tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32364660.post6442845835454565259..comments2023-05-30T10:57:49.020-04:00Comments on The Inch of Difference: Oh my...Jezcabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01260863783484348959noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32364660.post-51954375337167361862008-08-09T21:40:00.000-04:002008-08-09T21:40:00.000-04:00damned & here I am lusting after Michael Phelp...damned & here I am lusting after Michael Phelps...Jezcabellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01260863783484348959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32364660.post-20932767248196829752008-08-09T09:23:00.000-04:002008-08-09T09:23:00.000-04:00OK, I realize that this particular rambling is 2 w...OK, I realize that this particular rambling is 2 weeks old...but it's the most recent one to which I can respond. I just needed to say that I had a fond Olympic memory moment yesterday. I was watching the opening ceremonies, I remembered sitting in the IH @ Toledo watching the summer olympics w/my very good newer friend (who would later become one of my closest) after surviving our freshman year of college. Then, as I was looking back on the events of that day, I was SMACKED in the face with the realization that it was 12 YEARS AGO!!!! AARRRRGGGGHHHH!!! Freshman year was 12 years ago???? Not that I don't LOVE my 30's, but WHEN did this happen?? Watching Kerri Strug's one foot landing to win the gold, live, was a moment I'll never forget. However, I wish I could forget how long ago that was...to make matters worse, I was on the phone with my handsome, sexy, very single friend in Chicago & he pointed out that he was in 6th grade @ the time. WOW!! When did we get so old?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com