March 21, 2013

10 Things I Don't Know How To Do....

Today I'm linking up with Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writing Prompts.

I've actually picked two of the five prompts.

#2 - For the latest book review, head over here (regular readers have probably already seen it).

#3 - Now, on to the 10 things I don't know how to do...this should be easy, because in my forty-some-odd years of living on this planet I have discovered, much to my dismay, that there is a lot I don't know how to do....although that's not to say I haven't at least tried.

10.  Cook.  Yes, it's true.  Although I have somehow raised a child without breaking him too much, I cannot honestly say that I have ever cooked a full, real meal for the boy.  Not to worry though, his father handled that part.  But, in my defense, I have been known to bake up a storm; thus insuring that the boy loves me best.  It's true.  Just ask him.

9.  Despite the fact I appear to be SO social media savvy it turns out, sadly, that I am not.  See that "enter your email here" box over there to the left side of the screen?  The one that promises you the ability to get all this fabulousity in your inbox?'s broken.  Why?  I don't know.  How?  Not a clue.  Can I fix it?  Apparently not.  I've looked at it.  Cried.  And am about ready to delete the whole thing just so I won't have to think about it any more.

8.  Math.  Period. The end.  There is nothing left to say here.  Move on. (No laughing please.  I'm "sensitive.")

7.  I am physically incapable of being a "morning" person.  Despite the fact that I get up at an ungodly hour five days a week.  Despite copious amounts of coffee.  Also....

6.  I am incapable of getting out of bed when the alarm goes off for the first, third and; maybe even the SIXTH time.  Yes, I'm addicted to the snooze button.  I actually informed Hubby this morning that the first thing I am going to do if when I retire (God willing) is to take a hammer to that damned alarm clock.

5.  In other ways that I suck at social media....obviously I don't do Twitter well since I have been trying to respond to a Direct Message via my phone for what seems like days now, with no success.  And when logging into Twitter via the computer I can't even seem to find the damn message, much less respond to it.  Note to Twitter (FaceBook ,Blogger, my phone and whatever else is out there) - quit updating everything.  It was working fine before you started screwing with it.  Now you are seriously messing me up; and it's got to stop. You are completely shredding my already tattered social media reputation over here.

4.  For the life of me, I cannot hem anything with a nice, straight seam.  Which frustrates me to NO end.  Because, seriously?  How HARD can it be?  And with that thought in my head, I continually attempt to re-hem something only to become frustrated.  So, should you meet me, please ignore the crooked hems.  Obviously, I need to find myself a tailor and be done with it.

3.  I also don't know how to do confrontation.  Sure, I can talk a good my head - but when it comes to actually doing the face to face confrontation...well, you can be sure, I won't be as vocal as I was in my head...which doesn't always work out in my favor.

2.  After The Closet Edition, it has also become abundantly clear to me that I have a problem when it comes to tossing clothes...even if I never wear them.  I think this stems from the fact that I want to replace the item.  And by replace, I mean I expect to find the EXACT same item - which, as I've discovered, is impossible since designers are constantly coming up with - get this - NEW items (who would've thought they'd do that?).  So I've made it my mission in the next few months to toss out those raggedy items that I've been hoarding - but not wearing - and move on; so that I can find other pieces that I will love as much as I once loved those that I toss.

1.  Apparently, I also cannot tell my left from my right, since I have read - and re-read - this post dozens times before it finally dawned on me that number 9 was wrong.  The said email box thingy is NOT on the left; it's on the right.  I'd like to blame this on the fact that I AM, in fact, a lefty; therefore I am genetically wired to always think that everything always belongs on the left side...which ALSO explains why I am chronically drawn to driving in the left lane - even when I'm NOT passing someone.  I think someone needs to do a study on this.  The impact that my discovery has on future generations could be HUGE.

Mama’s Losin’ It


  1. I hate math too.. Found you from Mama Kats!

  2. LOL. I thought there was something fishy about #9... And the confrontations in your head? They happen in my head too. Yep. I agree, doesn't exactly help me win an argument either. :/ And I don't even do alarm clocks anymore. I have kids for that. *sigh*

  3. My responses during confrontations (or usuall'sy directly after) are always so good...too bad they never leave my head either.

    hi from MK

  4. What a great prompt. I love your list.

  5. My list would be very much like yours! Just popping by to say hi and see what you are up to. Hope everyone is well and happy!

  6. I knew it! Besides the fact that I am indeed a morning person, we are identical twins switched at birth. When I need directions Hailey now says "your other left Mom." Yeah, I suck at so many things but hey, I can bake anything you want!

  7. We have a whole dang lot in common!

  8. Math is my worst nightmare. I am unable to help Jakob with his 5th grade math. I am PAYING someone to do that for me. Great for the tutor, not so great for my bank account.


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