Olympic Commentary

2018 may be the year of the dog, according to the Chinese calendar.  It may be the year of the good tacos y’all learned to make, or the year of all the snow that simply REFUSES to stop falling in Small Town.

It’s also turning out to be the year of inconsistent blogging.  You’re welcome for that.  I feel like I’ve freed you from the tedious task of reading too many posts filled with long-winded sentences about absolutely nothing important.


I have a tater tot casserole in the oven, as we speak.  We feel like nothing shouts out, “FANCY GOURMET DINNER” quite like a can of cream of mushroom soup poured over some browned ground beef, under a layer of processed tater tots.  So… this has to be a quick post… something I can write before the tater tots burn to ash and we make a phone call to the local pizzeria.

Nothing exciting has been going on (unless you count shoveling snow for the seventy-second time in a single winter as exciting).  We have simply been doing life… been doing the hard things… been doing the grocery runs… been doing the laundry… been contemplating the broken garage door, because I may have already mentioned that we are FANCY PEOPLE who eat FANCY DINNERS and live with a FANCY BROKEN GARAGE DOOR… been unloading and reloading the dishwasher… been asking, “Is your homework done?” every single night, like real adults who are on top of their parenting games.

And… we’ve been watching the Olympics, because OF COURSE WE HAVE.

During the opening ceremonies, Thing 2 told us, “I thought that the Olympics were supposed to be cool, but so far, it’s been a lot of dumb dancing.  I’m just going to build with Legos instead of watching this.”

Last night, Thing 2 was watching figure skating with me.  One of the competitors was spinning fast enough on the ice to make me wish I’d brought my bottle of Dramamine tablets in from the bathroom cabinet.  I asked Thing 2, “Do you wish you could skate like this guy can?”  Without missing a beat, he replied, “No.  This guy is embarrassing me, because he skates like a girl.  I think only girls should spin and jump like that.  But, I sure like his sparkly turquoise shirt; I’d wear THAT, because it’s my favorite color!”

And that’s what our second-born son thought of figure skating.

We were watching ski jumping, too, when Thing 2 looked at me and said, “Can kids be in the Olympics?”  I replied, “Sure.  If they’re good enough.”  He said, “Well, I’m good enough.  Can you take me there so I can race these guys?”  I said, “Um… you’ve never actually BEEN ON SKIS before, and you think you’re going to jump on them?”  Thing 2 said, “Yes.  I’ve watched this enough now to know how to do it.”

I wish his confidence wasn’t lacking so much.

I’m off, people.  It’s time to microwave a bag of frozen broccoli, so that I have a lovely, FANCY side dish for the tater tot casserole.

Y’all have a good Monday evening.

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