Watching Bode Miller last night, I was trying to calculate how many times I've seen him in the Olympics (a lot) and then one thing in my head led to another and I found myself going through all of my old pictures to remember what I was doing with my life during the Vancouver (2010) and Torino (2006) games.
In February 2006, my current camera was only two months old--digital SLR photography was still a bizarre concept to me. No film?? I can see the photo right after I take it? and delete it if I don't like it? This is ridiculous! I had just started my second semester of grad school, and it was just beginning to dawn on me that I was in waaaaaaay over my head and had already started contemplating dropping out. The first weekend of the Olympics, it was snowy in our neighborhood (I still lived at home) and my mom wanted to try this quick recipe that makes little cinnamon roses out of some kind of Pillsbury stuff in a can. We made pale pink frosting and drizzled it over the top, and when we had finished the outdoors had changed color to match:
|They were really good. Leslie was a senior in high school at the time, but she wasn't around on this particular Sunday.|
|No editing here, either.|
|Leslie, I have no idea why I have a picture of a Valentine on your butt, but I do.|
I did some more digging and found my life during the second weekend of the Olympics that year--as usual, it crossed over with my aunt's birthday which is always celebrated at my grandmother's:
|Leslie and Elsie (she was named for Leslie = L C = Elsie ... get it?). Poor Elsie--she's long gone.|
|Lu admonishing Elsie, probably for no reason. You could switch out the main players here for me and Penny and the photo would essentially be the same.|
|Leslie was a month away from turning 18--she probably didn't even know where she was going to college yet.|
Naturally I began thinking, "What was I doing in February during the 2010 games?" More digging--more snow. Lots of snow:
I had already been married over a year, had acquired two Fluffs of my own, and was about halfway through the dissertation that I didn't think I would be able to write in 2006:
Oh God, the snow. Strangle me. Now.
In 2010, the snow really messed up everything in my life (ie, school) during Valentine week. (I already posted about this here.) We did Valentine's day a few days early on a random Tuesday night at Simon Pearce--we had the whole place to ourselves:
|That Vixen nail polish is still my fave.|
It snowed, like, two feet that night on top of the, I don't know? ten feet? of snow that we already had:
And somewhere in the midst of all of this, we visited Leslie in college in Pittsburgh. We drove to see her on a Friday, drove home that Sunday, walked in the door around 5pm, and Ron slept on the couch while I watched downhill skiing while folding laundry. (I already posted about this here.)
|All of those people have had four birthdays since I snapped this.|
|I guess some things never change.|
|It was shockingly warm that weekend. I mean, it had to be at least 40.|
So, we'll see what I snap during the 2014 games. One thing is for sure: There will be snow ...