Oh-lympics, 2

I hear that I could have seen the air rifle competition, which I did not. Air rifle? Like that think where you pump up the air rifle and a puff of air comes out? Maybe I should argue for the "I can stick my fist in my mouth" competition for the Olympics, because that's something I could probably get a medal in.

I'm for the most part very happy that the coverage this year does not consist of 5-20 minute videos on some American athlete who comes in 3rd.

The men's swimming relay was v.cool last night, as the American & Australians were battling out at the beginning of the last 200 meters (the last guy to jump in the pool & do 4 laps). Everyone focused on Michael Phelps, who's now on his 5th medal, but that last guy was racing against the fastest swimmer in the world, or one of them, and he held his own. The poor guys in the middle! They get no glory. Oh, yeah, well they get a gold.

And I watched the women's gymnastics, of course. The Romanians deserved it, they just did a better job. TO see these little 4'2", 72 lb Mexican jumping beans is always a little bizarre. The gymnastics overall do seem less accident prone than 1996 I think it was. Everybody was flubbing then.

Oh-lympics 3, complete with window jumping!

I can't believe a boy from Waukesha won the gold. Especially after he majorly f*cked up in the vault. Still the "high bar" with me thinking, "yep, he's swining in circles... swinging in circles... changes hands, does a flip... swinging in circles..." But that was really cool. I thought it was really exciting b/c there was a point there that you didn't know. Then there was Brett McClure, American, who got a lackluster score on his last event that put him out of the medals, and he shrugged, smiled, and walked away. That was cool.

And the American women broke a world-record in swimming. Plus, the Dutch guy in swimming led an exciting race.

Got a call from WI-C, and I was treated to a luxurious lunch by him, and the site of jaaladay, with shorn hair. It must have been a while since I've seen her. While relaxing with the 'rents in WI-C and jujupees's kitchen, we heard screaming. Looked out the side window and there was a little jaaladay-boy offspring running around the house. He'd tumbled out of the window, poor thing. I inadequately attempted to open WI-C's porch door to do what, i don't know, comfort a screaming child who wanted his mama and didn't know who I was. The 2 parents took the mishap in style, seeing the humor. As did I. I can't imagine what you would think at that point. "How did I get out here? Ow, I'm in pain. Where am I? WHERE'S MOM?! Where am I? Ow, ow ow!!! I fell out a window!!! Aaaaahhhh!!!!"