There is no color as beautiful as GOLD (except pink of course)

So its 12:30 in the morning. I went to "sleep" at 10pm because a) I am pooped exhausted from all my teacher training prep and b) I have been so nauseous and nervous all day for Nastia Liukin to compete tonight I wasnt really sure I could watch her compete in the gymnastics all-around competition. That is how much I have been invested in this young lady. Starting to watch her in 2004 and 2005 when she was far above the rest of the world and no one could come close to touching her, then watching her hopes dash as she had a major injury and surgery and having a long hard road of recovery barely being able to bounce back, to seeing everyone rant and rave about Shawn Johnson blah blah blah that she would be the Olympic All-Around Champion no problem no one else in contention... to knowing - completely believing - Nastia could win the all-around. I even called it. If she hit like she can, she could win hands down. No doubt about it. So as I tried to "sleep" I couldn't help but continue to quickly check the scores to see where they were at, and then after she hit her bars, I could not keep myself away. And then she did it... once she hit her double front on floor I knew that was it. I still can't believe it. My joy for her is indescribable - probably the most beautiful gymnast I have ever seen. She has been through so much and deserves it more than you know! Yes I cried. Multiple times. Aaaaaaa. Do I need a life? Shut up. Oh and did I love it that she won in a bright pink leotard? Absolutely. "Oh Ruth does that really matter?" Absolutely.

Oh and my other Olympic highlight tonight: Ryan Lochte winning the 200 Back (swimming). Finally!!!! This boy is such an incredible incredible incredible swimmer but always is the silver overshadowed by the powerhouse that is Michael Phelps. But the fact that Ryan now has his own individual gold medal (I'm okay with him beating Aaron Peirsol because although I love me some Aaron, he already got his 100 Back gold/WR) is amazing! Yeah I havent had time to blog lately, and even though really wanting to go on and on about the Olympics (as I am what people should call an Olympics junkie), honestly I have been reluctant to do so... especially about Michael Phelps only because everyone and their dog and even their dog's walker are talking about him... people who don't really know anything about swimming... which I totally understand but its still annoying to a psychotic swimming and gymnastics follower/fan like myself who follows every single meet these people compete in. I will say one thing.... I do not know how that boy is still standing. You can tell he is tiring a bit - his strokes are getting a tad tight - but he still going strong. Way stronger than he humanly should be able to. That is a whole lotta lactic acid his body is going through. It is truly magnificent what he is doing. Not just by winning... but that he has the endurance and strength to race this much. Sheesh. What am I going to do with myself when the Olympics are all over? Well... sleep probably.



My smack talk to Megan earlier this evening proved true : sorry sweetie. Nasty took the midget! heehee.