Wednesday Thoughts

I have to tell you something but I'm afraid you're going to judge me. I feel like what I'm about to say makes me sound unAmerican. If you're ready for it, here's my secret: I'm tired of the Olympics. I know, I know, it's not cool to admit that. It was almost as hard to admit as the time I confessed that I don't like Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I'm not sure if you were ready to hear that or not, so I put it in small font to soften the blow.

It's not that I don't love America or supporting America's Olympians (especially the over 30 crowd), it's just that I miss a couple of my shows that are being preempted for the Olympics. I'm going through Thursday night must-see-tv withdrawals. (It would be so easy to backspace over that last sentence - and I know I probably should - but I can't keep secrets from you.)

You would think I'd be able to survive two weeks without my shows, wouldn't you? But they're winter weeks, which are so much longer than summer weeks.

Don't mind me, I've just been cooped up inside for three months. Last week it got really nice and sunny, then this week we had a ton of snow dumped on is. The good news is I got another snow day on Monday. The bad news is, my hope for an early spring was dashed.

Ok, time to move on to happier thoughts - thoughts that have nothing to do with me watching tv or being tired of winter. Here's something that might make you laugh. My friend Vaughn sent me this picture yesterday - it's a bumper sticker he saw that reminded him of me:

Thought you'd enjoy that. If that's your car, fess up. I won't judge you, I promise. I can't deny that that song is catchy. It's just better if I don't listen too closely or watch the video (so disturbing).

One last thing. See that "follow" button over there? Think you could click on it? I would love to know who's out there! I will return the favor.

Happy Wednesday!

Michael Phelps Fever

It seems that almost everyone has Michael Phelps fever these days. I can't tell you how many of my friends have said to me, "Michael Phelps is the hottest man alive and I'm in love with him." (I'm not paraphrasing.) While I'm not in love with him, I have been watching him all week, and I think I might be catching the fever.

Tonight Christi and I went to the Tigers game. The game was somewhat painful so we didn't feel guilty leaving our boys after the seventh inning to get back in time to see Michael Phelps at 10:10. We walked into Christi's apartment at 10:03, and turned on the t.v. right away. And oh my gosh, could you guys believe that race tonight!? I had to watch the replay over and over to believe it. Good thing Michael Phelps has 12 foot arms.

I wonder how long the fever is going to last? Remember the last Olympics when he was a huge superstar? Everyone around here was really excited that he was going to be moving to Ann Arbor, but then we basically didn't hear anything about him again until last week. Even though he was in Ann Arbor for the past four years.

Last night I was with some friends for dinner and we were discussing Michael Phelps and how he had just finished at UofM. Betsy asked what he's going into, and Jon said, "endorsements." Sounds about right.

Anyway, I definitely have Michael Phelps fever but I'm not in love with him like some people. I am, however, into Ryan Lochte. He's the hottest man alive and I'm in love with him.