I’m a chronic volunteer. I cannot stand a need not getting done. I’m Type-A, except when I’m not, and then I’m so Type C you wonder where all that OCD, anal-retentive, I alphabetize my DVDs and color-coordinate my outfits to my underoos dominant – and occasionally domineering – life is a project and I must manage it, personality goes. Well I’m here to give you the answer. It goes to Madagascar. Why Madagascar? I don’t know. I just like saying “Madagascar”. But now you know. Tangent about my weird personality aside, my organizational skills and inability to Just Say No to something that needs to get done often works in my favor. For example, when Drue got transfered to her present elementary school and someone mentioned they needed an arts coordinator to run the Talent Show and restore the Drama Club, it took less than a second for me to raise my hand and say “I’ll do it”. In fact, I wasn’t even consciously aware of agreeing to take on these projects until people started clapping. But me being me, I figured I’d feng shui and organize the H-E-double hockey sticks out it (see Drue, Mommy even stopped cussing on her BLOG), and all will be well. How hard is it to put on a play and run a Talent Show right? Right?
Archive for November, 2009
Count your many blessings…
November 27th, 2009 | by Jeri | published in Life
I know what you’re doing right now… you’re counting down from week one to two to three to um… six? Yes, I know how to count and no, I did not bump my head and go into a coma for two weeks. Nor did I contract swine flu and spend the last two weeks in bed (although lord-a-mercy the thought of two weeks in bed just sounds so good right now). Weeks 4 and 5 are coming! They are, in fact, being written right now, at this very minute, while you sit here reading about this week, week 6. So finish shaking your head and throw in a few “ohnoeshedi-ent”s and then get over yourself. Because if I can get over myself after this week, so can you! Just sayin’.
A very merry un-aversary
November 13th, 2009 | by Jeri | published in Life
Eleven years ago, Jason and I got hitched for better or worse in the Hillsborough courthouse in front of a jail cell by one Mr. Cleatus A. Marmaduke III. He had bug eyes and a blue and white polyester suit and moved and talked like he existed in a vat of molasses (pronounced MOE-lasses for you uninitiated). One of our witnesses made the comment that the setting and the justice of the peace looked like something out of a bad Southern movie you’d find on Lifetime. I was roughly three months pregnant and our latest prenatal tests had come back iffy. Jason had better health insurance and we had a big church wedding on the horizon, something I absolutely did not want, so the JOP ceremony gave me the wedding I desired and took care of the health insurance issues in one fell swoop.
Invasion of the Body Snatchers
November 3rd, 2009 | by Jeri | published in Life
I want to full-on, smooch all over the person who invented Tamiflu because without this little wonder drug, I wouldn’t be posting at all. Instead, I’d be cleaning up projectile vomit for the second night in a row and wishing I would just die and put myself out of my own misery. But I’m leaping ahead of my entire week and starting with the ending. While this is just like me, I figure if you’re reading you want the entire recap and not just praise of my new H1N1-destroying wonder drug.
