Olympia

 I love the Olympics! It must be the proud American in me, but I seriously just want our people to win! No offense to the Russians and Chinese, but we Americans have way more team spirit. Which is way more awesome. If I had an Olympic shirt, I would totally be wearing it. Just so everyone in our house can know which team I'm rooting for. Oh, and I'm thrilled the gymnastics gym is pink. Me and Jordan Weiber - we like pink.

Of course, the Olympics start on the day I have my swim meet. I went and did my best. I swam hard and even did well in the relay. I felt pretty good. And then I came home and watched the Olympics. And I felt like a dork.

I'm exhausted after a 50? and they are doing 800 METERS? Geez, watching the Olympics is NOT a way to boost self confidence.

Also, our friends stopped by today. Which was extra cool! Because I'm more the "Just stop by" type than the plan for weeks in advance. Spontaneous is just so much more fun right? They also came over post swim team-mid nap- pre shower (which basically means I was sleeping and my hair looked like a rats nest. Lovely.) I woke up, blabbered a little, got some lemonade and forgot to drink it and had a wonderful time for the 10 minutes they were there.

So that was my day. I'm off to watch more Olympics. Prepare to see my swimming self confidence reach an all time low.

Swim MEAT

Well I first typed Meat without even noticing. Clearly, I like pigs and pork and such so it was obvious for me to write meat. But of course, I know I didn't attend (or for that matter) participate in a swim meat. I didn't watch cows swim laps, although I was just about as graceful as a hefty heifer. The swine weren't cheering for me and certainly poultry weren't mistaking the pool for a birdbath.

I'm just so weird.

So anyway! I went to a swim meet, I swam, I freaked out, I flopped like a cow, I got a sun burn, My collection of bruises increased, and I decided I never want to do anything hard again. When I'm on the block and they call "Swimmers Take your Mark." an absolute terror goes through me. "I can't go in!" (Yes, I talk to myself even while facing a life or embarrass yourself to death situation.) "The water is too hard!" I then go through all the possible excuses for me to not swim, all in about the 3 seconds before the horn blows. Of course, then it blows and I have no choice but to suck it up and flop on in.

Although, the great thing about swimming is you don't sweat. Well, you might sweat at meets because all you do is stand around. But for the majority of the time you are in the water (duh!) so sweating is pretty much non existent. For the record, I hate sweating. It's gross and icky and ruins a good hair day.

I compare swim meets to swine and poultry and cows. Sheesh, I'm cool!

Sincerely,
Swining out

PS: I literally patted myself on the back for that one. Please tell me you didn't roll your eyes.

Alternate Titles

There really are a lot of things I could call this post.

"Proof Bubbles needs a bath."

"I should be washing my blankets more."

"Awkward Dog Photos"

"Snoring Beauty"

But in the end, I think I'll go with Bubbles.

I pride myself on my creativity.

Have a great Tuesday ya'll. I also pride myself on my southern accent, just turning on the charm you know! The blog revamp is going well (not good mind you) and I can't wait to for it to be up and running. Blogs do a lot of running...? Let me rephrase that, I can't wait for it to be up! I have my first swim practice of the season today, eek. I'm fairly sure I'll pass out on lap 4. When Emmers and I went for tryouts, we swam 3 laps. When we got out I declared "That was a great workout!" Trust me, it will be rough. XOXO, Kryn

Hippie Haven

If my hippie museum were real, hippies would be flocking to it.

They’d to anything to get a tour of the Hippie Van garden....


Or a chance to splash around in the Polka Dot Pond.

Well, its official. I'd be out of business in 3 hours.