Apparently, I'm still going on about Mother's Day. Pretty sure I'm PMS-ing but it makes for good posts since Neurotic Nancy simply can. Not. Shut. Up.
So my friend, Kaye, is the in my congregation. She's also this freakin' amazing woman who can't hold still. Between you and me, I think if she didn't have 456 things going on, she might have a panic attack. I think she's secretly neurotic which simply fills me with glee! Not that she'll have a panic attack, just that I'm not alone.
Back to Kaye - she is on the city council, chases her dogs, Lewis and Clark, around the neighborhood while they go exploring, and took on the huge job of band director at the local high school while the regular band director took a long vay-cay in Iraq. He called it a "tour" but whatever. So she put her heart and soul into a group of some sixty kids, one of which is my own trumpeter, does the killer summer band camp, parades, concerts, competitions and whatnot and THEN fenagles the governor to nominate her group of kids to be in the 4th of July parade in 2012 in Washington, D.C.
Yay! Jump up and down! She's so excited. But wait. She forgot that she's only killing herself to stave off her panic attacks (my words, not hers) for a year. Once G.I. Joe returns, she will have LOADS of free time. All she will have to do is care for her four high maintenance men, city council, and the 20 hours a week she spends doing boy scouts.
Meanwhile, Nancy is wondering how she is going to come up with $1200 for D.C. Then her other daughter tries out for color guard and makes it. She's going, too.
Oh, yeah, Kaye. I'm coming for you in every. Single. Fund. Raiser.
Is Kaye human? Does she have robotic parts? Did someone put a battery in her and only later discover it's Energizer? Nope. She's real. She hates Mother's Day, too. She wrote a blog post all about rebelling and skipping church, sleeping in, staying in her jammies, and allowing her husband to cook dinner while she played xbox or something.
Me? I'm the spiritual type. I went to church and felt completely uplifted.
Next year I'm taking Kaye to Little America for brunch.