Let me tell you a story... about an idiot woman who volunteers for stuff - and then gets annoyed when things get stressful...
Yes me - I am the idiot. And yes I am stressed. Break out the popcorn boys and girls.
The girls group in which I am an adult advisor is having a National Convention this year - we do this every two years in various parts of the country. This year - lucky me - it's in Maryland. Because the head lady in charge is from -- you guessed it Maryland. Yes the one that doesn't like me.
ANY who... we've known this mess was coming for years! When they started talking about this I smirked -- these people can barely pull of our own state wide convention every year -much less the whole freaking world... and now as we are 70 days away from the actual event... the feathers are flying!!
First - I get a group email saying that hotel reservations are due 5/25. I got this message on 5/16. Yeah. So of course I stupidly ask, when would you like Maryland girls to show up as I am assuming they will have things for them to do - like decorate, stuff goodies bags etc. The response I got publicly was "Go ask Lady who is sort-of in charge". The private answer I got was a whole lot more snarky.
Fine - kiss my grits. Fast forward a couple of days I get a private email (versus the group) from lady who is in charge (long story -- she had the title but not so much the power). She tells me unless we've been asked to do something to save money our kids can show up on Sunday morning before the church service. That is what I tell my kids.
One mom sends a text to the lady who sent me the snarky email - asking THE SAME QUESTION I did a few days ago -- mentioning the fact that I have been told Sunday is OK.... (insert electronic sonic boom here).... 15 minutes later group email that EVERYONE FROM MARYLAND WILL BE THERE ON FRIDAY....Yeah. I did it again -- unintentional.
Now couple that with my girls - can't afford this trip -- hotel alone - now with 2 extra days is $200 bucks, toss in the banquet, and luncheon they want them to attend and we're talking over $300 for hotel, and two meals! Yeah.
So now I get to scramble to coordinate two fund raisers before the end of June, to possibly get these kids to this event. Of course -- I mail out the hotel reservations yesterday after work - I get another group email saying please make the check out to X instead of Y - like it says on the paperwork. Screw you - it's sent. I knew 8 years ago when they talked about this mess - this is what was going to happen! No information is flowing, in fighting, and general BS.
I can't say any of this to my darling husband because his answer to to quit. I can't do that. I like these kids and frankly without me -- I was going to say nothing gets done but that sounds quit full of myself. However - last summer as I laid around and felt like death's BFF -- nothing got done!
So here in my happy place (checking title all good) I can bitch, whine, and complain. I feel better, no one gets their feelings bruised and it's out there in the ether were no one reads this drivel.
Oh - and they don't know it yet -- but I won't be there until Monday! I have to be home in PA for a family event -- coincidentally, our offices are moving that weekend. I have told all of Rainbow that I have to work that weekend, no ifs, ands or buts about it!
Which brings me to topic two -- my darling husband. I stupidly told my husband that Rainbow has been told that I will be working that first weekend of Supreme. Why?!? Because these are petty, spiteful women and if I tell them I'm going to home to PA instead of the Supreme Ass-Kiss of the woman who already hates me??!! Yeah living hell won't even begin to describe my life with these women.
Back to Bubba -- he gets ALL up in my face about lying to people and why can't I tell this group of women where I will be and why. See above statement. See complete blank, constipated look on my husband's face... he - just - doesn't - get - it. NO CLUE. How do you explain to a man who hates all this crap to begin with -- that this is indeed the be all end all to these women? And my thumbing my nose at the leader in particular - MAJOR no no. Not to mention the fact I missed her I'm being elected queen of the universe for two years swearing in ceremony because I had just had gastric bypass surgery... well you can probably tell why I'm not so popular. That and that whole I-don't-kiss-her-fanny thing....
Again - back to Bubba. Anyone have a suggestion on how to explain petty females to a man?
Exactly. Stick with the "I'm working" story and life will be better for it.
All righty -- I have vented, I will now go back to work, pretend to be productive and ponder my lot in life...
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Monday, May 12, 2014
Long time no speak, and other statements of no value.
I didn't realize it has been so long since last we spoke. Oh the journey that has occurred....
First let me start with what brought me here today - Mother's Day. It was yesterday. I in a fit of I don't know what decided that I needed to go to Church. Original plan was to get up early with the hubby and go to 7:30 AM Mass - um - yeah. Since we went to bed at almost midnight I bagged that plan and got myself to 9:00 AM Mass. Things were going well, then Father Long-Sermon got up and that was all she wrote... well all HE wrote...
But he started strong, telling a tale of a 40-something year old woman who told him how much she hated Mother's Day, and why. Heck it could have been me! telling that tale (infertility, mess etc.). For some reason that stuck a deep nerve, and the priest went on to say that while not every woman is a mother in that traditional sense, each woman has her own role to play, and God has a plan for her, teacher, mentor, one encounter than changes someone. I took that lesson to heart - 30 minutes later he was still talking about sheep and shepherds and well - frankly Father wandered on me and my brain went out for a latte. Forgive me Father - for you droned on. When the adults get restless Father - it's time to 'sum up'. (and meet another reason why my ticket is already punched)
I am not ashamed to admit I too have less that happy feelings about Mother's Day. Oh I am still blessed to have Nana around especially since we can chat, gossip and generally encourage each other's bad habits. This is my own personal baggage well documented - but it's mine and it doesn't pop often I try very hard not to haul that bit of bulky luggage around. Frankly it's counter productive. Mother's Day, well that bag is there. Generally I smile, say Thank you when someone wishes me a Happy Mother's Day and move on. For some reason I had a hard time at church Sunday - and it didn't help that they were handing out flowers for all Mom's after Mass. I didn't take one.
So make my way home, after a number of errands, then do breakfast and log on to Facebook. And in what I can only say God works in mysterious ways - I saw two posts, one from a 'kid' (recently graduated from my girl's group) who wished her Mom Happy Mother's Day then posted she a similar greeting stating to all the women who influenced her and gave her good guidance, I was listed among the four she tagged. I was seriously touched. Then right below that was a post from another Girl's Group "Mom" (her daughter belongs) and she too said something seriously nice to me about Mother's Day. I was seriously touched and humbled. I was reminded of Father Long-wind's words and put that big of luggage way for another year.
This of course was after I had hauled that bit of luggage around for a few extra days in April - after the trip to the in-laws. Saying my mother-in-law is clueless is an insult to clueless people. She lets those great grand children of hers - run wild. And they aren't that well behaved to begin with. My sister packs enough crap with her to keep one kid entertained, my niece didn't bring a thing for any of her 4 children to play with -- at a party -- filled with adults, in a place that has lots of breakable things that don't belong to you... yeah. Let that one marinate for a minute.
Of course on the trip home, I pick up that luggage again and ask why!? I wanted one - I wasn't greedy - she has 4 and NO interest what-so-ever in tending to any of them.
And that is the end of that rant - it just annoys me.
Finally today - the tale of dog food. Now before you think I've gone off the deep end - stay with me. Our darling pup needed dog food, of course we don't feed our girl just any old dog food - we get her yuppie puppy food sold only at certain places. OK fine, there is one location 10 minutes from our house -- do we go there? No of course not. Why? Because Bubba is involved. Silly goose - do pay attention. ;-)
So - because Bubba is involved we have to drive another 15 minutes up the road, to the one location that sells the 44 pound bag versus the 32 pound bag (that is 10 minutes round trip) from the house. Now knowing Bubba like I do - I know he's taken the hour to calculate the cost differential between that 32 pound bag versus the 44 pound bag - what I doubt he EVER takes into consideration is the extra gas, time and bother to go up the road, and get that bag. Now Sunday - there was a more fun wrinkle on the trip; first I went with him, and second we took Shelby. About 6 minutes from home Shelby left a present in the back of my truck. Now I was prepared, I had a plastic bag with me (never leave home without it - with Shelby) and I had some tissues in the car. Clean it up move on. Bubba not so much.. Grumble, grumble, bitch, moan. We get to this place, Shelby sniffs everything and everyone X12, goes outside, pees on the grass, we walk around a bit, we wander BACK inside the store to discover ONE employee there, she is now calling other stores looking for the mythical 44 pound bag of Yuppie Puppy Dog Food... long story longer -- darn near an hour to get the same bag of dog food that lives 10 minutes from the house, because they didn't have the 44 pound bag we went there specifically for!
Upside - stopped for ice cream on the way home and it took me 5 minutes more to do the final clean up of my car...
Sundays with Aunt Ing and Bubba -- ain't life grand?
First let me start with what brought me here today - Mother's Day. It was yesterday. I in a fit of I don't know what decided that I needed to go to Church. Original plan was to get up early with the hubby and go to 7:30 AM Mass - um - yeah. Since we went to bed at almost midnight I bagged that plan and got myself to 9:00 AM Mass. Things were going well, then Father Long-Sermon got up and that was all she wrote... well all HE wrote...
But he started strong, telling a tale of a 40-something year old woman who told him how much she hated Mother's Day, and why. Heck it could have been me! telling that tale (infertility, mess etc.). For some reason that stuck a deep nerve, and the priest went on to say that while not every woman is a mother in that traditional sense, each woman has her own role to play, and God has a plan for her, teacher, mentor, one encounter than changes someone. I took that lesson to heart - 30 minutes later he was still talking about sheep and shepherds and well - frankly Father wandered on me and my brain went out for a latte. Forgive me Father - for you droned on. When the adults get restless Father - it's time to 'sum up'. (and meet another reason why my ticket is already punched)
I am not ashamed to admit I too have less that happy feelings about Mother's Day. Oh I am still blessed to have Nana around especially since we can chat, gossip and generally encourage each other's bad habits. This is my own personal baggage well documented - but it's mine and it doesn't pop often I try very hard not to haul that bit of bulky luggage around. Frankly it's counter productive. Mother's Day, well that bag is there. Generally I smile, say Thank you when someone wishes me a Happy Mother's Day and move on. For some reason I had a hard time at church Sunday - and it didn't help that they were handing out flowers for all Mom's after Mass. I didn't take one.
So make my way home, after a number of errands, then do breakfast and log on to Facebook. And in what I can only say God works in mysterious ways - I saw two posts, one from a 'kid' (recently graduated from my girl's group) who wished her Mom Happy Mother's Day then posted she a similar greeting stating to all the women who influenced her and gave her good guidance, I was listed among the four she tagged. I was seriously touched. Then right below that was a post from another Girl's Group "Mom" (her daughter belongs) and she too said something seriously nice to me about Mother's Day. I was seriously touched and humbled. I was reminded of Father Long-wind's words and put that big of luggage way for another year.
This of course was after I had hauled that bit of luggage around for a few extra days in April - after the trip to the in-laws. Saying my mother-in-law is clueless is an insult to clueless people. She lets those great grand children of hers - run wild. And they aren't that well behaved to begin with. My sister packs enough crap with her to keep one kid entertained, my niece didn't bring a thing for any of her 4 children to play with -- at a party -- filled with adults, in a place that has lots of breakable things that don't belong to you... yeah. Let that one marinate for a minute.
Of course on the trip home, I pick up that luggage again and ask why!? I wanted one - I wasn't greedy - she has 4 and NO interest what-so-ever in tending to any of them.
And that is the end of that rant - it just annoys me.
Finally today - the tale of dog food. Now before you think I've gone off the deep end - stay with me. Our darling pup needed dog food, of course we don't feed our girl just any old dog food - we get her yuppie puppy food sold only at certain places. OK fine, there is one location 10 minutes from our house -- do we go there? No of course not. Why? Because Bubba is involved. Silly goose - do pay attention. ;-)
So - because Bubba is involved we have to drive another 15 minutes up the road, to the one location that sells the 44 pound bag versus the 32 pound bag (that is 10 minutes round trip) from the house. Now knowing Bubba like I do - I know he's taken the hour to calculate the cost differential between that 32 pound bag versus the 44 pound bag - what I doubt he EVER takes into consideration is the extra gas, time and bother to go up the road, and get that bag. Now Sunday - there was a more fun wrinkle on the trip; first I went with him, and second we took Shelby. About 6 minutes from home Shelby left a present in the back of my truck. Now I was prepared, I had a plastic bag with me (never leave home without it - with Shelby) and I had some tissues in the car. Clean it up move on. Bubba not so much.. Grumble, grumble, bitch, moan. We get to this place, Shelby sniffs everything and everyone X12, goes outside, pees on the grass, we walk around a bit, we wander BACK inside the store to discover ONE employee there, she is now calling other stores looking for the mythical 44 pound bag of Yuppie Puppy Dog Food... long story longer -- darn near an hour to get the same bag of dog food that lives 10 minutes from the house, because they didn't have the 44 pound bag we went there specifically for!
Upside - stopped for ice cream on the way home and it took me 5 minutes more to do the final clean up of my car...
Sundays with Aunt Ing and Bubba -- ain't life grand?
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