It’s Friday and you know what that means! Whoop, whoop, the weekend….well that and a new Five for Friday post. After much thought and the final ever posting on Trifecta (who closed their doors last week) as well as the announcement of Twisted Mixtape Tuesday closing their doors, I’ve decided to turn this into a blog hop. Now, at the onslaught, I’ve agreed to be patient with this “project”. I know 100 bloggers will not link up day one and honestly, I’m not sure I want it to grow to those proportions! But one thing I’ve learned over my nearly one year at this is that writing is a lot more fun in a community. Much like life, almost everything is better with friends. So read through my 5 and then create your own Five for Friday post and attach it using the linking tool at the bottom. Let’s get to listing!
This week is all about shortcomings. While I like to think (and sometimes pretend) that I’m perfect, I realize that’s very far from true. We all have things at which we just never seem to excel. Here are my 5.
Melissa’s List of Suck
So luckily I’m not a big fan of cold weather and therefore not naturally inclined to seek a ski resort out for a vacation, because man am I a shitty skier. I went. Once. That was enough. I’ve heard that my biggest mistake is that I let my cousin’s husband convince me that, because I’m athletic, I didn’t “need an instruction session”. And what he meant by that was that I didn’t need any instruction at all. Yeah, it turned out not so true. After approximately 10 minutes on the bunny slopes he took me to the next level up where this happened:
So apparently you’re supposed to swish from side to side while skiing. Flying straight down the hill is ill advised.
Oh well, who wants to spend a ton of money and forever getting suited up anyway? Beach please.
4: The purse of despair.
I’m a neat, organized person. My house is clean. My car is clean. My office is an organizer’s dream. Then there’s this:
You may be thinking, “hey, not so bad”; well the picture does it little justice AND I just cleaned this purse out on Sunday. Yep, random bills floating around, a pack of energy chews I’ve been carting around to months (just in case I want to eat them), papers…so many papers. I’m not sure why my purse doubles as both a trashcan and piggy bank. It only gets cleaned out when the coins have accumulated a weight of roughly 20 lbs. or I end up dumping out the contents in frustration because I can’t find something (like say, house keys).
3: Talking on the phone.
Unless you’re my Mom (or on the rare occasion he answers the phone, my Dad), I probably don’t want to talk to you. I really don’t even know why my iPhone needs a call function. It should just have an app that says, CALL MOM. The rest of the numbers can be pushed only to text functionality.
2: Following through on hobbies.
Now, I’ve always been great at sticking to fitness (we won’t comment on nutrition here), so I’m not counting that as a hobby. But let’s explore what happened with a few of the hobbies I tried to pick up:
Crochet: Taught myself how to do this, completed 95% of an afghan, lost interest, afghan has been sitting in a basket unfinished for over 3 years.
Guitar: Got a guitar, tried to follow along with some home instruction, got bored and frustrated, guitar has been sitting in its case untouched for over a year. *I really want to learn guitar, but I’m going to have to have live instruction to make it happen.
Extreme couponing: Learned the method to the madness, clipped a shit ton of coupons, saved a heap of money, got bored. Ugh, too much work. I’ll just pay more for stuff.
1: Not sweating the small stuff.
Now, based on number two, you may be thinking I’m completely fine leaving things unfinished. That’s so not true! For some reason that ability to let go only applies to hobbies. In my life and my job, I’m obsessive. House cleaning is a prime example. My house is generally pretty clean and when contrasted with the norm, it’s quite clean. But I come from a long line of neat freaks and so it’s never good enough. I’m sitting here right now mentally Swiffering my floor and worrying about the shine on my granite. It’s ridiculous.
You don’t want to be around me prepping for a party at my place. I worry. About everything.
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