In comparison to my spouse, I have a lousy immune system. In comparison to the world, I lack coordination.
- I was the child who came down with strep throat after every sleep over,
- Was written a prescription for glasses at the age of three (thick pink rims and lenses that were as wide as a magnifying glass),
- came down with bronchial Pneumonia before the age of ten,
- has a face that attracts stray soccer, baseballs and basketballs whenever I spectate a sport
- fell off a horse and landed herself a concussion in the third grade,
- had her gall bladder removed six weeks after delivering Eliza
- AND scored herself an awesome case of mono during her Senior year of high school. Andrew was two months away from leaving on his mission and at the time, we were definitely kissing buddies. Despite the frequent "contact", he stayed healthy and well (AND MORALLY CHASTE!). Sorry, I had to add that in for when my kids read this blog.
I use to have a super human metabolism and super human bad eating habits. If you want to know why I have so much black in my closet, it's because i'm still mourning the loss. I'm in the process of coping . It's shaking off my super human lack of motivation to exercise that's proven to be the issue there.
Now for the positive. I have super human hair that grows wicked fast. My hair is thick, brown and versatile. My eye lashes are likewise plentiful. My sister recently reminded me that I had a hairy back as a child (THAT'S NO LONGER TRUE!!) and I remember as an elementary student LOATHING the hair on my arms. Before the days of desiring a chin, I wanted hairless arms.
Belonging to the same "dead cells that make things grow" family, are fingernails. My nails have always grown quickly and (for whatever reason) are totally strong. They're almost weapon like! This gift has blessed me with super human back scratching powers; a skill that most certainly belongs on my resume.
The inspiration behind this lamest of lame posts occurred after I accidentally snagged Henry's ear with my thumb nail. I was chasing him down after he swiped a crayon. His mischievous smile made his intent to autograph the wall obvious. One thing led to another, and my weapon like finger nail accidentally made contact. I can't find the mark, am certain he's recovered and at this moment, he is playing in the bucket of blocks with his sister.
Henry's super human strength is his laugh and ability to charm the world.
Eliza's super human strength is her ability to befriend just about anyone.
Andrew took the kids to the park while I grocery shopped last night. As I began quizzing Eliza about the park, she excitedly told me about her new friends. Andrew jumped into explain that two 10 year old girls wouldn't let her go down the slide. Eliza, recognizing these girls for what they were (an audience), sat down on the step below and began doing what she does best. Talking. It wasn't long before she won them over and became their third wheel for the remainder of the evening.
I just finished the final installment in the Uglies series by Scott Westerfeld. Has anyone else read them? The third book, Specials, could also have something to do with today's entry. I just have to say that I was a little miffed that Tally chose the boy she chose (not wanting to give anything away) in the second book. I'd probably receive more feedback if I was talking to a group of 8th graders.
What are your super human abilities?