I’m participating again this week in Lisa Reiter’s Bite-Size Memoir Challenge. As just a reminder – the rules are 150 words or 10 “I remember” statements.
This week, Lisa gives us the following:
10 out of 10 is our theme but I’ll leave it to you to pick anything you excel at, be it a hobby, academia or even a certain strand of trivia. We’ll be glad to hear of the ordinary as much as the extraordinary or if you want to take a funny look at an obsessive part of your life or character, choose a trait you ‘excel’ at.
It took me a little bit this morning to figure out exactly I wanted to write about. I don’t know if it’s this in-born Mid-Western humility, but when I was thinking about it, I really couldn’t come up with anything that I was a 10 out of 10 at doing or being. There are a ton of things that I’m good at. There are a few things that I’m really good at. But when it comes down to it, there’s not much that I can think of that I’m excellent at. I think I’m an excellent listener (although I could use some practice) but how do you distill that particular skill into small piece of memoir? I’m also really good at remaining calm and collected under pressure. Good at being a student (just OK at being a teacher). I’m a pretty good gardener. I’m a good dog mommy. But again – how do you boil that down into something that makes a good memoir?
…and then I had a vague recollection of an evening out with friends that wound up in an unfamiliar dive bar with a karaoke contest. That was certainly a time that I was a 10 out of 10!
Y’all remember that time when we went to the dive karaoke bar? No, the other time. Nope, that other time. No, no, no…the time that I won the contest and collected a $50 bar tab that they wouldn’t let us use that night and then we never went back there to use it because the place was just that…skeevy? Yeah, that time. I can’t remember what song I sang to get me to the finals, but I sure do remember the one I sang to win. It was calculated and by design – with the Pussy Cat Song (warning – NSFW, although it’s innuendo), there was no way that any one in that crusty little dive bar was going to beat me.
I’ve scored excellent at choir competitions, sung “God Bless America” in front of 500 people two days after 9-11, rocked my wedding reception. But winning that karaoke contest was definitely the time when I was a 10 out of 10.
What about y’all? What are you a 10 out of 10 at doing or being? Let me know in the comments or join us at Lisa’s site.