Guess what challenge number three is for the Bloggers and Tiaras pageant?

Talent. By 9pm central time this Thursday I need to post a picture or video displaying my awesome talents.

First I need to figure out if I have any talents… Honestly it’s a little bit depressing to think and think and think and think and think… and nothing comes to mind.

I asked my husband who first thought of the same thing I did… I have good grammar. Which is surprising because I have very little knowledge of the why’s or the how’s… Maybe I wasn’t paying a lot of attention but when it comes to the dry hard facts, my husband knows way more than I do. But I think I have a pretty good grasp of grammar and I mostly write by feel. Or like instinctually what looks and sounds right. Correct? I don’t know. This all sounds terribly boring to me. I could edit a newspaper and take pictures of all the typos I can find. But really… that sounds like a poor use of my time. And boring – did I mention boring?

Then he said I am talented at making beautiful children… because my children are not boring. But am I the only one hearing the words “cop out” echoing through the room… loudly?

And that’s all HE came up with – my own husband who thinks the sun shines out my … anyway, really, isn’t that sad? After almost twenty seven years on this planet, shouldn’t I have acquired some sort of talent? I mean, I have some skills. Like I can cook pasta really well and I’m pretty good at baking. I read… really well. I’m pretty good at telling bed time stories and changing dirty diapers. But not necessarily any better than anyone else? I’m probably super talented at feeling sorry for myself. But again… cop out.

So maybe now is a good time to start believing in a god that I can pray to who can give me a talent before 9pm central time this Thursday. Cause seriously dudes, time’s a wasting. And I’m betting all those other pageant entrants are just chock full of talent. They probably juggle while riding unicycles and singing the National Anthem in Pig Latin. Upside down. I’m in trouble.