This morning we woke up having every intention of going to the zoo. Someone forgot to tell Colorado Springs that it’s late spring (might as well be summer), because it was more like fall/winter on the drive up the mountain. The rain was supposed to commence later in the day giving us enough time to feed the giraffes and clean the spit off our hands. We at least got to spot the giraffes (haha) as we circled the parking lot, making the decision that meandering through outdoor exhibits in the rain when it’s 57 degrees isn’t a good idea…for the chillins…or for Mommy…or for Nonna. Du and Reagan played tough guys saying that they weren’t going to melt and neither were the giraffes so lets go see them already. We all know they would have been miserable though. Reagan really would have hated the cold rain (while demanding to try to share Ashlyn’s stroller and blanket) and Du really would have hated listen to me bitch and moan lightly complain about how I’m cold natured and would soon develop pneumonia and he’d have to make the move south all by himself.
So, we took that opportunity to head to the US Olympic Training Center.
I think the guy who gave us the tour said there are three training centers in the country and one of them is here in the Springs. Of course, when you enter the visitor’s center, you’re ushered directly into the gift shop. They’re really pushing this 2008 Olympics in China thing.
I had forgotten the Olympics were coming up this summer. And honestly, I’m boycotting them because I don’t care to give China any more props or credit than they deserve, which, in my opinion, is about none. How about give your citizens the freedom of religion? How about stop putting poison in all of our products from kids’ toys to dog food to medicine? How about give more worth to a woman so then maybe there wouldn’t be so many unwanted girl babies. Then maybe I’ll support you. I support you enough by buying all your crap stuff that you shove down our throats (which is probably poisoned) because you make it at the lowest possible price…. Whoa, did I just write all that? Can you tell that’s been weighing on me some lately? Just some.
We start the tour, which is an inspirational couple of videos about the Olympics and the driving spirit that all the athletes have. It’s amazing how much dedication these people give to their sport…their lives really. After the video in the nice, dark, warm auditorium we’re ushered outside to the cold, somewhat wet outside. The Training Center used to be an Air Force Base (hooah!) and you can so tell that. They’ve definitely spruced it up for the athletes. The best bit of info I got all day, I think, was that the Training Center is not supported with government money. What? You mean a great program that can actually stand on its own with privately donated money? You bet. It can happen folks. We got to see the areas where the gymnasts, wrestlers, weight lifters, shooters (I think it’s awesome that shooting is an Olympic sport), swimmers (what am I forgetting?) get to train. The girl gymnasts don’t train here because the minimum age of residency here is 15 and we all know that to be a great girl gymnast you have to be prepubescent and stunt your growth for life. Wow, I’m on a roll tonight. Where’s my happy pill? To be able to actually reside at the Training Center you have to be in the top 5 to 10% of your sport. Talk about competitive.
We left the Training Center and went to lunch at Meadow Muffins. Yummy, greasy food. What could be better? I hope there’s a hospital or at least some kind of clinic nearby. It’s not a four star establishment so Ashlyn displayed perfect behavior. I dared Du’s parents to take us to the Broadmoor. We’d see how perfect that angel would act in the place where President Bush just stayed before he bid the latest batch of Air Force Cadets farewell.
Du’s parents were angels and took the girls home so Du and I could have some couple time. Forget Date Night, we had a whole Date Afternoon! And where did we go but to the mall. Does he know how to please me or what? Browsing books while sipping an iced chai latte is about the greatest thing. We also got to see the latest Indiana Jones movie. Can I just say that I called the spaceship? I so did know that it would show up. It wasn’t as cheesy as I was afraid though. Overall a great Indie movie. Couple of age jokes. I laughed at each one. What else? Oh! I found a mug for an upcoming project. The main feature this mug had to have was that it not be made in China (reference above). This one is cute and made in Portugal.
Ok, I can hear some of you snoring now. I’ll have to be brief about what we’ve been doing the last couple of days. Lets just say it involves crafts and highlights. Pictures of both will be coming soon. Well, you can see the highlights in the pic at the top. Oh! And we went bowling. I must mention that during the second game there were four frames, count them, four, where yours truly was in the lead. The others must have been bowling with their eyes shut.
Ashlyn wanted to bowl too so she took a couple of toys and threw them at the bowling lane.