Puberty is also a time of huge numbers of knee injuries for girls. My orthopedist explained it to me that, as the hips grow, the angle of the muscles and tendons holding the kneecap in place changes, and it takes a few years for the body to adjust and strengthen the muscles that hold it in. (I had one actual kneecap dislocation and several near-dislocations in middle school and the first year or so of high school, but that's calmed down by now to just twisting weirdly every once in a while and sometimes sliding precariously when I'm wearing heels for too long.)

Dominique Dawes was also in three Olympics. She was almost 16 at her first. (She was there in 1992, 1996, and 2000.)

Was convinced one person there detested me,

At more than one F2F, I was pulled aside by more than 1 person (though not more than 1 at a time) and asked if I was avoiding them and why. And all I could say, in my flabbergasted state was, "It's an F2F! There's so many of us, and such a limited amount of time!" and then flap my hands feebly in an attempt to convey that no, I really wasn't trying to avoid them.

Grump. I put a document from work on my thumb drive to finish at home, and DUH. Forgot to save it as .doc instead of .docx.

Sufficient epithets do not exist to convey my deep and utter loathing of .docx files.

signed,
Mac user with Word 2004 for Mac who edits articles created in Word 2008 (or, at least, *tries* to edit articles created in Word 2008)

Had brunch with some bayistas then shopped some more and drove around the bay with java. Later, Perkins and javachik stuffed me with sushi and java dropped me at the airport.

When I called DH he told me that all weekend, whenever they would get into the car, Owen would say, "Now we're going to San Prancisco to see Mommy!" Ooof. I have have a fabulous time but am missing my kids.

At more than one F2F, I was pulled aside by more than 1 person (though not more than 1 at a time) and asked if I was avoiding them and why. And all I could say, in my flabbergasted state was, "It's an F2F! There's so many of us, and such a limited amount of time!" and then flap my hands feebly in an attempt to convey that no, I really wasn't trying to avoid them.

See, Cass could've come up with something like this, but no...

(though not more than 1 at a time)

Ha! Can you imagine... a whole posse!

"Now we're going to San Prancisco to see Mommy!"

Aw.

I do not know how the gymnasts concentrate on their event with music blaring for the floor exercise event.

I wondered that aloud today and a coworker who used to participate in baton events where lots of people are competing at the same time says you are concentrating so hard that you don't even hear the other music. Unless you're emu-lemon-face, I guess.

I guess, since I hear everything, and am easily annoyed by sounds, it would drive me crazy. But, my training is a bit different than theirs.

ION, have we noticed the beach volleyball PA? Playing soundbites straight out of America! I thought it was for team USA. But nope. Watching a match with non-USA folk, and still same sound bites. Hmmm. Curious.

No really, I'm drafting. I swear.

ION, have we noticed the beach volleyball PA? Playing soundbites straight out of America! I thought it was for team USA. But nope. Watching a match with non-USA folk, and still same sound bites. Hmmm. Curious.

And such weird choices of sound bites, too! I noticed "Uptown Girl" and "Livin' On A Prayer." During the synchronized diving, they were playing "Dancing Queen."

I remember watching my older sister playing volleyball during championship matches and wondering how they could concentrate with all the cheering and calling out of players' names, and then I played myself (never in crowds as loud, but...), and I realized that I just didn't really hear it. But, you know, not the same as loud music, crowds of thousands, and at the Olympics, so.

No really, I'm drafting. I swear.

Uh-huh. And I'm cleaning my kitchen and living room. See how it sparkles?!

Ya! Very strange. Glad I'm not the only one noticing these things.