A Typical or Atypical Pastor's Wife-whichever one you come to believe

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Monday, July 30, 2012

Oh Goodness! They've Dummed Down the Olympics!

Anyone watching the Olympics?

My heart broke for the young American gymnast who did not make the final cut for the all-around competition.  She is really good. Probably better than a lot of the gymnasts that will be competing in the competition.  That is what infuriates me!

This has nothing to do with me being an American, truly!  It has nothing to do with the fact that most of the experts feel that she was underscored in almost every event.  This has to with competition-what it is, what it does, what it means.

The Olympic competition is about more than competing.  The purpose of the Olympics to determine who is "best"?  It used to be anyway!  But now, in typical Socialist style, this is no longer the case!  In essence it's based on "fairness" and being inclusive, not on actual talent.  I'm not against fairness nor inclusiveness in it's proper place and context.  But the Olympics is about survival of the fittest.  It's about proving over a period of days that you deserve to be called #1 in the world!

But now only two gymnasts from each country can compete.  It doesn't really matter what score you actually earned.  If you happen to place third from your country, you're out.  So even if your actual earned score is higher than all the gymnasts from another country, you're out!  (This sounds vaguely  like the new mentality concerning math in our country which says "It really doesn't matter if you can do math.  It really only matters that you feel good about math."  This could be why the high school graduates at the local McDonald's cannot make change! But I digress!)

I played sports in college.  I didn't play because I savored the feeling of my muscles screaming for oxygen or because I loved the feel of the leather on the basketball or because it was a way to meet people and make new friends.  I played because I wanted to win!  I wanted to dominate the competition and push myself past all my known limits.  And when that final score ended up in my favor, it meant something!  A conference win would not have meant much to me in the end if I knew that although I had won the game I had just played, I had not necessarily competed against the best team that I could have.  In the back of my mind I would always be thinking, "I wonder who would have won if we had played that other team?"   Unfortunately, the gymnasts of the 2012 Olympics will leave wondering the same thing.

I don't know about you, but this goofy decision by the Olympic committee defies the purpose of having an Olympics at all!  The athletes might as well just take off their shoes, stand in a big circle, hold hands, sing  "I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing" and go home.  It would save a lot of injuries, time, sacrifice and money because, frankly, everyone will leave the Olympics still wondering who really was the best.

Now along with the SAT;s,  the MCATS, and the LSATS, they've dummed down the Olympics!  Is nothing sacred?

I don't want to watch the best some country that wasn't a country last year and may not be a country next year has to offer.  I want to watch the "best" athletes in this world go at it head to head.  I want to witness the toughness, the stamina, and the determination that got those athletes there in the first place.  I want to see the "best of the best".  I want to see the "thrill of victory" and the agony that comes with defeat.  Last night all I witnessed was the agony that comes from being cheated out of the chance that took a lifetime to obtain.

So, for this reason, I, like many others in London, am not watching the Olympics tonight.  The Olympics has just lost it's luster in my eyes!   The gold, silver, and bronze seem tarnished.    The torch is burning a bit less bright in London tonight.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Skunk Carpet

I'm sitting here on the end table watching half of my living room carpet dry.  It's 1:54 am.  I have to get up in 5 hours and I haven't even gone to bed yet!  LOL!  I've still got the other half to go!   I've worked so hard this week cleaning my house and vacuuming everyday (now that I have a vacuum that actually picks up the dirt.  My old one just re-distributed it.  No Kidding!  It's pitiful, I know!)

My schedule tomorrow, I mean today is pretty full.  My daughter will be meeting her vocational rehab assessor for the first time and she is coming here at 9:30 am because she thought it might be more comfortable for my girly.  Thus all the cleaning this week.  

I was feeling pretty good about things.  The laundry was done.  The bathroom was clean, or at least it was until....our lovely, sweet, overly protective Zoe.......

This is her......she's a little upset......she smells....and is no longer on our bed as in this photo but in her kennel.  

 Anyway, she took on one of these in the back yard during a routine potty trip....

She lost.  Now she smells.  So does my living room.  And the kitchen.  And the bathtub.  Why?  Because my children let her in the door after she and the skunk got done "communicating".   I didn't wash her in the tub, I took her out front and washed her with the hose, nearly a whole bottle of LOC, all the peroxide left in the bathroom cabinet and 5 lbs of baking soda.  I also donated the rest of my conditioner to help her fur turn out silky smooth, and a pleasant odor....I hope....I'm not sure yet though.  I must say, Zoe is a trooper.  She stood still and let me do it.  For nearly 30 minutes she stood there looking like a drowned rat, looking up at me with those woe-filled eyes and shaking limbs.  I think it was as traumatic for her as it was for the skunk. Only she reacted in a much more civil way.

  I had planned on washing her today.  She has a vet appointment.  The skunk must have known this and therefore thought that it would be okay to spray her because she was getting a bath anyway.  I'm not sure that Zoe is fully on board with this kind of "stinky" thinking.

I guess I should be thankful that it happened when it did.  For some odd reason, I had borrowed the neighbor's carpet cleaner two days ago so that I could clean my living room carpet. You see, I have one of these...a grandson...

isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen?.....anyway, he crawls around on my floor a lot so I wanted to make sure it was clean.  I did not plan on doing it in the middle of the night though.  I guess not everything turns out the way you plan it, now does it?