GIVE A LITTLE
Friday morning, Jeff and I were “up and at ’em” and ready for our yearly volunteer job — painting the lines on some of the Long Valley soccer fields.
Meet our trusty tool. It’s really neat. You put a can of spray paint in, upside down, then you hit the lever on the handle and it sprays a perfectly straight line onto the grass as you walk along!
This year we’re doing 4 training fields. Last year we had 2 small fields and 2 giant fields.
Here’s a little of our handiwork!
You know, it cracks me up. There are HUNDREDS of kids who play for our Washington Township Rec Soccer teams yet the number of parents who actually volunteer to help is little to none. Who in the hell do they think paints the lines on the fields? They drop their kid off with the coach on practice days and leave for the coach to supervise. Why don’t they come to watch their kids play a game? Why are some teams unsponsored?
Bottom line: Just because you make a kid, doesn’t make you a good or an involved parent. Yet this Long Valley crowd will be the VERY FIRST to look down their noses at people. A lot of the folks around here can be a bit snobby and feel totally entitled. Ah, that’s my neighborhood! LOL
That said, I’m sure it’s the same in your neck of the woods. My theory is that there are only two kinds of people in the world:
1. Movers and Shakers
Take a look around your own quilting guild. Is it the same people who do the guild committee work over and over again? Are you one of them? In guilds across America I find that it’s generally the same people, over and over again, who sit on their asses and never volunteer to do a thing…. oh yeah, and the slugs are ALWAYS the first to complain about something. Makes you just want to bitch-slap ’em.
So get out there and volunteer, sweetie-pies! It only takes a little effort and it’ll make YOU feel terrific and it will do wonders for the spirit of other people. You don’t need to volunteer some Raiders of the Lost Ark kind of project. Try helping out with something really small. YOU can set the parameters, right? Now, no bullshiting here, EVERYONE has a LITTLE time to volunteer. Even you! Give it a try. You won’t be sorry. But I digress . . .
I WANT TO LIVE HERE
While we were painting two of the soccer fields, we noticed an old church in the distance. Spooky looking because it is in such disrepair but totally charming, with great bones. I’d love to convert it into a house! Wouldn’t that be neat?
Even the peeling paint has a bit of charm to it. I’ll tell you this, I sure wouldn’t want the bill to restore this place. Whew! Ca-Ching$$$$
NOBODY HOME BUT US CHICKENS
When I came home I cleaned the chicken coop!
Somebody was happy with the new straw nest!
A MID LIFE CRISIS PURCHASE
Well, I bit the bullet last week.
1. I acknowledged my mid-life crisis and bought a new car.
2. I bought a convertible.
Trust me, folks. I look like a Weeble in a Barbie car!
Weeble + Barbie Car = You know who!
Here’s the car. But this isn’t the best part.
THIS is the best part. Jeff and I found it in WalMart! It blinks and flashes when my headlights are turned on! Can you imagine? I’m a Flaming Quilter (among other things . . . )
THE PARTY’S OVER . . .
And, Turnips, it’s the last rose of summer in my garden! Boooo Hoooo! No joke! xoxom