And – in the last of my own personal awards season – the lovely and talented Kelly of Startup Wife gave me a blog award! Thanks, dearie!

The rules state that I must list six things I am a master of. Then I am required to pass this award onto six bloggers who are masters at friendship and making blogging awesome. Here goes…

1. Skiing. Listen, I’m not headed to the Olympics anytime soon. But I have been skiing since I was two. And I can get down a mountain. Skiing is quite possibly the only time I feel graceful. There’s nothing quite as exhilarating as soaring down a wide swath of white, sending up ephemeral geysers of snow at each turn, feeling the cold on your cheeks and the forces of gravity and momentum pulling you down. I love it. And I’m good at it. Not great. Not expert. But good.

2. Reading. I have devoured six books since Christmas. I routinely read between 10 and 50 pages of editorial or sales copy a day. I do tons of research for the writing I do, which involves tons of reading. By now, I’m pretty darn good at it.

3. Tact. This probably comes from years of writing workshops, teaching writing classes, and editing others’ work. But I am very good at addressing problematic issues in a way that doesn’t get people’s panties in a bunch. Have a situation that needs to be handled with kid gloves? I’m your gal.

4. Watching TV. Some people get sick of TV. This rarely EVER happens to me. I love it. I watch pretty much anything – excluding cartoons, daytime soap operas, news, and most sports. Cooking shows. Home and garden shows. Sitcoms. Dramas. Reality TV. Game shows. I watch episodes I’ve already seen 10 times – as long as I haven’t seen that episode too recently. I could sit on the couch and watch 20 hours of consecutive broadcasting. I love it.

5. Traveling. I fly a decent amount for work. Couple that with living at least two plane rides away from parents… the need to travel for three funerals, four weddings, a honeymoon, and a graduation in the past couple of years, and I have become a master traveler these past few years. It’s gotten so I am on autopilot for most of my trips. Probably because I really HATE flying. And everything involving the airport/airplanes/security/taxis. At this point, I feel pretty certain that you could tell me I needed to get to anywhere in the world… and I could plan the trip, pack for it, and get to my destination with no muss and no fuss.

6. Following Rules. I hate breaking rules. It makes me totally anxious and stressed out. So you will never find me cutting in line or sliding through stop signs or cheating at Trivial Pursuit. (Is that even possible?) This is why Husband and I frequently debate about what the term “speed limit” means. I believe a speed limit of 35 means that you can’t go over 35. He believes that it means you can go 40 miles per hour comfortably. This makes me nervous. If you’re going 40 in a 35, you’re BREAKING THE RULES. Okay, the LAW, in this case. Yes, I realize that most cops won’t pull you over for going five miles over the speed limit. But that doesn’t mean that you aren’t BREAKING THE RULES. I guess the moral of the story here is that you don’t want to be caught driving behind me when you’re late for work.

What are you a master in…

Melissa at Duoly Noted

Jessica at Acting Adult

Laura at Prone to Wander

Erin at Just One Week

B at Law School Wife

Liz at Will There Be Cake?