August 22, 2005

High End Connections

Well, its time that I let you in on a little secret. My Mom and I have some fluky ESP thing going. I think it’s a Mother/Daughter thing, so any of you women that have this with your Moms, feel free to chime in.

It’s always been. Although I make reference that it creeps me out, it really doesn’t. It just is. It has always been this way and so it is a part of my life. What will suck is when its NOT a part of my life, but I try not to dwell.

I was away at college for a couple years and she’d just instinctively call when I was down. She has this 6th sense.

Buying Christmas gifts. Holy crap. I almost need to consult her on what I’ve bought someone so she doesn’t do the same.

Every single Easter for the past 3 years, she has sent me things for my kid’s Easter basket, only for me to open the package on Easter Eve and for me to find its the SAME EXACT stuff I’ve bought my kids. And I’m not talking something simple like “oh, we bought the same type chocolate bunny”, I mean obscure stuff like we bought the same weird 3 dimensional puzzle to decorate my house for Easter. Or we both bought them these funky white cloth bunnies that they could color with markers.

Of course the fact that I posted a picture of Farah for my brother on my blog for his birthday and she sent him the same picture of her that morning via e-mail should not surprise me. Although, really folks, we’ve not talked about his adolescent crush on Farah in probably the last 20 years. Not only were we on the same freaky wave length on something from his past that would make him laugh, but we picked the same picture.

Oh, but I can top all of that. See, I had this nasty spot on my face that I posted on. I made an appointment with my dermatologist to get it removed in July. Flash forward to two weeks ago when my doc burned it off. I was sitting in the parking lot, my cell phone rang, and it was my Mom. We’re chit chatting and she says, “So when are you going to see your doctor about that spot on your face?” My reply was, ‘Ummm, Mom? I’m in the parking lot now...” She.just.knew.

That’s my Mom. 6th sense and all.

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Comments

All I can say is that is very cool.

Posted by: Sissy at August 22, 2005 10:26 PM

cool....didn't have it with my Mom......

Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at August 22, 2005 10:34 PM

All I can say is I am glad I don't have that with my mom.

Now my sister, we are usually like that. It gets kind of freaky sometimes.

Posted by: Machelle at August 23, 2005 08:51 AM