The Girl Scout In Us All

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The Girl Scout In Us All

I’m not the kind of gal that wallows in Debby Downer sweatpants with unwashed hair, while searching on cable for the secret pleasure of a Golden Girls rerun…

… only rolling her ass off the couch long enough to add more ice to her drink and hi-5 the cat, while moving past his empty bowl, brushing the refrigerator, giving a middle-finger-salute to any plans for supper, tripping on last week’s mail, which missed the garbage can, and landing on the pile of laundry that still needs folding ’cause I left it there for JUST THAT REASON- JEEZ, kinda gal.

 

Not me.

 

Never happens.

 

I’m all Nike Just Do It on that shit.

 

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The Girl Scout In Us All

 

And, I never loose my motivation for securing Girl Scout badges because of:

 

  • No available parking within a mile of the door needed to enter while being run over by people that should have lost their driver’s licenses when Lyndon Johnson was still President, or
  • Signing on the dotted-line for a storage locker, who’s recent flooding would make Noah jealous, and requiring me to ‘quick-like-a-conejo’ ( as per the Puerto Rican day manager who mostly keeps the office door locked- even when I CAN SEE HIM THROUGH THE WINDOWS gringo man!) have all contents removed and stored in a locker of greater value by men who work in my husband’s warehouse that already feel like their being screwed, or
  • Having a home refinanced, and the accompanying paperwork, with First Born promissory note, that is required for a successful closing- not to mention the physical appraisal that is now needed which means I will have to actually c-l-e-a-n, between the housekeeper’s visits, or
  • The woman hours needed to stage a successful, and HGTV-worthy, yard sale, because I’m NOTHING if not a stager of the $200-don’t-spend-it-all-in-one-place after advertising, renting tables, going to the bank to get small change, blow-up those balloons and tie them on the fence, look the other way when the woman with the Labrador lets him piss on the carpet I’m trying to sell, person, or
  • Navigating the streets, that The City Of New Orleans has brilliantly decided to improve ALL AT THE SAME TIME, because, the last of the Katrina $ is now in a ‘use-it or loose-it’ position, and waiting to blow-up the Garden District and Uptown roads just seems like justice for not being the Ninth Ward, or
  • Dealing with the heat. Showering is a fool’s game, or
  • A boy child, traveling like a gypsy, with a woman from France, that was in school in Montreal, that came for a USA visit, and stayed with him on the recommendation of friends, that turned into LOVE and now he’s in NYC with a broken down car, waving her off for home, to France for the summer, hoping to meet up with her again, and stomp grapes on her uncles Winery, making enough swag to keep him, and her, flush on their return trip to the States, where they will live on LUV alone (remember those days?), or
  • Spending the few hours one has with their significant other- together- in the evenings, watching Naked and Afraid, or Fat Guys in the Woods (I’ll send him to the woods…), or
  •  Baiting the cockroaches that have decided to to ‘Party Like It’s 1999‘ in my kitchen, or,
  • A Reduction Diet, which is failing miserably. Or is it the wine? Or maybe the food? Both?

 

So ‘No’. None of the above.

 

I’m a troop leader.

 

 

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  • William Kendall - Obviously the Girl Scouts have branched away from cookies!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Not your mother’s scouts anymore.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - Yup. I’ve still got the Girl Scout in me too. I don’t have a thin mint skin, I’m Do-Se-Do-ing my way through life with a Savannah Smile on my face, having a Toffee-tastic time. No more samoas-samoas, making lemonades outta lemons. Wanna Taga-along? 😉ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Now, how do I reply to that? Ding-A-Ling.ReplyCancel

  • Connie McLeod - I was my daughter’s GS leader. In middle school I took them to NYC and taught them how to buy designer rip-off purses and how to hail a cab. Important stuff.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - All very important stuff. I knew I liked you.ReplyCancel

  • K. Lee Banks - That’s quite the entertaining list! Thanks for sharing your sense of humor.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I wonder if the GS have a badge for smartass?ReplyCancel

  • Joan Harrington - Hi Cheryl.

    Really enjoyed your post today thank you! I suppose there is a girl scout in all of us 😉ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Truth: I just liked the uniforms.ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - Which Girl Scout are you?Seems to me you are their jeweled crown: thin mints. Yup. Delish, unbeatable and to-die-for. Are they funny like you too?ReplyCancel

  • Abby - Sorry for being slow (I’m low on hormones again so my brain doesn’t work as fast) but I didn’t get the Montreal part?ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Nothing to ‘get’- just that she’s from France, was in school in Montreal, decided to see NOLA, stayed with our foster son ( on advise of a mutual friend), and then they took off together. True love don’t ya think?ReplyCancel

      • Abby - Now I “get” it:) See, menopause isn’t funny at all, since I thought there was a deeper meaning to that, like a double story, whatever. I think I need a double Martini to wake up my brain:) xx AbbyReplyCancel

        • Cheryl - I brush my teeth in gin- saves time.ReplyCancel

  • Carolann - Good post! When my daughter was little I was a troop leader too and it was a blast. Times I will never forget for sure.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I was NEVER troop leader. My daughter didn’t even want me to know she was IN GS! HahahaaaaReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - I was never a Girl Scout. I was in the 4 H Club though. That is why I had to make that apron for a County Fair. Considering all Mama had has a Singer Treadle, third prize wasn’t bad against all the farm women that sewed and sewed. So no cookie sales for me.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - I know it’s shocking but I was a leader for my daughter’s Girl Scout troop. We did things totally our own way so I guess it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when I asked the girls to repeat the Girl Scout motto and they said, “Don’t whine.” Sigh …ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Ok, seriously? Hubby and I had a middle of the night insomnia discussion about girl scout badges. I only wish I could remember the content of the conversation!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Random. Odd. A little spooky with the ‘timing’. Totally normal if you ask me.ReplyCancel

  • Leanne Le Cras - good grief – you deserve the Queen Scout (or Queen Guide as it is in Oz) badge for navigating all that! Time for an iced tea I think 🙂ReplyCancel

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