Now that my daughter is in a neighborhood school, I wanted to really put myself out there and meet new people. I wish that was true, in reality another parent volunteered me for a PTA event a few months back and I got sucked in to the outer edge of this magical group of moms and dads who do amazing things for the school and our community. There are literally just a handful of devoted parents who throughout the year have spent countless hours tirelessly working so that the rest of us can feel like we are a part of the community we live in. In addition to the PTA there is a non-profit that was created by a mom specifically to fundraise for the school. 95% of the money they make goes directly to the school. That is unheard of in the non-profit sector and that is because it is 100% fueled by these moms who actually care about making the neighborhood a better place for other people’s children.
This group had a fundraising event last night called “Beer for Books”. There were over 100 people that attended at $20/ticket. In addition they had a live band, silent auction, live auction, alcohol sales, free food, and a really great community garden that I have driven past countless times and have never walked through. Basically this group likely raised $15,000 and with 95% of the funds going directly to the school it’s as if they put on the event for $750 and the school gets $14,250 for things our children can benefit from on a daily basis. Ironically, if you read my last post, one of the main goals of this non-profit is to raise the funds to give our play field proper drainage. I heard through the mommy chain that it would be somewhere in the $100,000 range…where’s the city grant for that? 900+ kids have a small green space to run and play but only on days when it’s not a swamp because it lacks proper drainage.
Like the great mom that I am, I even volunteered at the event! Again, I was actually just added to a volunteer list and assigned a time and a job…apparently I am great when forced into volunteering. I left the kiddos at home with their dad, and dragged my best friend as my plus one and volunteer partner. We spent 2 hours selling balloons with pieces of paper inside listing a prize or just thanks for supporting us. This meant we watched drunken people pop balloons with scissors 5 feet from us…but we did it for the kids and so I could sort of attempt to branch out and meet new people…people who were too drunk to remember meeting me anyway…
Side note: At the after party there was a neighbor who was heavily intoxicated, but oddly had not been at the earlier event. This woman bear hugged me and announced she will be coming to my house sometime for a tour of the inside because her “daughter loves that house and is always saying she wants to live there”. A few friends reacted to my horror by doubling over in laughter causing one of them to choke on a chicken wing. This distracted the drunk causing her to release her grip on me and she set her sights on the guy choking/laughing at her drunken physical contact. I was left in shock and unsure of what to do given the breech in my personal space. So like the lady that I am I waited till she went to use the restroom and ran away. And now every time my dog barks I want to peek out the window to see if crazy is on my porch waiting for her tour of my house. Sorry our tours ended an hour ago please come back tomorrow, we open at 9 am