And for my next trick. . .

So for two years we've been in Germany and for two years I've been calling or going into the volunteer office on post, leaving my name and number along with the hubby's unit, wanting to volunteer with the FRG.  Unfortunately for me, the FRG consists of an officer's wife who says she's the FRG leader and then does a whole fuck ton of NOTHING!!  But what the hell, it looks good on a resume to say you ran an FRG even if over the course of two years you made not one phone call, sent out no emails, introduced yourself to no one in the unit and helped absolutely no family figure out how the fuck to survive in Germany.  Needless to say, for the past two years, I have been waiting with bated breathe waiting for the phone to ring and an FRG to magically fly out of someone's ass and need my help.

And now, at long last, an FRG appears!!  It's a miracle!!  Well, fuck me sideways with a 2 x 4!  In the past week I have received three (count them 1-2-3) emails from the FRG/chain of command??  Two are the usual "here's some fun shit that's happening in the area" bullshit emails, but one of them was an invitation to an actual FRG event!!!!  Well, bestill my beating heart!  And thanks for fucking nothing, because I'm not going.  Why not?  After two years of wanting an FRG that actually did anything, why would I sit at home? 

Here's the long and the short of it.  The event is a coffee.  At 1030 on a school day.  In an actual cafe.  Not on poste.  In a German city.  With German people.  Who frown upon 3 year olds acting like asses and running around like hooligans.  But "kids are welcome."  Yeah, let me think about that. . . Um, NO and Hell NO!!  There is a perfectly nice coffee shop on poste with a play zone where the kids can can act like fucktards in a contained space while wives sit around and enjoy their coffee and chat.  So why are we not having it there?  Because that isn't classy enough for the officer's wife and she has no children at all and didn't bother to take those of us who do into consideration.    

And the best part is, she wants to plan a dinner--kids welcome.  Let me think really hard about this entire scenario.  Fuck you.  Fuck no.  And Fuck the FRG (or whatever you're calling this insanity.)

As an additional footnote, I will say that I did email back to express my "regret" at not being able to attend and precisely WHY I would not be able to attend (ie. the finger-pooper).  This was a week ago.  I have not received an email in reply, either to say "so sorry--maybe next time" or "what if we had it at the CAC?"  And before anyone jumps to any kind of crazy conclusion, I did not once in the course of composing said email use any of the following--

• bitch
• cunt
• whore
• dumbass
• fuck (or any variation thereof)
• cock
• ass
• shit
• shithead
• fucktard (which I do not consider a variant of fuck.  This is a noun.)

or

• the ever popular cumstain

And people wonder why I get frustrated with the FRG.  Not only is there a lack of forethought and activity, there is a complete and total lack of thoughtfulness and consideration for others.  So, yeah, the FRG so far earns a definite Fuck You!