Shrimp on the Barbi or Barbi likes shrimp?

Do people with accents know they have one?

It is blazing summer dayz here in chicago. Fourth of july weekend is nearly upon us and I am so stoked. Aaron and I have plans to go out and visit my sister and her family, which consists of a history teaching football coach hubby a tweenie Justice wearing girlie and a fire red head soccer playin lit'l rascal. They've just moved to a bigger home and have invited us to partake in festivity and fun from their scenic view deck.

A few weeks back aaron and I traveled out to The Great State of Michigan to celebrate his sisters marriage. There was a large gathering afterward of friends and family. We drank, swam, chatted, corned holed, and played a round of horse shoes. 

Horseshoes is a game where from a distance of 35 to 50 feet you attempt to toss a 2 1/2 pound horse shoe towards a metal post in the ground. If you manage to connect with the post it is called A Ringer and you get 3 points. There are other scenarios where if you come close you get a few points ie. touchin the pole  (oh my), or bouncin off the pole  (2x oh my). These rules didn't seem to matter to the game I was playing because I didn't come anywhere close to that damn pole, I was horrible at it. Tossing a horseshoe for me was the equivalent of Sister Nun Cheryl trying on a garter belt, it was just not gonna happen

I picked up a guitar once and felt the same sensation. As much as I wanted to be a rocker dude wailing away at strings I just couldn't fathom getting anything pretty to come out of it. I think as I've grown I have been able to determine what it is that I can & can not do.

• I'm not ever going to horseshoe again unless it is with a hammer and I'm nailing one to the foot of a horse while sittin on a bale of hay.  Poor horsey
• I'm never going to learn how to play guitar, maybe a flute, but not a guitar
• I will never become an IT professional, the computer code is alien to me, where did these computer geniuses come from? 
• I will never solve the Rubiks Cube, who are these people that can flip flap their way through one in seconds?
• I will never go running shirtless, I look like ET when Elliot finds him all pale and lying lifeless in a creek.  

I've accepted my life plan w/o these experiences and I'm OK with it, just fine. There's plenty of things I can do like:

• Yell out Teka Pee and Teka Poo in my neighborhood while walkin my 2 yorkies
•  Stir up a pitcher of crystal lite in under 2 mins
• Put a mean set of ponderossa grill marks on aarons steak, got that criss cross action down pat