We all have our strengths….
THINGS I CAN’T DO:
1. Put lipstick on without a mirror.
You know that whole Molly Ringwald scene in Breakfast Club where she even puts it on with her cleavage? Yeah, I wish! Can’t even do it holding the tube with my fingers if there’s not a mirror there.
2. Drive by a cemetery without holding my breath.
This was especially funny when I was younger and Mom, figuring out the game, decided to pull over and stop along side a cemetery, almost killing her kids in the process.
3. Believe I like country music after fighting it all my formative years.
I blame and bless Dad and his graduation gift of Keeny Rogers’ Greatest Hits for this fiasco/treasure.
4. Put a contact directly onto my eye. I typically have to put it in, slide it on. Those of you who have never worn contacts will say: huh. Big deal. Those who do? “Ewwww! Ow!”
5. Sing on-key. But it won’t stop me so consider yourself warned if you ever share a car with me.
THINGS I CAN DO:
1. Tell you the exact date and time each of my siblings was born.
2. Sing all the words to Billy Joel’s, “We Didn’t Start the Fire.” It’s “homeless vets,” not “homeless PETS.”
3. Recite the Gettysburg Address by heart.
Almost fourscore and seven years ago I was made to recite this in my Catholic schooling days.
4. Still name my first crush and my first kiss.
Definitely not the same person.
5. Remember my Dad’s last words to me.
10 years ago when he passed away. I also remember exactly what I was wearing and even how my fingernails were painted. Thankfully, it’s a good memory now.
What about you? :)
Knowing your mom… I can totally picture that.
hahahahahahaa
January 22nd, 2007 at 6:53 pmcome to think of it, I’m surprised I’ve never done that to anyone else! (talk about making My Cow even more dangerous!)
January 22nd, 2007 at 6:56 pmHmmm, my RSS reader didn’t see this post, so I am now just reading this. Strange…
January 23rd, 2007 at 2:08 pmI was wondering why you teased me about not writing right after I actually posted something!
January 23rd, 2007 at 2:20 pm