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Change the World with Your Words

We can change the world with the words we say.

One day I was eating in a restaurant and every time our server came to our table, she had something really kind to say.

I was amazed by her gracious attitude, and I found that it was quite contagious. So, I challenged myself to make a conscious effort to use my words as a gift to each person that I came in contact with the rest of that day.

In a world that promotes tearing others down to build ourselves up, we can make a difference by using our words to bless and encourage. Let’s look at those whom we come in contact with today as people who need a kind word or two.

I’ve found that giving kind words is one of the greatest ways to make the love of Jesus known to those who so desperately need it.

By Lysa Terkeurst

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A sounding of skype popping up on the screen with my husband’s little goofy face icon appear sent Ophelia into a happy mood, too my relief. She was practically a jumping bean when I got her out of her highchair and to the computer, where the ringing continued. Chris knew it took a minute to wrangle a toddler in and answer a call so he normally waited for me to answer for three minutes before ending it, assuming I’m out with her. But luckily Ophelia was not in her grumpy- crying tears faze right now, and she was in her best mood because she saw her favorite man in the world pop up on the screen.

At first he looked tired, almost anxious. Bouncing his foot and rubbing his stubble free chin roughly.

All that changed when he saw his two ladies pop up on his laptop, hearing a loud “DA! MA ta DA!” She pointed at the MAC as my wife laughed at her, nodded and telling her yes. Daddy was there.

“Hi lady buggles, how’s my buzzing bee today?” Ophelia just kept saying Da, and touching the computer screen, to my wife’s dismay. She looked so tired, yet happy that her little girl was bubbly. I was assuming today was like being dragged through teething, toddler transitioning hell. Taking her hands from the screen, (Y/N) kissing them, holding Phephe from the screen a little more, so she was out of reach. “Tell Daddy what we did today, Ophelia.” Ophelia, as much as I loved her was just about to turn one. So conversations consisted of getting her attention and trying to talk to her, and get at least a real word out. Maybe even half of a real word out.

Smiling and nodding at our little miracle babbling about her adventure of “Febo To Fe” I looked at Chris too see his face for real. He looked miserable, underneath that fake demeanor. I saw the bag under his eyes, which were red from stress or tears. His hands wouldn’t stop moving, another sign he was a mess. I let Ms. Story Teller talk a little more before she started getting tired, and I knew it was time for her bottle, and bedtime. Which left me thanking the lord above for the gift of early bedtimes for children. She was cuddling into my chest, telling me she was hot and wanted a bath and I looked to my husband who was faking a smile, saying it was fine.

“D-duty calls!”


Fuck, his voice cracked. He saw (Y/N)’s ears pick up on it. Literally saw them move with his voice, since she had beautiful little elf ears. They were tiny but pointed at the end, something she was insecure about, making her never cut her hair except for dead end trims.

She looked at me in a apologetic look, which I waved but secretly was aching inside about. “I’m going to check her fever, and see how it’s doing. If it’s going down like it was before I’ll text you to call again, okay Baby?” I nodded, telling Ophelia I loved her, and reminded her about our moon agreement.

“You remember our agreement?” Chris asked, Ophelia nodded and pointed up, saying “Sam moo” He nodded and told her that he was looking at the moon too, the same one as hers. Together they would be able to watch the moon no matter where he was.

“Same moo, Da.” She mumbled, blowing a kiss (pretty much sticking out her tongue and blowing out spit onto the screen, making (Y/N) grimace. Signing off after twenty I Love You’s back and forth I leaned forward and held my head between my thighs, repeating my own saying. “Same Moon, were all under the same moon, just not the same roof.” Even this made it worse though, and the hot tears were leaking out again. Before we signed off I had told (Y/N) that we could just talk tomorrow, it was getting late and from the look on both of their faces, (and the mess of a living room the background) I easily assumed today was not a fun day. I felt bad when a look of disappointment crossed her face when I said we’d talk tomorrow but she nodded, and smiled lovingly at me. Making my heart plummet to the ground, bringing the ache of just one kiss from her lips, and one hug from her silky arms wrapping around my torso, and my head on her’s, smelling the sweet scent of Argan Oil, Cocoa Butter, and Coconuts in her hair from that shampoo she always used, knowing how much I loved the scent. Her lips were always welcoming and it allowed me to smell the scent of roses, peony, magnolia and sweet sweet honey. All from her perfume that she wore by, and I refused her to ever run out of it. Actually getting her the $130 2.5 oz bottle for her birthday… amongst other things…

I couldn’t get the  homesickness out of my body, the skype calls and face times never did it for me anymore. God bless the angel I married who even tried sending over some home items like one of her blankets she said she could only use, (I usually stole them when she was out of town for work) because it smelled of her. The blanket was around my shoulders, and the picture of her and Ophelia smiling like children with their heads up and teeth showing. Ophelia had those pig tails in with her inherited from her mother, the blonde hair came from me. Those big blue eyes, wide like a doe’s were her mother but the color was mine. Her personality? Me. Again, what an angel of my wife- she dealt with two moody Gemini’s, which actually equals four personalities. one who was going through the teething phase that she said was like pulling her hair out one strand at a time. Luckily she was ending it, and her teeth were finally starting to show. But this picture of them with a two teethed Ophelia, and my beautiful wife out in the sun, playing on the castle we got built for her when she old enough to climb it all around by herself. They were on the Princess castle area, and phephe had on a little pointy Princess hat, like in Cinderella, which honestly was too cute to even look at sometimes. These two presents and a bunch of different homemade dishes she had frozen and sent down to me where a good distraction but still, I missed them.

Who wants to come home to an empty bedroom and a house full of family memories with no family to remember them with?

I knew instantly that night I had to do something, and came up with the perfect idea when I scrolled through my twitter feed and saw my friend, Frankie and his boyfriend in Hawaii. Frankie surprised Orelio, his boyfriend, a trip to Maui for a week for their 11 year anniversary (and one year married anniversary!) As soon as I saw my friends beautiful, loving smiles on that beach I started booking tickets immediately for Berlin, “I’m coming baby…” I mumbled to myself. I had the tickets done. Now packing for a little munchkin for an airplane and two week stay was the thing I needed to do..

“Ophelia? Ophelia? Ophelia!” I ran through the house trying to find the little munchkin who decided running away (or running, falling on her butt, then scooting away) from Mommy was funny. “Phephe? It’s Daddy day!” I said, optimistically. In the hopes she’d come wobbling from a corner or a closet. “Da de?” I heard from behind me, making just thirty feet in the air, I grabbed my heart that was pumping harder than it had in months.. (with Chris gone, and a toddler to take care of gym time or.. Personal Time was 2% for me most days)

“What’d you say?” I said, smiling when I realized she was not purposefully saying it, but she was saying, Daddy. “What day is it?” I asked, putting my hands up. “Daddy! Daddy!” I she screamed her two front teeth were in and some around the back and from were too. She showed them off to everyone and so smiling was her favorite thing to do now. “Yes! Now, we are getting on a…” I picked her up and brought her down the stairs where three bags stood up, ready for me to take them to the valet that was out the door waiting patiently. One bag only for my clothing, cosmetics, and toiletries; the rest for Ophelia’s clothes, and medical supplies if she needed it. I had a my diaper backpack for carry on and gathered the jelly bean who just excited she got to see Da on this De.

Fuck, who’d a thought Berlin would be hot? I was quickly changing into my shorts and t shirt and baseball cap disguising me nicely as a general citizen. Chris told me his schedule today when I texted him last night, wondering since we “couldn’t” skype the night before.

Nope, because I was buying tickets baby, oh yeah. I was a super sleuth. The set was easy to find, but security? Hard. I had to call Chris’s assistant and one of our personal friends, Drew, over so they could identify me and Phe as Mrs. Evans, and Ophelia Evans, whom I shall add was asleep on the flight over here, giving me pure bliss to actually enjoy my flight. I knew flying at night would help her just sleep the whole time as long as she slept on me with her Cappy and blanket that had multi-colored polkadots on them.

We got a forty five minute rest in at the hotel, and then I fed Ophelia a banana, some delicious looking oatmeal, with orange juice in her small cup- which would be switched to water straight after since it was around 80 degrees out, and we were 40-70 degree Bostonians! 50 was warm to us!

I whispered to Ophelia to be as quiet as she could, since Daddy was working and so was everyone else around her.

Taking this as a spy mission she nodded and tiptoed a bit, with cappy still in her arms since she held onto it in new areas she wasn’t quite sure about. “Phe common, he’s over here.” I whispered, picking her up. Silently walking up to Anthony and Joe who easily got me hidden with them behind the scenes of what they were shooting at the moment, which looked like a scene where they did their big blowout fight. I, for one, was in love watching this. But I hadn’t noticed that Ophelia did not like seeing her Daddy being ‘hurt’ and falling down. She knew who he was and her eyes lit up as soon as she had seen him before, but now she was terrified, and upset that her Daddy was hurt.

I heard whimpering and Joe, who was off to the side and hiding me better from everyone, yelled for a cut. “What! Joe, that was fuckin’ amazing!” “Chris-” Joe ran over to him trying to shush him from cursing, not knowing a baby was within hearing distance.

“Well then what happened?” Chris said, breathlessly from combat sequences, one after another. Taking off his helmet got Ophelia excited seeing her Daddy unhurt and happy, she squirmed but I told her that Joe was going to get him for us.

“We’ve got some fans who want to see you! Come on, I’ll bring them out!” Joe ran back to us and I let Ophelia down, whispering her to run to Daddy, “Now!” She bolted like lightning and fell quickly, good thing it was all mat, but the sound got everyone’s attention at the little one in suspenders now making a crawl towards Chris, but trying to run again as soon his face lit like christmas tree. He was bent to grab her as she ran to him, screaming to her, “Da!”

The minute Chris saw her face, I couldn’t reject him of at least a few minutes with his little lady bug. By the look on his face I knew that seeing his baby and talking about “Bo da thee tha foop” with Ophelia was something he couldn’t stop but smile brightly at. Everyone was around, saying hello to the loud toddler, knowing instantly it was the troublemaker, but as if a wave of wonder hit them they looked around for the person responsible for Lil’ Evans being here. Coming out of the dark corner, I smiled at waved, staring at Chris’s blue eyes that locked on mine as soon as he saw my foot move forward. “O-oh… my god.” Chris ran over and gave a squirming Ophelia to Uncle Sebastian who started playing ‘hang on Sebby’s arm like the monkey bars.

He was holding me in the air kissing my head hard on the side while holding my body as close to his as he could. Chris couldn’t help himself, because it was like God answered his wishes and all he needed just arrived, his beautiful baby, and the creator of his angel. The Queen of his Heart. “I-I missed you. I missed y-you so so much.” He whispered in my ear softly as too not make a scene. But the scene was already happening as everyone watched Captain America: collapse into his 5’ 4’’ wife, hugging every inch, taking in her scent which was hard to find, given she hadn’t put on perfume in twenty hours. But still he smelt those Peonies and Honey. He felt her soft curls that were bouncing off her shoulders with the humidity in the air. He just couldn’t take in enough of her, every inch of her, from the worn out converse she was wearing: he remembered them from their third date to Disneyland, where (Y/N) had never gone before, (Despite the fact she was a HUGE fan of Peter Pan and Dumbo as a little girl. Since she was the only girl of five boys, she was stuck with the others. Which wasn’t a big deal.)

He had seen those shoes on her feet when they were walking through the parks in Boston, for the first time together out in public. Those shoes were on her feet when she told Chris she was pregnant with Ophelia last year, it was mid summer and so during a moonlit walk on the deserted beach where a “Blood” Moon was about to appear, she told him. They may have missed the Blood Moon, but they got something even better.

“Um… I don’t remember getting a hug from my little swedish meatball!” Ophelia toddled over to Robert and he held her up, giving her a few throws in the air gently catching her every time kissing her on the head, smiling. Next was Renner with the high five they’d always do together, she was proud of herself everytime she did it. He’d talk to her while she babbled about her day, her naptime, her taxes. He pretended he knew and responded with “mhm’s, oh my! Jesus! That’s cool!” Ophelia couldn’t help but take in all the attention.

She was her father’s daughter after all.

“She’s eating this up.” I said, tucked in my husband’s arms. He kissed the top of my head, not responding. Curious, I looked up to see his blue eyes all glossy with an unlimited amount of exuberance painted on his face. “I love you so so much.” Chris spoke like he could cry any moment. Softly taking his chin, I pulled his lips into mine, and let them mold together in harmonious movement. The kiss wasn’t anything but a reconnection almost, like we were two halves of a while finally getting reconnected and balanced out to an equilibrium again.

          I saved him some of his manliness and waited until tonight in the hotel room to tell him my surprise for him. I’d been saving it for only a week but it had to be perfect, and not delivered in an email, text, skype or facetime. No, this was something you give face to face.


Ophelia and I stayed on set, playing in Chris’s trailer, using the sink and washing dirty dishes which, God Bless my child, loved cleaning up. She loved the soap and seeing the plate clean and dry. Then we watched Dr. Phil while ‘phephe took a nap, it was on a teenager punching her mother. Isn’t every episode like this, Dr. Phil? So I turned it to Spongebob and curled into my nugget, watching the sponge blow bubbles with his starfish friend. She nestled on my chest as I laid back into the trailer’s couch, softly falling asleep to squeaky giggles & bubbling sounds from Squarepants.… and to be honest it was more soothing than Ophelia’s white noise machine that sounded weird and muffled with ocean noises and seagulls cawing.

I woke up to a kiss on my cheek, which I took as a dreaming like state of me missing Chris, when in reality he was there smirking at me as I twitched and scrunched my nose up real tight, “Adorable…” Chris was whispering quietly, as Ophelia was in his bedroom, where Chris put her to sleep at 6, while his wife, still sleeping, laid on the couch. With the face of an angel as she got well deserved rest.

Kissing her neck now, he didn’t just leave one warm kiss on her neck, he left trails of sloppy, sensual kisses that led to her favorite place to be bitten on her neck. “Chris, mm, where’s the baby?” She was still in a dream like state so I calmly whispered to her that she’s asleep in my bed, leaving a dazed smile on her lips. Opening her eyes, she smiled at her husband, who gave her a loving kiss on the head, letting their foreheads connect, as she smiled, reaching to hold his cheek, chiseled and clean cut. “I miss the beard…” She stated bluntly. I felt myself release some pent up  tension I had inside shooting after the my girls left, with a laugh at my wifes love for the beard.

Everyone teased a little on my reaction to seeing her and Ophelia but they didn’t go to too far. They knew what it was like, leaving a loved one at home and traveling to some foreign area to film. Scarlett bumped my shoulder after seeing me stare and wave at (Y/N) who left with our toddler in her arms. Ophelia was cranky from lack of sleep and being in this heat she wasn’t used to. I smiled down at my friend and gave a lazy ‘what’ too the look on her face.

“You need to make more of those Evans.” She quietly whispered to me, pointing at Ophelia who kept waving at me with her head slumped over (Y/N)’s shoulder.

I agreed with Scarlett, but didn’t tell her the real truth: we were going to start trying when I finished shooting. I wanted to make sure this time I had all the time in the world for the new baby and Ophelia when they would be born, unlike last time where I flew in just a day before she went into labour, luck was on our side that day. But being lucky is not something to be dependent on.

“We want little Evan’s’ running around too. But what, do I just go and have sex right now with my wife while my child sleeps? No. I’ve got scenes to film and shit to get done so my family can have the expensive chinese food we really like that is completely unnecessary but fucking delicious.

I heard a laugh that could only be Mackie’s and turned to see him in full gear right behind us, coming up and slapping me on the back, still chuckling. “Are you tellin’ me you just want money so you can get some special fuckin’ chinese food? Bostonian’s, Johansson… what the fuck they thinking’?” “They’re thinking the chinese food is fucking great! Do not bully my Chia Sa Lo Sin, you have an egg roll from there and get back to me on your opinion Mackie!” We laughed and soon shooting started up again, but still… in between every take I’d hear how we needed more children, “She’s literally a precious little meatball.” Sebastian said, getting water from the heat’s overlook, “I know, Chubby Dumpling… I know..”

It wasn’t that I didn’t mind them talking about how cute Ophelia was, but it only made me want to leave set and go see my wife and daughter who where not even a mile away in a trailer probably having a blast. “SET! Everyone set for Scene 24A marker C, F, A.” During the whole scene, as I fought Robert with Sebastian, I had my mind only one thing, Another baby. I needed another one to love. Hell, I’d take thirteen if it didn’t cost my wife the severe pain of labour and eventual broken vagina with all those kids. We wrapped up and I set off to my trailer where I was met with a beautiful sight, one I had to capture quickly, before the littlest meatball woke up and saw, Da.


This was it… everything was set… the candles were in place, the box on the bed was perfectly packaged and ready. Now all I needed was a Chris to open it. He was currently putting Ophelia to bed, reading her stories in the other bedroom of the rental Chris had for his stay. I heard her sweet giggles and smiled, relaxing at the sound of her happy. And the knowing that my husband was as happy as her in this moment, while I waited…

I heard the noise of softly padded footsteps from his socks come in only minutes later. “Ba-” He took not even two steps into the dimly lit room before he stopped and saw the beautiful display, his wife, candles from home, and… a box?

“Ba-baby what’s all this?” I said, walking towards her, gripping onto her waist so I could roughly get to her lips, plumped and ready just like mine. “It’s a celebration,” whispering into my ear, she was nipping at it just slightly. I moaned and smiled down at her only to pick her up two seconds later, carrying her to the bed, letting her fall softly onto the silky sheets. I saw her staring at the box, carefully. Still I straddled my wife and opened up her satin robe, seeing nothing underneath but her beautiful soft skin yet to be explored by my mouth. This was the best present by far. I tugged my shirt off and went for my pants, only to be stopped by a gentle touch, and a box being laid upon her stomach. She tilted my head, so my eyes moved back to her, not the blue square she so desperately wanted me to open. “Before you go any further, this is your big surprise. The one that I thought was impossible until I remembered something…” She sat up a bit onto the pillows when I picked up the light box from her stomach, it was hollow. It had to be. Nothing was in there, even when I shook it up against my ear. Giggling softly, I heard her tell me to open it up, she “Promised there was at least one in there. Inside, I saw something that made my eyes water, my heart fill up with love, and my brain explode… just like last time.

“Your pregnant?” She smiled and nodded, leaning over to kiss my lips slightly hesitant from my lack of movement, and my mouth, which was still hung open in astonishment.

She clear her throat and tried to talk to me, while I processed the news of another baby.  Twiddling her thumbs she talked in her lower tone, as if not to be harmed or yelled at, it was the voice she used when she was scared. And when (Y/N) is scared I can be snapped out of my death bed, buried in a casket and I’d go console her.

“Remember two months ago? When you flew in for your week off? And… we did ya know… stuff.” I smirked and replied with my eyes still on the black and white fuzzy picture in front of me,  “We did a lot of stuff that weekend babe. Thank god for grandparents and the book you got the one night in Beijing on 100 different sex positions.” (Y/N) shook in laughter, her relief of my voice free from tension or anxiety.

Her smile was so much wider, her cute arising blush in the already rosy cheeks she possessed from the day we met. The weight I saw adding onto her face now made sense. She didn’t look like and I smiled like the dork I was when I met her, stupidly in love with a woman better than my wildest dreams.

I wiped the few tears in my eyes that I hadn’t noticed were gathered at the corners. Pulling my eyes finally away from the sonogram of my new little baby in front of me, all I could now see was the glow around my wife, when I looked up at her hopefully face. Her beauty just came naturally but when she was pregnant she became ethereal with a golden glow about her skin. Her pregnancy with Ophelia was the best time we had shared with each other, until she was born.

A glow of life beginning inside her.

Looking back down I saw difference in the fetus in the pictures, realizing they were two sonogram’s from two different times. “When’d you find out?” I reached out and pulled her onto my lap and she wrapped her arms around my neck lightly. Smiling sweetly at me, she told the story of how the doctors sent the first sonogram over to her after she went to see the OBGYN for her last postpartum appointment and her checkup with afterbirth of Ophelia seeing as it was two weeks before her birthday of one year. “They wanted to do a sonogram when I said I felt weird within my ovaries, like I was uncomfortable all along my stomach. I was afraid it was just like gas or something so I didn’t want to worry you..” Looking down at me (Y/N)’s eyes were glassy, like she was afraid I’d be angry or something? “Baby, don’t worry about me being angry. I’m overjoyed that were expecting again! I mean, the whole team is actually…” With confusion in her eyes I told her everyone was telling me that we needed another little “Evansger” soon. They could tell we wanted to have another and they wanted to see more DNA from us.”

Laughing at our friends, I saw (Y/N)’s laughter turn into a mischievous look, as she pulled out the second sonogram.

“We did a four weeks one and they said a small mass was growing but they couldn’t tell if it was a developing fetus or a mass that would have to be removed, they said it was four weeks in growth and told me to not get my hopes up.” She shook the first sonogram and I saw what must’ve been her face at that appointment, frustration and anger.

“So you just sat there for four weeks waiting to find out whether you have a gigantic mass, or a baby inside you? Why didn’t you tell me!” I tried to keep my voice down for the sake of Ophelia sleeping (Y/N)’s obviously high hormones.

Shaking her head, she just shrugged, “Why add stress to you? I was afraid we were losing you, Chris… you were so sad all the time and I was terrified it may be because we remind you of.. Of responsibility.” I took her into my arms, and held her tightly, telling her in every phrase, sentence, or fucking haiku how much I loved her and Ophelia, and I was sad for the opposite reason, “I just needed to be with you guys again. I hated not being able to catch Ophelia when she attempted her independent walking, I wanted to taste your lips again. I wanted to walk in park with you two and find ways of making you smile at every moment. Baby, I’m so sorry.”

Holding her head in my hands, brushing over hair that fell into her eyes. Eye to eye, she smiled at me, “Don’t you want to know how the story ends?”

I let go of her and we laughed together at her persistent need to finish everything, and ruin sexual tension with humor whenever she could,

“Always the one to break the sexual tension, huh?” Nodding, she stood up and looked around quickly whilst biting her lip. She found a sharpie from my desk and before I could protest she wrote on the second, and clearest version of the baby. “What the hell? Why’d you-”

She put the picture in my face, and showed me why she drew on it. Because in the sonogram, she circled two tiny blobs of cells. “Twins?” I whispered out to her, not even realizing she was only a foot away from me. “I’m ten weeks pregnant with twins. The end.”

I’m a little ashamed that the first thing I said with the news of having two new babies in seven months was, “Wait till they all hear about two new Evansger’s.”

March 8th, 2017 Welcome to the world! Luna Marvielle & Stellan Roan Evans. 

Joining older sister, Ophelia Lisaelotte Evans, (b. September 3rd, 2015)

I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know your thoughts and give it a reblog if you feel like it! :) Hope everyone’s weekend was great! (HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!)

*Lisaelotte is just my way of having her middle name honor Lisa, (Chris’s mom) and the readers “mom” whose name could’ve been Charlotte, Scarlett, Liseolotte, or something along those lines :)* 

Have an amazing day/night/afternoon! Stay safe happy and healthy! Thank you to the anon for the request! 


Today is Spirit Day, the day in which we all stand up for the LGBTQ+ victims of bullying!

I grew up in a Catholic enviroment. We never talked about sexuality when I was a kid, but I was very lucky that my Catholic middle school teacher was very liberal, very Christ-like and very open minded. Despite being brought up during a fascist dictatorship, he never let his heart go hard. He was in favor of same sex marriages and, although he was a celibate, said those who are able to feel romantic love are blessed by God– they can find an uniquely strong love, no matter the sex of your soulmate. Because he was also the person who guided me when I was studying to receive confirmation, I never felt bad about being bisexual. It always was very clear for me that Jesus, who always stood up for the oppressed, would always take care and confort LGBTQ+ kids. It was always very clear for me that God wouldn’t call sinful any kind of gentle, honest, generous love.

Since I came out, however, many LGBTQ+ Christians ask me how to reconcile faith and sexuality. Same sex relationships as we know them today are never called a sin in the Bible. When homosexual sex is discussed, it is because another kind of sexual sin occurs– Sodomite men gang raped the Israelites, and when Paul discusses homosexual sex he’s talking about prostitution.

This is what you need to know: God loves you. God made you the way you are for a reason. Your sexuality is not a sin. Jesus is with you always. There are churches, like the Episcopalian and the Presbyterian, who are in favor of same sex marriages. My inbox is always open if you are struggling with your sexuality or your faith (or both!).

God adores you. God adores you. God adores you.

A little bit of history. I am a cashier in a Kroger store. Although I am a nice guy, I have a neutral face that basically gives the impression of me being mad at something, however, most of the times I say “Hi” to the customers in silly voices that most of the time makes them smile. So far, so good.

Enter “I’m so busy talking on the phone to notice you” kind of person, a middle-aged woman with one of those “Can I talk to the manager” haircut. After saying “Hi” to her and not getting any response, I proceed to check her out. I don’t really pay attention to the customer’s conversations, but this one seemed a little important, so I didn’t try again and let her finish her phone call, and then maybe she would apologize for being on the phone and not reply to me after saying, “Hi”, like a decent human being.


She then hung up her phone, I say “Hi” once more to see if she replies back. NO REPLY. So I kept doing my job, and check her out as fast as possible.

Right at the moment I checked her last grocery and proceed to pay, she talked to give me the most obnoxious and mean voice my ears have ever heard

“I’ve been here all the time and you never acknowledge me as a customer”

In my mind, I was like, wtf!!!!

“Uhm…. Excuse me… but I do say "Hi” to you" I said as my heartbeat started to increase, it happens every time I engage in an argument.

“No, you didn’t,” she said, placing her hands over the counter, in a pose like she just got a manicure. “And let me tell you something, you are supposed to acknowledge all the customers that come into your line, because of them (pointing at herself) You get paid”

Ok, let’s take a small break here

1) This woman gets in my line, and I proceed by greeting her, and she didn’t even pay attention. I tried once more and then I give up.

2) Who the fuck does she think she is to tell me such bullshit? I’m sick enough already that every time I open a paycheck the words “A happy customer made this check possible” are right on top of my check as a reminder that I have to care for all of them, even of jerks like her.

Coming back to the situation in hand.

I felt offended, but I promise myself that I would avoid confrontation with customers, especially this kind. The arguing takes a few more minutes than I expected, thank God it was slow that day, and she keeps

But I stand my ground and with a calm but assertive voice I said “With all due respect, ma'am. But it is not my problem if you are so busy with your phone that you do not pay attention to your surroundings, and not then, try to accuse me of being impolite for such nonsense after you didn’t apologize for being impolite to me after you never reply back to any of my greetings before and after you hang up your phone. Then again, and as I said before” this time I was more calm, but I put a dead serious face “I do say "Hi” to you at the moment you came close to my register"

She then starts to freak out, and makes me call for a manager and she treat me to get me fired me and all that stuff.

Thankfully, and maybe a bless from God himself to teach a lesson to this bitch, the person who was packing her groceries was the manager (a smart gal with a nice attitude and very helpful when we’re busy) And she witnessed all from the very beginning. I was trying to hold my laugh as I point the manager at the end of the belt.

Then the customer proceeds to give this stupid looking speech of how awful her shopping experience was although she was wrong from the very start. I finished with the transaction and gave her the nicest smile I can do to mock her shitty attitude. She then walked out the store only to come back a few because she wanted to write a complaint and she needed our names (mine and the manager’s) so I decided to mock her once more by telling her:

“If you cannot remember my name, you can find it right herr at the top of the receipt” as I pointed the receipt in her hands. She got real furious and walked out.

Romance Is Coming!

My fellow Lizzington shippers!

The last episode left me with confused emotions and feelings - but the biggest one is hope! And according to many great posts of yours I know I am not the only one! Whatever TPTB is up to it is obvious that there is a shift on how they handle our OTP!

First of all the bad thing which could quite possibly be solved very soon! The Tom arc. His protrayal shanged dramatically this season. He is as psychotic, as demanding, as unrealistic as ever. He wants to travel back in time and continue the life he had led with Liz. I think this is explicable when you look at the fact that before everything he was able to make Liz and him believe that they had a normal life. But when you look at his demeanor this has nothing to do with real romantic love, but with egotistical showmanship. We saw how he prepares for a role. That he is an amazing actor who can convince everyone relatively easily with what he is doing. He knows what to do to make one believe him. And as always Red made it perfectly clear to understand: “He is reckless. Dangerous.” It is great when you realize TPTB wrote that! When Red says to Liz that she intends to find the perils herself he means that there is a truth that she and we still have to find out about him and as it seems, this time it is not a heroic one as it used to be lately. I am very excited about the international promo for 3x16 where we see him kissing and probably doing more with Gina. Yey! Already said that I totally ship them. Gina is my hero for distracting Tom. Plus, his look when Liz accepts did not seem like a super-happy-totally-in-love look you give when you are happy about your big love agreeing to marry you, this looks a bit too odd, too unexpected for me. We can only hope, but what TPTB served us is quite yummy. Additionally, check out twitter and facebook reactions - more and more start to doubt his beloved intentions for the redemption.

I think they still call him Tom because his job isn’t over yet.

Now let’s get to Lizzington. Liz has a hard time in her life and she is still progressing everything. All she does, with every mistake and so on, can be excused by this. Miss Boone also said she likes to portray her as the not usuaI I-totally-know-what’s-going-on-and-never-do-something-wrong heroine, but as someone understandable, ordinary, human. I am sure Liz will discover the perils Red forecasted, we just go back to the previous seasons where she is simply not listening or believing Red, and the I-told-you-so moment of him comes only closer every episode with the difference that Red respects and loves her too much to actually do that.

Red’s behavior towards Liz changed also in my point of view. He lets her see more and more his personal side. A side only Liz may experiance. The part of his heart that only beats for her. He makes his love for her more obvious. I also think he sees her more as a woman of her own now. He might overacted with the protection around her apartment but he knows she is a great deal in denial with Tom and hopes that with time she’ll find it out herself. HE trusts her more. Gives her his heart and let her decide what to do with it. And she occasionally acknowledges that.

TPTB seems to acknowledge the Lizzington crowd. I once posted a pic with Megan saying that she knows that Lizzington has the loudest voice of the fandoms. I don’t recall if it was Kat Goodson or Nicole Phillips (God bless her for the Lizzington of the Lizzington comics!) who retweeted a poll where it was asked “With whom should Lizzy hook up?” and Lizzington won with 58%, then came Keenler and THEN Keen2, and one of the Jons said they even have special persons for just looking through the internet and see how the fans react and what they want. So you see, they (hopefully) do know what’s going on. All of my sarcastic comments on TPTB are more for fun (so sorry to @nbcblacklist) or given to the actual problems they created. The first season started so smoothing. I think they knew exactly in what direction they wanted to head. Then the problem occured how many season they are going to have to tell their story. I don’t think that Red’s and Liz’s past is SO SUPER EXTREMELY complicated. So they thought ‘how can we still make it interesting and thrilling to watch?’ And then they had the idea of the love triangle because that’s what normally works for a drama. And now we are here. I can only repeat James Spader’s intelligence: “ The journey has to be good, because it’s terrible at the top of Everest.” Let’s explore Red’s and Liz’s dynamic in a long and maybe hurtful way, but at least we see a relationship that grows and will develop, rise and conclude into a great true love.

What I found funny about the latest episode is that a Lizzington fight not even lasts a whole episode anymore!

I see all of those things in the comments I found. First Jon Bokenkamp in the beginning:

Q: Wendy Davies: Do you already have an endgame for the Blacklist?
A: Yes. Not sure if Sony or NBC will let me do it, but yes. – Jon

What could be so difficult that Sony or NBC might have a problem with to allow? Maybe a relationship between a man and a woman with a significant age gap that by some are seen as father and daughter so this would lead to shocked fans? Ahh! That might be the Lizzington endgame! 

Also look at interviews they did with Megan. She knows the end and still seems to explode everytime she is asked for it because she smiles so much. And she still says it is a love story. Might be a clue. Another thing I loved is that she already said that Lizzington can’t be broken and always comes together stonger, so that ultimately equals an endgame.

The latest posts on twitter say that we are heading to a risky season final. There are many daddybaiters and different shippers out there. How devastated they would be if Lizzington is the top of the Everest. And how risky for a show to disappoint so many fans. And look at this post:

The latest one that made my heart burst and what I actually just wanted to proove with all of this is this one:

I hope, dream and  desire so much that this might come true! That would be such a good decision for the show and for the biggest part of the fandom!

Frankly, I wouldn’t have wrote so much if I wouldn’t be convinced. LIZZINGTON IS THE ENDGAME OF THE BLACKLIST! And because we probably have to wait for 20 seasons to achieve that, let’s sit back and enjoy all of the Lizzington moments we get…

Happy Lizzington-shipping you all!

(Gif credit to @iloveredmorethanever)