I ask that you kindly draw your attention to a blog post I wrote 30 months ago, about my time spent volunteering for the 2002 Salt Lake City Winter Olympic games. It then shouldn't surprise you that I'm mostly MIA, spending hours each evening watching events I care very little for but still cry about.
Seriously. For me (for you) the Olympics induce more tears than episodes of the Biggest Loser and Extreme Home Makeover combined. Something about the whole event throws my sentimental, nostalgic, tender feelings into overdrive. I'm a mess. But I'm a mess who loves watching and can find excitement in any event. It's like my boyfriend Neil Patrick Harris tweeted the other day, "I friggin' love the Olympics. I never thought I could care so much for people or sports that I just learned about six minutes beforehand."
Gahhh. I love it. And it's eating all my free time. There are things I want to say and stories I want to tell and pictures I want to show about this, that, and the other.... all good things going on in my life right now -- but I can't tear myself away from the greatest show on earth. (Save now when I'm 'letting' Linda watch Lost.) If you're looking for someone to discuss the previous evening's events when you're bored at work -- shoot me an email. Or find me on line. Or text me. Some of you (:cough: Alicia :cough: Whitney) are already doing this. Yay. It makes me happy. Join the fun.
In the meantime, know that I'm happy. And excited. And writing on my longer version blog. Until the medals are handed out or I find the strength to tear myself away...