Tuesday, October 1, 2013

none of these thoughts are related to the others

* The government has shut down and my Selah cd is on it's last legs. I'll leave you to guess which caused me more emotional turmoil at 3:37 this afternoon.

* I was recently reading the paperwork from my last hospital visit and discovered that I was diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum. Let's ignore that I didn't read the paperwork for 5 days and focus on the fact that Kate Middleton also suffered from the same condition. I've always said we're practically BFF's/twins, but I wouldn't have minded not sharing this bonding experience. That being said, if she'd like to share her closet with me, I'm more than willing to participate. Can we also wonder for a moment why the ER doctor didn't tell me I had a diagnosis? (ps. It's frightening to google side effects of HG. I don't recommend it.)

* The government shutdown means that after today, the commissary will be closed for an undetermined time. The parking lot looked like people were stocking up for the apocalypse. It's like no one has ever heard of Walmart, Kroger, or our friendly neighborhood Publix and everyone was trying to buy the last loaf of bread in the state.

* Several months ago, UNDER PROTEST, I became treasurer of our FRG. I had no desire to deal with government funds and possibly be charged with misappropriation and bad record keeping. Best leave that to the professionals. I went to the horrible class and then proceeded to do absolutely nothing for the next six months as our FRG was lacking in both morale and enthusiasm. In what can only be explained as unexplainable, the leader decided a few months in to very unceremoniously remove me from my position because I "was never able to attend events". There was only one event. It's not like I even wanted to be treasurer, but I didn't appreciate the way the whole thing went down. Not that I'm still bitter about it or anything. We now have a new leader who called me up a few weeks ago and asked if I still wanted to be treasurer. I replied in the negative. I retired. I jumped ship. I felt so free. The first meeting with the new leader rolled around and she said we're having a bake sale at the motor pool. I offered to make muffins. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes and said they cannot have the sale unless they have a treasurer to keep track of funds. Apparently I'm the only person around with treasurer certification and unless I agreed, she'd have to cancel the sale and our very limited funds would stay at very limited. She only needed me this ONE time. So I agreed to stay on until they find a new treasurer. WHAT ELSE COULD I DO? I am unable to say no. We have a chili cookoff fundraiser next week and who do you think is doing treasurer duty? I cannot escape.

* I had to drive into Nashville for an appointment today and I have some serious issues with Nashville drivers and how they use the road. I like to think of myself as fairly capable to driving in a city. I'd drive in Boston any day. But drivers in Boston don't suddenly decided to turn the farthest right lane into a parking lot whenever they so please. There I was, minding my own business in the farthest right lane when I noticed that on the other side of the intersection, the right hand lane suddenly because a parking lane and everyone driving in the right lane had to merge with the already crowded left lane. This is the second time I've dealt with this issue. IN WHAT CITY DOES THIS MAKE SENSE? Yet another thing I do not understand about the south.

8 comments:

Kate @ Daffodils said...

Our commissary was crazy town too. Big Shut down and on a pay day...perfect timing!

Bailey | Becoming Bailey said...

I love the new blog layout! And yes, Nashville drivers are on a whole other planet. Riding on the interstate feels like I'm in a NASCAR race!

Laura Darling said...

Look at you with a fancy new blog design! I am a fan! And also, I'm sorry that you're sick enough to warrant a real, scientific sounding diagnosis. At least it's a royal diagnosis.

Jen said...

I heard the same thing about our commissary today, I don't shop there so it closing doesn't bother me.

Ashley said...

WHAT!? What a crappy all around deal with the treasurer thing!

Allison said...

Treasurer is the WORST FRG POSITION ALIVE. I was treasurer for two different companies in my last unit and was audited both times. Horrendous stupendous. When we moved to Bragg I told my husband, "I'm going to say no when they (surely) ask me to be treasurer. Better yet, I'm going to tell them no before they can even ask!" I did this, the leader said, "How did you know I was going to ask you?" I said, "Because I'm new and companies never have a reliable treasurer, so of course you were going to ask me." I'm pretty sure she now hates me and has taken me off the email distro. Oh well. At least I'm not treasurer!

Having the baby will be an AWESOME excuse to have to "give it up." You'll never leave your house and will never be able to write the check when they need it, sorry BUH bye.

PS- LOVE the new design. Super cute masthead.

Erin said...

I love your blog design! Looks fab!
Also, when you have the baby or you know even months before you can totally beg out of being Treasurer! Growing/birthing a human is an excuse for a great many things!

Kim said...

I heard about the craziness at the commissary! Glad you didn't have to deal with any of that!