Let the Games Begin

Are the Olympics over, yet? No? They haven't even started?! Omg. I'm already sick of the coverage. And, if we have to hear about the Lopez family from Sugar Land going to the Olympics one more time- I think I'll just have to pull out my eyelashes one by one. Yes, I'm happy for them. Yes, I think this is a dream come true for thousands of athletes. But, does it have to beaten over my head every time I turn around? Mind you, all this coming from a person who forged notes of an asthma condition in Jr. High to sit out of all softball, tennis, basketball or any physical activities that required me throwing/hitting/catching a ball. (turns out I love to "play" (I use that word in the loosest sense) tennis).

In high school I immediately signed up for Dance. Ha. "Dance" meant sitting around the gym with my friends, talking about boys, painting our nails and listening to our favorite music. Every once in awhile we'd throw in a pas de bourree and hey, look, we all got A's. At one point, the highlight of my senior year was bringing in the latest Adam Sandler CD "They're All Gonna Laugh at You" to listen to during our class. Oh, that's a classic...still brings a little tear to my eye when I hear "you see that shampoo bottle?, now stick it up my a$$...". And, one time during class we walked over to watch the guys practicing their routine for the "Best Mayde Man" contest. There was a really cute Filipino boy in the competition, with boyish charm and a rapist wit. I wonder what he's doing now? Probably married with a couple of kids. :-)