Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Shameless Commerce Plug

My dear friend makes these cute, useful and completely washable diaper change kits. They're compact and have a slot for diapers and one for wipes, so everything is very handy. I have one that I keep in my car and I've loved it. My brilliant, talented and beautiful friend recently started an etsy shop--so visit it and buy one! And, if you can't think of a reason you, personally, should have one, you're welcome to buy one and send it to me. I have lots of uses for them!

By the way, the link is on the side. See that picture of the black and white changing kit? That's the link. Thanks, BlueSkies, for being pretty.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Olympiad

I’m sorry, but I can’t blog tonight. I’m watching the Olympics. In fact, you might as well count me out for the next 14 days. I won’t be able to follow House Hunters or Say Yes to the Dress or What Not To Wear while I’m at the gym because I’ll be watching moguls and men’s biatholon and curling. You see, I will watch anything if it’s on the Olympic roster. If they made manure tossing an Olympic sport, I’d so watch it.

Normally, I scoff at pairs skating. Stupid ballerinas on sticks. But during this two week period? Oh, yah, I cried with the Russian couple who missed on their side-by-side triple toe loop during the short program. And, really, moguls are boring to watch. But I cringed and hung my head in pain for the Korean girl who fell after the first jump. I feel it, girl.

And then, after enjoying the speed skating and the luge and the slalom, I get the big reward. Super pipe, baby, Super Pipe. To see Shaun White tossing his pretty curls around as he tears it up, well, let’s just say even chocolate can’t draw my attention away. And then, when the girls get out there and I see what it would be like to be a real woman, wow. This is vicarious living at its best.

Normally, I’m a sports-free zone. But when Sven Kramer won and climbed into the stands to hug his dad, I cheered. Yup, out loud. There may have even been tears in my eyes, but I won’t admit to that in public.

And then it’s over and I have 2 years to get my stamina back for the Summer Olympics. This, my dear friends, is fine television.