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Things I Am A-OK At:

1. Teaching.

2. Decorating a house. When I was younger, I thought that the true sign of adulthood was matching coffee tables, matching end tables, entertainment centers, you name it. Now, though, our house if filled with pieces of furniture meaningful to us. Stuff from our grandparents, from the quonset at the farm, from auction sales. Our house is bright and funky and hip and fun and filled with pictures of those we love/are loved by. I may quit this whole teaching gig and offer my services to the community-at-large. Matchy matchy is lame.

3. Homosexual activities.

4. Cleaning a house. I learned from the best: my mother. Growing up, Saturdays meant it was time to make the trailer sparkle. When we were really little, my sister and I would put the Footloose soundtrack on the record player and somersault our way across the living room while my mom vacuumed and dusted. As soon as we got big enough to wield vacuums and Pledge, we took over. The Footloose soundtrack still played a vital role.

5. Recommending books to read. I've got a stellar list that can be yours for one low, low price.

6. Loving up kids.

7. Knowing European and Asian capitals.


Things I Am Not So A-OK At:

1. Knowing Central and South American capitals.

2. Sleeping. My mind never shuts up.

3. Remembering the exact definition of "bemused."

4. Getting into movies that B really likes and says I will really like, too.

5. Using anything else on my hair other than a curling iron and Suave hairspray.

6. Handwriting.

7. Not being sarcastic, obnoxious, and/or judge-y.