FFA "Anything you can do I can do better..."

FFA Topic #13 What is something you are completely fantastic at, and what is something you are really crappy at? (For example, I am particularly good at ending sentances in prepositions...)

Okay, so first, let me address what I'm really bad at because that list is longest and easiest to create. I am REALLY bad at remembering things. I've posted about this before but I really think it's worth repeating because just this week I've been kicking myself for all the stupid crap I keep forgetting. Exhibit A. We're prepping for Girls' Camp and one of my YW asked if I could take her to the cannery to pick up some cans for one of our crafts. Well sure I can! Except that I forgot. So she calls me as I'm on my way to Jenni's for strawberry shortcake and says, "Maybe you just didn't get my message or didn't have time..." Twist the knife by thinking the best of me why don't you? I felt like such a dork. So I tell her we'll do it the next day (yesterday) at 10A and that I'll even set a reminder on my cell phone so I don't forget. So yesterday morning, I'm toodling around, doing what I do, when I look at the clock and its 10:15 and I have two kids still in their jammies. I wonder why the cell phone alarm didn't work but then realize it DOES work, but if its in the my purse on the other side of the house I'm probably not going to hear it. Bother. I call her apologizing like a madwoman and buy her lunch when we're done to make it up to her. What the crap? Exhibit B. Gas prices are really high. $4 a gallon, my friends. Normally this wouldn't bother me, but for some reason, $4 is the breaking point for me and I'm super conscious of "extra trips." So I'm hosting a Wildtree Tasting tonight and needed to buy some groceries. Well, while I'm out ISO cans I decide that I'll stop at the grocery store and pick up a couple of things that I needed for the tasting. Pick them up, pat myself on the back for combining trips and saving gas. Until I get home and start putting it away and realize that I forgot pasta. Crap. I need to make another trip. So on my way home from my brother in law's house last night, I stop and buy pasta, annoyed at my forgetfullness but still proud of myself for stopping on my way home so it's not like a specific trip. Until I get home and am putting stuff away and double check my list (the little Scott-in-my-head is saying, "You should have just taken your list with you the first time you went!" Well, of course I should have, little-Scott-in-my-head, but I didn't. I forgot!!) and see that I forgot to get a baguette. CRAP! So today I have to go back to the store for A BAGUETTE. One. That's all. A big fat waste of gas. I really swear that I've not always been this way. Erica was right--it all started when I had Jack and got the disease I like to call "Placenta Brain." How my midwife managed to whisk my brain away with the placenta is beyond me but if this gets worth with age/more kids, I'm really in trouble.'

What am I really good at? This is a hard question to answer. Of course, mostly because I'm too self-depreciating (read: too at one with my lameness) to think of something, but also because I'm sorta good at a lot of things but not really good at any one thing. The only thing I could come up with is that however forgetful and unreliable I may be, I am a good friend and I am generous (to a fault!) I would give anything I could give to anyone who needs it. I grew up on welfare in a trailer but I was taught (by example and precept) that you ALWAYS give as much as you can. I personally love this personality trait in myself. It feels good to serve my friends. To do silly things like take flowers to an 8 year old for her baptism, to make a list on a napkin of 50 reasons why I love a friend, to be trusted to watch dear friends' little boy...those little things make me happy because they make someone else happy. Just yesterday I was reading "Love is a Verb" by Mary Ellen Edmunds and she was talking about how she hopes that "Them Up There" know that they can count on her. That "They" can see a need down here but say, "It's okay, Edmunds is on her way." This desire to be an instrument to serve is very real for me. This is why it makes me so crazy that I'm so forgetful because I feel wretched when it's the end of the month and I realize I haven't done my visiting teaching (and even worse when one of the sweet ladies I visit teach asks if she's offended me because I haven't talked to her. UGH! Shot through the heart!), when I forget to pick up a YW to take her to get cans--it just makes me crazy to let people down!! I'm going to stop blogging now and go make Visiting Teaching appointments. ;o)