Unfortunately, I didn't REALLY realize just how awesome my parents were until about 5 years ago, when I moved back to CA. But you've heard that story before. This is a different story about the last two days, and the most recent string of "damn, my parents are great" events.
So back in November, I bought Mom and Dad The West Wing Complete Series for their anniversary. Dad didn't get into it QUITE as much as Mom, but Mom ate it up. And as she finished each season, she'd send it to me. A week after the Earth Shattering Porch Incident, I met Mom and Dad for breakfast at the half way point between my place and theirs (where I5 and 505 come together, if you're curious) and she handed over the last three seasons. As we were headed back to our respective recently swapped vehicles (the reason for the breakfast), she made an off hand comment about the results of the "Election" that happens in The West Wing's final season, spoiling the results for me. I played mock appalled, but it really wasn't a big deal.
So yesterday, after the Mother's Day Brunch at the restaurant, I came home to an empty house (roomies were away doing the Mother's Day Hot Tub Relaxation Event 2008) and decided to eschew the computer for a West Wing marathon. As bed time approached, I had time for one more episode, so I swapped out the disc only to discover that the next episode in line was the two part election day episode. Shaking my fist in the air, I started part one. A mere 42 minutes later, I shook my fist again and started part two. 38 or so minutes after that, I came to the realization that my mother had totally lied to me. TOTALLY lied to me. I won't spoil it for those of you who haven't seen it, but I spent both of those two episodes trying to figure out how they were going to get out of what they set up to come to the resolution that mom had "spoiled" for me previously. And then, when the episode ended, I sat there in bed, astounded and slack jawed. My mom totally punked me. Casually, without any buildup or followup, with a single sentence, she punked me. I don't know how long I laughed, but it was quite a while.
So today, I'm here at the restaurant, when iZora starts ringing. I look at her screen, and it says that it's Mom and Dad's house-- which is weird in of itself, cause for the last 4 or so years, they've had their number blocked from caller ID, and they didn't know how to turn it off. But regardless, I answered the phone, and it was Dad. Dad recently re-retired from the newspaper, so he's home focusing on Dad stuff. Today's Dad stuff was the "honeydo" list for Madeline. Did I mention that mom's driving Madeline now? Did I also mention that Mom and Dad both refer to her as Madeline, not "the white Miata?" ANYWAY, Dad was calling to ask me questions about Madeline's radio. For some reason it wasn't working, and he wanted some info before he started pulling the dashboard apart. And then he went into the list of other things he'd dealt with on the car. Droopy mirror? Fixed. Bad hydraulics on the left headlight? Fixed. Battery problem? Fixed. Now, realize that before my dad bought HIS Miata, he wasn't a car guy. But in the last decade, he's taught himself a metric butt tonne of car repair stuff, and now it's just old hat to him to strip the thing down and fix everything. He's got more "new tricks" than any "old dog" that I know. And the best part is that he's still learning, despite his protestations to the contrary.
It's actually a little intimidating to realize that the REST OF MY LIFE is going to have to be one of busting my ass to be sure that I turn out even comparably as awesome as my folks. I'm getting tired just pondering that.
Trying to figure out how to set the bar just a little higher...