Megaracer

First of all, wow. You guys are so helpful and sweet. There seemed to be an overwhelming majority in favor of the third pair of earrings yesterday, but now I'm really not sure I want to wear any of the ones that I mentioned in that post. And I was incredibly touched by the flood of emails from people who searched everywhere to help me. There were so many fabulous suggestions that now I really do not know what to do. But I'll figure it out.

Also, the last couple nights I've dreamed about the wedding, and the amazing thing is that the dreams haven't been nightmares. Things have gone wrong in them (last night I had lipstick all over the skirt of my dress), but overall I have been incredibly happy and beaming and generally thrilled to be getting married. Apparently even my subconscious has achieved that zen state wherein it understands that the details don't really matter at this point, and the important thing is that Torsten and I wind up married at the end of the day.

In non-wedding related news (I KNOW. Who knew there WAS such a thing, right?), who stayed up until 1 a.m. to watch the Olympics last night? And wasn't it SO WORTH IT? The pink leotard and the matching scrunchy! The insane eyeliner on the Americans rivaled only by the ridiculous eyeshadow on the Chinese! The girl who wobbled throughout her entire beam routine and still got very few deductions!

But OMG speaking of the beam, I can hardly bear to WATCH those routines. The beam is just so LITTLE and also so HARD. It's one of those things where I have to cover my eyes with my hands and peek through my fingers, because I am so expecting one of them to crash onto the beam and crush her skull during those gravity defying spins that they do.

Also, even though I was really glad that the medals turned out the way they did, I felt a little bad for the Chinese. It just really seems that Chinese Olympic sports are a machine. The commentators say that these kids are plucked from their daycare centers when they're THREE and set to work training intensively on their assigned sport until they become an absolute master. That's all they do. It's really their lives. Which, to be fair, could probably be said of Olympic athletes from every country. But the difference is that I suspect the Chinese athletes get physically punished when they mess up, and I doubt that's the case with the Americans. So a part of me wanted them to win for their own sakes. Although I do think bronze is prettier than gold and silver. There, I said it.

Lastly, for those of you looking to waste some time, I have a little present for you. You're welcome. I love that thing because it confirms to me that I DO type fast. Its highest rank starts at 50WPM, and I'm averaging 108. Which means I would make a damn good secretary. Or maybe a court stenographer. It's always good to have a backup plan, right?