Friedrich Engels says, An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory. I am so glad I cleaned 15.67 kitchen tiles worth of grout today, which is about 1/3 of my kitchen. Whew! Otherwise, I would have felt like a flat little worm when I read that quote on Facebook tonight.

On to lighter subjects, namely ice skating, what else? My favorite parts tonight:

The dad of the girl skating for Turkey. These people gave up EVERYTHING to see to their daughter's skating career. She's not the best in the competition, but there she is, in the Olympics for the second time. And this is the first time her parents are in the audience, thanks to a sponsor. But his sweet smiling joy is what captured my heart. He looked like the dearest teddy bear in the whole wide world, simply bursting with pride. How can I meet him?

The USA skater whose parents work like dogs in their restaurant, the mother even wearing clothes with holes, to provide for their daughter's skating dreams. And she is marvelous, dainty.

The Canadian skater whose mother just died two days ago, no warning. A perfect performance and then weeping as she lifted her eyes Heavenward.

Love the commercial where the little girl says to her teacher, Mr. _____, something is wrong with Scooter (the rabbit). Very clever commercial.

And the most hysterical thing yet, aside from the adorable Mary Carillo (sp) news lady, I just am crazy about her. But tonight did you see the clip from when the USA skater Rachel Flatt was only three years old? She was in her little pale pink tutu skating suit and had a short white blond bob with bangs. All chub. Before starting her performance (or this was part of the performance, no doubt) she flipped up the back of her skirt. I mean, the skirt was so short her little pale pink pants showed anyway, but that little flip sent me over the edge. Then she started her spiral and tapped with her skates on the ice to the music. Only the cutest thing ever. She looked like Shirley Temple On Skates. She's got . . . PERSONALITY.

Unfortunately, I have been on a Karb Kick for, oh, I don't know . . . ever. This is thanks to starting to take long walks. Jazzi seems heavier, too. And the point is??? I made real homemade hamburgers tonight, none of those frozen flat gray discs. Ate 1.5 of them. Tomorrow night is CDW'S mother's husband's cousin's Tetrazzini. The cousin is named Esther Easterday and her husband was only the White House physician for President Nixon. Well, Esther Easterday, reminded me of how once we bought a house from a lady named Esther. She told me that a friend tried to set her up with a date, but his last name was Easter. So, she refused because she wanted to eliminate all chances of ever becoming Esther Easter. I think that's too bad, why throw out the baby with the bath water? I would never have turned down a date based on name alone, I would be too curious. Unless, of course, that name was Roach. Roach is simply unforgivable. Well, leave it to CDW to give me this great story, two Esther Easter(day)'s, who could have made THAT up? Not KEM. I wish I had known this story and could have told my Esther way back then. But, she had already married someone not named Easter, so, that is the end of that.

ACTION KEM