Oh gawd, the things I want.
I seriously love this show for Paul and Ksenia.
Stephen Colbert “steals” a Lincoln bust and makes a dumpster getaway in the halls of Congress, pushed by “just quitted” congressman Jack Kingston.
October 3, 2014
They also went fishing in the Capitol reflecting pool.
I… just… what?
not to mention drinking hot drinks. steamy glasses will be the death of me
Emptying a steamy dishwasher. Pouring out a hot pan of water. Rain. Sand. Random scratches that just appear in your vision.
DONT GET ME STARTED ON SHOWERS
Why are you showering with your glasses on?
Taking cardboard out the cooler and to the baler outside in the summer.
Forget showering with them on, it’s the fact they fog up when you put them on AFTER the shower and leave the bathroom. Ugh.
It’s my habit, my pleasure, to hold open the door for my mom and do a little bow. It makes her laugh, something she doesn’t get a lot of, and I relish. Therefore, on the rare occasion my mom wants to go out for dinner? I make a show of it. Not to be a brat, hardly ever, just no. I do it because being silly uplifts my mother’s heart and makes her worry less. I do it because I’m having fun and it’s my mother’s pleasure to see me having fun.
So last night while going to Whataburger, I rushed to the door, looked to see I wasn’t going to block anyone and lazily leaned against it while my mother approached. Then, before she could get close enough to try and brush me out of the way, I stepped aside dramatically and opened it for her with a whoosh of cold air to encompass her as she drew nearer still. I bent at the waist low with an arm not occupied with the door going out in a grand welcoming gesture.
She laughed so hard. I got bopped on the head, but she was giddy from being treated like a Queen. Because she is a Queen in my eyes. She’s sacrificed so horribly much to have four American children safely born in the United States of America where people forget she’s even a human being because of her race.
Next up? My sister. Despite the fact we get along well, she’s not very touchy feelie so I leaned on the door, all grins, “I’ll open the door for you for a huuuuuug.” She swatted me, “I can get my own door!” Haha, it’s always been that way for us, so I opened the door anyway and let her through while bemoaning what a meanie she was. That show of independence is what she needs, and I provided her the chance to demonstrate it again.
Finally? My dad walks around on crutches. It’s hard for him to get around, but tenacious as a badger, he won’t give up. Every step for him is one more battle won in the overall long war. Did I mention he’s a Vietnam veteran? That’s how he met my mother. Well, how he let her chase him off a pier into the water because she was yelling at him. He saved her father earlier in the day, the language barrier made it hard to understand everything, but all she wanted to know was where her father was. Which he answered only after she, in all her glorious, angrily swirling ao dai, had managed to get him to flee into the water.
He’s cunning. Sharp. The illusion of being dull is precisely that, a façade. So with the door at my back again, all smiles, he knows what I really want is a hug. “C’mere, you, lost child, c’mere, I’ll give you a thousand hugs.” And just like that, I get the hug I wanted and open the door for him. He always says thank you, despite the fact it’s really me who wants to open the door for him, not him wanting it opened for him.
That’s a compromise.
But? The story isn’t over. An elderly lady is walking up to the door. So me? In all my silliness? I linger at the door way to Whataburger, not at all rushed, until she comes closer and I smile, bright as I can, “Door opening services at your leisure, cost? One hug.”
She laughs. “Why thank you!” I would have had a hug if I hadn’t chickened out and chosen to just open the door for her. Sometimes, sometimes strangers scare me. But that’s just another battle for another day.
As long as we all keep smiling, as long as we can still laugh, maybe, just maybe the world will be a little bit better tomorrow.
I’d be like…
She gathers her coffee in one hand, juggling a purse on one shoulder and a newspaper in another. Just moved to the area, unfamiliar with the surroundings. Her eyes catch sight of him sitting there, reading alone, a peaceful atmosphere. Something to break up the tense morning… She slides into a chair, ducking her face a bit, “Mind if I sit here?” and doesn’t wait for him to answer before she sets her coffee down. From her purse she pulls out a book, tucking the employment page of a newspaper under the book and without another word, settles into the atmosphere he radiated.
Because one book lover to another doesn’t need an invitation. Or does it?
I laughed. So hard.
Because I totally understand.
More realistic for a solo gamer girl.
Comfy pants? Check.
Comfy shirt? Check.
Back support? Check.
Hair out of the way? Check.
Okay, go, go, go.
Yes, this would. It’s realistic. :D Otherwise you’re in each other’s way or one is bored.
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I miss sculpting. :(