Recently, a good friend sat in my dining room and scolded me for not being able to gracefully receive a compliment. It’s true. I squirm, I deflect, and I feel so self-conscious I want to climb the walls when someone showers me with nice words.

There has been a whole lot of light and attention directed my way lately, mostly because of the flattering and unbeleivabley kind piece at Tales from the Crib, and again I find myself wanting to deflect attention and melt into the wallpaper.

My friend was right- she often is, and this is something I need to work on- but not today.

Thus, the same friend who scolded me about grace and compliments had a little wicked fun coming up with things I suck at- it was a blast! Here are a few; this is by no means a complete list!

  1. Computers. Yes, I blog- and have for almost two years now, but I didn’t even own a computer until two years ago. My idea of fixing a problem with the mechanical little demon involves beatings with a shoe and lots of naughty words. As a matter of fact, just last week I realized I could play music on this thing! Did you know that? Apparently the entire western world knows that, but not me.
  2. Gardening. Ugh. I hate it. Hate hate hate it. It probably doesn’t help that I’m allergic to the entire botanical encyclopedia, but there it is. My thumbs are black. What can I say. I hate itching, and sneezing, and I hate the endless-ness of gardening. I am plain bad at it. I have enough dirt in my life with 3 and 5 year old boys- no thanks.
  3. Once upon a time, I took a pottery class, and try as I might, with all my might, I simply could NOT get the dang clay to spin into a bowl, cup, or anything remotely resembling a vessel of any kind. This ticked me off. While there are things I suck at, usually artistic things come easily- it really bothered me that I couldn’t do this. I still can’t.
  4. My fuse is short, and burns hot. The only good thing is, it burns out quickly.
  5. Delegating. Ugh. I would rather not be in charge of anything, because I cannot delegate. Let me just be the rank and file while someone else calls the shots, because if I have to be the boss, I will try and do it all. It’s not pretty.
  6. Dancing. Oh, you have never seen anything so sad as me trying to keep a count and a tempo. It’s worse than Elaine. Really. I look at people who groove and move with grace and rhythm, and it’s like listening to someone talk Armenian. It’s pretty, but I have no idea how to make myself understand.
  7. Music. Oh, holy craptastic, this is the bomber. Singing, music, rhythm, tempo, time… The Good Lord shortchanged me here. Even my three-year old asks me to stop singing in the car, and will actually cover his ears in church and yell at me to STOP! Yes, I am totally serious. Music I adore, but never, ever ask me to contribute. You will be sorry.

So there. What do you suck at?

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