tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post2375209709175509792..comments2008-07-27T13:46:17.207-04:00Jozet at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-10678155613650211852008-07-27T13:46:00.000-04:002008-07-27T13:46:00.000-04:00This is exactly how the GS's got me. Excellent!Cheri @ Blog This Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088657210215863433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-48455010797181483962008-05-06T07:50:00.000-04:002008-05-06T07:50:00.000-04:00Please tell me yuo all got out alive, it all has the slightly worrying feel of a TV movie about it and I am on tenterhooks.Moobshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10432830480757383871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-87541775011289511182008-05-05T19:43:00.000-04:002008-05-05T19:43:00.000-04:00I'm a Boy Scout merit badge counselor and I find it highly ironic that we must PAY to volunteer our hours. One would think that scouting would be willing to front the $10 in order to lure--I mean--make an even exchange for the hundreds of volunteer hours you'll be coughing up. Just saying. Eat a s'more for me.apathy loungehttp://wordgirl5.typepad.com/apathy_loungenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-40045383604950738412008-05-04T21:24:00.000-04:002008-05-04T21:24:00.000-04:00Sounds like fun...In just a few years, I will sign my daughter up for your troop! LOL. Hope it went well and of course, I hope you post some highlights of the trip...Careyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-40910039054193630632008-05-04T10:19:00.000-04:002008-05-04T10:19:00.000-04:00Woo Hoo! Camping with girl scouts during a thunderstorm! When I was a girl scout my troop went camping in a thunderstorm! Great fun and only a few hysterical girls. Let us know how it went.Professor Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02540617923517042598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-24813551614262060582008-05-02T22:41:00.000-04:002008-05-02T22:41:00.000-04:00I'm so sorry, I said you were lotta crazy. But I admire crazy. <BR/>I am so ducking when I enroll my little one in Sparks (our version of the Daisys, I believe). My sordid camping past sounds very much like yours.kgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488069680575426742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-4662601946093408262008-05-02T07:21:00.000-04:002008-05-02T07:21:00.000-04:00I was all geared up to become a Junior troop leader starting next fall, but now Joe's going back to Drexel full-time for his Ph.D. starting in the fall. But I've been one of the extra moms on many a Brownie campout, and Cookie Mom twice now (never again!). My leader is the kind that plans WAY more than anyone could possibly do and then panic and freezes and deals mostly with her own diva of a daughter at every event, leaving much of everything else to me and a couple of other moms. Yikes.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948339436308804384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-9375850571719881172008-05-02T00:13:00.000-04:002008-05-02T00:13:00.000-04:00Doritos and cans of cherry pie filling. That's camp food. Well, for people who aren't of drinking age.<BR/><BR/>Have fun?mothergoosemousehttp://www.mothergoosemouse.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-78670374807436562792008-05-01T23:16:00.000-04:002008-05-01T23:16:00.000-04:00I liked Anne's suggestion. I would be happy to loan you my three Savage Boys to sneak around and wreak some havoc (they specialize in havoc) in case the thunderstorms don't sufficiently freak everyone out. I'm thinking about the cabin booby-trap scenes from The Parent Trap, for starters. You have my number if you need it....Kathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01974881173261676027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-32654482087351611672008-05-01T21:22:00.000-04:002008-05-01T21:22:00.000-04:00Here's what you do.<BR/><BR/>The first night sit them down and explain the laws of the wild. You know, how the weak animals that don't help the herd get eaten first. Then tell them matter-of-factly that it also applies to Girl Scouts. It'll be fun. Like Girl Scout Survivor.<BR/><BR/>Seriously, you will have fun. It will be all kinds of go, go, go and, before you know it, you'll be back in your nice warm house with a big pile of musty camping gear. <BR/><BR/>Flea.<BR/>Flea, fly.<BR/>Flea, fly flo-oh!annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01306851407588054538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-59564338358186592072008-05-01T17:24:00.000-04:002008-05-01T17:24:00.000-04:00(nice work on the subject line, btw. beautimous.)<BR/><BR/>(and the voting system. what kinda crazy is able to work something like that out? crazy like a fox, *I* say.)<BR/><BR/>(did you know that my hands can talk to each other?)<BR/><BR/>(I like parentheses!!!1!)<BR/><BR/>(frog eyeballs are the best licky part.)<BR/><BR/>(you are going to have SOOOO much fun. on the real, yo.)<BR/><BR/>(xoxoxo)lildbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14163363926316904033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-30725784511010609312008-05-01T16:41:00.000-04:002008-05-01T16:41:00.000-04:00You are my hero. I couldn't be a Girl Scout leader, even if DS would let me dress him up in a brown jumper. ;) I hope you all have fun and eat lots of chocolate smores and drink tankards of hot chocolate. Can't wait for the after camping with 3rd graders post. -KKAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-27263877048425912432008-05-01T11:17:00.000-04:002008-05-01T11:17:00.000-04:00I think you're crazy, but that post was funny. I'm wishing you the best of luck.<BR/><BR/>Have you thought about doing omelettes in plastic bags in boiling water? That was always successful in camping trips. Not that I got to go, because when I wanted to be a girl scout, my mom went through the exact same thing, only she stopped at step 8. No troops for us.Noellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11567505547323976582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-30596980726827712342008-05-01T10:51:00.000-04:002008-05-01T10:51:00.000-04:00There is no doubt in my mind that you are crazy my dear, but it's the good kind of crazy. The endearing crazy. The crazy that makes me want to snuggle up with you under an army surplus blanket and drink hot cocoa while watching 20 girl scouts play with the camp fire.<BR/><BR/>Have fun! :DRenéehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04832007853416244841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-4725269561232014362008-05-01T09:54:00.000-04:002008-05-01T09:54:00.000-04:00Kenny,<BR/><BR/>Many Doritos will be brought, mostly because you showed me what long-burn great fire starters they make.<BR/><BR/>However, no tequila. Caffeinated coffee will be the medication of choice on this trip for all moms involved.<BR/><BR/>JJozet at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-62057823812948024242008-05-01T09:26:00.000-04:002008-05-01T09:26:00.000-04:00It's gonna rain.PSoTDhttp://www.psotd.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-1973398046130599712008-05-01T09:22:00.000-04:002008-05-01T09:22:00.000-04:00hey J. love the pic of A! she deserves that. as for the weekend. why not just pretend it is the old days. bring an i-pod with lots of the dead, 20 bags of doritos, a fifth of tequilla, oh and don't forget the brown acid. all will be ok, or at least ok enough. kenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-54703238141240737632008-05-01T06:35:00.000-04:002008-05-01T06:35:00.000-04:00Yep. That's pretty much how I got to be team Mom, room Mom, Cultural Arts Chair....lots else too. None of it was intentional. <BR/><BR/>But you rock for doing it. Your girls will always remember that. <BR/><BR/>Have a great time out in the woods. In the rain. With children. <BR/><BR/>I'll be thinking of you. No, I really will.Blog Antagonisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09378330862349859998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-39861800365335676272008-05-01T04:29:00.000-04:002008-05-01T04:29:00.000-04:00You're talking to a veteran. I took one troop from kindergarten to tenth; the others from k-7.<BR/><BR/>Delegate, delegate, delegate--let those little girls make fruit salad with plastic knives and a carton of lemon yougurt. <BR/><BR/>Great rainy day activity. White bandanas from Michaels and lots of colored sharpies to color them in. Hours of inside entertainment.<BR/><BR/>It will be great, you will want more.<BR/><BR/>Can I tell you that I count among my first set of girls graduates of: UCLA, Occidental, Bryn Mawr, Stanford, George Washington University, University of Puget Sound, and more?<BR/><BR/>You're always a gir scout in your heart--its just that later the girls will grow up and then you can take wine on your camping trips again!Jenn @ Juggling Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455967210924573398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-72563262919064554232008-05-01T02:30:00.000-04:002008-05-01T02:30:00.000-04:00HAR! I was torn between the smores and the alien frog...so I settled for the smores.OmegaMomhttp://omegamom.comnoreply@blogger.com