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Just kidding. What few weird skills/talents I have either aren't that weird or just aren't that productive.
(And they don't make me a nightmare for other people...unless someone's nightmare is someone who fairly accurately mimics sounds that they hear)
View attachment 77398
Just kidding. What few weird skills/talents I have either aren't that weird or just aren't that productive.
(And they don't make me a nightmare for other people...unless someone's nightmare is someone who fairly accurately mimics sounds that they hear)
my Heavenly Father is molding me better than my earthly parents,and i am going to Return to Him one day.Do you have any skills or abilities you have learnt that are slightly quirky or odd? Maybe unexpected? Is there a heart felt story behind how you came to learn this skill and who was involved? Is it a fond memory, or one you would rather soon be forgotten?
So, I'll go first...
When I was young, we didn't have many toys so my brother and I would find creative ways to muse ourselves. It was during one particular school holiday when I was about seven years old, I was watching my dad build or fix something using a variety of tools from hammers to power tools. I was intrigued and asked if I could use them too. For two days, my dad taught me how to use the hammer, saw and cordless drill with his careful instruction (and probably a lot of barking about how I was doing it wrong). But he made sure that I knew how to use these things well then left me to my own devices. I had so much fun exploring ways to use these things and was eventually building things like slanted kids size seats and things.
When ever a fence was built, cement was paved, house needed to be painted, trees chopped down, even as a little girl, my father involved myself and my brother and gave us quite some responsibility in the process. He always instructed us on how to do it right to the point he felt it was safe to walk away for a little break (maybe that's why he taught us!).
Now, at work, if hooks need to go in the wall or something needs to be nailed in, I usually volunteer before they call in the handy man since I feel quite at home with a drill or hammer in my hand.
So, after that long walk down memory lane, what's your story?
I have a nice little collection of quirky and odd skills that I may or may not ever need to use again.
-I taught myself how to root rose cuttings, and had a mist propagation system built out of a weird collection of household items that I could use to get a very nice root system established on a green cutting in as little as 10 days. Had hundreds of little roses potted in my back yard, years ago.
-I know how to milk a dairygoat, band a goat, birth a goat, trim goat hooves, give a goat injections, clip a goat for show, register and show a goat. Yep... never gonna need any of that.
-I know how to make a fishing net. (My grandfather was a professional fisherman in the Mississippi back in the day. He made his own nets.)
-I know how to apply henna, face paint, or glitter tattoos. That actually is a useful and relevant skill for me, but ya know. It's a little odd.
Do you have any skills or abilities you have learnt that are slightly quirky or odd? Maybe unexpected? Is there a heart felt story behind how you came to learn this skill and who was involved? Is it a fond memory, or one you would rather soon be forgotten?
So, I'll go first...
When I was young, we didn't have many toys so my brother and I would find creative ways to muse ourselves. It was during one particular school holiday when I was about seven years old, I was watching my dad build or fix something using a variety of tools from hammers to power tools. I was intrigued and asked if I could use them too. For two days, my dad taught me how to use the hammer, saw and cordless drill with his careful instruction (and probably a lot of barking about how I was doing it wrong). But he made sure that I knew how to use these things well then left me to my own devices. I had so much fun exploring ways to use these things and was eventually building things like slanted kids size seats and things.
When ever a fence was built, cement was paved, house needed to be painted, trees chopped down, even as a little girl, my father involved myself and my brother and gave us quite some responsibility in the process. He always instructed us on how to do it right to the point he felt it was safe to walk away for a little break (maybe that's why he taught us!).
Now, at work, if hooks need to go in the wall or something needs to be nailed in, I usually volunteer before they call in the handy man since I feel quite at home with a drill or hammer in my hand.
So, after that long walk down memory lane, what's your story?