It's that time of year again! For the next two weeks I will be more into sports than I am at any other time. I never watch gymnastics or synchronized diving but now I think I'm an expert. It's only a matter of time before Bob Costas calls me down to Rio to take over his spot.
I pulled out all the patriotic stops for the opening ceremony party. I usually stick to food but this year I added a few extra things using Annabelle as an excuse. I made
myself her a torch.
She didn't understand what was going on but her enthusiasm was appreciated.
I also made us medals that fell apart before the Parade of Nations began. Glitter was falling like snow all over the living room. I'm not big on participation medals so I had everyone choice their own sport. I picked gymnastics and pizza eating (because of course), Mom picked pole vaulting and Christopher said he was the champion of the steeplechase and thumb wars. I gave AB the coveted spot as the three time gold medal recipient for diaper filling.
I believe it was during the 2008 Olympics that I became anti Michael Phelps. I am not what you would call a Phelps Phan. He was in a final with another swimmer and I FIRMLY WITH EVERYTHING THAT IS WITHIN ME believe the other swimmer won. I don't care that the rest of the swimming world and the IOC say that Phelps won. It was very very close and I think my guy pulled it off. Every time I hear someone bring up Phelps name I bring up that race. I was passionately defending my guy a few weeks ago and I kept saying, "I don't care what Mike P says. AARON LOCHTE WON. Aaron was the real star." Then I realized his name is Ryan, not Aaron. All these years I've been calling him the wrong thing. It's the thought and fierce defending that count.
We don't have cable so we bought an antenna for the games. It was a very poor connection and between the static, the natives running around in loin cloths and Annabelle constantly asking "what going on? What's happening? Is that Nemo? What's that?" it was hard to get the whole picture. I thought the part about global warming and plants was a little unnecessary. You know what I don't want on a Friday night when I'm drinking Brazilian lemonade and hoping for a good show? A science lesson.
Here's to all the athletes. May their dreams come true and their Zika vaccinations be strong.