Things I Learned This Week: 6/9/07

Because I want to spare you from experiencing some of the things I endured over the last few days, I post “Things I Learned This Week” each Saturday. It’s educational, sometimes insightful and for some reason it never makes me look good. I hope that knowing about at least one item on this list will make your upcoming week much easier. So here are the “Things I Learned This Week” for the week of 6/3/07-6/9/07.

! I learned that when someone made a huge mistake at work, no matter how true my statement that ‘you all know me, I’m the least proactive person here’ might be, it still doesn’t portray me in a good light.

! I learned that not everyone who reads my blog (reference yesterday’s comments) knows satire when they see it. Sadly, this also holds true at work and at home. Despite the stats, I still think it’s everyone else that has the problem.

! I learned that ironing pants is more difficult than I had imagined. Fortunately, no one at work seemed to notice that all of my pants last week had three creases on each leg. At least they didn’t say anything to me, but there were sure a lot of chuckles every time I left the room.

! I learned that whenever you make a mistake while driving around town, there is always someone who knows you nearby to witness it. Then they just can’t wait to contact you and tell you that they saw what you did wrong, even if it’s in front of 300 other parents at a school function for your children.

! I learned that no matter what I order at a restaurant, Lucy an Ethel will want that instead of what they asked me to order for them, which means I get to eat their grubby leftovers while they dine on my expensive meal. As a result, I now am an expert on Southern California restaurant kiddy menu fare, which includes such specialties as Mac and Cheese, corn dogs and the chicken nugget.

! I learned that there isn’t a lot of difference between a preschooler’s birthday party and graduation. There’s a bunch of singing, crying and cake.

And lastly,

! I learned that being the only adult out of 300 to get into the rented bounce house with all the other children at Lucy and Ethel’s end of the year school picnic isn’t quite the badge of honor I thought it would be. It’s not like I made it deflate or anything.

I may still be learning, but at least I finally perfected this:
I finally mastered by own dry rub, which means the student has now become the teacher...Woo Hoo!