DaltonGirl has given me a wedgie (and I am NEVER forgiving her, no matter how many conference talks she quotes).
I may have accidentally forgotten to flush, causing an international incident.
I was not named Miss Congeniality. It wasn't even close. It may have been because of the whole flushing thing. Who can tell?
It was discovered and widely reported that I have a swearing problem, when really I didn't say anything you can't find in the Bible (well, that one swear is in the Bible, just not with dumb
in front of it). And Miss Congeniality said the "S" word 18,000 times while telling her story about the accidental Ambien overdose. And she still gets to be Miss Congeniality AND I DON'T...AND IT'S NOT FAIR!
I found I can function well with only 2 hours of sleep (but my feelings are much more tender. So is my butt, but that is DaltonGirl's fault - 100%).
I found that when someone wants you to report on your goals, they really want you to report on what they think your goals should be.
I realized that I hate control freaks. Unless they're me. And there are two sides to every story, but I still think my side is right. So there.
I was a really good mom for 4 hours straight - a new record. And I learned that you should regularly tell your kids what you like about them. Because, really, who doesn't love THAT?
I realized that someone I thought was a mean grumpypants who hated me was a really wonderful person who likes me, a lot, and just has a grumpypants face. Which is unfortunate, but now I know the truth, and I feel bad for not loving her all this time - and yet, the ironicalistic* thing is that she still likes me.
I ate one ton of trail mix, and an entire pack of gum in one sitting.
I had at least one epiphany, but I've forgotten it. Darn that lack of sleep!
I found a website
that says I am good looking, and discusses the possibility of me suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. Neat, neat fun.
I was reminded that I have a great big beautiful group of friends - comrades at arms, really - that I love serving with. I am very lucky.
I was also reminded that my husband is a saint. I'm not kidding. I am very very lucky. (And he's hot, too).
I realized I love what I do, and I'm good at it. So, let's get it started!