- I like salt. I thought you really couldn't over-salt things. Well, you can. I can even get things too salty for MY taste. When my dinner guests fall on the floor and twitch like a dying beetle....? I over-salted the dish.
- I never paid much mind to the instructions on the sticker on a glass baking dish. Certainly, not enough to remember those instructions for always. At the expense of a pork tenderloin, I realized I was wrong to not remember the instructions. You CAN get the oven too hot for those glass pans.
- Mischievous is NOT pronounced miss-CHEEVE-ee-yous. I said it that way for years. Duh.
- Is it feed a cold and starve a fever? Or starve a cold and feed a fever? Either one is wrong. Now I think the answer is to eat if you can keep it down.
- 29 years ago, I did not attend the wedding of a dear friend. It was her second marriage and my ultra-conservative dad forbad me from going for religious reasons. Yvette? Where ever you are...I was wrong. This was one instance when I should have defied my father and followed my own conscience. I'm as sorry as I can be.
- When my youngest son had a mean, evil, mentally unbalanced teacher, I told him he had to stick it out. He had to learn how to get along with all sorts of people in this life. I was wrong. I should have yanked him out of her class, told her to her face why, and found him a sane teacher. It was only first grade. That lesson could have waited for another day.
- Contrary to what I would like to think, and what I did at one time believe, I can not carry a tune. Not even with a bucket.
- Yes, I CAN drive at Sky Harbor Airport! I was wrong. It scares me to pieces, but I can do it.
- Momma always told me that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I believed her and adopted that theory for my own. I was wrong. The way to a man's heart is a lot further south than his heart.
- I was wrong. Men don't necessarily like high-maintenance women. Oh, sure, they like to look at them, but that doesn't mean they want to keep one forever. So I was wrong. Men want real woman, with real curves, an actual appetite, the ability to laugh at themselves and ... um..... well.... see my previous comment.
- Watching my parents, as I was growing up, I thought I knew what love looked like. I was wrong. It's different for everyone. My sweet hubs doesn't demonstrate his love for me in the same way (HEY!! This is a new topic here, so forget the previous two entries for a second!!) that my Dad showed Mom that he cared. My husband is a quiet man of action. (OK, maybe it's not so far from that topic...). I kept expecting him to show me he loved me by bringing me flowers or taking me to fancy restaurants. I was wrong. He shows me in ways that suit me and him.
- Years ago, I thought my biggest flaws were my bumpy nose, oily skin and disappointing hair. I was wrong. My biggest flaws are my big mouth and my lazy bottom. But I'm working on those. I can live with the flaw of my mathematical ineptitude. Maybe being able to live with that is another flaw, too, but I might be getting myself into an unending trap.
I can say it. I was wrong.
I had a lot of misconceptions. Really, I did. I probably still do, but I haven't been smacked upside the head with any corrections lately. So I'll share with you some of the things I was wrong about.