Quiet, Refined and Reserved.

I don’t know about you, but in my humble opinion, the Olympics are addictive. It is so easy to get caught up in Apolo Ohno’s latest short track event or the wild and crazy fearless few that compete in the skeleton.

Seriously, competing in that sport would take some ginormous nerve. At what point in one’s life does one say, “Why yes, I think I might run real fast beside this sled and then jump on it and see how fast I can go!…. Head first!”

It most definitely wasn’t me who has stayed up way too late partying with Bob Costas every single night of the Olympics the past week because I couldn’t care less about Apolo Ohno and his beloved headband. Or Bode Miller. Or Shaun White. I couldn’t stay up way late because its not as if I have absolutely no responsibility and am not required to get up at O Dark Thirty to get a child to school in the mornings.

Likewise, in an attempt to settle my nerves while watching Lindey Vonn and Julia Mancuso, it wasn’t me who had the hair-brained idea to eat a Snickers Ice Cream Bar well after midnight.

Folks, believe me when I say I knew better.

I did not sit in my big, blue, bloggy chair, chowing down on the awesomeness that is the chocolate, the peanuts, the ice cream and the caramel while whoopin’ and hollerin’ for each and every American Athlete no matter what the event.

An hour or so later, it wasn’t me who found herself wollering around in the bed like a brown bear trying to root out a spot get comfortable and get to sleep.

Nope, not me. No way!

I did not lay there compiling this post in my head trying to keep myself still so that I wouldn’t wake Papa Bear McDaddy knowing full well that I should have pulled myself right up out of bed to get the mess out of my head because of the very real possibility that I wouldn’t remember it three days later.

It also wasn’t me who beamed with pride as Stevie made his way to the front of a crowded room to accept a 2nd Place trophy for the Father/Son Cub-Scout Bake-off on Saturday.

Oh, and there’s no way I let out a big squeal seconds after the announcement because for one, I am much too refined for that, and for two, well, because I am typically quiet and reserved.

Not necessarily in that order.

AHEM!

Way to go fellas! I AM very proud of both of you! Your beach cake was yummy!!!!

For more things that people did not do, (probably because they too are quiet, refined and reserved) head over to MckMama’s place.

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