Sunday, December 24, 2006

Special Talents

The majority of my friends and family exhibit special talents that are specific to their relationship with me.

My mother's special talent is calling me while I'm in the bathroom. It is invariable. And not while I'm brushing my hair or something else that is easily interruptible, either. She developed this special talent at the precisely the moment that my children outgrew the talent of desperately NEEEEEEEDING me RIGHTNOWMOMMY the second I was indisposed.

My friend Ro's special talent (besides having a freakish amount of things in common with me) seems to be checking my blog at exactly two minutes before *I* check my hit counter to see if she's checked my blog. Really. I am not making that up.

My sister's special talent is telephoning me at the exact moment that I start tucking my kids into bed. It doesn't matter if I happen to be late doing so, or start early, or what. The phone will ring, and it will be her.

My father's special talent is appearing, either live in person or via telephone, at moments where I am neglecting the guidelines he taught me growing up. The absolute best example of this was when I was in college. I was driving home for the weekend, it was nasty ucky weather, and I needed gas for the truck. So I pulled in to a gas station at (*gasp!) the FULL SERVICE pump. This gas station was located FORTY-FIVE MINUTES away from my parents' home. I'm searching for money, and a tap at my window, I look up and HOLY SH*T, it's MY DAD. Who then redirects me to the *self-serve* pumps, so I can save that ten cents a gallon. That I was totally prepared to pay so I wouldn't have to stand out there in the freezing rain/sleet pumping gas. That I ended up doing anyway, along with losing about ten years of my life from the freakout.

There are other friends with other talents, but I have been interrupted now by one of my mother's other talents, which is somehow knowing when I am goofing off instead of getting the things done around the house that I absolutely need to be doing, and calling me to tell me to get my butt moving. Which she has just done. And the guilt is now driving me off the blog to go clean. sigh. mk

***Ro: Do NOT stop checking my blog. I know you are now worried that you check it too much. You don't. Really. I just think it's cool, and another of our hilarious freaky-vibe-things that we're on at the same time. mk

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

AHHHH, great post, but you just freaked me out!!!!! (Can you see me now>?) On my to-do list when you come over is having you show me how to add the same thingy to my blog. Oh and hey, the lemon coffee cake is *gone*- a big hit in Soule-land.

markira said...

See? The comment is at 11:16, and at 11:18 I was checking!!! And called and left a message on your machine to prove it. (and what are you? Not home? Screening? Where AAAAARRE you?????) mk

p.s. Glad you liked the lemon coffee cake. Making another one momentarily.

Anonymous said...

LOL Just got your message! You gave me a good laugh, EXACTLY what I needed this morning, so thank you! My brother is driving me to the BRINK of insanity. I've already had one meltdown. Oops and he's standing behind me now, geeeez!!!!!!!!!!!!! No rest for the weary.

Anonymous said...

It's CALLWAVE that you left a message on. I made it sound just like my regular answering machine so people don't know if I'm online or not home. Aren't I CLEVER?

Anonymous said...

By the way, in case you didn't know, Callwave forwards calls to voice mail when we're online. Now that you don't have dialup anymore, you may now be aware of how the rest of us operate. (lol)

markira said...

Hey, even when I *had* dialup, I didn't have that. I just had a dedicated phone line for my computer. 'Cause I couldn't stand not being online. All. The. Time. mk

markira said...

BTW, it's "no rest for the WICKED." From the book of Isaiah. (oh hey, that's ironic, isn't it?) mk

Anonymous said...

Oh, you're very, very good.

markira said...

Ro has figured out how to thwart my telling when she's on my blog. She just parks herself here! lol mk

(coffee cake a-cookin')

Anonymous said...

Dang you have figured me out!