I can't read lips unless they're touching mine
Hahaha! I love that title!
I wonder at this happiness of mine-is it safe to question? Should I let myself enjoy it? I think I will! Well, like I mentioned before, my family is here-dun dun dun-but I’ll save that for a little later. I’m so happy that I posted the previous blog-for some reason it sounded like a confession though-because it got a positive response! XD But I’m sticking to my feeling of not doing him justice because I really do think he’s wonderful, and I know that I could have written something at least a little more inspired. I think I’m capable. I had mentioned in my very first post about not going into any great detail at once about myself, so I’ll follow suit with the condition of our relationship. The details will just happen, my feelings and opinion of him will be expressed, and I really think it will be far from poetic. Why is it that when you want to write something brilliant-accurate to your point of view even-you can’t seem to find the words? This is where I am-yah, it’s a horrible place here, where I am, without the right words…Not really. It’s actually a stunning place to exist in! If someone ever tells you that they can’t put into words how they feel, be jealous. So are you jealous? It’s funny actually. The reality is a double edged sword. The bad is I can’t express myself; the good is I can’t express myself! Do you understand? Well, if you don’t, to bad! You’re probably jealous~
You should have been expecting what is about to come up next. So yah, my family came into town this weekend, and the ridiculous started as soon as I woke up Saturday. Here it is!
Mom: “Kimberly!!! You have to hurry it up in the shower! You can’t make us late!”
My thoughts: “Wha! So loud already!?”
Me: “What time is it?”
Mom: “It’s already 7:15!!”
Me: “What time do we need to leave at?”
Mom: “We need to leave by 8:30!!!”
My thoughts: “What the hell? That’s over an hour! I’m not that slow!”
Me: “Why were you yelling so early in the morning?”
Mom: “I wasn’t yelling!”
She was totally yelling! Like the volume control was broken or something! Oh well, I found it comical. By the way, the family came into CS in order to take my father to the Airport in Houston. He could have flown up from the Valley, but my mom didn’t want him to go through a change over-if that’s what it’s called-for specific reasons. Now, my Dad is in the advanced stages of Diabetes and needs to wear an insulin pump every minute of the day to maintain his blood sugar levels. He also wears an implant that stimulates specific internal organ function due to the paralysis experienced as a side effect of advanced diabetes. Now don’t be feeling sorry because there is actually a funny turn to this story. So, my mother has us all personally escort him to the airport-we leave by 8:20 thank you-so that he can make his flight at 2pm. Yah…. Houston is an hour and a half away… telling me we’re going to be late….shoot! Well anyway, my mom spends the entire time telling my father that he CAN NOT pass through the metal detector. If he passes through the metal detector his machine’s will go CRAZY-she meant stop working-and then what will he do?! Do NOT go through the metal detectors! You must TELL them the reason! You must show them the paper that tells them why! It all felt very much like a little kindergartener’s first field trip adventure don’t you get in trouble type of spiel! XD So, my dad gets in line to be checked by security, and we all are standing with him along the other side of the rope barrier. My mom, of course, continues with her instructions. When the time comes for my father to actually get checked-I mean he’s removing his shoes, jacket, disability identification tags, his carry on-his bag comes back to him. Apparently there were a lot of suspicious, dangerous items discovered, and what are they sir? He gives them his paper with the information of his condition and explains-this is what I observed not heard of course-that they are his medications and such. He’s given the go ahead and turns to pass THROUGH the metal detector! My mother yells from the side lines! NO! RICHARD STOP! Or did she call him dad? I have no idea, but they call each other mom and dad-gross if taken literally. He stops and turns along with the other who knows how many people waiting to be checked. HAHAHAHA! It really was a classic day in the life for me-well when I’m in my mother’s company things are never boring. Oh that’s so sad~ That sentence reeks of me thinking my mom’s crazy or at least an oddball. No, no. We need to get back to the show. My dad stops, the line stops, and he looks conflicted about what he should do next. No doubt he thought he should go through the metal detector, but I’m sure my mother’s words were ringing through his head. They were still ringing in mine-NO! RICHARD STOP! Well, he wisely turns around to face the security guard. Miraculously he remembers that indeed he is connected to sensitive machinery that is, well, necessary and vital to, well, his LIFE! Oh so silly~ Suffice to say that he didn’t have to go through the metal detector after all. Yes, he was manually checked. You know, the whole process of waiting in a line in order to pass through security at an airport is really reminiscent of the time I witnessed cattle being worked through a squeeze shoot. Later, my mother jokingly or proudly-which ever-referred to the three of us-my sister, her, and I-as being my dad’s rooting team or squad. Sure. I wasn’t embarrassed in the least. Nope, not even when the entire crowd stared at the three of us. I’m not being sarcastic either. I’m really too used to her. This is why I’m laughing about the whole thing. Her excuse is, “I’m an old woman. I can do whatever I want!” I’m not stopping her.
By the way, the visit is over, and I’m just telling whomever decides to read this about how my family’s a little short of normal. My dad too! I catch him sometimes just giggling softly at my mother’s antics. Don’t hide it! I laugh right at her. Don’t worry, she laughs at me, too. I really did get some WEIRD hand me down GENES from my mother. She also met my boyfriend! So exciting! I was really nervous though-well for him. If she didn’t like him it wouldn’t have mattered. My feelings wouldn’t have changed. =3 But she did tell me this today, “He’s just bubbling with happiness and sweetness.” She told me at H.E.B that she really liked him. He left a good feeling with her. She liked that he gave her a sincere hug for a greeting-this was surprising. My mom is very particular about hugs that she receives. She can tell if people don’t want to do them, offer them, or if they are some shallow formality. Well score one for MY cutie, he got it right! She also thinks that I’m really happier-as opposed to what?! She’s blaming it on the fact that I have a boyfriend. For some reason she thinks a girl’s not complete unless she has a man. This is the 50s talking in her. But I’m not going to disagree. He makes me VERY happy! XD I wouldn’t want it any other way. Nope-nope, because I really like the kid-I really like him.
(^3^) *chu*