aren't the olympics wonderful? chock-full of good will, comradery and patriotism. i think this might be the one time the man upstairs smiles down on us and realizes that we all can get along for a second. i get so emotional when the small, economically-challenged countries proudly march in the opening ceremonies... i wonder if those athletes ever imagined they'd see china someday. i love you togo! you go girl!
matt is a man obsessed. for the past couple of nights when i've awoken in the wee hours to tend to master fox, the television has been on (tuned into the olympics, naturally), muted, and not a soul watching it. why, i asked matt, do you leave it on all night if you're sound asleep in bed? hoping to get some type of osmotic, telepathic coverage? he explained, if he wakes up and wanders out to the couch in the middle of the night (a likely story), he hopes to find something interesting... because turning on the television is just too much work, right dear? ah, bless your heart, love.
there are certain events that i absolutely dread watching but watch anyway, i.e. gymnastics. i have some sort of social anxiety about watching people biff it. my palms sweat, heart races, adrenaline pumps through my veins -- complete physiological strife. this, among a few other reasons, is why i cannot watch many reality television shows: american idol, dancing with the stars, so you think you can dance, whatever... i get sick when people screw up in front of the world, and providence knows i don't need anymore anxiety in my life. i even get embarrassed for actors when they give an exceptionally cheesy performance. anyone ever see that mormon-culture film "out of step?" i hope the actors don't stumble across this posting (how're those for famous last words?), but i had to bury my face in my hands for nearly the entire show because i couldn't watch the poor wretches crash and burn right in front of my eyes. but i digress. that said, i watched the women's gymnastics team competition the other night, and my digestive system is still recovering.
i might need this:
anyone who kept up with me while i was in hong kong should know i'm not a huge fan of china... they kinda burned me with their toxic pollution all beatin' down on my unborn fetus and me, then making me jump through hoops to bear fruit under their jurisdiction. but seriously china... what's this (kinda sketch)? and this (just sad)? oh wait, did i just hear the sound of a can of worms being opened?? too bad my son doesn't sleep anymore -- i don't even have the energy.