Hikes & Outdoors No Comments 
big boy mountain, camp wabak, hiking, mountain magic, patches, wildflowers
I’m supposed to be preparing for our Junior camping trip to Hunting Island State Park right now and finishing up plans for our troop’s Cherokee, NC trip in May, but instead I’m taking a break (a.k.a. procrastinating) to post about Big Boy Mountain in the spring! Continue reading
Random Things That Don't Fit Anywhere Else Kinda Like Me 2 Comments gsusa, OFFICIAL scarf, the 80s, uniforms
It’s April 22nd and you know what that means! HAPPY LEADER’S DAY! Party! And then get back to planning your next meeting and working on paperwork, pronto!
To celebrate Leader’s Day, I present to you the famous Bill Blass designs from the 80s (courtesy of gscatalogs.com):
National Operations, Opinions 2 Comments big boy mountain, camp wabak, gsusa, leader issues, mountain magic, surveys, troop stuff
A few weeks ago, the Girl Scouts Voices Count surveys were sent out. Both of my girls and I each received one. A few years ago my oldest got a t-shirt for completing one! Where’s mine? Maybe it could read, “I FILLED OUT THIS REALLY LONG SURVEY AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT.” Continue reading
Experiences as a Leader 2 Comments camp pisgah, camp wabak, cookie dough, patches, service unit, stem, troop 2562
We just wrapped up our service unit’s Encampment Weekend. It was a great one – albeit a little cold! I always get a little depressed after a big event has passed whether it’s a Girl Scout weekend or a church retreat. This song runs through my head for the next day or so until the melancholy passes. Really, it does:
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Reminiscing 2 Comments I get injured, j-low, memories all alone in the moonlight, mrs. vickers, newspaper clippings, savannah, sonja, the 80s, trips, troop 20
In 1983, Troop 20 followed our 1982 World’s Fair Excursion with the pinnacle of all Girl Scout trips – a visit to Savannah, GA to the Juliette Gordon Low Birthplace. There are things I remember about our Savannah trip – like the boot glass I got from the Pirates’ House (that I still have!) and being creeped out during the tour after finding out that graves were buried above sea level and at one point floated away during a flood. I remember asking the tour guide later if that white thing floating out in the river was a coffin – which made the tour guide laugh but some in my troop scared to go to sleep that night. Continue reading