Oh the weather outside is… Oh hey! I was just singing a little ditty about our Friday winter wonderland. Do you like it? Of course you do! It is cracking me up how everyone below the Mason-Dixon line goes into Y2K hibernation bomb shelter mode as soon as a single pillowy flake melts on the road. Oh well! That just means that I got off work early and now have time to clean my room, update my blog, and watch whatever has built up in the DVR. SPEAKING OF WATCHING THINGS OH MY GOODNESS THE OLYMPICS START TONIGHT!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH.
No words in the English language exist to adequately symbolize or describe how much I LOVE/ADORE/RESPECT/ANTICIPATE/EATSLEEPBREATHEDRINK the Olympics. It is the pinnacle of athletic excellence, the culmination of an entire LIFETIME of preparation and dedication to a single cause that can be totally erased in a single moment or be etched into history FOREVER. The blood sweat and tears poured into each event, the drive and determination of these athletes coupled with their unique journeys to get there just make me go all warm and fuzzy. The Olympics are the heart and soul of… of… well they are a lot of heart and soul!! I am getting exasperated just talking/writing about it. I mean SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS what is more exiting than performing on a climactic international stage? CHILLS. I am getting chills, people. Can you IMAGINE winning a gold medal? How awesome would it be to stand in front of the flag of the United States of America, the symbol for freedom and democracy, representing your country, and be awarded for being the best in all of the world at something you love? And that is only the beginning. The level of competition is unmatched. The spirited competitors, the resolute wills, and the tenacious rivalries create the most intense and gut-wrenching dramatic event in the world. I truly believe it is an art. Watching the Olympics is like watching dramatic Shakespeare theater in the Superdome or a ballet at the Roman Coliseum. The loyalty, the trust, the betrayal, the lifelong commitment… ahhhhhh SO EXCITING! Grey’s Anatomy has nothing on the Olympics! Ok… so I think you get the idea. I sort of kind of like to watch the Olympics.
In fact, I will usually stop answering phone calls, leaving the house, meeting basic demands to function at life to watch every single event. I don’t even care that much about what the event is. I will watch anything! Someone could tell me that I have to be at my own wedding and I would probably say “uh I don’t think so… they are about to start the snow angel competition.” Or, “oh, the neurosurgeon called and they are sending over an ambulance because I need to have emergency brain surgery? Um, who is he kidding? Doesn’t he know that figure skating is on? The only thing that is going to make my brain explode is if this Tara Lapinski wannabe doesn’t nail this double axel triple loop.” I mean really. Log rolling, foursquare, thumb-war… I don’t even care. You name it; I’ll watch it. If someone is getting a medal, I am definitely picking sides and getting invested. And when someone I like doesn’t win, I will indeed react like a petulant four-year-old or a love-sick teenager who is having their heart eviscerated for the first time. Yep. I love the Olympics.
Stay tuned for all of my ranting and raving throughout.
This just in: the President of Earth just called me and said that if you comment on this blog, he will give you a medal for internet valor. DON’T YOU WANT TO WIN A GOLD IN COMMENTING? Of course you do!
p.s. You look very nice today
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