just a deposit of thoughts

watching the olympics...i was before we left town but down at my mother and sister's homes there was nothing else to watch but the olympics. you would have thought NBC was the only station on their televisions. it actually got annoying. i, as ever other person in america, cheered on michael phelps. i have tired of seeing interviews with him though i really wish him well. as a former swimmer, it's good to see swimming get some respect. i never can recall another time when people cared that much about it. it's been encouragement to seek out a pool. one thing i will say for georgia, they had wonderful, accessible public pools. i'll have to do some digging for Vancouver though i do know of one in NE portland.

speaking of, the trip to georgia went really well. it was the first time i've traveled down there, lately, to attend something that had nothing to do with me. thank God!! it was such a touching moment to walk into my mom's house and hear my niece literally screaming for me to come over and acknowledge her. she is definitely one of those huge pieces of my heart. from that point on it was just family hanging out. my mom threw herself a wonderful party! she didn't stop dancing for the whole 4 hours and i wasn't too far behind. i love dancing and i like to get out on floor. i seem to only go out dancing once a year but man when i do..i do it. i'm a bit of a dance nerd though and love the line dances. i like to call them 'the reunion dances' because they are guaranteed to get everyone at a reunion up off their butts. the electric slide is the perverted old uncle of these but it can still be fun. our family's current favorite is the cupid shuffle. that was too fun. they only blip of the night was what i'm going to refer to as 'the Low incident'. this is a stupid song by a guy who calls himself Flo Rida in case you don't know. regardless of the stupidity it makes for something fun to dance to. well, someone requested the song and that was fine. all the women (plus JC just long enough to smack my booty) were on the floor and took turns 'getting low'. then the song repeated and repeated and repeated for a full 15 minutes. i kid you not. that DJ knew he was wrong. despite that it was a lot of fun. every single person there was out on the dance floor at some point. during a pause, a toast was made to my mom by, first, well, my mom (that's so her). her siblings took the mike next and then we, her children. my youngest sister got so choked up with emotion she made a bleating sheep kind of sound that made some think she was kidding. before they could laugh though- she burst into tears and the mike was quickly taken away. it was sweet. that catchall 'good times' is really appropriate to describe the long weekend.

all of that said, i'm glad to be home. it feels more like home than anywhere i've lived in the last two years...wow, that's a long time.