Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Being Overwhelmed and the Olympics (by which I'm not overwhelmed)

Mood:  Hyper (my coffee must have been strong today) and Irritated (why oh why does the housekeeper feel the need to come at a different time everyday and be here when I have to pick up my youngest from the bus stop???)
Listening to: Blow Ya Mind - Eve and Gwen Stefanie

Hello Everybody. I hope you’re all having a lovely week. Things around chez Gainedi have settled back into a steady routine. No, I don’t speak French, but yes, I do like using random foreign words. That’s just how I roll. Anyhow, we’re all just hanging out living life and waiting for our upcoming trip to Hyderabad in a few weeks. Even though my mother in law taught me to cook Indian food, her food still blows mine out of the water and I can’t wait to eat at her house.

If anyone is interested, I’m starting a series over at Following the Masala. It’s called “What the Hell India?” I came up with this after writing an article for the A-Z challenge this past April. You can read it here if you'd like. I've been having a little bit of difficulty coming to terms that the country I’ve chosen to live in has some rather serious human rights problems in spite of this country being also in the 21st century. So we’ll explore some of the local events and issues that make me shake my head. Should be good fun.

In other news – I’m sick of hearing about the Olympics. There, I said it. Feel free to throw unpatriotic stones at me, I don’t really care. I’m just not interested. I can appreciate the athletics, agility and grace required to do the amazing things they do, I just don’t feel like working myself all up into a lather to watch it. If that’s your cup of tea, drink up, just stop blog/twitter bombing everything with Olympic references. I’m seriously considering taking a Twitter hiatus because of this.

Speaking of taking a hiatus, I have been completely overwhelmed with blogs lately, and it’s not even writing on my own, which I’m sure has been evident. I think I’ve finally reached the upper limit of what I’m willing to read every day. There is simply too much talent on the Internets. Rest assured people, I may not always have the get up and go to comment on every blog I follow, but I am definitely reading them.

I think I’m going to leave it here for now. I’ll hopefully be back tomorrow with a blog post that is more inspired and funny. Right now, I’m all like “just stay on the damn horse, cause god knows if you fall off you may never get back on.” With that being said, have a great day.



Kianwi said...

I know, it gets so hard to ready all the ones you like and comment, when you keep finding new ones you like :) I gotta stop picking up new blogs!

I'm not a big Olympics watcher, either. But I'm not a big sports fan, in general, so that's no surprise.

Gossip_Grl said...

I'm not a real fan of the Olympics either. :/ I agree on the talent and the sportsmanship that they show.

Rusty said...

So many blogs, so little time. That's why I only write a couple a month. It's my excuse and I'm sticking to it :p

The local coverage of the Olympics here has only been focused on the swimming. I don't like watching swimming, but I haven't really been paying attention to any of the other sports. All a bit meh really

Becky said...

@Rusty - I like your way of thinking. I think the thing that got me the most about this was that I am finding it hard to have time to write because I'm reading way too many. I may have to go through and audit a smidge.

Becky said...

@Gossip Grl - I'm so glad I'm not the only one. I feel like the whole world has fallen down an Olympics rabbit hole and I'm still standing here wondering what the hell happened.

Becky said...

Kianwi - That's how I came to be in this situation in the first place. Too many awards floating around, which makes me think that I should be reading those blogs too, because someone recommended them!
I guess that's why I'm not so enthusiastic about the Olympics. Watching sports (beyond an occasional cricket match or football game) just isn't my thing.