So. Most of the hits I've gotten since the last post were from people googling Aaron Peirsol. I don't know why I'm surprised when I've been doing the same thing for days now (Google Blog Search, you'll get an ode out of me one of these days). Apparently, fangirling is a real epidemic during the Olympics. Let me see, past Olympic obsessions? Hmm, I think this would be my first, although I remember being fascinated by Alexei Nimov and Dmitri Sautin several Olympics ago. I know it wasn't during the Athens one because I had more pressing matters to attend to that year (started a new job, moved to the jungle, worked on my thesis proposal as well as on passing a graduate class I showed up in exactly once - successfully I might add ;-D, prepared for my wedding, etc...). Anyway, my actual point is that getting hits because of Aaron Peirsol made me feel guilty somehow (I'm a pastor's kid so - not sure if this is a universal rule - it really doesn't take much to make me feel guilty. Man, I spent my growing up years and some just feeling guilty), so to show the world that I'm having my weltanschauung (gah, Comparative Literature 101 has a way of sneaking up on me when I least expect it) come from the right place again, I'm posting pictures of my daughter. Yes, folks, we are working on taming the fangirl.
If you must know, I did choose the pics that didn't show too many of my chins and layers of gut blubber ;-p Garrr, that weight ticker is mocking me.
Marguerite wouldn't let her daddy hold on to her, but she did have a death grip on those bars. She didn't want to sit next to him either. Next thing you know she'll be scanning the ads for her own place.:(