Gucci Choses Bones over the Olympics
As the Olympic fever winds down, I’d like to say that I’m pretty proud that I didn’t watch any (except for about 30 minutes at a friend’s place where it was on the in background while we played some Catan). Its not that I’m not proud of how well the athletes did, its more that I don’t think that all the pressure to be perfect and to shave milliseconds off a time is healthy. I don’t think that the nationalism is healthy. And I know that listening to the commentators will make me want to scream – I have enough frustration in my life right now that’s outside my control without adding something I know will irritate me.
Instead I spent my time knitting and spinning and interviewing and reading. Instead of living vicariously through someone else, I lived my own life.
And it included some pretty awesome moments like the one pictured below. Where my newly Canadian dog napped on his Fraser tartan blanket with his nose just barely touching his favorite bone (generously given to me for free from the local Portuguese butcher around the corner from my house).
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Hooray for you lady! As a kid I liked to watch them to learn. I taught myself gymnastics, how to swim, dive, and skate watching the olympics. I like to watch some of the events, especially the summer ones but I’ve never been real heavy on the competition aspect. I think it’s unhealthy to push ones body to the pint of breaking. The last time I watched any of the olympics was the summer that the girl(Kari Strug I think) landed her vault jump on a broken ankle… and then took her second jump and landed it on one foot.
That infuriated me. Her parents had messed up priorities allowing that to continue. I don’t care how she “saved the gold”. That’s child abuse. If my daughter broke her arm and I made her finish washing the dishes before taking her to the doctor I’d be in jail.