Did I freeze to death?

No.  Well, not yet anyway.  My house was a balmy 77 degrees yesterday so I turned the heat off.  Go figure.  Almost two feet of snow on the ground and I walk into a sauna.  Forgot that I had done so though until I came home from work today and it was a much milder 46 inside thanks to the cooler day we had.  I’m currently shivering while I wait for the house to heat up again.

So I’m blaming the fact that I forgot it was Wednesday on temperature adjustments.  But Wednesday is good, it means I remembered to answer the Hodgepodge questions again!  So here we go!

1. Share a winter memory from your childhood.
We had a fireplace, with a brick hearth, and I remember going out to go sled down the hill and then coming back to that roaring fire.  I’d sit on the hearth and eat snow cream or drink hot chocolate (made from scratch, mind you) until my back was a good thirty degrees hotter than the rest of me.  I really miss having a fireplace . . . .

2. What was on your blog this time last year? (Besides the Hodgepodge of course!) If you weren’t blogging, what in the world were you doing with all that free time?
I took a blogging hiatus.  Unintentionally, but still.  I had a whopping ONE post in 2015.  And I spent free time studying.  Blech.  

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Thoughts on the 2012 London Olympic Games

I watch the Olympics.  And when I say I watch the Olympics, I mean I watch all of the Olympics.  As much as my Tivo can hold.  I may go back and rewatch parts of it.  It may take me six months.  But it will be done.  I am a self-confessed junkie.  I did not do a recap for the Vancouver Olympics.  When they came on, I was unemployed.  I had credit and deals at snapfish.  I now have two scrapbooks of the Vancouver Olympic moments that stood out for me in each sport and the stories that were cool for me.

But when I go back and read the thoughts I had on the Beijing Games in 2008, I was struck by a few things regarding my list of my personal standout moments:

  • I didn’t remember some of the stories.  When I tried to find video on YouTube on Jennifer Stuczynski’s coach acting like an ass, I not only found the video, but also discovered that two years later she married the guy.  No accounting for taste.
  • Kobe Bryant is still classy when it comes to international sport.  He might not be faithful in his marriage, he may be a conceited pig in person, I don’t know.  But at the Olympics, he is a class act.  Enjoying every moment of the games.  He had his first experience at Wimbledon this year . . . and it was the longest men’s three-set match in the open era.  Switzerland’s Roger Federer defeated Argentina’s Juan Martin Del Podro 3-6, 7-6, 19-17.  Kobe was there, with his daughter, to see Phelps win the gold medal.  He was at the volleyball venue, watching the women run for gold–and the gobsmacked “WHAT?!” he mouthed after a spectacular save cracked me up.  Here is a man that knows his opportunity, and is taking it all in.  Every blasted moment.

But this year, London (in my opinion) did a fantastic job with the games.  They may have had empty seats, they may have had a few things going on that the locals didn’t care about, but I had a great amount of fun watching and enjoying the spectacle.  So without further ado, here are my favorite moments of the 2012 London games:

  • Ashton Eaton.  Who knows who this man is?  If I asked you if you had ever heard of Bruce Jenner, could you answer?  Could you answer before the age of the Kardashians? Continue reading

Are you ready for a little competition?

It’s time.

February 12, 2010.

Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.

I’m so stinkin’ excited.  I am, as previously mentioned, a huge Olympics junkie.  Tivo every minute of it that I can.  Even bought the commemorative mittens this year.  (Who wouldn’t want a pair of fleece lined red mittens after all?)

I watch it all.  The trials, the semis, the finals.  The downhill, the G and Super-G, the moguls, the boarding, the ice dancing, and yes–even the curling. Doesn’t matter if the competition was several days ago, I will still watch it.

(You should give curling a shot, it’s oddly addictive.)

You know, there used to be a big deal about the Olympics.  They weren’t televised, they were basically relegated to press releases.  Rome, 1960 changed that.  TV coverage started to become standard, for the Germans and the Russians were beaten, and by Americans at that.  Now, it’s almost a secondary thing to see on TV.  I wish we could return to the time when it was still a big deal.  When they split out the Olympics in 1992 (Barcelona (summer) and Albertville (winter)) and decided to have the winter Olympics two years later in Lillehamer, Norway instead of a big event once every four years it lost even more of its allure.  I understand the financial ramifications, that makes sense, but now it’s a common event instead of a bigger special event.  But I don’t care.  I still watch it all.

So get ready, everyone.  It’s going to be a fun two weeks!

Thank heavens I can get some work done now! (aka Olympics week two recap)

I think it’s a sign of bad things to come.  I kept the TV off for two weeks, then the Olympics started.  I, of course, had to watch every minute possible.  I had to clean space off my Tivo (!) to allow recordings to occur.  I had to sit and watch all of it.

Now, the Olympics are over.  I can turn off the TV and get back to work.  Only I can’t–thus far, I have finally watched the entire season 3 of Prison Break (13 more hours on my Tivo), the first two episodes of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles (haven’t yet determined if I like it or not), the season premiere of The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency (can’t explain why, really), and a Biography special on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  I have tried to turn off the TV, really I have, but it’s like a drug.  I must watch.  I must veg.  I must get cramps in my back from awkward angles on the couch.

But that being said, I am still reeling over the Olympics.  They always lead me down the path of awe and inspiration while simultaneously thinking that there needs to be some way that normal people can do that sort of thing (air rifle! It’s an Olympic sport!).  But there were, as always, moments that stood out for me.  Be it good or bad, noteworthy or inconsequential, these are the thoughts I had on the last week of the games as I was watching them. Continue reading

“Blame Canada! Blame Canada!” (aka Olympics Week One Recap)

Or in this case, “Blame Chi-i-na!  Blame Chi-i-na!”  I recently heard Robin Williams’s version of the South Park theme song, and it’s been playing in my head for the last week.  Change Canada to China, and it’s apropos.

I did really well, actually, the first two weeks I was unemployed.  Then the Olympics started.

I am an Olympics junkie.  A HUGE Olympics junkie.  The kind of girl that Tivo’s every minute she can and includes extra time so in case of exciting run over I don’t miss a minute.  And sad to say I actually watch it all.  Even if I’ve seen spoilers on the web that tells me who won the sport, I still watch it.

My friend S tells me that I have a problem.  She was living on my couch during the Athens games in 2004, and thought it was weird that I was still watching them a week after they were over.  Hey, a girl had to work, right?  It was the only time I had to catch up.  Everyone has a vice, this is mine.

So without further ado, here are the things that stood out for me, that brought tears to my eyes, that made me laugh out loud, or that had me shouting at the top of my lungs at 1 am for the athlete to “move your ass” in order to cross the finish line first. Continue reading

The Olympic Games

Today is Friday. All week long we’ve been watching, reading, hearing about the protests along the Olympic torch relay. And I’m all for protesting, it’s a way to bring attention to a cause. Shoot, in high school I was one of the founding members of our school’s Amnesty International branch. (Bet my mom never realized that!) There is a way to bring attention to a cause that can make people change their mind, that can affect change.

People, standing in front of a long distance runner who is carrying a flame of fire is not the way to do it. Continue reading