Nothing says "I care" quite like talking with a family member about a life event only to be interrupted with, "OK...bottom line, bottom line...what's the bottom line?" My Daddy and brother, both southern lawyers, have mastered the art of getting to the bottom line. My husband says "brevity is the key". It amazes me how a simple "yes, no, not yet" works for him.
I, on the other hand, along with many women and my good friend, Steve, struggle with such a concept. For them it's like a railroad track traveling in a straight line from point A to point B with no distractions in between.For the rest of us, it's more like 40 tracks merging into the rail yard and branching out in 77 different directions. Or tree branches or a bowl of spaghetti noodles...we just want to make SURE you understand the whole story with added and extremely crucial and necessary creativity, color and flare...and most of the time forget what we were talking about in the first place.
One of my dearest memories was driving down I-55 in Mississippi when my attorney brother pulled off the interstate while I was in the middle of a tale of woe. He asked me if I watched the show "West Wing", (No, I thought, but I do like Will & Grace reruns)...Well, you should. I love ya', you're my little sister, but for God sakes you have GOT to learn to condense your sentences to ten words or less! And stop putting all those exclamation points after every sentence. You think you're still a cheerleader?!!!"
And nothing quite says "I love you" like when I would call Daddy, my strength, my rock, a man of wisdom who certainly should know all the answers to life, only to be told, "I gotta hang up; you've given me a migraine." Or when your grown children stare at you and ask, "So, Mom, exactly what does Steve's 5th cousin Stewey and his wife Ming Lu have to do with the lady you met at the checkout line at Walmart?" "Bless their hearts, they just don't know any better.
" Quote of the day: "Ouizer, you know I love ya' more than my luggage."