In watching the olympics (tivo rocks sooooooo much for this), I watch all the medal ceremonies, regardless whether I like the sport and I feel the urge to cry, occassionally shedding a tear. Why? Because these are people’s dreams coming true. At one point, it was my dream. Now, none of you guys knew me back when I was a gymnast, but I was damned good. To the point where I was getting close to hitting the national scene when shitty things happened (like encephalytis) and my mental connection decided to give out. So I cry with the person on the medal stand now. The most moving tears so far, have been Japan’s gold in gymnastics, every win that Iraq’s soccer team gains, and the foot hold that all the smaller countries have gained in the individual events for women’s gymnastics.

The irony of the situation, is that had I kept things up and ended up in one of the last 3 olympics, I would have been holding up at the swimming pool. My inner joke is to have been interviewed on supporting my fellow americans, and admitting I was there to just stare at the Aussie men’s team. Pitiful, but right up my ally on what I’d say.

Oh yeah, on another amusing note….at the store, we’ve stepped into the political ring and got some republican/bush stickers. Now, the one about flushing both johns is hilarious, as is the farenhate one. Anyway, we had our first debate on Saturday evening. Ending with the woman yelling, “I love my Bush! Vote for my Bush!” and me holding in the longest amount of laughter I possibly could. Along with the lines of, “I hope you love your Bush, because you’re damned ugly and no one else is.” Mention this to the Boss Man today, who starts laughing hysterically (this guy is a closet new waver of old, and had no clue what gaydar is). I later mention that we need some “Lesbians for Bush” stickers and his comment is, “This election could only get better if Kerry’s last name was Cox.” Only in my world does my boss say this in public, after yelling at an old lady because he wouldn’t give her her money back from a year old receipt.