These are absolutely stunning. Wow.
Sisters. Difference. Adventure. Music. Fear. Love. Magic. Animation. Bravery. Yes.
It’s windy out there tonight. I can hear the rattling of the blinds as the wind whips in, rustling them, causing a banging on the window frame. I may have to shut the window, but maybe I’ll put up with it, I love the cool desert night air. And I love the sound of the wind, whipping by outside. Whistling, then howling, then still. It is a symphony.
It’s after 11:00 in Vegas. It was warm today, 79 and blue sky. I wore shorts and a t-shirt, had on my slide shoes and had to squint when I was out driving around. I think the people who live here think it’s still sort of cold. They are used to the heat. My body doesn’t expect it until June. I live in the Midwest after all.
I’m missing my honey and don’t much like being so far away from her, but am glad I came. Friends like these are gifts.
It’s amazing how people can be so different, and yet have so much love for each other. I was a bit nervous about coming. Not sure how, after all these years, we would get on. Hoping it would be the same, wondering if all of life’s ups and downs might have changed us all somehow, made us different people. Those ups and downs have changed us, all of us, but who we are, and have always been, to and for each other remains. Distance and time haven’t altered that. Thank god.
I am blessed to have these people in my life. And with them, as I always have felt, I am home. We’ve been in each others lives for so long there’s a comfort and certainty that is reassuring and magical. There’s a peace that happens not brought by any one of us, but made by our presence together. Deep love and understanding resides there.
We may be different, see the world differently, but we understand each other and know, always, that there’s a love and a respect and a kindness there.
My wish for the world is that people would feel this sort of kinship in their lives. I’ve been lucky enough to feel this with several people throughout the course of my life. Spectacular people, each and every one.
This tapestry of lovely humanness is overwhelming, and as I sit here, the blind still banging on the sill, I feel an incredible sense of humble gratitude for how fortunate I am, for how full my life is of beautiful people, and for the sounds of the wind, right outside the window.
It’s travel time, once again.
I’m currently sitting in the Central Illinois Regional Airport which is located in Bloomington/Normal, Illinois. Here in Illinois we seem to like our twin cities. There are shirts for sale here that say, “Leaving Normal”. I like them.
I got here way too early. I’m not used to these small airports. When I checked my bag I had to ring a bell for service. There was no one behind the counter and the guys at the TSA screening station looked half asleep and hopeful I might actually be bringing them a bag, and consequently a little something to do. Both of them helped me when I walked over. Two guys, one small bag. Funny. I got to security and same thing. No one in line. Not a single person. There were three TSA people there to tell me I had pre-screened and so didn’t have to remove my shoes or my jacket. Sweet. I did, however, still have to take out my laptop and bottle of nose spray. No biggie. I didn’t mind. I never mind actually, it’s security after all. I’d rather be safe. But, back to the lack of patronage at this airport at this time of day. I got through security in less than two minutes. Slick. Next, a sandwich and a bottle of water. There was, again, no one in line at the counter so I had a nice little chat with the gent who told me there was a less expensive bottle of water around the corner, if that mattered to me. It did. I don’t care what kind of bottled water I get, as long as I get something to drink. The short line didn’t mean the bill was cheap though. Airports are still airports after all. Nearly 20 dollars later, with only a sandwich, small bag of chips, a bottled water, and a package of peanut m&m’s for later, I was robbed, but not going to be hungry. I looked around for somewhere to sit and, I saw three people at the four gates that were up near the snack bar/restaurant. It’s been an hour and there are still only three of us.
I guess people who fly out of this airport regularly know the secret. This whole idea of getting to the airport two hours e arly is bunk when you come here. I could’ve strolled in with 30 minutes to go and been OK. That would be cutting it close for my timely sensibility, but an hour instead of two, now we’re talking. Next time I won’t make the same mistake.
This airport is great though. Good amenities. Free WiFi, plenty of comfortable seating, areas to charge your electronics, and a nice guy at the snack bar who will give you a money saving tip. Plus, there are sculptures of horses and nice art, and loads of windows for light.
I fly from here to Dallas. It’s everything this airport is, and isn’t. It’s huge, so big it has it’s own train, and it’s usually crowded. I don’t have to brave security there, as I’m just flying through, but I’ve spent some time there. Big. Big with all the things big brings with it. Lines, hurried people with tired attitudes, rush. From there I’ll fly to Vegas. Same thing. Lots of people, rushing,
Oh, wow, there are now two more people sitting in my area. Oh, make that four. The crowd, as it is, is forming. Hold your hats people. It’s starting to feel like an actual airport in here.
Whose that guy? He’s the guy Mary really likes. No, he isn’t. That’s someone else. Oh.
Did you fill out your ballot? Yes.
He just needs a tad bit of dental work done.
When did he get this old? He went from looking young to having age spots, like me. When did that happen? I don’t know.
She looks frumpy. Must be his daughter. Isn’t she a filmmaker too? No, that’s Coppola. Oh yeah.
He should win best hat. Even the smiley face has the hat on. See that? It’s making me happy. His shoes make me happy.
I don’t think their hairstyles were that great, but they did make them look good. Yeah. A lot of them were sickly.
I got it! Me too! Good guess.
We should keep this list and try to see some of these.
I think Tam researched. I didn’t. I guessed.
Why are they standing? That wasn’t that good. They are looking around at each other and saying I guess we should stand too.
Kevin Spacey… he’s so cool.
Angela Landsbury. She looks the same. She looks great.
Awesome selfie. @TheEllenShow
Ellen is the only one who could pass out pizzas and everyone will say, wow, she did a fantastic job hosting.
P!nk rocks. That was my favorite part of the show so far.
Ha ha ha!! I love Ellen.
Jennifer Garner. That’s a great dress.
John Travolta. He’s an old guy.
She was a little rough when she started. She’s a little nasally. She sounds like she lost her way with the orchestra.
Hey, no makin’ out under the blankets. Ha ha ha!
That was my least favorite performance.
Think they are going to do writing next? I don’t know what gave it away.
That was a strange acceptance speech. Yeah, “they are all up here.”
Which movie is that? Gravity. Wow, what a shocker.
We only have three left. The big three.
Cate Blanchett. Awesome. She was so good.
The heads honey. The heads.
Matthew McConaughey is just plain cool.
12 Years a Slave. I want to see that movie, but I just know that it will be so intense.
And, that’s a wrap. I got 10. I got 14. Anyone? I’m not counting. I’m not even close to that. I lost track. I’m hot. It’s hot in here.
I’m married. At least K and I feel we’re married. We’ve already had two marriage “ceremonies”. One on a beach in Maui, just the two of us, words spoken, rings exchanged, sand ceremony, poetry read, and lots of love. We consider that one our real marriage ceremony. It might not, technically, have been legal, but it was sincere, honest, and full of love. It had everything, everything we needed and wanted anyway. It was beautiful, and perfect. The second, not actually a ceremony, was when I walked into the courthouse, paid the filing fee, and left with a domestic partnership certificate for the two of us. We had to certify that we’d lived together for a certain length of time, by then we’d been together for a few years.
Now, nearly 11 years later, we’re living in Illinois, not Oregon, and in June, when the Illinois marriage law takes effect, we can, once again, get married. We find this funny by the way. Not funny that we’ve had to wait for marriage or hope for marriage or long for equality, but funny that this will be our third time. We joke that maybe this time it will stick. One can only hope.
All of this has me thinking. What makes a marriage?
In June we will take our domestic partnership certificate in to the courthouse here in Illinois and exchange it for a marriage license. They will back date our marriage license to the date we got our domestic partnership, which is great. It means we will be considered legally married from that date, which was like, oh, six or seven years ago. I can’t remember. It wasn’t THE marriage so we honestly don’t even know the date we did it. I’m sure it says on the certificate. And, suddenly, miraculously, we will be, after all these years, legally married.
The thing is, we are already married. When we made those vows to each other on that beach in Maui, we meant them. We didn’t need someone else to sanction it, or tell us it was OK. We just needed to hear from each other that we loved and were loved in return.
So what’s the big deal about legal. Well, it is a big deal. Not so much to us, or to our friends and family who I think all consider us already married as well. It’s a big deal because we will be protected under the law. The taxes we pay will, finally, be used to our benefit, and we won’t be paying for other people to enjoy freedoms and benefits that to this point we weren’t allowed. We will be the same.
The same. That’s the thing, really. We are the same as everyone else. I know I’ve said this before. We laugh, we love, we have friends and go to family functions with both sides of our families. We work and do the dishes and go out to dinner and clean our bathrooms and mow our lawn. We vacation, collecting heart rocks on every trip, take our dogs to the groomer, and go to the movies. We babysit our grandchildren and buy organic food and go on bike rides. We live. We live and yet we’ve always felt just a little bit separate. We’ve been made to feel separate. We’ve been told we are less than. We aren’t. But this is why gay groups have sprung up and gay people have banded together and held each others hands and been out and proud to be out. We’ve had to. We’ve had to in order to feel what community feels like, since the larger community has shunned and pushed us away for so long.
And now… now we will be the same. Still ridiculed and feared in same places, by some people, but the same legally. We will, finally, be included, be part of the larger crowd. We will be, honestly, the same. Which is all we’ve ever wanted. To continue to live normal lives and instead of being gay Tam, I’ll be Tam. I’ll be Tam and K will be K and we will be married. Married just like my Mom was married and my grandparents were married and K’s parents are married.
We will be married. A piece of paper does not make a marriage, but it sure makes a marriage a legal, tangible, and a real thing in the eyes of the law. It makes it real in the eyes of the community at large, even those who would still try to deny us. What has, and will always be, real and true to us, will be real and true to our larger community.
For this reason man was created alone, to teach you that whoever destroys a single soul, he is guilty as though he had destroyed a complete world; and whoever preserves a single soul, it is as though he had preserved a whole world.
— Talmud, Sanhedrin 37a
It’s quiet in here.
My honey is away for a few days on a business trip. I was just sitting here working on my various blogs, yes I have more than one, and realized the only sound I’m hearing right now is the rattling of the pipe as the washing machine fills up with water. Even the dogs are quiet, they’re sleeping.
I’m a person who enjoys quiet time, needs it in fact. As K and I joke, I could sit quietly by myself in a room for hours with no outside stimuli, just looking at the walls, and think. I’d be happy doing that. I’ve done it. It probably sounds strange. It rejuvenates me.
Conversely my honey can’t take too much quiet time. She can’t take sitting and not doing something for very long. She’s a doer, a bundle of energy needing to have something to pour itself into often enough so that she doesn’t spontaneously combust. It’s her way, and I love her for it.
We are very different in this regard.
I just realized I’ve been sitting here for a little bit of time. Not as long as I originally thought, when this first occurred to me, as I realized I did get up to do the dishes, then to feed the dogs, then later to clean the bathrooms, then later still to do some laundry, but a long time none the less. It’s not like I’m sitting here doing nothing, though really I guess I’m sitting here doing nothing. Unless working on the blogs, checking Twitter and Facebook, and reading the news online counts as something. I think it’s more fluff than substance. No matter really, I’ve been sitting here, aforementioned activities excluded, all morning. No radio on and there’s no TV on this floor. Silent.
There’s a lot of light in this room, especially now that the snow has finally melted off the solar tubes. The sky is bright blue and the temps are, amazingly enough, above freezing today. This makes two days in a row. I’m shocked. It’s lovely out.
The dogs are laying on either side of me, both zonked out. They are relaxed, and so cute. I love them.
Our normal daily lives are a bit noisy. Laundry going, dishwasher going, my honey on one work call after another, phone ringing, us talking to each other, radio on. Usually the dogs are barking at squirrels or people walking by, but strangely, not today. Maybe they know what’s going on.
I’m listening to the sounds of the world. The faint chime on our front porch as the wind moves it just enough to clang, not more than once or twice all morning. The unseen, but heard, sounds of the occasional car rushing by the house. I can see the branches on trees moving, but can’t hear the wind. Then there’s the far off sound of a fan, somewhere in the house. The little girly just barked, muffled, in her sleep, followed by a heavy breath. My fingers are making sounds on the keyboard as I type. A helicopter just flew over. I think I just heard the faint sounds of a woodpecker. That’s all. The rest, silence.
When K is away for work I always think to myself, maybe I’ll go see a movie, go out to dinner, meet up with some friends. I never do. I probably would if it was going to be longer than just a couple of days, but it isn’t. And as much as I love my honey, and don’t like when she’s away, I do love my alone time. So much so I don’t answer the phone, unless it’s her. I can think of all this take out I’d love to go get, or have delivered, but I don’t want to see anyone, talk to anyone, so I make due with what we have here at the house. I’m enjoying this too much to have it interrupted. I could go two days and not talk to anyone other than the pups, myself, and as I said, my honey when she calls. That’s it.
I’m recharging. It soothes my soul.
I know people who like it when their spouse has to travel because they get to do things they wouldn’t normally do. Maybe go out with friends, get a bit wild. Nothing terrible, just cutting loose a little. Not me. When my cat’s away, this is how I play. I sit, looking out the window, listening to the lovely sounds of silence.
Here it is, just what you’ve been waiting for, the second installment of Olympics Commentary, done our way. Enjoy!
Speed Skating – Men’s 1000
Shmeegle wins! No he didn’t, he came in third. No, he was first. No he wasn’t. Yes. Oh, time correction, he’s second. He had been first. That’s what I said. Oh, I thought he was third and the brothers were one and two. No. I was confused. Yes, you were.
Short Track Speed Skating
I love that Apolo is doing commentary. He knows so much about the sport. Yeah, and he’s good at it. He is.
It’s short track, one of your favorite events. This is crazy. It’s bedlam out there. Anything can happen. Skill and luck have to combine perfectly all at this one moment in order for them to win a medal.
Ooooo, was he touched? No. He didn’t medal. Sad. Viktor Ahn, formerly a Korea member, is now skating for Russia. He is? Yes. He got the bronze.
Want to watch curling? Women’s? No. Ha ha ha! OK.
Women’s Super Combined
Did you see her face? She’s so relaxed. Uh huh. I would look like this (grimacing and clenching teeth). Ha ha!
I can’t even snow plow. Ha ha ha!
I can’t believe how relaxed she looks. They are going like 80 miles per hour.
What are you looking at on your iPad? Just reading. Yes, what are you reading? Just some article on the market. OK. By the time you have to fly to Atlanta next week you will be so grateful to watch something else on TV besides the Olympics wont’ you? Huh?
Now they are on the second part of the event. Looks bumpy.
Now look at her face, she’s concentrating so hard. Bug eyed. Yes. Focused.
Is she going to do it? YES. Awesome. Her fourth Olympics. Cool.
That’s so sweet. That just made me cry. So touching. His relationship with his brother is awesome.
Oh, it’s this again. It’s the men’s final.
Oh look, American Idol is on. Let’s watch it. OK. We are recording, we can come back to the Olympics.
… after American Idol.
Two Man Luge
They go down together, on one sled.
Ooooo… that looked bad. She’s out.
I love that shot. Up high like that? Yeah, it’s what they see. Look at that. So cool.
Listen to Weston snoring. He’s dreaming.
Is this almost over? It’s 11:00. Yes. This is the last event. Good, it’s bedtime.
Ouch. That hurts. That was a bad fall.
That was a big yawn. I’m sleepy.
Men’s Speed Skating – 1500
Look at their thighs. Wow.
I want to see the Luther twins. You mean Muhler? Yeah, I want to see the Muhler twins. Luther Muhler Muhler Luther. Oh, it’s Mulder.
He looks pained. Oh man.
Where’s that photo of us speed skating in Lake Placid? ha ha ha! Oh yeah. Let me go look. Here’s the one of you. Ha ha ha! I’m posting it.
Here’s the guy. Shani Davis. He looks like he’s slowing. Oh no, he’s not even going to medal.
Ooooooo. That’s gotta hurt. Is she USA? No. These women are unbelievable. That was terrible.
If you crashed on this course how could you even ski it again. I’d be terrified. I don’t know. They are flying.
Look how steep that is. Wow. Ew.
I love the people in the start gate who are yelling at them. Uh huh.
Speed Skating – Women’s 1000
I love this chocolate pudding with the toasted coconut. Tastes like an almond joy.
Look at the bird. Isn’t that cool? Yes, that is cool.
Head first. Man, that’s fast.
The butter on the toast? My honey loves that analogy. Butter on the toast. I do.
One curve at a time.
Men’s Ski Slopestyle
I wonder if he will tap the doll? Nope.
He has poles. That first guy didn’t. He has time to adjust his jacket. Ha ha! Yes he does. Wow, that was huge.
… hums the Olympic theme
He cracked the egg. Where is he from? France. With his dreads and huge clothes. He will have scrambled egg. Wait, he’s from Sweden.
Oh, he landed backwards. OH, c’mon dude, make it. He did. He landed backwards again. He’s an American dude. That was very good. He’s number one. By a lot.
Nice stretch. Sometimes a woman just has to stretch.
He touched the doll. He did? Yes. I didn’t see it. Rewind. Yep. He touched the matryoshka doll. What is a matryoshka doll anyway? I’m looking it up. Oh, it’s one of those nesting dolls. That must be their actual name. Who knew. Hmmm.
There’s big pants. I wonder why he wears those big clothes. More comfy I guess. How could they be more comfy, look at how they sag down like that.
Don’t be so excited honey.
Nose butter? Did he just say nose butter? Yes. What is that? I have no idea. His pants are falling off. He has straps.
He’s the dog lover. He has taken all these twitter pics of himself with stray dogs in Sochi. He’s paying to get some vaccinated. I love the dog lover.
Muting TV and yelling to K upstairs… Huh? I didn’t say anything. Oh, OK.
There’s the little dude. He says, give me a joint and I’ll go down. Ha ha ha! Oh, dude, that was amazing. He could be a pants model.
He’s not in the top 8. Why? Because he’s short. They take off points for being short. No they don’t.
Ooooooo! That was awesome. Watch him land. That was so perfect. Look at that happiness.
Different rails have different points. I don’t know if tap the doll is more points or if it’s an easy one. That was a pretty big backseat right there. Honey, you know the lingo. He looks like a girl. Don’t be sexist. I’m not, look at him, he looks girlish. OK, you’re right. He does look like a girl. See.
The U.S. Sweeps.
Men’s Figure Skating Short Program
Oh no, he had to withdraw. He’s in pain.
Ooooo. Wow. He crashed into the wall. He’s going to get up and finish. Wow. That was a terrible fall. That was. Ouch. That didn’t feel good at all.
Nice pony tail.
He waves goodbye, smiling. And then goes to have surgery. Ha ha ha!
They have a lot of different things they wear. Yeah, it’s the swag. They get all of it when they make the team. It’s a lot, this coat, those pants when they ski, that sweater from the opening ceremonies, and pajamas. ha ha ha!! They probably have pajamas with a drop seat. It is Russia. It’s cold. ha ha ha!!
I looked up the definition for love at Dictionary.com and there were 27 kinds of love listed. At Merriam-Webster there were 13. And, over at the Urban Dictionary, there were 142 submissions for the word love. Poets have tried to harness the feeling in stanzas, film makers have tried to capture it on-screen, and musicians have tried to condense this complicated emotion into under three minutes for decades. Even scientists have studied the physical reactions our bodies make when we are in love. It is mysterious, strange, frustrating, beautiful, and all together nearly impossible to describe. And yet, we keep trying.
There’s nothing like love. It can lift and crush us all at the same time. The feeling leads to wonder and obsession, giddy excitement and incredible loss. It’s at once unknowable and all-consuming. It is an enigma. A puzzle we are all constantly trying to solve, in one way or another.
My first feelings of love were for my mom, my brother, my family at large. I remember feeling warm, wrapped in the whole of these beautiful people. Knowing I was a part of them, and they me. I was constantly being held up by their concern and encouragement and leveled by their disappointment or criticism. I was dependent and depended upon. All of those things still hold true, none of them capture the depth of the feeling.
I have a deep and abiding love for so many amazing friends. I’ve had that all my life. I’ve been lucky to pick, and have been picked by, a generous, fantastic, lovely, lot of people. A group of people, throughout my life, who have given me so much in the way of support and kindness and laughter and companionship. We’ve shared stories and triumphs and heart breaks. We’ve hugged each other and cried together and laughed so hard no sounds came out. As I sit here thinking about all of them, I am overwhelmed to the point of tears. Face after beautiful face popping into my head, a wonderful tapestry of smiling eyes. And still I can’t describe the depth of this feeling in me.
I’ve had a few romantic loves. Crushes and relationships that were never meant to be, but felt like they were at the time. Secret loves and awkward feelings of love I hid from some and exposed to others. I stumbled and bumbled my way through most of my early life, meaning before I was well into my thirties, not really knowing what I was actually feeling, or wanting to feel, but feeling it so deeply and overwhelmingly that ultimately only confusion resulted. I had passion and commitment in spades, but didn’t really know what to do with it. But I loved, and yes, I was loved in return.
And then… then I fell madly and deeply in love. I’ve attempted to describe this feeling, this feeling of fitting together. The best way I’ve found is to say that there was nearly an audible clicking into place when I met K. It’s as if all the cogs settled just so, accompanied by a perfect little whoosh of sound. I believe, to this day, that I actually heard it. Love. True, impossibly real, and mine. And still, I can’t really describe it, not even to her. I’ve tried. I’ve said the words, written poems, sung songs, and looked at her with so much feeling coursing through me I’m sure she feels it. When she looks back I feel it from her. It is obsessive and sweet and ruthless and honest and miraculous. And still I feel as though I can’t quite get my words around it.
It’s such a small word. The ultimate four letter word. I feel it so deeply, for so many, including those furry little faces walking around our house. And yet, even with all of this, the words seem hollow and the attempt middling. I guess when all the scholars and scientists and poets and musicians have trouble condensing it into any kind of real explanation I shouldn’t expect that I could, in any way, do it in one small blog post.
I guess I will just say this, no further explanation needed… I love, and I am loved in return. It just is. And, in the end, that’s all we really need to know.
I was perusing Facebook earlier today and noticed one of my many cousins posted a meme relating to iTunes on shuffle. It went something like, open iTunes, put your songs on shuffle, and post the first 10 that play. I enjoyed looking at her playlist so I thought, hey, I’m going to do that as well and see what pops up on mine.
Before I post my list you should probably know that I’m a bit of a music nut. A collector and a connoisseur of fine sounds. I’ve loved music since before I could walk and have had many musical influences in my life. Those influences have insured that my tastes are broad, far-reaching, and eclectic. There are nearly 20,000 songs in my iTunes Match and a whole passel of vinyl in storage. I can’t regularly tap into the vinyl, sadly, but I can access all those lovely sounds in iTunes. It’s an amazing thing, to have most of your music collection available with the tap of a key or the click of a mouse. Heaven, for music lovers.
OK, so without further ado… my list. I should say there are a few more than 10 here because once I got going I kept wanting to know what would come up next. I stopped when we had to go out and run a few errands. While in the car we listened to music, loud. We usually do. Here’s the list, in order.
Marvin Gaye – Ain’t Nothin’ Like the Real Thing
K.D. Lang – Nowhere to Stand
Marc Broussard – S.O.S.
Gordon Lightfoot – Canadian Railroad Trilogy
The Rolling Stones – Let’s Spend the Night Together
Def Leppard – Love Bites
Zac Brown Band – No Hurry
Jonatha Brooke & The Story – When Two And Two Are Five
Ben Harper – When It’s Good
Great Northern – Houses
Billie Holiday – Lover Man (Oh Where Can You Be)
Collective Soul – After All
Dixie Chicks – Cold Day in July
Melissa Etheridge – My Lover
Josh Groban – Vincent
Bon Jovi – Bad Medicine
Philippe Entremont: Vienna Chamber Orchestra – Mozart: Symphony #29
Controversy aside, K and I are watching the Olympics. I can’t help myself. Neither can she. We watch, we get inspired, we feel the universal connection. And, we do our own commentary. Truthfully, we don’t just do commentary for the Olympics. It’s a nightly, daily, hourly occurrence in our house. But when the Olympics are on we seem, without even trying, to amp it up a tad more. I feel Bob Costas has nothing on us. In fact, I think we have second career possibility here. Really, we do.
So without further ado… Olympics Commentary, done our way.
Uh oh, that ring didn’t open up. Faux pas.
Wow. Look at the size of those sets. What is that?
You know, I don’t know much about Russia. Other than all the propaganda and cold war stuff we were fed. They are so far removed from us I don’t really have a clue about their lives. Yeah, me either. That’s one thing I love about the Olympics, you do get a peripheral sense of a country from it. A bit more of an insight. That part will be interesting. Yeah, I agree. Russia has produced some kick ass artists, composers, and writers though. Very creative. Must be the cold long winters.
Is that woman next to Putin his wife or daughter? I have no idea. Is he married? I don’t know.
I don’t really like all of this stuff, the show. You like the show, but not me. I know you don’t. I do though. I like the whole of it, start to finish. Opening ceremonies all the way through to the closing. It’s all a part of it. The athletes stories, the bits about the culture. I like it. I know. I don’t. I like the sports. Yes honey, I know.
I always cry during the Olympics. I pretty much cry through the whole thing. It’s very emotional to me.
He tapped the doll. What doll? The big doll. I didn’t see a doll. Rewind. Oh, there it is. I love that doll.
Team Figure Skating, women’s short program
I just need to pull this suit out of my ass. (speaking as if she was the skater)
There’s a guy from here who got 19th today. A guy from here? Yeah, a guy from here. What sport? Snowboarding? I guess it could have been figure skating. He was from here? Yeah, I heard it in the radio. From here? Yes. From here. I’m looking it up.
It’s hard on your knees to do moguls. When they are 60 they’re going to feel it.
I love Liberty Mutual’s commercial campaigns. They did that responsibility project thing and now the campaign is called rise. So good.
That guy from here was in the speed skating. Huh? That guy, from here. The one who got 19th. I looked it up. It was the 5000. Oh, cool.
I love luge.
I would do luge if I could sit up.
They don’t do anything in luge. They just lay there. They have to steer and stay aerodynamic. Yes, but they don’t really have to exert themselves.
Pampers. Inspired by babies. Did it really say that? Yes. Yes it did.
Men’s Ski Jumping, Normal Hill
If they were naked. You mean if they jumped naked? If they were naked it would be just skin. Skin tight. That’s as aerodynamic as you can get. It might be breezy. Could be a little bit cold. What if they just dipped you in colored wax. Like for their countries? To match their countries? Yeah. If they just dipped them in colored wax they would be aerodynamic. I know, yes, wait, they should have those birdman suits. Those wings. Then they could really fly. That would be totally cool. They would have to have longer landing zones if they wore those birdman suits. Yeah, but it would be cool. Yes it would.
Jazz hands. And now, Mickey Mouse hands.
We will have to watch that show. What happened to that show with that little dude? Touch? Yes, did they cancel that? We watched it for two seasons. Then, it just stopped. That was very profound.
Remarkable collection of humanity, I like that. I like that too.
Figure Skating Team Competition, Women’s free program
She’s the one with the butt. I don’t know what it is about her outfit. I don’t like it. Oooo, ouch, that’s going to leave a mark.
Yes, OK, she was born in Siberia. She moved to Sochi when she was two. Thank you. Sometimes I have a memory. I was paying attention. I have a secret crush on her. I know her life story. Creepy.
She’s very flexible. She can only do that because she’s 15. Yeah.
Oh, bobble. She’s not perfect. There she goes. That’s so weird-looking.
There’s Putin. He looked happy. Yeah. He says to himself, I’m going to date her someday. Ha ha ha!! Well, he was dating that other one. She looked young. Or, it was RUMORED he was dating that other one.
She didn’t tap the doll either. They are nowhere near high enough to tap the doll. Ooooo, that had to hurt.
That was a backside 180. Isn’t it OK she hit her backside? Ha ha! She should get extra points for that.
Nobody is going to think this is funny except me and you. That’s OK, we think it’s funny. True. Weston and Riley would think it’s funny. Weston and Riley are unimpressed with the whole thing. They are sleeping.
How come all these snowboarding girls are cute. I don’t know. Is that a requirement? They’re all blonde.
She was having such a good run. Uhg! Right at the end.
Wow. These guys are insane. Oooo, look at that.
There’s a guy in that tree.
He didn’t win. I don’t even want to watch it anymore. So sad. Move on.