I’m looking for statements borne from pride from all of you.
Some of us make a very kick-ass pumpkin cheesecake. Others remember all their classmates’ names back to kindergarten. Someone else shot a hole in one while playing a round by herself. Another has a peculiar last name with four z’s in it.
Let’s try to keep the “I became a father” and “I raised four beautiful children” to a minimum unless there’s something particularly interesting about it.
Thanks,
Qazzz
I thought you were going to brag about your ability to reenact that scene, complete with photographic proof.
Grumble.
I have the biggest dandelions on my block.
Yay me!
Yay dandelions!
I just got back my latest OU math assignment. I was tired when I typed it up and didn’t have a good feeling about it at all. It came back graded 98%. 
My first semester in college, I went to the first day in the lecture hall of a Trig class, and the prof explained grading options. One option was to bank your entire grade on the final. I walked out at the end of the hour, and never went back. No Mon-Wed lectures, no Tuesday-Thursday clinics. Opened the book two days before the final, studied in between studying for my other finals and got a 98 on the final, and an A in the class.
I’m envious, I only got an 85% in that Applied Statistics final I took with high fever! pout
The other day, looking through old pics with Mom, we ran again into one that, sadly, Dad never took. When I was 11 (so my cousin was 10), we went on a day trip to Montserrat, stopping at the Ermita de Monistrol on the way down. The first two churches pictured here are that one. The vertical wall right behind it isn’t shown.
Because Dad had been In Charge, we’d had time to visit the Monastery and get back down to the Ermita by 10:30, so Coz and me had about 3 hours of fooling about before lunch; our brothers weren’t there, having been taken to a soccer match by Grandpa, which means we didn’t need to Set An Example or anything. We climbed that wall, piano piano, took us about one hour to get all the way up. When we got there, we ran into several grown-up, male climbers with ropes, harnesses, nailed boots… who stared at these two girls like they’d never seen little kids before.
The way down took us much longer, we started wrong and had to go back up before finding the right way; Dad grumped at us being a bit late but nobody thought there was anything unusual about us climbing up and down a 100-m wall that “pros” were tackling with harness and rope 
I’ve climbed other vertical walls without rope; doing it with a rope is, for me, much worse. I get “can’t escape” anxiety attacks, with the rope. You won’t catch me in one of those urban rockodromes where they tie you within one inch of your life for a mere 20m climb if you pay me. But a natural 100m wall? Sure, will we have sandwiches at the top or after coming back down?
Nava’s wall climbing experience prompted me to remember that I once rapelled “australian style” (facing the ground) off a 300+ foot cliff called the Devil’s Courthouse. It felt like flying.
I thought we were going to talk about minor stuff! Having never seen Breakfast Club, I’ll just say - I make apple cake to die for. If you ever had it, you’d know.
I make an awesome lasagna.
Cheesy and flavourful, and just goes down so easily you hardly realize you ate it that fast and have to go back for more.
Anytime I serve it up for people I get compliments, and yet it’s not that hard (takes me an hour and a half max from start to serve) so I wonder why people rave about it. :dubious:
When you’re playing the Original Master of Orion game (Published 14 years ago) the game pops up a picture of ramdom space ship and you have to pick from eight differant names. You’re meant to look in the manual and look up the name to prove you own a legal copy of the game. Having lost the manual years ago I can still rely on my memory to name the ship right every time. (About 50ish ships).
Also, I know all eight username/password combinations I use at work off the top of my head. And all the phone numbers for all the branches in my area of the company & all the numbers for the companies I call. I know many many numbers.
42?
Unless the OP is a guy. :eek:
OK, yeah, everyone’s got something they can do…I guess, not to be repetitive but my pumpkin bread kicks ass. My secrets are sift everything twice, and wrap it up while it’s still warm and it will stay very moist.
And I make an all-hand-sewn baby quilt for every new baby I hear about. OK, not every, every new baby, but ones with whom I have at least a tenuous connection.
When I donate blood, I can fill a bag really fast. It seems to creep out the other donors, though.
I can also pinch people with my toes.
I’ve had a dull life, so this is kind of it for accomplishments for me.
I can make any kind of cookie you can name and do it well. My best is one I call a homemade Twix. Shortbread, topped with carmel (from scratch, not the “unwrap the Kraft crap” nonsense) and then topped with chocolate. mmmmmmmm. People keep asking me for that recipe, but I keep conviently forgetting to give it to them. Gotta give them a reason to keep inviting me to stuff. 
This stuff is great! Thanks for the responses.
I’m a guy and used to be able to sing a soprano high C pretty easily, but now I’d have to work up to it. I’ve always been more confident in my falsetto singing than my chest singing.
Hmmmm and my phone number when I was younger consisted of only three digits - something like 321-223-1312.
And after a year of not exercising and eating pretty much whatever I wanted, my cholesterol levels are better than they were last year. 
I’m an insurance agent. When I do an insurance quote the rates are priced by territory (zip code). We have a list of the 55 closest cities and their zip codes. I stopped using the list long ago since I now have them memorized.
Also, I have about 3,000 clients and on sight I can remember their names.
I can spin almost anything symmetrical and not top heavy on my finger: balls, frisbee, CD cases, drinks tray, chopping board, plates, the list goes on. My mum is so proud
Me too! At one point I had close to a 4 octave range, from about an E over high C on down to low G on the bass clef.
I don’t get brain freezes. I can suck down half a milkshake and give a soppy ice-cream smile to all of the others writhing in pain on the ground.
I have near-perfect reference book opening skills. Need to find info? I can flip open a text book, dictionary, atlas, etc to the relevant chapter on the first attempt. I am currently trying to evolve the skill into “first-time convoluted obscure google query ‘I feel lucky’ power”.
That one too. You know the question, just as I did.