We watched part of the olympics tonight, and they are really great. I wish the ice skating was on a little earlier, but I'm watching it anyway. :)
But it got me thinking about the summer olympics in China in 2008, so we watched part of the opening ceremonies for that. Man, was that good. :) I put it on DVD for Lil M, but I know I didn't capture nearly enough of it, and am wondering if I can find it somewhere. I'm sure I can.
The new blog look is different for me, but I think I like it. :)
Lil M will be 3.5 YO next week, which is cool. T came home today and said that a boy in her class did a presentation on China today. That was cool, too. He even gave out some candy that we got to try. It was neat to see T get excited over something like that.
The Japanese ice skating contender just nailed it in the short program!! Sweet! :) Then Yu-Na from Korea just kicked some butt! She not only got the highest score, she broke the world record. Sweet.
Peace.
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I remember once having a promising future as an Olympic skater. I used to train for at least 10 hours everyday, and had a coach who was passionate about instilling in me the intricacies of ice skating. However, I felt my true calling was in rollerblading and subsequently moth-balled my ice skates, never to use them again.
In 1996, I merged Taekwando and rollerblading with disastrous consequences. This mishap, however, lead me to explore a career with the New York City Ballet as a male dancer. I became very good in this genre, impressing the head honchos with my side leaps and pirouettes. Then on one fateful performance of Strange Duckies on Fire, I was dancing to an adagio piece that quickly changed to allegro. I had forgotten about the abrupt change in tempo and when I tried to adjust, I overcompensated and twisted my ankle. I would never dance ballet again (boo-hoo, sniff–sniff, boo-hoo).
I was so depressed. I began to eat nothing but chocolate in order to comfort food myself out of depression. Heck, no longer caring, I even took a detour on my way home one afternoon just to eat at Arby’s. Then on that same day, as I was walking on a sidewalk munching on a chocolate bar, this guy on a bicycle came from out of nowhere and collided with me. He was driving his bicycle with one hand while carrying a bag of groceries in the other. To make matters worse, he had gotten peanut butter on my chocolate and I had gotten chocolate in his peanut butter. Instead of arguing with him about his reckless driving, I asked him politely if he was ok., to which he responded yes.
So what is the moral of this entire story, you might ask? Simple: don’t eat at Arby’s.
Years later, I became a board certified cosmetologist, which qualified me to write a column for a local newspaper about relationship advice.
PS
Happy half-way-to-your-birthday day to Little M!
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