So I have been crazy busy, which in reality is awesome and frustrating at the same time. Between starting up this whole business thing, being the only person doing all the designing and sewing, taking care of dad, raising two teenage daughters, and being a girlfriend I am pretty much spent before noon every day. Therefore not a lot of writing happens, sorry about that, but paying for the internet comes slightly ahead of posting on the internet, jsut sayin'.
So I have mentioned vaguely before that I was joining the Junior League. If you don't know, the junior league is a group of women that do charity work in their communities and raise money, awareness, whatever is needed to help others. Each junior league has their own "babies" for ways to make money and charities to support both financially and manually. The junior league I joined helped start the Children's Emergency Shelter in our area and has not set their sites on children aging out of foster care.
I have spent the last year as a "provisional" member. Which basically means, you da PLEEB! I paid more dues than "active" members and I had no voting rights, and basically had to do as much work as the rest of them. You know the routine, if you ever joined a greek house.
Well I survived it and it wasn't so bad. In fact I am looking forward to the next 7 years of "active" commitment. Of course they will likely never give me a leadership role because let's be honest. These ladies are well spoken women with well behaved lives. I pride myself on being a horrible person, not like Charles Manson horrible, but more like stand up commedian making the statement aloud that we all thought in our heads kind of horrible.
Like when someone was arrested for a DWI, and everyone wanted to send flowers. I thought we should send wine. I mean don't you seriously need a drink after that?
When people asked how one lady met her husband and she foretells this story that they lived down the street from each other their whole lives and went to the same college and three weeks after she moved to start a job he came and asked her to marry him. They all thought that was romantic. I thought he must be weak or controlling or a stalker. Seriously dude three weeks? That's all you can take? There are other girls that put out. Plus the whole gushy awwweeee moment made me throw up a little in my mouth.
I am pretty sure I am horrible too because any time I start to speak to anyone I see the look of horror on the faces of the people in charge. I started to tell the newest set of pleebs that it was hard for me to find my place, but I stuck it out and I did. The pleeb leader looked like she was going to come over the table and shove a sock in my mouth. She took a deep breath once I said it was worth it all, but during the part of forcing myself to go, yep she was turning homicidal.
I just get so frustrated with the fact that people don't say what they mean. In the south we look at you smile and say, "Bess your heart". That is like a go to hell statement with sweet tea added. I have spent close to 20 year in building construction with men that MIGHT have a 5th grade education and they have the mental skills of a 10 year old. You think they speak like British royalty? No they have farting contests in the truck for Christ's sake! They don't respect anyone that can't come to their level and bring it! So I have for years, and now for the first time in my career really I am hanging out with women, A LOT! I don't talk that way anymore. I did once, but it got trained out of me. (sorry about that mom, you tried)
So I am a horrible person because I tell it like it is. I am NOT politically correct. I do NOT make apologies for who I am either. Well sometimes, but rarely! I curse more than I should. I know how to speak without cursing and I try to do better, but I am set in my ways. Deal with it! I don't dress like a model. I am 40+ pounds overweight, not hideous, but nothing fits me nicely, so jeans it is folks suck it up!
So if the Junior League is willing to accept the likes of me, that means one of two things. They are FUCKING DESPERATE or they actually think that maybe I am not as horrible and I am. Of course keep in mind that I have been restrained with them too. We can't talk about strippers and whores at the country club. Seriously!
