I Wanna…Blog Some

I finally went to sleep a little after I said I was going to.  And then I woke up to the sound of a dying cell phone battery at about 5:30 in the morning.  So, I am tired on my 4ish hours of sleep.  My head is leaning on the wall next to the computer.  I just made crispy rice (generic Rice Krispies) treats with Marshmallow Fluff–I heard that’s the best way to make them.  I’m waiting patiently for them to harden to the desired hardeness.  I’m trying to be patient.  I’m trying really hard to be patient. 

I still want to join a lodge or a shrine. 

The crispy rice treats aren’t ready yet.  But I checked just to make sure.

Ya know how I am the PTA vice president?  And did I mention that I had to assume the role of the president for one meeting (not as much fun as assuming the role of Miss America)?  And I had the meeting adjourned in 30 minutes (a record I think)?  And it was almost fun.  The only glitch was that one parent, when leaving, made this under his breath kind of comment when he was given the suggestion of asking me something because I "know everything."  And I started stewing about why this guy didn’t like me.  Me?  Why?  But then this week I had to drop off some fliers in all of the classes and one of the teachers asked me if I was going to run for president next year because I made her laugh and it made the meeting fun.  Take that you mumbling guy that just didn’t get me. 

I better go test the crispy rice treats again and then go lay down. 

What the hell am I doing up this late?  Don’t I know I have to be at the kids’ school in the morning?  And stay?  And talk to other parents about parenting stuff?  What the hell am I thinking?

Well, one thing I’m thinking is about Elks.  Specifically Elk Lodges, and lodges in general.  Remember when Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble put on funny hats and went to some meetings?  Or Mr. Cunningham?  Those were some kind of Elks type group.  So, I was thinking…can I become an Elk?  And can a bunch of my friends become Elks?  And then can we make Elks be what we want and need Elks to be?  And are people under the age of 70 still becoming Elks?  And if younger people aren’t will it die out? 

I did a little (a very little) research and found out that I probably can’t be an Elk.  Ok, first they are actually called The Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks of the United States of America.  And if I thought I didn’t know what the hell quid pro vacuums were then how am I supposed to know what a Benevolent is!  And besides I read the Mission Statement.  And, well…it’s just not for me. 

I’m going to sleep now, but tomorrow I’m going to find out if maybe I could be a Moose or maybe a Shriner!