If I had the task of selecting a portion of the punishments for members of ISIS, I’d choose the most irritating thing I could possibly think of on the face of the earth. Among other uncomfortable things, I would force them to endure an eternity of sitting through poorly run meetings.
Oh-my-stars and double heavens-to-Betsy. How I loathe sitting through a drawn out, long-winded, rambling meeting that could have been handled through a simple email.
Southern women love a good club. We can turn a book, game, flower, dinner, salvation or an animal into some sort of official organization. The menfolk match us club-for-club with their own groups for hunting, stamps, go-karts, sports and of course, charities — to keep them humble.
A well run or poorly run meeting magnifies the fact that some folks were put on this earth to be the generals, and others were created to be captains who execute the orders. Cousin Lulabelle is an example of someone who loves being a captain — give her a job, and she’s off and running. At the last meeting of the Catfish Festival Committee, she was tasked with recruiting participants for the fry-off. Within two weeks, Lulabelle secured 22 restaurants , 8 churches, and 13 family groups for the competition. She’s a worker bee, but if she ever had to chair the event, poor Lulabelle would crumble.
College fraternities and sororities often get a bad rap, but I’ll let you in on a secret. Sitting through years of Roberts Rules of Order in the basement of the Phi Mu house taught me more valuable life skills than any of my classes on campus. Junior League was my . . . click HERE to read the rest of the story at AL.com- thank you!