Yup, this post is about the Olympics.

Sooooooooo, yeah. Hi. I’m not so great at these regular updates, I know. And I’m sorry about that. I am. But I’ve just been busy. Yes, really. Laying on my couch and watching the Olympics all day totally counts as busy. At least, it does in my book. There’s a lot of shouting at the TV and learning the rules of oft-ignored sports and guessing the judges’ scores involved. So yeah. Definitely busy.

In case you’re not already aware, I’m a bit of an Olympics freak. Or, well, I was, back when I could peruse articles about my favorite Olympians during the day and not accidentally read spoilers of the outcome of that evening’s events… thanks a lot, time delay. Urgh.

But anyway, yes, I freaking love the Olympics. I changed my ringtone to that cool theme song NBC plays before the nightly broadcast so I can sing along when anyone calls. That is love, folks.

In case that’s not enough, I also threw an Opening Ceremonies party. By “party” I of course mean “Rich and I watching TV whilst eating my over-the-top assortment of snacks.” Yup, it was just the two of us. But does that mean I toned down the decorations or food? Hells no!

Here are a few photos, just to show what a geek I am:

I started the day off with some USA Olympics special edition cereal. Breakfast of champions, clearly.

I made these for my coworkers. I ran out of some colors of M&Ms, so a few of the brown ones are Reese’s Pieces and a few yellow and blue ones are from a bag of trail mix. I’m resourceful.

I spent AGES on those rings and the banner. Totally worth it though.

You bet that’s a podium. I think I would throw awesome kids parties. Or I can continue throwing parties like this just for myself. Either/or.

Oh yeah, those snacks were themed.

Yup, those are marshmallow lane dividers.

An Olympics glass that my mom found for me in an antiques store. That’s basically the only glass I use during the Olympics.

The torch.

Okay, these were actually leftover 4th of July decorations that I was too lazy to take down. But it totally works to cheer on the U.S. of A.

So yes, that’s how I usher in the Olympics.

I’ll admit though… while these Games have been pretty gosh darn awesome and I’ve loved watching them, I haven’t quite had that same obsessive feeling I used to have. At first, it made me sad… yes, these are the sorts of things that make me sad. Being less obsessed with the Olympics. I’m such a weirdo.

But for previous Olympics, I used to spend all day googling my favorite athletes, and I used to scream at the races, and I used to gush about the coverage every chance I got. This time it’s a little different.

Maybe it’s these are my first Olympics as an “adult”… I was always on summer vacation for previous Games and could watch and obsess all day long, where now I sit at a desk during the day and have to take care of things like “dinner” and “laundry” in the evenings. That stuff is exhausting. I prefer summer vacation.

Maybe it’s because having to get up early means I get grumpy when I have to stay up late. It’s a lot less fun to wait around for Michael Phelps when you’re mentally subtracting the hours you have left before you get up in the morning.

But maybe it’s because every other Olympics had someone new and big to root for, and these 2012 Games, with all their excessive coverage of the “Baltimore Bullet,” felt a little tired. In 2008, I literally jumped up and down and screamed at the top of my lungs when Michael Phelps won that 100-m fly by one hundredth of a second. But this year, all the Phelps coverage felt a little old. I know, he’s a big deal… trust me, I’m a fan. But the interviews with his mom and coach? None of that was new information.

I kept wishing NBC would focus more on some of the other amazing athletes… like Nathan Adrian. When that guy won, I felt that old spark of Olympic awesomeness. But he hardly got an interview afterward. Or like Katie Ledecky, the youngest Olympian on the U.S. team, who won the 800m freestyle and cried on the podium while singing the national anthem. I’ve hardly heard her mentioned since then.

I don’t know. But, as the week went on, I tuned out the annoying commentators and their endless Phelps chatter and started getting excited again. I cheered last night for Oscar Pistorius and Usain Bolt, and I’ve gotten pretty into diving, rowing, equestrian, and the long jump. How crazy is the long jump?

So maybe hope isn’t lost. Maybe this is just what being a grown-up feels like. A grown-up who decorates her apartment with construction paper Olympic rings, I mean. Maybe that right there is proof right there that I’m still a giant Olympic nerd.

 Just one that’s a little more tired and has less time to hang pictures of Ian Thorpe in her locker.