Olympic Mania

I have been and probably always will be, an Olympic fanatic. I can and will watch them non stop for hours at every opportunity. What is so wonderful about watching the past few has been the TiVo machine. You can scream at the tv, "NO WAY!", the rewind it and watch it again. Your favorite gymnast is about to make her dismount for the gold, and the phone rings, you can press PAUSE and can talk away without ignoring whomever is on the other end because you would rather watch then talk. You can fast forward all those interrupting commercials.

Except our new favorite one: the one about the laptop crashing, where the little (what is he anyway) elf? dwarf caveman? runs out with a basket of fruit singing

"We're so sad you lost your files
Here's some fruit to make you smile
Hoo- Ha"

Belly laughs every time we see it. Of course, we now use the exact tune every chance we get.

"It is time to go to bed
Time to rest your sleepy head
Hoo-Ha"

Now you need to sweep the floor
Don't forget the crumbs behind the door
Hoo_ha

You get the picture. It is driving Collin CRAZY. I call his name, and he just knows I am going to sing to him. But he is laughing as he walks away, thinking what a crazy mom he has.

Anyway, because Momma is glued to the TV to watch everything, it has either been a learned behavior, or it is in their DNA, but I have birthed / created Olympic watching kids. They are as hooked as I am.

10:35 at night and yes, they big 2 are still up, and we are SCREAMING at the TV, well actually, screaming at Micheal Phelps in several of those races. When Jason Leezak came from behind to win the relay I think we were all jumping up and down as we were screaming. When Micheal won the 100m fly in a hundredth of a second, we were still screaming. When the judges WRONGLY scored a great vault routine lower then one who fell on her face and the face faller got the medal, we were still screaming. We yelled for the rowing team, cheered for the gold medal volleyball match last night, shrieked when one of the horses fell after missing a jump, held our breath with the synchronized swimmers and tried not to blink when our favorite diver catapulted herself off a 3 story platform. We are in awe of the pole vaulters, (how do they travel with those things anyway), amazed at the stamina of the marathon runners and flabbergasted at why someone would spend their entire lives training to throw a metal Frisbee.

I am exhausted. I haven't been to bed before midnight since the games opened. I have to stay up and see it live because I don't want to read about it the next day and ruin the viewing. I dream about tiny Chinese women, and weird things to eat, and some of those dreams combine all sorts of sports and people I have watched that night that I wish I could remember all the crazy details.

I was in the other room last night, yes, watching the Olympics, and for once, I was alone. The kids were playing in the den. I hit pause to listen to what they were doing.

I hear, "Collin! That routine was worth a higher score!"
"No, you had deductions for to many balance checks."
"But I want a higher score!"
"Then you need to adjust your start value."

I peek in and the kids are having their own Olympic games. I arrived in time for the medal ceremony. :)
Notice the correct placement of the pillows? 3 for gold, 2 for silver and 1 for bronze. Collin was carrying the medals in on another pillow. If I had had real flowers in the house I am sure they would have used those as well.

Tonight, Daddy has agreed to judge.

Let the games continue. I am going to have with drawls when they are over. But at least I can stop buying so many boxes of Kleenex!!! I don't care what country you are from, if I see you crying on the medal stand, or they show your parents crying about how proud they are, I am a goner. Kaebrie got worried about me the other night and asked about my "drips." :)

The Olympic games they are so great

Even though I stay up to late

Hoo-Ha