I like to smile. Thank goodness I have some beaver sized teeth to fill up my face.
When I put my mind to it, I get shit done. (Well, other than this post? Fail) See also my posts about running 57 miles in a week, moving and unpacking in approximately 48 hours, and the post about hanging garage cabinets – by myself. I think that this trait was instilled by my father through his weekend
A priest, a rabbi, and Abe Lincoln walk into a bar….. Actually my humor is more sarcastic and observational. I think some of that comes across in the blog but probably not all. Most of it is timing which is good since I played percussion for 8 years. (I can still play a bit if given the right motivation.)
Almost to a fault, I am extremely humble. I KNOW this doesn’t come across in the blog – which is by design. I honestly don’t think that my humility is a good thing, especially in the uber type A business/technology consulting space. If I am not around type A women trying to “show up the man”, I’m around type A men trying to nuzzle up to executives. For the most part, I let my grandpa do the bragging for me. He is always much better spoken than I am. Of course, the only exception to my humility is when talking about two things: The size of my junk and how awesome my yard is. Sometimes I’ll do both! “So, I was standing outside naked looking at my yard….”
I have the gift of gab. This is likely driven primarily by my inquisitive nature. I can have a 15 minute conversation with about anyone. If you don’t believe me, let me know and I’ll give you a call.
I think that anyone who participates in long distance running has to be a bit stubborn and a lot dedicated… or possibly a masochist. Who else would participate in a sport that requires nearly constant training for a handful of primary marathon races at peak performance? Of course, my wife is nearly as stubborn as I am, which makes arguments particularly “fun”.
I honestly believe that being a husband is a trait – much like being a parent. You’ve seen the people who don’t have the husband trait. They are the ones who, after getting married, are still in college frat boy mode. They walk around with their collars popped yelling “I shower in that shit”.
Since I am so late on finishing this post out, I figured that everyone who has seen one of these has already been tagged. However, if you haven’t – consider yourself on the hook for 7 traits!