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?
