I’m blaming the Olympics for my lack of blogging lately. I usually hit the blogosphere after our kids are asleep. But for the past week, I’ve been watching the Olympics in the evening. So far swimming is my favorite event to watch, but that’s because cycling and track has not started yet. I can’t wait until those events begin.
I didn’t see the opening ceremony, but I’m glad I missed it. In case you have not heard, some of the fireworks were faked digitally and the little girl was lip syncing. It wasn’t even her own voice. Apparently, the Olympics officials in China didn’t think the seven-year old girl who actually sang the song was pretty enough. What is wrong with these people? If I still had kids in diapers, I would send poopy diapers to those officials. Even then, the officials would still stink more.
On another note, I think my wife is in love with Michael Phelps. She gets excited every time Phelps swims. She’s leaving for Seattle next week. Supposely to visit the weirdo-in-law. But I’m fairly certain she’s leaving me for the showoff. Just for the record, in an alternate universe, I have a great body too. And unlike Mikey, I can cook.