not about me dear they always try to come back for more... lol

I can kick anyone's ass when it comes to humility.

I can cry with the best of them. With no notice.

ok.....keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better, but hey you might be awesome, I dunno.

I don't need to tell myself that. My bf's already do. Anywho, I think it's time for a beer.

hey we know when we r good

Most covert mattress tag taker EVER!

I can write a little bit, and I can play hockey a little bit. That's all I got....

I'm best in the world at being Elsa.

I'm good at failing students (not lol). I'm good at editing, fair good at teaching but not the best.

no way am i the best in the world, but im very good at crafting, ive made some really nice things.

Making snickerdoodles.

Ummmm... I'm going to go with believing people I am interested in are being honest with me. I'm real good at that. Much to my detriment.

Oh no, I'm the best in the world at that.

I am real good at NOT being good!!!

I'm excellent at a couple things, pretty good at quite a few, can hold my own at most and really suck at surprisingly little...but I'm not the VERY BEST at anything...and that's ok with me. Constantly defending a title would be exhausting.

Best at? Solving other peoples problems. For awhile they called me winston wolf from pulp fiction because of my uncanny problem solving abilities and. Solving them fast under pressure.

But don't call me with a body in your car trunk, or a dead hooker in your hotel room. I'm out of the racket now.

But getting a fully dressed harley davidson motorcycle 18 feet off the ground stuck in a baseball field backstop fence at 3 in the morning without getting caught was pulp fiction in the least. Got that phone call. "Yeah, its me. Need a favor. Pay ya anything. I crashed my bike wiped out on a wet road. I walked to the hospital. I gotta broken pelvis. I'm stuck here. Can you pick up my bike? Its at the corner of 5th and carmen. I love you guys. Thanks.". So my gangsters and I dress in black, grab my black pickup truck with black moving blankets and run over to the intersection of 5th and carmen next to the baseball field. There's nothing there. Noone around. No harley. "WTF?" I said to my freinds. They all shrugged their shoulders and said "Call her back on her cellphone and find out what the hell is going on." So I call her and say "Hey, we are at 5th and carmen girl and we don't see nothing. There's no harley here. Are you sure you got the streets right?" She says "Where are you?" "We are standing right under the street corner sign that says 5th and carmen." She says "Look up in the air." We look up and are completely freaking amazed to see a 620 pound harley hanging by its handlebars 18 feet off the ground wedged into a baseball field backstop fence. Seems when she crashed on the wet road the bike slid into a curb and bounced straight up in the air and got caught in the fence. When we quit laughing my freinds looked at me and said "Ok winston wolf, let's see you solve this problem." I climbed the fence, unbolted the footpegs on the bike, tied a rope on it to my pickup, cut the fence with a boltcutters and lowered it to the ground and had it covered in the back of my pickup in 3 minutes without raising any suspicions and very little noise. That woman that crashed the harley we saved is now on the forbes 500 list of wealthiest people in the world. Oh yeah. Its nice to have freinds. Ha ha ha ha ha!!!

LB.... that was a freakin' riot!!!

Thanks for that.