Let me join the U.S. Olympic team, the people of the United States, Bob Costas (hi Bob! <sip>), and his toupee Skippy in giving a hearty congratulations to Michael Phelps for earning the most gold medals in a single Olympic games!
Wow, that was phenomenal. We were a little tense, and we weren't sure the relay team was going to be able to do it, but they all swam their hearts out and got the gold.
Ken and I were talking about how fortunate we are to have been able to watch two of the greatest athletes in history in action this year: Tiger Woods and Michael Phelps.
One of the nice things to see about Phelps is that while he is a fierce competitor, he is a true sportsman, showing grace and decency and handling all questions well. I would say that he is a great athletic ambassador for our country, and I hope everyone was able to enjoy this week of competition. It's been a lot of fun to watch, and we'll look forward to watching more next week. We've learned to switch between NBC, CNBC, MSNBC, and USA Network to catch all kinds of competitions among many different teams and nations. I've also learned to do other things while some sports are on, and reserve my glued-to-the-TV moments for certain events. I finally tore myself away today to go to the grocery store!
What a life Phelps is going to have. It's already been said that he'll be competing in London in 2012, but in the meantime, I wonder if he'll be doing endorsements and stuff like that? I hope he stays grounded.
Speaking of a life, I mentioned a while back that someone told Ken to "get a life," and I was planning on writing about that. The circumstances aren't important, but we found the admonition a little...peculiar, shall we say. Our pal DB mentioned that perhaps going the route of a gymnastics commentator would be the opportunity that Ken needs to "get a life." We've also speculated that when we meet up with Kim and Steve in Vegas, Baby! early next year, we might make a scavenger hunt out of it and see which of us can come up with a life first!
I suppose different people define "a life" in different ways, but we find that an interest in such things as...oh, I don't know...spending time with friends and family, books, movies, music, sports, travel, politics, nature, environmental issues, the occasional gambling evening, and a concert or musical every so often makes for quite an interesting, diverse, and entertaining life. And of course, we can't forget about our J-Land friendships, which are proving to be incredibly rewarding and educational and more than we ever realized they could be!
While I don't have children of my own due to various reasons (again, the circumstances don't matter), I've managed to eke out an existence and some semblance of happiness despite that. <wink> I don't feel deprived or diminished in any way, and I have experienced no lack of fulfillment in my life. When Ken and I got married, I remember an acquaintance from another department at work congratulating me, but she didn't stop there. She went on to ask if we were going to have kids. Ken and I were 39 at that point, and had already made the decision to not start a family. When I told this woman that no, we weren't going to have kids, she actually told me that we should, and that if we didn't, we'd regret it. She persisted, and finally I laughed it off as politely as I could, but ask me how tempting it was to tell her in no uncertain terms that it was not one iota any of her business! I'll never comprehend the insensitivity and/or sheer hatefulness of someone who berates others for not having children, or who blames a miscarriage on the behavior or eating habits of the parents, or who doesn't have enough decency or enough sense to leave such delicate matters alone. You never know what has gone on with the person, or what they've experienced, and such comments are cruel, unfeeling, and downright ignorant.
I can't deny that I've made poor choices in my past, but I learned from them, and I don't regret the things that I've experienced. Indigo once wrote that boredom isn't a part of my universe. Neither is regret or bitterness. We all make choices, and I'm content with mine, as well as with the life--in all its technicolor glory--that my choices have brought me.