Freestyle Friday: Bridging

I am helping lead Emma's Daisy/Brownie troop this year.  They were all Daisies last year; but this year some of the girls are in 2nd grade, meaning they bridge up to Brownies.  We held an official bridging ceremony tonight, with a celebratory campfire (and obligatory s'mores) afterward.  It was wonderful.

The bridge - the bridging Brownies drew pictures about things they like about Girl Scouts, and we displayed them.

First we had the girls (we had both Brownies and Daisies from the troop there) line up and say the Girl Scout Promise.

Then each bridging Brownie read a few lines from the Girl Scout Law and "bridged" to officially become Brownies. They received a brown ribbon sash, a certificate, a bridging patch, and a gift from the Daisies. At our meeting this week, the Daisies made pretty beaded bracelets for the older girls. It was very cute.

Emma wore the Brownie uniform that belonged to her Mamaw Peggy (my mom) as a young Brownie. Isn't that so sweet?

Here is a sweet photo of all 3 of our new Brownies:

After the ceremony, the girls roasted marshmallows and made s'mores with brownies instead of Hershey bars. I didn't try one, but one of the dads said it was even better with brownies than with Hershey bars.

We were really pleased with how the event turned out.

3 Thoughts Thursday: Stuff I don't like

1. Getting junk under my fingernails
Like dirt, dough, BBQ sauce (one of the main reasons I don't like BBQ sauce is because it gets under my fingernails)

2. People who don't follow through
One of my biggest pet peeves. Say you're going to do something? Mean it. Do it. Then we won't have a problem.

3. People who drive slow in the fast lane
Seriously, there aren't many things more frustrating than that.

Comment with 3 things you don't like. Let it out. You'll feel better.

Wednesday: Where was I? 12 years ago

I wasn't sure I even wanted to write about this - like I'm jumping on the "Remembering 9-11" bandwagon with everyone else. But this is the anniversary of the day the lives of Americans changed forever.

On that fateful day, I was working at a local TV station in Noblesville: the weirdest, most terrible job I've ever had. (Let's just say I worked there for a month and left because the owners were crazy. Plus I never got a paycheck. It was an odd situation. But I digress.)

The camera guy and I were watching the coverage on the tiny TV in the studio, in complete shock. I think we actually watched as the second tower got hit. Then the bosses let us go home to be with our families. (Possibly the only decent thing they ever did. Again I digress.)

The rest of the day is a blur.

So that's where I was 12 years ago today.

Twitter Tuesday: Need prayer

Would you please stop for a second and say a prayer of healing for my mom? She's having some chest and back pain. I'm worried about her.

Dear Monday

Dear Monday,
It's my dear hubby's birthday. Big Daddy is another year older today, making him (for the time being) 2 years older than me. Our birthdays are a year and a half apart, but from September 9 to February 5 he is 2 years older.

Dear Red Lobster,
My parents took us to Red Lobster to celebrate Big Daddy's big day. Three of the 5 of us went with the Endless Shrimp deal. I abstained and instead went with parmesan-crusted tilapia with broccoli and other mixed veggies. Emma went with popcorn shrimp. We were all pleased with our choices and completely stuffed by the time we left.

Dear weather,
Stop being so hot. That is all.