I'm back from the land of beautiful lakes and cottages and visiting with wonderful friends! But more on that in another blog!
We got to enjoy the benifits of cable for 5 days, at my in-laws. And it was great timing too, to catch the first week of the Olympics! (Even though we got back from cottage country about 7 hours too late to sit in awe of the phenomenal (we heard) opening ceremony! drat!) I love the Olympics and I'm not even sure why. I think I get caught up in the personal stories of struggle and triumph, the moments of celebration and disapointment. Michael Phelps is amazing if I must say so; the bionic fish-man! Wonder what the next few days will bring him... But he really isn't the only reason to I enjoyed watching. I think I'm really much more of a cheering-for-the-under-dog kinda person than following the Michael Jordan's and Tiger Wood's of the world. I like un-sung heros. I've NEVER understood how getting a silver or bronze medal or making it to the Olympics and not placing could be SO dissapointing. I get that they work so freaking hard for so long and the dream is, of course, to be the one to walk away with a medal, preferably gold; but they made it to the OLYMPICS! That's amazing! I don't think I could stand on a podium clutching a bronze medal and have tears of dissapointment on my face.
But all that aside, I just love the whole experience of watching the Olympics. And now- we have no more access to them. So those of you with cable may expect to see me on your doorstep this next week with a bag of popcorn. Hope you don't mind! :)