Make new friends… but mostly Sit-Upons…
… and that’s pretty much all we did in Girl Scouts. Girl Scout camp was ok — Camp Dorothy Carlton in the virtual hizz-ouse!
Ahem.
Anyway, all I remember about that is:
- Making Sit-Upons
Sort of like this but for reals (do the kids still say that?) This lovely lady bought tablecloths and yarn for her girls. In my day, we made ’em out of old newspapers, garbage bags, and dental floss. In the snow. Uphill. Both ways. And we liked it fine! - Playing “Light As A Feather, Stiff As A Board,” a bizarre little paranormal ritual in which you discover that if one little girl lies down and eight little girls surround her and chant “Light as a feather, stiff as a board” ten times in a row, they will be able to lift their hep-mo-tized companion with just their index fingers. Which, of course, they would have been able to do anyway, given that she weighs probably 75 pounds. This is akin to “Bloody Mary” a game in which you chant “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary” over and over into a mirror until you see Bloody Mary’s bloody face OR, and more likely, you say you see Bloody mary’s bloody face because you’re sick of saying “Bloody Mary” over and over into a mirror when you could be…
- Throwing food into the fire!
Girl Scouts are waaay into throwing stuff into fires, especially food, especially if you get to feel like a real wilderness gal and actually cook the food, usually wrapped in tin foil. You can bake potatoes that way, of course, but why do that when you can make Banana Boats! Peel just one section of the peel, dig out a little furrow of banana (yes, with your finger, duh) and put a bunch of chocolate chips in there. Wrap the whole thing in tin foil and set it in the coals. Now, truth be told, nothing much happens to the banana that wouldn’t happen if you used it for a Sit-upon, but that’s hardly the point! Until you’ve burned your fingers unwrapping a hot banana-and-melted chocolate goo packet, well my friend, you haven’t…. uh, you just haven’t. I guess. But believe me, it’s yummy!
Anyway, the login page of WordPress always has interesting posts from different bloggers, and today this one caught my eye because I thought, how did we miss out on this little gem? Why weren’t our troop leaders on the ball enough to bring cake mix and oranges to camp?
(Probably because these were the same leaders who asked a model to come teach us how to sit nicely and file our nails. Shr handed out emery boards. I am not making this up. I pretty much gave up going at that point because lame, right? Anyway, you can’t very well cross your legs prettily at the ankle when you’re cross-legged on your Sit-Upon chanting “Bloody Mary” and snarfing down Banana Boats, amirite? Of course I am.)
“When life gives you oranges… make Cake-In-An-Orange!”
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Sub-urbane... so close to cool. 
You never told me all that stuff. I know you didn’t. I’m not just forgetting – maybe.
Mum. Seriously. Even girl scouts need a private life.
Word! I remember making Sit-Upons in Brownies. My Sit-Upon was made out of a yellow, curtain-y material and the stitching was bright green. I also decorated it, but if you were to look at it now, you wouldn’t be able to tell what the hell I was trying to communicate, with all the nonsensical stick figure drawings and random words. An arteest I am not.