I lived in Calgary during the ’88 Olympics. And again near Vancouver for the 2010 Olympics. When the 2010 Games first appeared on the horizon, I remember friends complaining about the crowds, the traffic, the shameless waste of resources… all legitimate concerns. What they couldn’t understand was the feeling the Olympics brings with it.
I’ll admit, I spouted a few “I told you so’s” as most of them got swept up in the largesse of the Games. It’s a kind of magic. Even for those of us who couldn’t care less about sports.
This is the only time I find myself voluntarily turning to a sports channel on t.v. Our favourite was the trampoline where Canada has made a real impact. I’m sure it also something to do with the fact that this year’s birthday present to all the kids was our very own trampoline. Of course they are full of complaints about mom’s many rules; no flips, no back drops… I’m not looking to raise Olympians, just trying to avoid neck injuries.
“The most important thing in the Olympic Games is not winning but taking part; the essential thing in life is not conquering but fighting well.”
~Pierre de Coubertin (founder of modern Olympic Games)
Shameless Emotional Blackmail
If you have children, or a mother, or a beating heart, you can’t help but get a little misty eyed at these P&G ads. I kind of wish they would let those little ones sleep in, but the ending makes me all goopy inside.
Because I’m a nerd. And I love trivia. And it’s pretty amazing how big the Paralympics are!
Less Meaningful, but Still Interesting Olympic Infographic
Because, if I’m honest, the sports aren’t really the fun part of the Olympics for me. It’s the drama. The stories. And the outifts. Cause I’m shallow like that.
But not all our life revolves around the Olympics. We have other, very important things to do with our time to. For instance…
Thank you Uncle Ben for introducing us to this great app! Move over Guitar Hero, the Ocarina2 turns any iPhone/Pod into a musical instrument. We can play everything from Bach to Beiber by blowing into the end of the phone, and following the fingering on the screen.
We’re big fans of a as-of-yet-little-known children’s band The Reluctant Minors. Because my littles enjoy the music and Mommy’s crazy dancing (I have a strong suspicion Daddy does too; talk about sitting in the seat of the mockers). Because my big girls deeply appreciate all things weird and random. And because Matt and his family are very good friends of ours from back in the day (he will always be a quirky teenager to us and it’s strange to see him all grown up, with a very cute wife to boot).
So here’s me, startled that both the Olympics and the summer are almost over. How did that happen?