Feeding my Olympic addiction...and work..damn work!
Seriously! Everything has taken a back seat. Cub is lucky he has clean clothes and lunches for school..( I jest, but I have been slacking a bit on the 'home reader'.)
Wanna know how I celebrated my I've been hiding from you birthday?? Huh ? You don't? Well then stop reading!


My damn birthday fell on a Monday this year..oh big whoop tee doo, my most hated day of the week- that is some bad karma coming around to bite me in the butt. In an effort to actually celebrate my birthday, I decided that Sunday would be birthday day. So on Sunday, I cooked my own birthday dinner of enchilada's and mint /orange salad and settled in to watch Olympic Hockey! Yup me, a few beers and 23 Canadian men with sticks. Ok it was really 26 men if you count the two that live with me and our friend B who came to watch, ( sorry B about the yelling- next time bring cotton batting for your ears).  This is how I chose to spend my birthday.. so you can imagine how I felt when my guys let me down and LOST the game...*sigh*


As I have stated, I LOVE to watch the Olympics, for two short weeks I surrender to my TV, where I know that its OK to start crying at any given moment. I yield to my competitive side and yell , cheer,clap, scream YES and on occasion jump up and down.


And a little note for my Sis- who has been bloggy absent
Psst... The medal count as of 12:45 local time is 11.
6 gold
4 Silver
1 Bronze.


1 Silver Jennifer Heil.:Freestyle skiing, moguls. 
1 (and first gold EVER on Canadian soil) Alexandre Bilodeau Freestyle skiing, moguls.
1 Bronze & 1 Silver: Kristina Groves.Long track speed skating, 3000m. & Long track speed skating, 1500m
1 Silver: Mike Robertson: Snowboard cross. 
1 Gold: Maelle Ricker: Snowboard cross.
1 Gold: Christine Nesbitt: Long track speed skating, 1000m.
1 Silver: Marianne St-Gelais. Short track speed skating, 500m.
1 Gold: Jon Montgomery: Skeleton.
1 Gold: Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir: Ice dancing
1 Gold: Ashleigh McIvor: Ski cross


So as you can see I've been rather busy!
Gotta go!! I'm streaming the hockey game today at work!

In less than 1 hour, the opening ceremonies for the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver will start and I am extremely excited. You see, I am an Olympic Junkie. What I do need to clarify, is that I am not a Junkie for 'Olympics' or Olympic garb, I am an Olympic sports junkie. I won't pretend that I watch every single sport there is, because I don't. I don't like them all, I do however monitor Canadian medal counts in every single sport, and on any given day I can tell you where the Canadian medal count is,where we rank, and what sports we have won medals. I print out the full hockey schedules ( Mens & Womens) along with Speed Skating and mark down medal events. And yes I do follow the Paralympic medal count too.

My whole family knows this about me, and it is a bit of a running joke- but I'm alright with this, I know I'm a geek.

So for those of you still reading this blather, I would like to explain why I am this way. I find for the most part, as a country, Canadians are not really a rather patriotic bunch. Certain events tend to bring out our patriotism  July 1st and  massive sporting events offer us the opportunity to wave our flag and be proud...and drink...did I forget to mention that part?  The Olympics bring out my inner "I'm proud to be Canadian".  I'm proud dammit!

When the Olympics roll around, we become "Team Canada" where it doesn't matter which team Sidney Crosby or Jerome Ignila play for during their real jobs they ,( like us) unite under one flag to compete against other Countries, and kick some ass, and dammit, if it isn't our time to dig deep, give 110% and show the world that we can compete and hold our own..WTF...sorry * kicks soap box*

ehum..

Since BC put the bid in to host the Olympics there has been controversy abound. It has cost BC taxpayers tons of money. Capital spending projects have been reduced, and  monies re-routed to Olympic venue construction and maintenance. Vancouver's homeless population have been or will be house/relocated. There will be protests, and Governmental bickering (oh yeah..nope cause our Government is currently on holidays.) Foreign eyes will be watching Canada and rightfully so. There are many hot button topics surrounding the Olympics and I will continue to pay attention, however, once the games begin, you will find the majority of my attention will be focused on our Canadian Atheles who are notoriously under funded and have trained for over 4 years for this day.

I will be rooting Canadian athletes on from the warmth and safety of my livering  room. I will get all teary when our national anthem is played for the first time, and hell any other time too. I will be watching, and hoping, and yelling and cheering. I will be watching perfectly sculpted bodies in skin tight suits speedskate their way to victory. Cub, X  and I will watch Snowboarding, Arials and every single Hockey game that the Canadian teams play.

And rest assured I will cry with pride when a Canadian wins a Gold medal for the first time ever on Canadian soil. 

However, I will not, and refuse to Chant "Eh, Oh Canada Go".

Let the Games Begin!

                                            

Seriously!

You’d think that after 9 years he’d have at least some semblance of knowledge. You’d think that at some point he would have got the hint, clued in?

*sigh*

Not so much..

Every night it is the same damn thing. I crawl into bed, get all snuggly with my pillow and turn on my side, I fluff, I flop the covers around and prepare for a sweet nobody needs anything from me coma… then in crawls X. He fluffs, flops and snuggles with me…bring on the bliss. Then, just as I have almost succumbed to the sweet sexiness of dreamland …

Nudge, Nudge..

Rub, rub…

“I was almost asleep”

Nudge, Nudge

“Seriously? Where were you when I crawled into bed?”

Rub, Rub.

“Not tonight, I’m not interested.”

Rub, Rub, Paws boob.

*smack*

“You are NOT SERIOUS!...No..now leave me alone.”

X rolls over, and sweet dreamland beckons me once more….almost EXACTLY one hour later….

Nudge, Nudge,

 “Stop it!”

I roll onto my back

Whining and rubbing.

“ Seriously! Good GOD. STOP IT!!

The whining increases..to a virtual howl

“ Will you go to sleep if I do? Of course you will, you prick. All I want to do is sleep… Alright FINE”

* Rolls over, grabs Cat and brings him in tight for a snuggle*   but not too tight or he will kick me. Once I have his fat ass settled the howl converts to  a purr, then he puts his two paws on my hand and all is quiet.

Sweet dreams…

Nudge, Nudge