What is your Superpower?

This post is one of the first ones that I posted on this blog. I regurgitated it because I think it’s kind of funny, and we’ve been talking a lot about superheros these days. And OLM is going to dress up as The Greatest American Superhero for Halloween. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this bit of nonsense.

Harness that Superpower

I have this thing I do, I’m told. My partner calls it my ‘superpower’. That is, if I blurt out something I want to happen, it almost always doesn’t. He says, “Lee-Anne you need to harness that power, to make it work for you, not against you.”

Only When I Blurt it Out

For example, while watching the Vancouver Canucks play, I’ll blurt out ‘Luongo is going to get a shut out!’ Or ‘OLM has walked so far and he hasn’t fallen!‘ And then, well you know what happens next. It seems to work only when I blurt it out. And it’s happened too many times to count. It’s like something takes over me and I can’t help myself. And I always feel guilty that somehow, the Serious One’s right.

Just a Blundering Superhero

But now things have taken a turn for the worse, I think. It seems that perhaps this so-called superpower has manifested into something beyond my control.  It seems that if I think about something happening enough times it’s going to happen. I’m not talking about goal setting or meditation. More like ‘The Greatest American Hero’ from back in the day, I seem to have a problem getting my superpower suit under control. I didn’t think this ‘power’ influenced other people directly, but in this case, oh shit, maybe it does.

You see, yesterday afternoon I was in the middle of changing OLM, when there is a knock on my door. My babysitter and her mom were there, who live in the building, looking quite stressed as they explained how their keys dropped down the elevator shaft. Now why did they knock on my door? They know plenty of people in our building.

What freaks me out about this situation is every time I go into the elevator with my keys in hand, I worry that I will drop them and they will go down the elevator shaft. I’ve never done it. But a friend of mine has. And now it’s happened to my babysitter.

Anyway, I invited them in for tea while they were trying to figure out what to do. The Serious One came home a bit later and as we explained the situation. He assured them we could get the keys ourselves. No need to pay the elevator people on a holiday.

Long story short, we knocked on several of the neighbour’s doors before a true McGyver solution was had. Here’s what we needed.

• A retractable tape measure
• An S-hook to tape to the end of the tape measure
• A flashlight

He fed the tape measure down the elevator shaft from the garage level and used the flashlight to locate the set of keys and scooped them up with the S-hook that was taped to the end of it.

It worked like a charm!

Thanks neighbour!

What’s the moral of the story? I’m sure there are several. Let’s just say that I don’t believe in coincidences. Too much weird crap like this happens too often to think its a coincidence.

Is it the Power of Suggestion at Work? The Law of Attraction?

If it’s true that we attract we most think about then here’s my two cents…”I will be the queen of the blogosphere and make a million dollars!” (This post is now a year and a half old and while there’s been some amazing things that have happened in the blogosphere, but I’m not a rich girl yet. There’s still time.)

What is your (blundering or not) superpower?

Thanks for reading.