Countdown to Torino

it's with great pride and honor that i've been selected (ok that i selected myself) to represent my home, and country(ies) in the knitting olympics.

when i was a kid, i dreamed about being an olympic athlete (or marrying one), even though i had been cursed with having absolutely no gross motor control.  i imagined myself as a syncronized swimmer (i was an excellent swimmer but very slow) or a speed skater (although i really wanted to be a figure skater, even my dreams however grand and insane were based on a smidge of reality.)  the fact that i couldn't then nor can i now stand on ice skates was irrelevant.

so i'm very excited to finally get to participate in the games.  i haven't quite decided in which event i will  compete.  like carl lewis, jackie joyner-kersee and clara hughes, i'm a multi-faceted athlete, able to compete in multiple disciplines.  i still have time to decide.

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where time is running out though is getting my pins together for trading.  because you know that's what the olympics are all about.  the pins*. 

of course there's the general knitting olympic pin, designed by the yarn harlot herself.

a usa knitter pin designed by jenla.

and some france national team pins (also designed by jenla).

should i not be good enough for the american team, due to my dual citizen status with france, i have petitioned the french national olympic committee to accept me as a member, where the competition isn't as fierce for the olympic spots.  the beauty of being part of the french team is a certain laissez-faire attitude that basically allows me to punt should i decide that i just don't care anymore and i need more wine.  because it really is all about the wine.  (and turning the entire western world against george bush)

finally, i have my team boston pins.  they're wicked pissah.

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!

*or as they call them in france "les pin's".  yes pins with an apostrophe.  the french do not have a word for pins.  the kind you collect.  yet, rather than call them just pins, they throw an apostrophe in the mix so that you know to pronounce the word like english speakers do, just more exagerrated  ... les peeens. this is a pet peeve of mine.  indiscriminate use of apostrophes in the french language in an english word because it's easier to just steal the word then come up with their own french word.  for example, sometimes you'll see the word jeans (as in blue jeans) spelled jean's.  there's no possession there.  it's just they can't leave well enough alone.  but anyway.  les pin's is my personal favorite.  and the french love their pin's.  fuck the pin's.