Setting realistic goals and then focusing on ‘em properly without becoming obsessed with the process until they’re accomplished.
That’s how I got the perfect wife over half a century ago, a military retirement check deposited automatically every month, free health care, Social Security checks deposited every month, a BS, BA, and an MA, a retirement check from the state university system every month, and a 32″ waistline.
One goal was to get a perfect 4.0 in my B.A., but that was perhaps a bit unrealistic, so I hadda settle for a 3.98 and a SCL certificate.
I knew by the time I was 17 that at 5′ 7″ and 168 lbs the goal of Center for the Celtics or QB for the Bears was prob’ly not gonna materialize, so I went with golf as my adult sport and worked my way to a 4 handicap while at Pearl Harbor around 1982-3. When I put the clubs in storage a few years back, it had ballooned to around 12 since I played only about once every 2 weeks. Never could putt for shit.
Guy’s gotta know his limitations as well as his strengths, right?
Laziness.
Laziness and procrastination.
I’m really, really good at those.
Reckon practice makes perfect.
Well, it would if I ever got around to practicing,
so it must come naturally. You know, a gift.
Oh,
and playing the balalaika.
No, wait, sorry. That’s Lara and Tonya (@0m:55s).
Comment by DougM (Well, thaaat sucked!) — November 14, 2012 @ 10:01 am
Squirrel Chasing. My TBI induced ADD has me constantly thinking two things at once. Makes multi tasking simple.
Don’t know if its a gift but I can put up with tons of crap from people at work without flipping out and killing them all.
I try to keep Jesus in my heart, that’s a gift from God. I think the two are connected somehow….
Comment by blindshooter — November 14, 2012 @ 10:32 am
I have no patience and no empathy, but God is a practical joker, and gave me a life demanding both.
karma anyone?
Comment by Paul Moore — November 14, 2012 @ 3:54 pm
I can hit the ground at 300mph and 75 G`s and survive. Acording to the Naval Safety Center no human, prior to me, had survived more than 45 G`s (…aorta ruptured and head decapitated…) Small brane & hard ass may have been a factor……
Comment by Colonel Jerry USMC — November 14, 2012 @ 4:04 pm
I always have exactly enough cowbell.
Comment by Steve Skubinna — November 14, 2012 @ 4:27 pm
Guy told me once I had a systems approach to problem solving.
Musta been digestive system ’cause I gained 20 lbs on that job.
Later I figured out that I was pretty good at skipping steps in the decision tree and arrive at the correct answer pretty quickly.
Now I gotta write myself a memo to decide rye or white bread.
Comment by dick, not quite dead white guy — November 14, 2012 @ 7:26 pm
Being able to interpret all the voices in my head. Except that tall Dominican woman who talks way to fast. (But I give her a little leeway … nice legs and she scares the zombie penguins… )
I guess it would have to be my charming, lovely, adorable personality. Yep, that’s it.
Comment by Alan outback bacon czar — November 14, 2012 @ 9:29 am
Self-control, the ability to wiythstand the desire to kick the living sh*t out of liberals. Of course, the drugs help too.
Comment by Steve_in_CA — November 14, 2012 @ 9:37 am
Being able to pick the one package out of hundreds with a bar code that won’t scan and has at least one digit is unreadable.
Comment by rickn8or — November 14, 2012 @ 9:42 am
I can totally intimidate programmers with my icy stare.
Comment by mojo — November 14, 2012 @ 9:52 am
Setting realistic goals and then focusing on ‘em properly without becoming obsessed with the process until they’re accomplished.
That’s how I got the perfect wife over half a century ago, a military retirement check deposited automatically every month, free health care, Social Security checks deposited every month, a BS, BA, and an MA, a retirement check from the state university system every month, and a 32″ waistline.
One goal was to get a perfect 4.0 in my B.A., but that was perhaps a bit unrealistic, so I hadda settle for a 3.98 and a SCL certificate.
I knew by the time I was 17 that at 5′ 7″ and 168 lbs the goal of Center for the Celtics or QB for the Bears was prob’ly not gonna materialize, so I went with golf as my adult sport and worked my way to a 4 handicap while at Pearl Harbor around 1982-3. When I put the clubs in storage a few years back, it had ballooned to around 12 since I played only about once every 2 weeks. Never could putt for shit.
Guy’s gotta know his limitations as well as his strengths, right?
Comment by bocopro — November 14, 2012 @ 9:59 am
Laziness.
Laziness and procrastination.
I’m really, really good at those.
Reckon practice makes perfect.
Well, it would if I ever got around to practicing,
so it must come naturally. You know, a gift.
Oh,
and playing the balalaika.
No, wait, sorry. That’s Lara and Tonya (@0m:55s).
Comment by DougM (Well, thaaat sucked!) — November 14, 2012 @ 10:01 am
Squirrel Chasing. My TBI induced ADD has me constantly thinking two things at once. Makes multi tasking simple.
Comment by Wollf — November 14, 2012 @ 10:06 am
Empowering organic growth paradigms within enterprises by leveraging proactive win-win synergies of core competencies and B2B mindshares.
Comment by apotheosis — November 14, 2012 @ 10:07 am
*Buzzword Overload*
Comment by mojo — November 14, 2012 @ 10:25 am
Don’t know if its a gift but I can put up with tons of crap from people at work without flipping out and killing them all.
I try to keep Jesus in my heart, that’s a gift from God. I think the two are connected somehow….
Comment by blindshooter — November 14, 2012 @ 10:32 am
Brevity.
Comment by LoudLight — November 14, 2012 @ 11:30 am
Concentra…….
Hey Look!
Comment by Zipser — November 14, 2012 @ 12:42 pm
I like to think I am a good judge of character.
Comment by PeggyU — November 14, 2012 @ 1:26 pm
I can curse, fluently, in two languages.
Comment by MCPO — November 14, 2012 @ 1:36 pm
I have no patience and no empathy, but God is a practical joker, and gave me a life demanding both.
karma anyone?
Comment by Paul Moore — November 14, 2012 @ 3:54 pm
I can hit the ground at 300mph and 75 G`s and survive. Acording to the Naval Safety Center no human, prior to me, had survived more than 45 G`s (…aorta ruptured and head decapitated…) Small brane & hard ass may have been a factor……
Comment by Colonel Jerry USMC — November 14, 2012 @ 4:04 pm
I always have exactly enough cowbell.
Comment by Steve Skubinna — November 14, 2012 @ 4:27 pm
Guy told me once I had a systems approach to problem solving.
Musta been digestive system ’cause I gained 20 lbs on that job.
Later I figured out that I was pretty good at skipping steps in the decision tree and arrive at the correct answer pretty quickly.
Now I gotta write myself a memo to decide rye or white bread.
Comment by dick, not quite dead white guy — November 14, 2012 @ 7:26 pm
I’m pretty good at drinking beer.
Comment by Ragin' Dave — November 14, 2012 @ 7:40 pm
I’ve always had an affinity for operating heavy equipment.
Comment by LostLiberty — November 14, 2012 @ 8:27 pm
Gab
Comment by kinlaw — November 14, 2012 @ 8:45 pm
I think it’s pretty swell that we count amongst us…amongst many other things…having a professional didgeridoo player :)
Comment by SondraK, Queen of my domain — November 14, 2012 @ 8:48 pm
I came up with a recipe for Lemon Chicken that once got me two marriage proposals in a night.
Comment by mech — November 14, 2012 @ 9:20 pm
Pissing off liberals, I have the flattened tires to prove it.
Comment by JoeBandMember® — November 14, 2012 @ 9:46 pm
I have none. There is nothing unique or special about me. I am but a cog in the machine. Only pawn in game of life.
Comment by Annoyed White Male — November 15, 2012 @ 3:19 am
Sarcasm.
Comment by Walt — November 15, 2012 @ 7:26 am
If looks could kill…. :)
Comment by Veranda — November 15, 2012 @ 6:20 pm
Being able to interpret all the voices in my head. Except that tall Dominican woman who talks way to fast. (But I give her a little leeway … nice legs and she scares the zombie penguins… )
Comment by Sean — November 17, 2012 @ 8:55 am