tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13548140663110075492024-03-13T07:12:33.371-04:00Mischief and Mermaids......the diary of a single mom, who's attempting to raise one sassy little girl!Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.comBlogger967125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-56325591816885936832013-05-08T20:48:00.001-04:002013-05-08T20:48:47.701-04:00Heaven Doesn't Know What's About To Hit It!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Unfortunately for us, we got word this morning that my sweet Aunt Connie died last night in Connecticut. She was a month shy of her 90th birthday. She was doing great at year ago at my mom's funeral. Drove herself down from Broward to attend. Unfortunately, she fell and injured her leg a few times, and it never quite healed as it should. She was moved up to connecticut to be with her son and his family in December. Was admitted into a nursing home for rehab shortly thereafter but never quite bounced back. We shall miss her greatly.</div>
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<br />Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-27234399483135547742013-02-10T20:45:00.001-05:002013-02-10T20:45:10.436-05:00still hereyep, I'm still here.<br />
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Its been girl scout cookie selling season. My troop has been involved the last 3 weekends in selling cookies outside Publix and Walgreens. I'm happy to report that we are officially SOLD OUT!<br />
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My dad remains in the nursing home. His 100 days are up around 3/6, when he'll come home. While he's been in, I tented his house and my house for termites. That also involved hiring a security guard for both houses, since people break in and will rob you blind without one. Jerks.<br />
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Of course, it also involved emptying the house of open bottles of stuff, food, medicine, etc. And we did this during cookie season, too. I'm just glad its over. Now, we just need to get his carpets cleaned, and the house will be good to go.<br />
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Taylor is doing well in school. I got her a spanish tutor, and she's doing great. Since 99.9% of her school is hispanic, the class is geared to those who already speak and understand spanish. Um, that's not T. Now, though, she's learning very quickly. I'm thrilled.<br />
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For some reason, I can no longer download pics from my iphone to my laptop. That is majorly interfering with my blogging. I think my laptop has a bug, as I can't download newer iphone software, either. Hopefully, I can get this figured out quickly. Its just not was fun posting without seeing T in living color. <br />
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that's it for now!Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-87059280648659483122013-01-02T18:33:00.001-05:002013-01-02T18:33:12.529-05:00Happy New Year 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't believe the holidays are over. They were pretty strange this year, as for the first time ever there was no older generation around. As many of you know, my mom died in May, my dad is in a nursing home through February, and my mom's older sister suffered some health issues causing her to move to CT with her son for the foreseeable future. It was just me, my sissy and Taylor. But for T, we probably wouldn't have celebrated. But since its all about T, the celebrations went on.</div>
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Now, we're trying to gear up for school next week and get back to our usual routine. I'm planning another girlscout meeting...its going to be all about yarn. Stay tuned for that.</div>
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<li>We had thanksgiving at my house this year. Right after eating, I took my dad to the ER. Why? Well, on the monday before he had fallen 3 times at home. The last time, he hurt his shoulder. It wasn't getting any better. We suspected (correctly it turns out) that it was broken. When I watched him trying to climb the 3 steps into my house, I realized he couldn't and needed help. We had to literally pick up his knee to raise his foot to the next highest step. The day before all the falls, he had no problem lifting his foot to climb his 5 steps into his house. I suspected (correctly) that he had suffered another stoke. MRI confirms. Doc says that the stroke was in an area in the brain that often affects vision. I suspect that he was in the bathroom, suffered the stroke, lost some or all vision, became disoriented, fell and could not brace himself as he fell as he couldn't see, therefore breaking his shoulder. Luckily, his vision has returned. He is now in a nursing home for 100 days, getting physical therapy.</li>
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<li>With my dad in the nursing home, we took the opportunity to take a quick family vacation to Disney. Me, my sissy, and Taylor had not been on a family vacation together in 3 years, since my mom fell and broke her hip. Someone always had to stay in town in case something went wrong. With my dad taken care of in the nursing home, we were free to take a quick trip. My sissy sprung for the Polynesian Hotel at Disney. That was her surprise christmas gift to us. We had never stayed there in the past b/c its so pricey. She claims to have gotten a really good rate. I must say, that hotel ROCKED! What fun we had at the pool, that had its own volcano mountain with a water slide inside. T continuously slid down the slide. Over. and over. and over. and over. Dot and I continuously hit the bar. Over. and Over. and Over. No need to worry about driving, as we just had to hop the monorail to go to the parks. I am so totally spoiled now. </li>
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Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-56362586794521042752012-11-21T17:21:00.001-05:002012-11-21T17:21:12.834-05:00So much to say, so little time...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3PmbvuyUEY/UK1T1h08fHI/AAAAAAAADag/AFp7tmhge9w/s1600/IMG_0826.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b3PmbvuyUEY/UK1T1h08fHI/AAAAAAAADag/AFp7tmhge9w/s400/IMG_0826.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a> I've got lots of catching up to do on this ol' blog. Even though I doubt anyone other than my aunt and cousin ever tune in here.<br />
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Featured here is a pic of the beginnings of our elf costume. GS will be in the City of South Miami Parade of Elves on 12/2. Found the cute tights are target today for 4 bucks. (Her elf hat from Oriental trading has yet to be delivered.)<br />
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we did our usual trick or treating with our friends the Ps. T is always thrilled to hang with the big girls...<br />
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Can you believe that we went to a house, wherein an odd man answered the door. Though unvoiced at the time, that little voice in my head was saying...that guys wierd. The kids came running back to the street from his front door and announced what they received...<br />
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Cough drops. On the bright side, they were individually wrapped cough drops, but they were still frickin' cough drops!!!!!<br />
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I can't help but wonder...did the guy run out of candy and thought cough drops taste so good that they are a good substitute for candy? <br />
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Did her never have candy and was just giving out the drops??? <br />
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If he ran out of candy, he couldn't think to give out a few pennies instead??? <br />
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If he ran out of candy or never had candy, he couldn't think to turn off the damned lights and just not answer the door???<br />
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Needless to say, the cough drops were confiscated by the moms and dumped. <br />
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Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-19972737897954842852012-10-27T20:33:00.002-04:002012-10-27T20:35:41.090-04:00GS Halloween Party!The party was a HUGE success. As some of you may know, T was dressing up as Medusa. In anticipation thereof, I thought it would be appropriate for her to have crazy curly hair. Of course, Taylor's beautiful shiny black hair is straight as an arrow, and doesn't really hold much of a curl. So, I figured....<br />
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Off we went to CVS, and found spongy "hair rags". The curlers were all too big. I also searched the store for some Dippity Do, to make sure the curls held. Much to my dismay, dippity do is not for sale there. <br />
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I'm happy to report that her hair turned out great. Of course, the curls immediately started falling, but none the less stayed wavy all night. We sprayed her with hot pink color and gold glitter and she was good to go.<br />
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Finally, our first guest arrived. A sweet butterfly from T's class. <br />
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The party itself was lots of fun. I had the girls sing halloween carols, which are basically xmas songs with halloween words, we played pin the nose on the pumpkin, Boogo (halloween Bingo), bobbed for apples, threw sticky plastic spiders at a web like darts, and made halloween masks with one of those foam craft kits.<br />
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The hit of the night was the bobbing for apples and also pinning the nose on the pumpkin. <br />
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Everybody left by around 11:00. <br />
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Dot and I dove into bed, exhausted from all the fun. <br />
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Now, onto the main event on Wednesday! Happy Boo day everybody!!<br />
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<br />Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-16264321097122002412012-10-23T20:40:00.001-04:002012-10-23T20:40:41.068-04:00Halloween PartyAs you may have figured out, I've been kind of busy around here. Dot has been out in Idaho, coming back for a Saturday and returning on sunday. Plus....I've been in full party planning mode. We're having a GS Halloween Party on Friday. Its a teacher work day, and I've taken the day off. <br />
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The girls will come in costume. I'm going to try and pull together a witch or vampira costume for me. Black dress, scary make up , crazy hair. that about does it.<br />
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We'll be having pin the nose on the pumpkin, bobbing for apples, halloween bingo, mask decorating, yummy food and drinks. Should be a fun time.<br />
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Between girl scouts and school, November is going to be chock full of fun (read: exhausting) events what with the holidays coming, T's carnival, etc.<br />
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Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-71122480295526076882012-10-09T21:15:00.002-04:002012-10-09T21:15:39.829-04:00I Survived....by the skin of my teeth!!Well, I'm happy to report that I survived, with no serious injuries. Physically.<br />
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I can say it was not as bad as I was anticipating. I met some really wonderful women and learned quite a bit from them. My lunch went over fabulously. I brought ham and turkey. Squeeze mayo and mustard. Cheese and bread, and also some prepared salads.<br />
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Part of my duties was to bring some foil. I was in target and found it on sale 2 for 1. I looked, found the Reynolds Wrap, and found the box that said non-stick. My sissy raves about the foil that is non stick. I must say I love it too. My cheese from my pizza slices NEVER stick to the foil in my toaster oven. Its the best.<br />
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Well. Who knew that Reynolds Wrap makes something other than tin foil?? I certainly didn't. I mean, I call foil Reynolds Wrap...no matter who makes it. apparently, they also make some BS item called pan lining. Its foil with paper on the back, that one apparently lines casserole dishes when they have no teflon.<br />
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I can't tell you the crazy looks and jokes made at my expense. I figure that's what they get for assigning that task to the non-cook. Luckily, another woman in our group brought some too.<br />
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I'm also the woman who jumped up screaming and hitting myself to "get the bug off", when we were sitting around the camp fire. Um, there was no bug to be found. It was the end of the rope wrapped around my waist that was tickling me.<br />
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I'm also the woman who started yelling, who's got the bug spray, when a HUGE spider was hanging over some of the women's heads as we sat at a pic nic table. Um, apparently another huge no no. Bug spray is apparently not allowed at camps. <br />
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The bug world, however, got their revenge. Anyone who knows me, knows that I have a major phobia with roaches. If there is a palmetto bug around, it will gravitate to me. ALWAYS. <br />
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As we all were laying around in our bunk beds in our air conditioned cabins, someone noticed a palmetto bug on the ceiling. It, of course, started heading toward me. Where else would it head??<br />
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I jumpted and ran to the bathroom screaming, while the other ladies dealt with it. Of course, it ran...right into my bed. ICK!!<br />
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Long time later and after stripping my bed of its bedclothes, the roach was finally killed. <br />
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this was at midnight. <br />
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I got no sleep for the rest of the night. I was too traumatized from the frickin palmetto bug. Because as we all know....where there's one, there's 10. <br />
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After 2 hours sleep, we could finally wake up, eat breakfast, and head home.<br />
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Mission Accomplished. <br />
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I am now camp-certified. I think our first camp out will be my house, followed by some other inside venue, followed perhaps by Disney's fort wilderness, where they will pitch the tent for you, man the camp fire for you, and deliver pizza if you wish...not room service, but rather tent service.<br />
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Just my speed!! Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-36770826381910801012012-09-27T22:04:00.001-04:002012-09-27T22:04:42.285-04:00Planning for campingWell, I went to the camp planning meeting. We broke up into teams of 6 or 7 to plan for our big camp out. Of course, we will be at Camp Choee, which is GS camping lite. We will be camping in cbs block cabins, complete with cots, mattresses, and a/c. I'm thrilled. Plus, bathrooms are in the cabins. No tromping across the camp at night, dodging all sort of crazed creatures like foxes, raccoons, and armadillos. <br />
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I'm twice thrilled b/c I was assigned lunch. The group voted for sandwiches. So, I'm in charge of bringing all the fixings and preparing the sandwiches. Perfect! If the GS teachers insist, I supposed I can attempt to toast the bread over the fire, but I don't think that's required.<br />
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I, of course, said instead of me schlepping all the fixings down to the camp...why don't I just pick up subway already prepared. Well, that caused the GS teachers to spontaneously huddle up in a conference, come to our table and announce that my ingenous idea of picking up subway defeats the point of the training...which is planning the meal and remembering to bring the required stuff to prepare it. <br />
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I think my team is very clever volunteering me for the non-cook meal. They did that themselves without me pushing the idea. <br />
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The camp out is not this weekend, but next. I need to buy a bandana for the experience, and a dunk bag to hold my plate cup and utensils. <br />
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They also announced that no alcohol is allowed. Hmm. I'm not a Florida Gator for nothing. I've snuck more booze into more places than they can imagine. I'm thinking some baileys, kahlua based drink for the end of the night, to make us sleep soundly. If anyone asks, I'll just claim its iced coffee. <br />
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SCORE!!Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-51032280756179323042012-09-09T19:36:00.000-04:002012-09-09T19:36:34.938-04:00On the mend...Well, I'm happy to say that I'm on the mend. I've been self medicating with drugs I had in the house. Taking what was prescribed for me when I was having problems with discs in my neck. Its worked like a charm so far with my lower back disc. I was walking w/o the walker by late wednesday. <br />
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I was able to go to a girl scout meeting on thursday night. Luckily, I had a friend scheduled to come to lead the meeting, so i just had to walk to the scout house, sit in a chair, and walk back to the car. The other moms help cart around my stuff for me. I survived, but it was a very dicey thing. I probably should not have gone, but all was already arranged. <br />
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I used the walker the rest of the night at home, popped more meds, and watched the presidents speech at the DNC. That's right, anyone who knows me, knows I was drinking the Koolaid, inhaling the smoke of all that was the glorty of the democratic convention. Took the time to read the actual GOP platform online, and once again reaffirmed my conviction that I am a die-hard democrat. NOT. EVEN. CLOSE. My sign's in the yard, my bumperstickers are on my car, and I'm hoping everyday for 4 more years. End of political content!<br />
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Monday I'm off to work. It will be interesting to see how long I last. <br />
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Meanwhile, T had a ball at the GS meeting. It was the first real meeting of the year. We earned the painting badge. Close readers of this blog no I am no artist. So, I had my friend Jodie come in. She gave a quick lecture on styles of painting and different applications, then the girls got dirty. Literally.<br />
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First, we made puffy paint. That is paint made with shaving cream, elmers glue, and food coloring. Classic girl scout endeavor. The girls were thrilled and used the concoction to create a color, to paint a mood. I was laughing. As soon as the shaving cream came out all the moms jumped up to do it for the girls. I had to caution them, telling them to let the girls do it themselves. That's the fun of it right? I'm happy to report there were no impromptu shaving cream fights. <br />
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then, the girls practiced painting with things other than paint. q-tips, straws, cotton balls, sponges, etc. <br />
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Lastly, the girls used watercolors to paint a picture on canvass boards I got them. Like real artists. They did great!<br />
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A quick snack and we were out the door by 8:00 p.m. <br />
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Badge Earned!Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-23588636646355709642012-09-04T00:32:00.000-04:002012-09-04T00:32:21.309-04:00No news is not good newsNope, this time no news means I threw my back out today. Bent down to move a pillow in my chair before I sat down, and felt a big pain in my back. This seems a bit different than all the other times, as it hurts more. Praying that it eases up soon, as i ahve a girl scout meeting on thursday. Hope I don't have to cancel that!<br />
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How in the world did I forget to post about the first day of school??? T decided to wear her skirt, a new addition to the uniform. Luckily, its actually a skort which is a good thing for modesty's sake.<br />
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T has taken to doing cartwheels...in all places all the time. She will be walking here or there, doesn't really matter where, and break into a few cartwheels. The skort means that her plaid bottoms don't end up around her ears.<br />
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How do these Olympic moms do it???
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First, there is modeling. They are instructed to wear anything representative of any country, preferably their country of origin or descent. We dove into the basket of chinese clothes I had purchased while in china, and came out with a gorgeous chinese silk dress in a turquoise color.<br />
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Next, is modern dance. The girls are to wear shorts, tshirt and black close-toed shoes. Preferably in neon colors. Seriously? Neon colors?? Clearly, the camp counselors didn't live through the first neon craze of circa 1984. I vowed never to purchase anything neon again. Yet...there I was a target on my lunch hour, scouring the kids department for neon. Much to my surpise, there it was. Neon pink shorts, with neon orange patent belt, with a neon green cute cropped T. I must say, a skinny little 7 yr old looks soooo much cuter in neon than a pudgy college girl.<br />
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Third, is the flamenco. Close readers of this blog may recall that my little chinese gringa girl stole the show and was named the "Spanish Rose" for her flamenco skills at the age of 5. The girls are to wear a black tank top, leggings of any color, and a coin belt. I got T black leggings and had no idea what a coin belt was. Its a scarf that wraps around the hips, with lots of coins hanging off it. Belly dancers wear it. So does Shakira. I plugged "coin belt" into the amazon search engine and there it was for less than 10 bucks. SCORE!!!! T chose pink. It was delivered the next day. <br />
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Lastly, there is cheerleading. T won the prize for the best cheerleader last year. I doubt she will win again this year, as she is in a show with the older girls, aged 7 - 13. The costume is her camp tshirt and shorts. <br />
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So, there you are. T is so excited she can't stand it. I must admit so am I. I'll try and get video. Only problem is, its hard to watch the show when filming.Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-72661169603784927722012-07-30T19:08:00.001-04:002012-07-30T19:08:10.715-04:00Red Cross CertifiedWell, on saturday my friend Marie ( a junior GS leader) and I (the new Brownie GS leader) spent the day getting first aid and cpr certified. It was literally an ALL DAY EVENT. Quite the intensive course with lots of information. I'm good for 3 years. After all I learned, I feel like I could open a MASH unit in my back yard, and have been humming <em>Suicide is Painless</em> for the past 2 days.<br />
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For those of you who are annoyingly YOUNG, that was the name of the theme song from MASH, which was a hugely popular show in the 70's and 80's. With the completion of this class, I am almost a fully-certified leader. All that's left to learn is camp training. <br />
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And when they say camp training, they mean camp training. I will literally have to camp overnight at Camp Mahatchee. That's the girl scout camp down on old cutler road, known for its scorpions and rustic camping atmosphere. I.e. no cabins or a/c. While I enjoyed the camp at the age of 10, something tells me it will leave alot to be desired at 46. That's scheduled in the beginning of October.<br />
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And yes, I'll be pitching tents, learning to build camp fires, learn to cook on a camp fire, a bunson burner and a BBQ, and learn other camping skills. Since I can barely cook on an electric stove, this should prove to be interesting. <br />
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Can't we just have domino's deliver?Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-73726114909333956782012-07-25T20:19:00.001-04:002012-07-25T20:19:58.173-04:00The Kid had a Ball!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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T has already requested to wear her jean skirt w sequin hearts on it, and her hair in a pony tail, that can stick out the hole in the back of the hat. She's been busy all night playing BB on the Wii game.</div>
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Batter Up!</div>Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-17892699426572779242012-07-08T19:43:00.002-04:002012-07-08T21:21:37.726-04:00Where'd the Weekend Go??That's what I've been asking myself all evening. I suspect I'll be asking in a week or so, "Where the hell did the summer go?" <br />
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I'm happy to report that we are pretty much ready for the new school year...which starts on 8/20. T's uniforms have been purchased. We have new shoes and sneakers. We just scored some snazzy looking school supplies at <a href="mailto:t@rget">t@rget</a>. Lots of pink, purple and turquoise folders, notebooks, pencil holders. <br />
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And...I've just ordered her new rolling backpack and lunch box. T chose a purple paisley print from potterybarn Teen. (apparently no more pottery barn kid for us...boo hoo!) I was particularly thrilled with her selection, as I'm certain this will hide the dirt much better than her previous ones did.<br />
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Now, we just need to work on T's penmenship when writing "u"'s . You'll see fairly quickly why I say that, when you see the picture (that I'm about to post) from a card she drew and pinned up on the 5 Guys billboard. Oy.<br />
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Today she went to the venetian pool with the camp. She had a ball. She was planning for it all week. Had to get a new target swim suit for the occasion. She was insisting on a bikini..which I ban her from wearing to camp. Call me old fashioned, but I'm sorry. No kid needs to be running around the school yard and sliding down slides in a bikini. Oh, how my youth is coming back to haunt me. Of course, I was having these fights w my mom when I was 10. T is just 7. So, we compromised with a tankini. That's a bikini, but the top has extra material that covers the stomach/torso area. <br />
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Of course, as with any field trip, the camp insists that the children wear their camp tshirt. T wore hers too. But over her swim cover up, which was over her swim suit. She packed flip flops in her back pack to change into when they went to the pool at 1:00 p.m. I just know as soon as I dropped her off, she changed her shoes. Seriously...is this kid in second grade or 12th grade? Sigh. <br />
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On the agenda for the month of july.... a pirate ship cruise, a marlins game, lots more movies, and a camp olympics.<br />
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Why don't they have camp for adults?Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-6810883314298048462012-06-14T06:07:00.002-04:002012-06-14T06:07:26.758-04:00Summer Camp has begun!Well, I've been terribly remiss in my blogging. Been a bit busy. I have a trial that is supposed to start on monday, and have been feverishly preparing for it. Of course, just got word today that he is having some type of surgical procedure today, the recovery of which supposedly is going to interfere with the defense's preparation of the case, so they may be moving for a continuance. Sigh. <br />
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Story of my life. Hurry up and get ready, then nothing. I'll find out when it will be continued to...days or weeks in the future...on Monday. So, I have to continue to prepare.<br />
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In other news, one of my oldest friends was in town with her family this past weekend. We hung out and went to the venetian pool. T had a fabulous time playing and swimming with the three kids. I got a bit of a sunburn while lazing around on my lawn chair.<br />
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Somehow, all of T's sandals are getting too small. Had to go looking for some new ones, and only scored one pair in all the mall. T is just starting to enter into kid sizes from toddler sizes. She's just about a size 13, which is very difficult to find, apparently. Plus, I find at many of the stores, the selection is not as great. <br />
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Lastly, summer camp has started. T is very excited and is having lots of fun. They have already been to the movies, and they are scheduled to go bowling on friday. T announced that she won the dance contest this week, and scored a lollipop. So for the moment, all is right in her world.Brownie Troop 157http://www.blogger.com/profile/07660225156868730083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1354814066311007549.post-29695182915079557192012-06-08T07:53:00.002-04:002012-06-08T07:53:36.542-04:00Goodbye First Grade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The plan is that T will go to the same summer camp she's been at for the last 2 years. Its at her school and she likes it alot. Just as important to me, its safe and the cheapest thing going in town. Once could spend a fortune on summer camps. Its crazy.</div>
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