One Meal

The Olympics are upon us and I must say, I'm a sucker for big sports events like this. A huge sucker. So far today, I have watched volleyball, cycling, swimming, gymnastics, and rowing. And read no less than 3 articles on Chen Wei-ling, the Taiwanese weightlifter who won bronze (boo yah). Did you know that Taiwanese athletes who win medals get a red envelope from the government? Lots of countries pay their winners, but being presented a red envelope kicks the awesomeness up a notch, 'cause it's like Christmas. And makes me want to be an Olympian when I grow up.

Last night, our family faced a grave dilemma as dinner was ready right when the opening ceremony was about to start. Thank God for the bevies of commercials NBC paraded in their twelve freaking hour delay, it allowed us time to get food then dash in front of the TV. It was our own little relay event between the dining and living rooms. Father's knowledge (or lack thereof) of world countries during the parade of nations took the bronze. (Playing that ridiculous geography clicking game really makes a difference. I was all, "Please, Father, you don't know where Sao Tome and Principe are? You're embarrassing yourself.") Mother's great but untimely cooking took the silver. I, of course, took the gold.