It's Not My Fault

I'm so mad! I have been slacking off on blogging lately but it's not my fault. I'm not going to take the blame for this slackiness. Nope. I'm putting all the blame on Mom and the Olympics.

Flash back to 1980. For some of you, you can't flash back that far because you weren't born. I wasn't born yet either but I Mom tells me it feels like 1980 was just yesterday. Um, okay. Whatever you say Mom. Why are we flashing back to 1980? Because the Winter Olympics that year were pure magic and Mom was glued to the tube back then like she is today.

Everyone has heard about the Miracle on Ice from the 1980 Winter Olympics. Hearing Al Michaels scream "Do you believe in miracles?" still brings goosebumps to Mom's rms. The cheers in Lake Placid when the US beat the Soviets could be heard around the world. Even though it was just the semifinals, the victory was just what the US needed to believe in themselves, as a team and as a country.

Another story of the Olympics were America's sweethearts Tai Babilonia & Randy Gardner. They were poised to bring the crowds to their feet and win the hearts of those who didn't even like figure skating, but it was not to be. They had to withdraw prior to the competition because Randy was injured. Mom was devastated. Crushed. Despondent. And that was on top of the fact that Mom had pulled a muscle in her neck right before the start of the games and had to watch a week of the Olympics with her cheek on her shoulder. Figure skating takes on a whole different level when viewed sideways.

But what does all that have to do with today? Good question. Mom had not planned on watching the Olypmics this winter because she just wasn't interested. Her interest in figure skating has waned over the years and she's not a big fan of the other sports. Then the games started and she just can't get enough of them, but this time it's not figure skating she's obsessed with it's curling.

Dad thinks that Mom must be part Canadian. I doubt it because her peeps are either Native American or from the old country. Mom does have a French sounding name but she's not French at all. She had never even watched a curling match until earlier this week and now she won't even leave the house because curling is on tv all the time. Back in the old days the Olympics were on one tv channel, ABC, but in 2010 they are on everywhere. All day and all night long.

What is it about curling that Mom is drawn to? I wish I could explain it but I can't. There's not much action, the matches are kind of slow, and all the American athletes say 'aye' all the time. What gives? I don't really know but my only guess is that old people curl and since Mom is old maybe she thinks she can curl. How dumb is that?

I'm getting a little concerned about Mom because all of her attention is on curling and not on me. She claims that I'm just as obsessed with curling as she is but that's just Mom trying to divert the madness off herself. I like curling, I really do. I like the strategy involved and the outfits. But I have a blog to update, blogs to visit, and a belly that needs to be rubbed.

I'm trying to think of a way to get Mom out of her curling obsession. Should I have her hypnotized? It works for smokers so maybe it will work for a wannabe curler. Should I break all the tvs? Probably not a good idea. With no tvs there wouldn't be any curling to watch but Dad would die without the tv so he would probably kill me. Break the cable boxes? Cut the electricity to the house? There doesn't seem to be a good solution for Mom's addiction.

My one saving grace is that the Olympics will be over in a week and then Mom will be back to normal. Well, as normal as she can be which isn't very normal. Mom watches most of the matches in the family room where my Valentine's Day cards are so I get to look at them all the time. Thank goodness for that! I refuse to take them down until the madness ends. And if it doesn't end, we will just have to find another place to put the Christmas cards.