On March 1st I am seriously going to need some professional help for my addiction. I am going to have to learn how to live in the real world again. I will actually be able to go to the grocery store without worrying about whether or not I am missing an Olympic event. Yes, that is my addiction. The Olympics.
I feel like I have been living the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat along with the amazing athletes. I have screamed like a teenager when Lindsey Vonn received her gold medal.
My boys looked at my funny when they caught me sweeping the kitchen in a strange new way. (Hey... it works for the women of the curling team!)
I sobbed like a baby when the Canadian ice skater gave her freestyle performance after the death of her mom. *sniff* Still chokes me up.
Thought I was having a heart attack the night the women's bobsled team flipped over and ejected the girl from the sled but then realized I was just holding my breath too long.
Skipped an invitation to go out someplace because I didn't want to miss watching Apollo Ohno skate in one of his events. So glad because that night he became Apollo 7! Go, Go, Ohno!
Signed the boys up for Olympic Physics classes just so I could feed my addiction and learn even more about each of the sports. What? It was science, physics and olympics all wrapped up in one!
Who didn't love the gravity defying Shaun White? Hats off to his mom. I would have had heart failure before now watching him do all that crazy stuff.
Oh man, who am I kidding? There is no help for me. I LOVE the Olympics. Always have and always will. Come on 2012 Summer Olympics. Only 881 days to go!