I like to think of myself as a naturally curious person - I like to learn, and I often do this by asking lots of questions. I will admit, however, that I'm probably one of the reasons why the Let Me Google That For You (www.lmgtfy.com) website exists - I don't always take the next step to actually find out the answer. I find that while watching [read: obsessively watching as much as I can] the Olympics is no different. I've had a few questions pop into my head the last couple of days, and I'm going to share with you. Feel free to add your own questions and thoughts - a girl can only watch so much television, after all! There are many sports not represented here. . . yet.
- Who thought it was a good idea to make the men's diving suits so tiny? I'd like to write a thank-you note.
- Did the swimmers get their nails done before their trip? Are they spending their nights painting their toes in Olympic village? Or did they bring their own manicurist? Maybe they're running out and about in London to get mani/pedi's?
- While we're on the topic of personal hygiene, does the swim team have their own personal aesthetician? I'm just sayin' . . . these men are awfully smooth!
- Why isn't there music during the men's gymnastic floor routines?
- Where did some of these sports come from? Like "individual canoeing" . . . which to me looked an awful lot like something that should be called "whitewater kayaking." And who makes up the rules for these?
- Why must the nightly news team (both local and national) insist on spoiling the outcomes for me? Can't we just watch the events unfold? MUST you break the news that most of us average folks don't know yet . . . and don't want to because we're watching most of our olympics during prime time? There's no need to apologize for this - how about you JUST DON'T DO IT. [Sorry. That might have been more along the 'rant' line than question.]
- Why do I have to choose between Phelps and Lochte? Can't I cheer for both (like I do when watching my buckeyes and badgers)?
- Why do some of the swimmers take a drink of pool water before their swim? Are they that thirsty? Can't we hydrate our Olympic athletes better? Does the chlorine really help them prepare to race?
- When I googled "lochte" to ensure the correct spelling of Ryan's last name, why did "Ryan Lochte Girlfriend 2012" come up first?
Know what I think after asking all these? Clearly my career should move in the direction of sports broadcasting. I'm hilarious and I know very little about what I'm watching. :)
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Confessions of ANOTHER raging hot mess
I borrowed this title from my friend K Savvy. She wrote a post a while ago about how she did not, in fact, have it together. [ www.mysavvyboys.com/2012/05confessions-of-raging-hot-mess.html ] As usual, her post was hilarious. It was also quite poignant with a perfect reminder - "so i thought i would fess up and share a few of the things that make me feel like a walking disaster. maybe if we all did that a little more, we would all know that we're all doing our best." You should read her post, because it's pretty damn great.
When I read her post the first time, I nodded my head, and felt like I could respond in the comments section with many examples. Except nothing came to mind. But I've been paying attention this week, and thought I would share a few of my "what the hell?" "I need more sleep" and "stress will kill you" moments I've had.
- I might have had all three of those thoughts occur to me at lunch the other day. I attempted to prepare one of those new lean cuisine steamers. Except that instead of letting it steam first, I CUT IT OPEN. [Insert head shaking here.] Yeah, it can't STEAM if there's a big hole in the bag. *sigh*
Ever have that moment when searching your email for something, and you realize it's not in your inbox, it's in your sent box - so you switch over? And during that nanosecond, you absolutely have no idea what the hell it is you're supposed to be looking for. *sigh*
Today I wanted to listen to a cd while working on a project in the office. So I opened up the disc drive. Except I didn't. I shut the damn computer off. Helpful to reboot and start over and open and restart all emails and projects. *ugh*
The other day while making myself a lunch (after the failed "easy" lean cuisine), I put together a nice salad. And tried to put the lettuce away in the junk drawer. Not helpful - doesn't seem to provide the same kinds of experience for the lettuce like the crisper in the refrigerator does. Good job, me.
So, my friend Krystyne is right. We are not perfect. We do weird shite every day. I think it's because we need more sleep. But I also think it's good to own it and share with others - so I'm sharing with y'all. In case you were wondering whether or not I've got it together. 'Cuz clearly that's not happening . . . . :)
When I read her post the first time, I nodded my head, and felt like I could respond in the comments section with many examples. Except nothing came to mind. But I've been paying attention this week, and thought I would share a few of my "what the hell?" "I need more sleep" and "stress will kill you" moments I've had.
- I might have had all three of those thoughts occur to me at lunch the other day. I attempted to prepare one of those new lean cuisine steamers. Except that instead of letting it steam first, I CUT IT OPEN. [Insert head shaking here.] Yeah, it can't STEAM if there's a big hole in the bag. *sigh*
Ever have that moment when searching your email for something, and you realize it's not in your inbox, it's in your sent box - so you switch over? And during that nanosecond, you absolutely have no idea what the hell it is you're supposed to be looking for. *sigh*
Today I wanted to listen to a cd while working on a project in the office. So I opened up the disc drive. Except I didn't. I shut the damn computer off. Helpful to reboot and start over and open and restart all emails and projects. *ugh*
The other day while making myself a lunch (after the failed "easy" lean cuisine), I put together a nice salad. And tried to put the lettuce away in the junk drawer. Not helpful - doesn't seem to provide the same kinds of experience for the lettuce like the crisper in the refrigerator does. Good job, me.
So, my friend Krystyne is right. We are not perfect. We do weird shite every day. I think it's because we need more sleep. But I also think it's good to own it and share with others - so I'm sharing with y'all. In case you were wondering whether or not I've got it together. 'Cuz clearly that's not happening . . . . :)
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