The First Day of Blogging

Talk about pressure... Here I am about to begin a historic entry in the anals of blog history. Wait a sec... I guess that was it. I was just worrying abut the first entry, but "Talk about pressure..." was it. Remember where you were when you read this entry. (Assuming you got this far.) That's pretty lame. Geez, I'm already criticizing my very first blog. I'm glad the drama of the first words is over, though. Now I can just get on with it. What it is, I have no idea... You're probably going to run into this a lot coming to this blog. I'm confused and I'm writing this crap.

Anyhow, let's talk about Mothers since the Day is coming in a few weeks. Actually, I have so much material on my Mum that I wish every weekend was "Mother's Day". She called earlier today. Of course, I was still sleeping, so I checked the phone for the message. I get the usual, "Mark, can you call me please." And that's it...... (I put six dots to accentuate my dumbfoundedness (sic)) Who knows if I have to simply call her back to say hi, how are you? or move a chairmat from underneath her 500lb computer desk, or take her to get some milk. You have to understand that even though I'm well into my forties, have my own house, and can drive a car; I cannot pick out bags of milk according to my mother. Even though she coaches me with, "You will check the date won't you, Mark?", it's not enough. I wonder if she truly believes we sit at the table with chisels breaking off the chunks of milk that are obviously in our bags because we don't know how to choose a staple of life that few humans go for more than a few weeks without buying over and over again!!!

Yeah, I suppose that might be the reason she called, but it's much more likely that Mum is activating the "where the hell are you? I didn't hear from anyone over the weekend" flashing beacon. There are 3 of us "kids" who are on this planet with ties to Mum. My brother happily lives in England. He calls Mum every weekend at the same time. He's kinda what you would call a habitual person. Many confuse it with just being boring, but I don't (as long as this is a public blog...). My sister, who lives just a few minutes away, and I are the complete opposite. The only habit we possess is the regular discussions we have on how weird our family is. We call Mum when we have interesting things to discuss with her... Translation: When we remember.

So anyhow, it's been 7 or 8 days since I last spoke to Mum, so I better return the call. It's either that or face the usual frantic calls that will surely follow. It may sound like a CD collection sale on TV, but some of the mega-hits have been; "You Don't Know What it's Like to be Old", "I Raised You All", "I'm Having Chest Pains", "Haven't I Been a Good Mother", "I'll Pay Your Gas to Come Out Here", and my personal favorite, "What Have I Done?" a.k.a. The Sniffle-Sniffle Song. All available where ever good milk is sold..