Can I just say how happy I am that Sasha Cohen fell on her ass and didn't win the gold medal? I know, meow meow, but I just don't like her. I don't know what it is, but she rubs me the wrong way. I would like to have seen the Russian gal win, because she's just so cute and likeable, but it wasn't meant to be. The Italian and the Turkish women almost made me cry; they were just so happy to be there, with no expectations except to participate. That's what the Olympics are all about. I get so tired of hearing about all these "favorites," most of whom have failed to win the gold. Too much pressure is put on them. What an amazing honor to just be there, representing your country.
Today was very windy; it knocked over one of the big boxes out front that hold our newspaper. I managed to get it upright without the papers flying all over the parking lot, which was quite a feat. There were trash cans all over the road in Longmeadow, and my car door nearly brained me when I was trying to get in.
I am
so glad it's Friday. I'm having a glass of wine tonight, since it's the first night in two weeks that I'm drug-free; the cold has diminished enough that I don't have to take meds to breathe. More figure skating tonight: the exhibition skate, which is always fun because the pressure is off, and the skaters can just relax and enjoy themselves. I'll have to tape
Battlestar Galactica again, because I really don't think I can stay awake until 11. Plus, I don't think I'm caught up on the last couple of episodes. I'll have to have a marathon on Sunday.
They're calling for more snow tomorrow, which is really annoying because it's the
SEF annual meeting. I'm supposed to be carpooling with Cymbri & Rob, but if we get too much snow, we probably won't make the trek to Grafton. Which would be very disappointing, as I was really looking forward to seeing everyone. So cross your fingers that the roads are good tomorrow.
OK, time for some dinner, and vegging out in front of the TV. Happy Friday, everyone!