Some folks just don't know when to quit...

Well, one thing I absolutely suck at, but still and forever keep on trying, is darts! I can't throw a dart to save my life. Ok, I can throw them, but I never hit anything I'm aiming at! I get some fluke shots off, certainly, even some bullseyes, but RARELY am able to actually hit that number 20 when I'm aiming at it. And I can't really sing that well, but I do it incessantly. I sing all the time. I've sung on Singsnap. I've put myself out there in front of the world, EVEN SHOWING MY FACE, which just adds to the humiliation I could feel if I allowed myself to feel it, but I still did it. I've got three songs out there, for crissake!!! These days, I'm making my jewelry, and I don't yet know if any of it will sell, but I'm cranking away at it, because I'm entering a "show" in April and I've got to get a lot of inventory done up before then. It's sculpted from a molding compound, baked and then painted. I happen to love it. But it's primitive, ya know? It's faaaaar from perfect. But people I show it too seem to love it. Ack! I'm so ambivilant about it all. But I'm going to keep doing it - I'm going to make as many earrings as I can before the time the show starts and I'm going to put it out there for the "world" to see. Oh yes I am. What I'm really hoping is that people will not only like it, but BUY it!! I really wanna make some sales! Oh yes, I probably should tell you that the earrings are all flowers and grape clusters, predominantly the flowers. Roses, daisies, coneflowers, sunflowers and then there are the ones I don't know what to call other than "shelley flowers". WHy am I going on so about all of this? I dunno. But I think I'm trying to answer your question, Jeffela. Ooooh, and speaking of rhyme? I love to write poetry - I've written several right here on the Lot. And I'm going to work on one for you, my stalkee. Mine do rhyme. I can't write any other way other than rhyming. I was heavily influenced by R.L. Stevenson, the way all of his poetry has a particular rhythm, a cadence, and to save my life, I can't write any other way than by using that same rhythm, that same cadence, that he does. It's the way the rhymes appear in my brain! Ah well. I think I'll stop rambling and get busy on that poem.......or something.......I do tend to remble, oh yeah, something you'll find out as we continue our lil friendship here.....so, till then, I'll see ya on the radio!!!!!

Good for them!! Never say die, after all. But to add to the fun-- I can't cook worth a hoot. You do not want to try my attempts at bread. (Neither did my dogs. They just looked at it, pushed it around a bit, then looked at me like I was poisoning them.) I do make some things very well, and I stick with those!! When I experiment, I make sure nobody's home to see. And comment!

Sure I know someone who refuses to quit....ME! I can't play basketball to save my life. No I take that back, I am actually a great basketball player if you think that scoring 10 points for the other team before your coach takes you off the floor, denotes talent. Now volleyball, I can't play that to save my life. No really...I cower when the ball comes towards me and when I serve I end up smacking the ball of off the head of someone in the front line. Can't play guitar either. My fingers are too short but that doesn't stop me from taking lessons with my 12 year old every Saturday. And under NO circumstances whatsoever should I ever be involved in a room remodeling project. Didn't stop me from putting on a tool belt and swinging a mallet into the ONLY wall that was drywall in the otherwise all plaster room. And I won't even tell you about the window weight that almost gave me a concussion or the 4 inch rusted hand made nail that found its way embedded in my foot through a pair of steel toed boots. There's plenty of things I know I have no right attempting to do but I will. It adds to my tenacity. And I have a duty to anyone else suffering from schadenfreuda to provide a service with my pain and humility. :)

I do know someone like that............ME! I can never keep up to my friends discussions. I always get there a day or two late. Like now. You posted this on Tuesday and by my clock it's now Thursday. But I never give up 'cause I'm such a suck up..........and I can't rhyme either. LOL Can I have Shamus's number? I think we have a lot in common! ROFL

Well, I don't do poetry. Not at all. I have sang many a karaoke, and when enebriated I always thought I was pretty good. And I don't ever attempt it in public unless I am, need that courage, doncha know. I have always sang to the radio and my CD's (used to be tapes in the old days), very often in the car while driving. Cause, what else is there to do on a long boring drive, right? I suck at political debates, because I truly try to just stay out of most of the crap, cause that's all it is. Just a big soap opera of bs anyway. Promises, they never keep, help that never comes, yada yada yada. Oh, you talk about Elaine, OMG! Freakin hilarious. My hubby dances like that, only with big rubber boots. You gotta see it to believe it and he's gotta be right loaded to do it, because he knows he looks hilariously silly. Oh, it is making me laugh just thinking about it. I used to think I danced pretty good, but that, again, was probably enebriation clouding my judgement and performance.

Some people just suck at trying to be a good role model, and they don't get how arrogant they look and they need to quit. I suck at video games and I never had the interest to try again.