I need to come clean and admit that I am an unashamed Olympic junkie.
By that, I exercise no discretion with regard to the particular event -- I'll have it on the tube, cheering on our American contenders.
And no, I don't expect to get much else done until late September. That's why I vaccuumed and did the dishes on Friday morning, to tide us over.
I can only imagine what that experience must be like for the athlete -- AND for their parents watching in the stands.
Evan asked me if we would come watch him compete in the Olympics when he's older. Love that confidence! I assured him that we'd be there, cheering him on -- with me doing the "ugly cry" the whole time on camera for the whole wide world to see. And I'll need reconstructive surgery afterwards on my nail bed which I've undoubtedly chewed down to bloody nubs.
The fam has been gathered round the tv, enjoying the immaculate opening festivities, learning about China and the history of the Olympics and taking in all the different events. For the record -- if anyone from the Olympic Committee is reading, Natalie feels that the beach volleyball girls "need to put on more clothes."
My favorite so far has been the mens' gymnastics ..... even with Evan proclaiming EVERY single time, "NICE ARM PIT HAIR!!!" to
It was actually amusing the first dozen times or so.
I catch myself literally holding my breath while each gymnast takes their turn. You see, we're kindred spirits. I'm a gymnast of sorts myself, having been forced to participate in middle school that one dark semester. Nothing builds self-esteem like having to run and catapault off the vault with the entire 6th grade class observing.
Let's just say I didn't quite nail the landing. Or the mat, for that matter.
That's what inspired me to take up typing.
Amazingly, that little mishap was caught on tape HERE.