I confessed a few weeks ago about certain artistic endeavors I took on. Now, I have a new confession:
I don’t really like the summer Olympics.
splat! crash! plop! (sounds of rotten vegetables being thrown at me)
The End.
Why, you ask, is Wendy such a traitor to this great land of ours? (that was your question, right?) Well, I had hoped that Project Runway episode would have excited me about the Games, but no, apparently not.
I like the winter Olympics just fine. It’s snowy and pretty. There’re hockey players, skiing, and the ICE DANCING! I can tap into all my time spent as a youth watching Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly movies (oops, my girly-girl is showing). They didn’t have ice dancing when I was a kid (I don’t think) but I’m sure my skating lessons in elementary school were heading me in that direction. What ever happened to that as my career? I asked my mother that a few years ago.
“Oh, I don’t know. I probably got tired of driving you there,” said mom. Future greatness dashed.
But summer Olympics, there’s what? Track and field. Ohhhhh, ahhhhhhh. Look, I can’t run fast. I’m built for slow. Possible endurance, but slow. I’m the one you want with you in bear country. The thrill of track left with FloJo. She’s not in the Olympics now, is she?
What else you got for Olympic gold? Basketball. Mmmmmmm. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I could watch that other times of the year.
Diving? Is a sport you HAVE to watch on slo-mo replay really meant for tv watching? And there’s that *SPLAT* sound which reminds me of too many belly flops from my youth.
Other sports? Did you know there’s trampoline this year? How did a warm-up routine for the REAL SPORTS become a competition in itself? Next, it will be stretching and taping. Although gymnasts might already be doing that on the floor routine. That’s tape they’re waving around, right? How about carbo-loading as a sport? I might like to see that.
I want to like the Olympics. I read about all of you out there glued to your sets, rooting and absorbed. I wish I felt that way.
Olympics, I’m just not that into you.
What am I missing? Is there an Olympic sport that’s awesome this summer? (we’re talking sports, NOT just oogling the hot bods!)
Or, are you secretly like me??
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Daniel made a boring cocktail dress after Kenley suggested he ditch the cape he was working on. He almost got the boot. Thanks, Kenley. Good tip. (She might be cute as a button according to SOME people-you know who you are-but I’d think twice on her advice.)
If you’re named Mary, have a flock of sheep and like clubbing, Jerell made a great outfit for you. What planet is he on anyway? And he put himself on the chopping block because he did NOT LISTEN TO TIM. Tim said the scarves alone were very “Lucy Ricardo” and not in a good way. So what did Jerrell do? Added a giant silly hat. (“My first hat!” he said. Let’s hope it’s his last. And what random Peter Pan thing was on HIS head??)
Joe‘s outfit was cool, I thought, but with all his bragging you KNEW he wasn’t going to win.
When Jennifer finally got the boot for an outfit that made NO SENSE for the challenge, she said she thought she had brought a different perspective to the competition with her surrealism.
Most remarkable, however, is that the winner was the Liberian woman, Korto. SHE got the American concept best and blended it with her style.
I give you Exhibit A, the Manpri pants.
Suede, Mr. blue mohawk man, Wendy thinks that Suede should either SHUT UP or learn about first person pronouns. Wendy does not like his running commentary in third person; it makes Wendy crazy and Wendy might jump off a ledge one Wednesday night.
Leanne gets a gold star this week for listening to Tim and making what
I mean, Kenley‘s had more of the artsy-fartsy thing going on, but hello, does any woman want a dress that purposely makes her butt bubble out like the turkey in the Macy’s parade? Did anyone like this dress?
Then we have Emily, the loser. And what’s sad about her loss is her utter lack of awareness at the yuckiness of the dress she made. Nina called it: Carmen Miranda, Emily, Carmen Miranda.
I’d already read about Blayne, the self-professed tanning obsessive who lives in Seattle and worked as a barista. Around here, he must have stuck out like Martian with that skin tone.
Then there’s Stella who decided to use garbage bags to make pants and a top and seemed surprised that her creation looked like “garbage.” She kept saying it over and over, “this outfit is going to look like trash! It’s not working….it’s just gonna be garbage.” Huh?
Jerry, who falls squarely into the “ego” category. Oh, yeah, this ego made something pretty. Pretty ugly. With ugliness on top.

