Friday, April 30, 2010

Special Things About Me

So, I'm not particularly good at sports. Running, sure; but anything that requires some degree of co-ordination or skill? Two thumbs down on me and my abilities. In fact, one time I think a boy who had previously shown a fair amount of interest in me, completely lost that interest when he foolhardily had one of our dates end in a soccer match with several other couples. I think my awkwardness was just too too much. Fortunately, Mike submitted me to no such humiliating tests. I guess I passed all of his tests -- which mostly had to do with liking the animal section at county fairs, recognizing at least a little bit that his Ford Bronco was cool, and being a good kisser (oops hee hee -- just kidding). Oh, but that just reminded me of something. The other day, Mike and I were talking about one of us running a kissing booth -- I don't remember if it was going to be me or him in the booth. I also don't remember if one of us was threatening to be in it, or threatening to make the other person be in it, or where on earth or even why this kissing booth was going to be. Huh. We're funny.

Anyway, despite my inability to play co-ordination involved sports (is there a better name for those sports? What are "contact sports"? Does that just mean football?), as I was saying, despite my abilities in that area (or, my lacking abilities rather), I can actually play a fairly mean round of Ping-Pong. That's right -- Ping-Pong. I'm not half bad. Oh, and Badminton too (except I always thought Badminton was Badmitton). But that's it. Wouldn't you think that would somehow transfer to the tennis court (I'm so confused here -- do I capitalize tennis? I just capitalized Badminton, so maybe . . . but tennis seams so . . . general of a term . . .). Please though, let's stay on track. Why Ping-Pong when I don't know that I have ever once returned a tennis ball served to me? Quirky.

Ha! Did you hear that? Quirky. Maybe its a quirk. Remember how I used to be so sad because everyone was blogging about all their quirks, and I couldn't think of even one cool quirk? I tried, but the ones I came up with were lame, and Mike told me he'd watch me for quirks but then either lost interest or found none to report. But, I thought of THREE quirks today. How about that! Here. Have a read.

1. I have to fold the sheet over the edge of the blankets and then pull them all up close to my face when I sleep. It isn't preferring the sheet next to me so much. It more has something to do with greatly preferring a smooth rounded edge as opposed to trying to snuggle all these separate squared off blanket edges. I find myself waking up often through the night folding the sheet over better and then having to pull the blankets all up with a tug to still keep them up by my face despite all my folding over of everything.

2. I can't leave Costco with out buying a churro. It is strange to me that anyone actually can. I don't know how it is that my own Mike can go to Costco and return home churroless himself.

3. I doodle on anything I am writing on. You know, like when you are jotting down a phone number or some directions and then there are little stars and tiny vases of flowers popping up all around the directions as you continue chatting on the phone? Maybe everyone does that. Today, I was digging through a drawer looking for a pen when I found a loose scrap of paper with a phone number and next to it something that looked like balloons with very thick fat strings and then, oddly, a doodle of what could only be described as a cabbage wearing a party hat. Another paper with something I was supposed to remember written on it also contained some type of a massive flowery/star explosion hemmed in, thankfully, by heavy steel bars.

Anyway, discovering all these insignificant trifles about myself has been making me feel rather special -- which is, perhaps, odd since there is absolutely nothing one bit important or special about them, but that's the way it is with our society these days. It's all mixed up about what is and isn't special and we are all supposed to make everyone feel special for not very special things. But, I suppose that is way better than the olden days when, as far as I understand it, it was every teachers job to not only tell students they were absolutely not special, but that they would, "never amount to anything," -- followed, of course, by a good rap on the knuckles with a ruler just to drive the point home. Now that I think about it though, it seems like every great president or Albert Einsteiny sort got told just that by their teachers growing up, so maybe there is something to be said for it.

I don't know where that leaves us with this post, but I'm through now. Oh except for . . . no, except for nothing. I've got nothing else. Goodnight.

16 comments:

Amy said...

I try to doodle on things--but really I'm just faking it. It really isn't in me, its just that I think you are so cool when you create little snippets of art. But I have so little ability in the drawing realm that my doodles are just very unattractive blobs.
P.S. When are you going to start writing your funny montly articles for some cool magazine??

marz said...

Your thoughts on specialness and how everyone is supposed to be special these days makes me think of Dash in "The Incredibles" where his mother is telling him that everyone is special he then retorts, "Which means that nobody is." Is it possible for everyone to be "special"?

Londy Loo said...

I always enjoy reading your posts Auntie. I also love costco's churros, and pretzels, and pizza lol. Thanks for letting us hear your quirky side!

Krista said...

When we went on a cruise back in January I warned the other couple before we started shuffleboard that I am terrible at anything that requires coordination, especially sports. After the big explanation I found out was good at shuffleboard. I could be in the Olympics for shuffleboard! But I guess I can only play it if we go on cruises. :-(

Amber said...

Wow! You are even cooler than I thought! And I thought BadmiNton was Badmitton until I read this post!

Kelly said...

What? All I can say is get yourself (and family) over to my house to play some ping pong, if you don't I will be sad.

Perla said...

question one. is it "foolhardily" or "foolheartedly"?
question two. is the inability to return a tennis ball a quirk?
sincere questions.

i do think it is kind of fun, actually, when we discover a quirk, if it is one that others might find endearing, like those you mentioned. and as for what is being taught in school these days, i am trying to find the right fit for my kids and i sincerely hope that i can find the type like the one on arrested development where children were taught to be "neither seen nor heard" oh boy, i'm chuckling to myself. every time i read that motto, i laugh. i just can't help it.

Nancy said...

Well, I thought "foolheartedly," but spell check told me it was foolhardily . . . but that is the smae spell check that told me badMINTon, so maybe my spell checker is all craaazy.

Question 2 -- I meant maybe more -- quirky that I could hit a ping pong ball and not a tennis ball . . . you know, since they are exactly the same only one is little and different.

And yes, children should be neither seen not heard. That is what every family night lesson we ever have is on.

Nancy said...

P.S. Kell? YOU have a ping pong table? Well, for goodness sakes! Remember how I wanted to go to dinner with you and Pattsi and Shan but Shannon and Patti were always too good? Maybe instead, you have to host a little get together for us at your house and we will totally ping pong it! Only now I am suddenly afraid you have called me out and maybe I am no good at all . . .

jami said...

ok, so i will have to come back and read you post - i was just responding to your comment about having a heart attack when going to my blog. i know. i can't stand to go to my blog either and look at those things. whatever made me feel possessed to accompany my post with pictures, i'll never know. but ... the reason i've been mia is i've had family here- the ENTIRE family here (all 26 of us! :):) ) and jas and i had a little get away, minus kids ... so now i'm back to the real world, real life, etc, i'll be back to posting, with some GREAT pics, and not bugs. :) xoxo

Nancy said...

Jami!! Seriously! Why does your family love you so much more than mine loves me? They all came to visit?? That is so amazing! Especially since you live ever so far away. I had like two visitors in WA! You must have had such a blast! Plus a get away with just Jason? Ahhh, what lovely times you've been having!

Ashley said...

This is the first time...ever...that I've visited your blog and not had something new to read. Don't worry, though. I'm not disappointed. (Heaven forbid that you should do something to disappoint me!) I find it very calming when I go to someone's blog and discover that I'm caught up and haven't missed anything.

Ashley said...

Take Amy's blog, for example. She hasn't posted anything new since CHRISTMAS, but its like, reassuring or something. Do you know what I'm talking about?

Nancy said...

Yah, I know what you're talkin' about -- you talkin' 'bout how you's crazy, girl.

Heehee. Now, let's get serious here. Are you here? Where when what?!

*MARY* said...

My husband loves basketball and soccer. But he's from China so ping pong is in his blood, he's got some mad skills. He's a little embarrassed of showing them off though, because he doesn't believe ping pong is a real sport.

And that's so funny about your costco quirk. I can't leave costco without a dozen white towels. (I've only been there once, last weekend, and that's what I bought)

Thanks for your sweet comment on my blog.

Ashley said...

I'm in good ol' Lovelock until the end of June. Then I will be joining all you crazy girls in Utah for July because my parents will be there then! Yay!

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