We can't be good at everything, right?!

I have come to accept that there are some things in life that I will never perfect, or dare I say, I will be bad at some things.  For example, I cannot sew to save my life.  Seriously, go ask my mom about the smiley face hot pad I made in 7th grade home ec class.  The smiley face's eyes were connected because I could not figure out how to lift the needle so the thread would not continue.  It was a nice laugh for the whole family...until report card time.

While the sewing comes in at things Anne is BAD at, there are other things that fall into the mediocre category.  You know, things that are not good or bad - they are just, well, nothing to be proud of or brag about.   Here would be cutting things.  Yes, with a knife.  While I am a food chopping, package opening, paper cutting whiz at home - the same cannot be said at family gatherings or in public places.   For some reason every time I leave the sanctity of my own home I cannot use a sharp object without cutting myself.  Again, ask my family about the time I held up Thanksgiving dinner because I was at the ER getting my sliced open finger fixed.  Or the time I put a screwdriver into my hand while trying to put batteries in a Christmas toy Noelle received.  Yup, I am mediocre when it comes to sharp objects.

An area where I am unsure if I am bad or mediocre or just dumb is spelling.  Trust me, I use spell check like it is going out of style.  I cringe every time I look through handwritten school notes because I KNOW those words just are not right.  I thought I was likely the world's worst speller...that is, until I saw this...

My sister called my laughing hysterically one day to talk about what was happening in her apartment parking lot.  The apartment management had blocked off the lot so that they could put down parking stripes (which come in quite handy when, you know, parking).  I could not figure out what was so funny until she sent me this picture:

That's right.  All SEVEN signs put up by the management insisted that the lots would be "stripped" that day.  I almost wondered if I should send over a person from Rick's Cabaret to help out....

So, you see, I am not a bad speller...I am a mediocre speller.