I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I like to toot my own horn. Toot toot!
Okay, not all the time. Just some of the time. And now with today’s #blogtober14 prompt, I can toot my horn guilt-free. Because today, I get to tell you the marvelous things that I have mastered.
Don’t be too intimidated.
1. I snake that bath tub drain like nobody’s business.
I was born into a family with some good hair genetics. I’m super duper thankful for my thick hair (that varies in color depending on my mood). But there’s a price I pay — the price of the clogged bath tub drain. In the past, I tried all of the slurpy durpy bath tub de-cloggers on the market. Nothing could make a dent. Then I decided to get down and dirty. At first I used an untwisted coat hanger. I did that in college when I was sick of dealing with a clogged drain. And then I discovered the snake – which was close to an untwisted coat hanger, but had more “give” and included a spear of velcro at the end to really grab hold of those hairballs. Voila! Drain unclogged. Weirdly enough, unclogging the drain is a favorite past time of mine now.
2. My interpretive dancing will bring you to tears.
I discovered this talent in college when a specially moving rendition of Janet Jackson’s “Again” came on my friend’s iTunes playlist (which was probably downloaded for free from LimeWire). I’m not sure what sparked it, but I just felt like I needed to dance…but I needed to express my emotions. The movements, they just came out of me in ways I never knew were possible. It was like I found a new expression of life, love and the pursuit of alcohol. My friends and I shared a moment, that night. And ever since then, I’ve honed my craft year after year, but still it’s something I can’t bear to share with the public for fear that you’ll burst into tears at the complete onslaught of emotions you’re experiencing (think Will Farrell’s singing voice in “Stepbrothers”…basically that). But just for kicks, let’s all listen to that melodic Janet Jackson song.
3. I make a mean enchilada casserole (so says my hubby).
Earlier this week I shared my favorite apple crisp recipe. But if you ask my hubby, my enchilada casserole is where it’s at. As I consider myself more of a baker, it also comes as a shock to me that someone could think I’m an expert at something that’s considered a pretty typical dinner meal (at least around these parts). But yes, I’ll take that compliment. I do make a mean enchilada casserole. The recipe? Top secret.
I’m sure I could list a whole slew of other things I’m an expert at, but I don’t want you all to feel too self conscious so I’ll stop there. What are you an expert at? Feel free to post in the comments (I promise we’ll bow down and praise you for your expertise).
But not really in conclusion (other writing-related news):
I don’t usually tack on topics like this, but today I’ll make an exception. Why? Because today, it’s official people. I hit my first 50,000 word goal that I set back when I started writing a book.
Hurray! Break out the champagne! Or the culvers concrete mixer! Yes, that will do nicely, thank you.
Next up? Tackling NaNoWriMo. And for those just catching up, that stands for National Novel Writing Month where the intent is to write 50,000 words in just one month. It’s the second half of my goal. And I’m definitely pumped and ready for some heavy planning over the next two weeks. In fact, I just went to my first NaNoWriMo planning meeting tonight. I was a bit apprehensive, but I had no reason to be.
It was great to once again be surrounded by fellow writers trying to figure out plot details, Gaelic names, the difference between types of robots and more (this was just a sprinkling of the conversations I overheard). I look forward to getting to know these creative folk better and becoming an expert at yet another thing.
Anyway. Happy trails and what not!