Monthly Archive for June, 2010

Job Duties

Claire thinks the guys at the carwash near our house do a MUCH better job of vacuuming out the car than the guys at that OTHER place.

I agree, but I keep telling her that guys at that other place are REALLY only responsible for changing the oil.


Look out, Juilliard!

Yesterday, Claire and I were going to take a little break and watch the latest episode of So You Think You Can Dance.  Because of her fondness for all things Ballet and Dance-related, we enjoy this show.

We were having lunch and talking about our plan for the afternoon.  That’s when she turned and looked at me.

“You know,” she says in all seriousness.  “If I was on that show, it wouldn’t be called that.  It would be called, ‘I KNOW I Can Dance.'”


Well, I can say one thing: What she lacks in years of experience, she makes up for in confidence!


And I’ll never look at a pit toilet the same way again.

This is one of my favorite pictures from our camping weekend!

This last weekend, in honor of Father’s Day Weekend, and in honor of Daddy Isn’t On Call Weekend, and in honor of The Weather Promises to Be Awesome Weekend, we packed it up, packed it in and let it begin…

…we went camping!

The weather was perfect!

This time, we headed to locales to the northwest of us and tried out a new area.  When we go camping with other families, we wander off into the woods and live deliberately (i.e. without pit toilets), but this time, because we found an awesome spot when we got to where we were going, we tried out an official campground.

The campsite was just the right size for us!  (And relatively private for a “real” campground.)

The upside to sharing the area with other campers is the pit toilet.  The downside to sharing the area with the other campers is the pit toilet.

You never know what you’re going to get with a pit toilet.  Pit toilets are always a crapshoot.  Literally.

I’m sorry.  I just couldn’t resist!

I must say, however, at this campground, the pit toilets were some of the cleanest I’ve seen.

On one of our numerous trips there, Claire got really excited.

“You know what, Momma!?”

“What, sweetheart?”

“This is just like going to the bathroom in a CASTLE!!!”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  We had been reading a book about castles that my mom and dad gave her, and one of the pictures they have in there is of the garderobe.  (That’s a fancy name for the “toilet” they used in the castle.)

“Yes!” I agreed.  “Yes, it is!”

“Only we don’t have a curtain,” she said.

“This is true.  We just have a door…but no curtain.”

“Do you know the best part??”

“What’s that?” I asked, wondering where this was headed.

“When I pee or poop, it goes in the SAUCE-PIT!”

“Sauce-pit?” I asked.  “Oh!  Yes!  It goes in the cesspit!”  I knew what she was trying to say a split-second after she said it.

I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in a pit toilet in my life.

Never again. For real this time.

As you may or may not know, I’m the President of a local Chapter of an International Organization for stay-at-home mothers. The reasons I took on this role a year ago were clear and justifiable, and I’d already served as Secretary for this organization, so I knew what I was getting myself into.


The duties weren’t hard and were things I enjoyed anyway: writing a monthly letter, finding monthly speakers, hosting “events” (playdates), etc. I knew there was an end-date to my role, so I was able to work through whatever challenges arose.

Unfortunately, we’ve had a big issue come up that needs to be resolved, and because this is an International Organization, my board has been forced to deal with other boards. (We knew about this issue going in, and we knew that it may not be solved nicely.  The other board members and I have been working to alleviate this…to no avail.)

Without getting into details, this situation needs to be resolved by June 30th, because on July 1st, I’m free. I’m free from that organization. I’m running away and never looking back. None of my current board members will be continuing in their roles, and we have not found people to take these positions.


Anyway, we’ve been working diligently on this situation since January…officially…unofficially, much longer.

Do the math.
That’s a long time.

We’ve thought it was resolved on numerous occasions only to have it turned on its head…more than once.

The last few months have been extremely stressful for me (for all of us), but I’ve been trying to let it go. MY Board is awesome, and this situation has really pulled us together. We do not need this organization to keep us close.

To give you a little taste of what we’ve been dealing with, I’ll give you the synopsis of a conversation we had with members of the International level:

Us: “We NEED to have this resolved by June 30th for these various reasons.”
Them: “We COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND…will a vote about this on July 15th work for you?”

Uhhh, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say, “NO…??”

This is just the tip of the iceberg. I’m sparing you the gory details that wouldn’t make sense to you anyway and would probably just prove me to be a crazy person for even engaging in these conversations in the first place.

So, from this, what have I learned?

Besides the fact that if something that SHOULD be SIMPLE is entangled in a mess of bureaucratic tape (regardless of the color of it), it’s best to run away from it?

I’ve learned that I will never be an Executive Board Member of a volunteer organization again. No, really. Never again. For real this time. At this point, I will give up my need to be in control of anything, and I’ll be happy to just be a member. (Honestly I’m not sure I even want to be a member of another organization for a LONG time.)

In fact, the other members of my board and I have made a pact granting each of us permission to commit physical violence to the one who thinks she CAN be on a board again. (I’m still unclear on the details, but smacking, shaking and physical restraint were tossed around.)

Oh, that reminds me…I need to ask them how we should divvy up those roles. I know! I could be President. I’ve got a lot of experience with that, and come July 1st, and I’ll have a lot more time on my hands.

Do you think they’ll agree to take on the other roles?


In the meantime, I’m bookmarking this post. When I find myself part of a volunteer organization and feel the need to step it up and take on a more important role, I’ll try my hardest to remember how I’m feeling right now. Because it won’t be different. It will end exactly the same way. And even if it doesn’t, I have to assume it will. I’m not sure I could survive another round of this with my sanity intact.

Tuesdays & Fridays

Remember when I wrote on the blog every day for a whole year?
Remember when I couldn’t not participate in NaBloPoMo 2007, 2008, and 2009?

I love writing. I love posting here. I also tend to be a tad OCD and want to post and write all the time, but that’s just not going to work well for my sanity this summer. (Yes, I twitch when I don’t see every little day on the calendar lit up…but I’m getting over that. Honest. Kinda.)

I have some big plans in the works, and our New Summer Routine is getting into full swing.  …all of which is exciting and exhausting and draining and energizing.  Who knew it was possible to remain somewhat sane and upright in the middle of this seemingly contradictory vortex?

It is, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.

Still, because of all this, you’ll notice that I’m changing up the posting schedule here at The Casual Perfectionist.  I’m forcing us all to relax, enjoy our travels, and visitors and find time to just be.  So for this month, I’ll be posting on Tuesdays and Fridays.

If you’ve popped in to see what we’re up to, and you don’t see a new post, never fear! Check back on a Tuesday or Friday, and you’ll find us.  If you really want something to read, check back through the archives.  Can you believe that this post marks 1,176 posts!?

I’m nothing if not wordy.  😉

When you’ve read your fill, go outside and play.
You can bet we will be…


I no think that word means what you think it means.

Um, it is?


…as in Sex And The City 2.

Two years ago, I went to see Sex And The City (1) all by myself, and I had a fabulous time. Check out that link. What I said about the series and what it meant to me still rings true today.

What can I say?  I’ve been a huge fan from Day One.

Last night, I went to see Sex And The City 2, but things were different. I wasn’t all by myself! Some girlfriends and I decided to dress up and see the movie, following it with dinner and drinks out.  Who wouldn’t jump at a chance to get dolled up and wear wildly inappropriate shoes!?

So, what did I think of the movie?

I loved it!  I mean, it is what it is!  Keep in mind that it’s gotten terrible reviews, but I’m not sure what those people were expecting?? It’s a SATC movie! It’s fun, fabulous, over-the-top, groan-worthy fashion and a great time out with girlfriends. It’s not The English Patient. You don’t have to dissect it like you do LOST.

If you’re expecting twists, turns, brilliant acting and a thick plot, maybe you shouldn’t be going to a Sex And the City movie? 😉

Going to see it isn’t something to ponder deeply. If you’re a fan of the show, you’ll get a kick out of the movie. It had just the right amount of SATC-ness for me. Parts of it were hilarious. Parts of it were over-the-top. Parts of it were completely relateable.

Without giving anything away, the scene between Miranda & Charlotte in the bar was worth the $6 I paid. 🙂 (The Olde Town Theater we went to offered a “rush hour” showing of it, so we got in for a little bit cheaper than regular price, and it was perfect!)

Like I said, it’s been two years since I’ve seen these friends, and it was so nice to catch up with Charlotte, Samantha, Miranda, and Carrie.

I can’t wait to see what they do next!

Road Trip!

Hey! We just got back from a Road Trip, and I wrote about them at Mile High Mamas today! Click here to check it out!

536 miles is a long enough ride for one day.

In totally related news:


Be it ever so humble, there really is no place like it.

We had a fabulous time, but it’s so good to be home.

More on our adventures, later!


I don’t know which is more magical: the lightning bugs or watching Claire chase them.
The little Iowa Farm Girl inside me is bursting with joy.

I promise to post photos when we get back to reality.