It doesn't take any skill at all. It just takes a dash of mania and a sprinkle of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). Voila, I can accomplish anything but relaxation!
I get all sorts of plans for hobbies aka "danged fool ideas". I'll do something totally off the wall, for instance...I took up sewing for a couple weeks. A guy coworker who was a good friend commented on how his wife would like a dress like I had made myself. I looked up the measurments for the size he said she was and made her a custom dress overnight and had it to give to him the next day. He had a shocked look to say the least but "got me" so it was cool.
I am a poster child for what a grown difficult child turns into, after the rock bottom, financial woes, legal troubles and life disasters pass by. : )
As for my difficult child. last night I went and spoke with the person who was the victim of this situation, aside from me that is. He seemed to down play it all but I sense there was more to it all. If nothing else it served to remind this person of who difficult child really is. While visiting my baby diva did something cute. Went to see other family today for a visit and they already knew the cute thing she had done. *bangs head on wall* So I am assuming some sort of other tid bits had been passed on along and there is a murmur that maybe maybe maybe settled some dust on our road. difficult child isn't looking great but they tolerate him so I couldn't ask for more. It will be easier for him to get a new reputation as he matures than it would be for me to have to redeem myself so too bad for him.
All's well that ends well or in our neck of the woods; "All's insane as it always was but no new excitement".
I really must stop going to these lengths to amuse myself. lol by the way, we drink beer IN our pool. It's an above ground, inflatable top, walmart number. The guys just get out to go tinkle behind the machine shed. We are a class act!! (I can't believe I just admitted that)