This week's winner is Michael's. I bought a 100-pack of blank invitations for an upcoming party and my baby book project. I opened the box and printed a few pages of the baby book and noticed that every 5th sheet was crumpled on one end. I stopped printing and called Michael's to ask them if I could return the box even though it was open and I used some of the invites.
They said no! I even spoke to a manager, who said they would take it back if I hadn't used any, but since it's used they won't take it back or exchange it for a new box. What a bunch of yuckballs!
So I continued printing the baby book pages, being careful to take out every 5th sheet. There were plenty to cover that project, but (without doing the math) I don't think I'll enough good ones left to print the party invites. I'll be purchasing the new box from Ben Franklin or Joann.
I know, my life is so rough that this is my biggest problem to deal with. But it pisses me off.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
I'm a C-O-P-Y, so sue me.
Buying baby gifts is agonizing. I love all the cute stuff at the store, but I have no idea what babies (or their parents) really need. The registry helps, but usually by the time I get to it, everything's been purchased except the $129 stroller or the sold-out-everywhere-but-Alaska 3-piece "Fishinaquarimaginatiouflage" car-seat-with-2-bases set. So I usually end up buying a weird hodge-podge of something like washcloths, rectal thermometers, and binkies. Do people even use rectal thermometers anymore? Who knows.
I've decided that until I have a kid and know what people actually need I'm going the home-made route with gifts. My boss is expecting a baby boy in October, and since she's always mentioning that she doesn't have the time nor skill to make scrapbooks and she regrets not having her first kid's life documented as of yet, she's going to be my first victim. Congratulations Christine - you're the guinea pig! Ha!
I saw the project I copied tonight on a blog a few months ago. The bloggers were expecting a baby and they pre-assembled a scrapbook that would help document the baby's first few years. It has basic things like favorites, milestones, slots for pictures, etc. They put the file they used up on their site for download, and I snatched it up!
I went to Michael's today to pick up an 8x8 album with top-loading pages, along with an 8x8 baby boy paperstack. I think I got ripped off on the paper - 8x11 individual sheets are like $.29 each, and I paid $9.99 for 36 reversible sheets in the pack. But I saved the time of having to stand there and pick out enough matching baby boy papers. How much is my time worth? Yeah, I'm ok with paying a little extra...
Anyways, when I opened the document tonight to get to work on the book, I realized that the pages were formatted for 8x11 paper, so I had to do a whole lot of editing to make each page smaller to fit my paper (5 1/2 x 8 1/2 blank invitation paper). An hour of formatting and shuffling and copying and pasting later, my document was ready to go.
Once I printed all the pages, I trimmed each one down to a 5 1/2 square, which would fit in the middle of each 8x8 patterned paper.
With everything trimmed and ready to be assembled, I centered and attached each 5 1/2 square milestone page onto a patterned page and put them all in the book.
Done!
I've decided that until I have a kid and know what people actually need I'm going the home-made route with gifts. My boss is expecting a baby boy in October, and since she's always mentioning that she doesn't have the time nor skill to make scrapbooks and she regrets not having her first kid's life documented as of yet, she's going to be my first victim. Congratulations Christine - you're the guinea pig! Ha!
I saw the project I copied tonight on a blog a few months ago. The bloggers were expecting a baby and they pre-assembled a scrapbook that would help document the baby's first few years. It has basic things like favorites, milestones, slots for pictures, etc. They put the file they used up on their site for download, and I snatched it up!
I went to Michael's today to pick up an 8x8 album with top-loading pages, along with an 8x8 baby boy paperstack. I think I got ripped off on the paper - 8x11 individual sheets are like $.29 each, and I paid $9.99 for 36 reversible sheets in the pack. But I saved the time of having to stand there and pick out enough matching baby boy papers. How much is my time worth? Yeah, I'm ok with paying a little extra...
Anyways, when I opened the document tonight to get to work on the book, I realized that the pages were formatted for 8x11 paper, so I had to do a whole lot of editing to make each page smaller to fit my paper (5 1/2 x 8 1/2 blank invitation paper). An hour of formatting and shuffling and copying and pasting later, my document was ready to go.
Once I printed all the pages, I trimmed each one down to a 5 1/2 square, which would fit in the middle of each 8x8 patterned paper.
With everything trimmed and ready to be assembled, I centered and attached each 5 1/2 square milestone page onto a patterned page and put them all in the book.
Done!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
3 years later, the Alaska scrapbook is complete!
We took a trip to Alaska in July 2007 and took a TON of pictures. I was way into scrapbooking at the time, and I found the most awesome touristy store in Fairbanks with a whole scrapbooking section! I bought a bunch of stickers and paper with Alaska flags and attractions, and collected stickers and tickets and brochures during our trip on our excursions. So when I got home, I figured all I needed to do was print pictures and pick out a CM scrapbook and it would be a fun, easy project.
But then life got in the way, I guess. I finally got around to ordering all of our pictures about a year and a half (?) ago, and they've been sitting in a pile in my craft room ever since , unedited and lonely. This weekend I was looking for a project to complete before school starts back up, and decided to make that scrapbook. At first I wasn't sure if I was going to make the whole thing this weekend or just get started, but usually once I start something like that my OCD kicks in and I have to finish. I did that with Nate's tshirt quilt. I waited until a couple weeks before his birthday to start it, and once I started I was determined to finish the whole thing, from cutting the tshirts to sewing the last seam, in a day. Phew.
I started this book last night around 8pm, stayed up until 2am or so, and started up again after lunch today. I finished around 4, and it feels so good to check that book off my to-do list! The list is still pretty effing long, but this just might be the oldest task on there :)
Now I can start thinking about the scrapbook for the cruise to the Bahamas we took in March with the Millers! Bonnie and I both bought Carnival scrapbooks and a pack of cruise-themed paper. We also collected a ton of stickers, souvenirs, and other items that can be put in there, just like I did in Alaska. That one will have to wait until January, when I'm done with school for a while. :) Off to order pictures...
But then life got in the way, I guess. I finally got around to ordering all of our pictures about a year and a half (?) ago, and they've been sitting in a pile in my craft room ever since , unedited and lonely. This weekend I was looking for a project to complete before school starts back up, and decided to make that scrapbook. At first I wasn't sure if I was going to make the whole thing this weekend or just get started, but usually once I start something like that my OCD kicks in and I have to finish. I did that with Nate's tshirt quilt. I waited until a couple weeks before his birthday to start it, and once I started I was determined to finish the whole thing, from cutting the tshirts to sewing the last seam, in a day. Phew.
I started this book last night around 8pm, stayed up until 2am or so, and started up again after lunch today. I finished around 4, and it feels so good to check that book off my to-do list! The list is still pretty effing long, but this just might be the oldest task on there :)
Now I can start thinking about the scrapbook for the cruise to the Bahamas we took in March with the Millers! Bonnie and I both bought Carnival scrapbooks and a pack of cruise-themed paper. We also collected a ton of stickers, souvenirs, and other items that can be put in there, just like I did in Alaska. That one will have to wait until January, when I'm done with school for a while. :) Off to order pictures...
Saturday, August 14, 2010
It's official - I'm married to a 4 year old...
You know how little kids like to take toys apart and put the pieces in their pockets for later? Yeah, I guess Dave does that too. I just brought all the laundry downstairs and sorted it. As I was emptying pockets, something fell out of one of them and flew across the room! So once I was done sorting I went over to check it out - what did I find?
Really, Dave? The head of C3PO? In your pajama pants pocket? Really? In what circumstance does a 30-something year old man need the head of C3PO in his pocket?
Really, Dave? The head of C3PO? In your pajama pants pocket? Really? In what circumstance does a 30-something year old man need the head of C3PO in his pocket?
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Hiding my guilty pleasure, saving $6 a month, and a new tradition...
The little bookshelf in my craft room has been bothering me for a while, because it looks so cheap. While I don't have the funds to replace it for a bigger and better storage system, like this, I wanted to find a cheap and easy way to make it look more grown up and organized.
I've been looking for a basket with a lid, where I can hide my guilty pleasure - my Beverly Lewis books. I love her books - they are my go-to when I go on vacation and don't know what my reading mood will be, because they're a universal fit to my ever-changing moods. I usually have one in the car or my purse just in case I get stuck somewhere or have time to waste. However, although I love her books, if you walk into my craft room and see them all, you'll instantly compare me to a 12 year old who has every book in Lemony Snickett's A Series of Unfortunate Events or the American Girl collection.
Anyways...after work today I stopped at Michael's to pick up some blank invitations for an upcoming party, and I perused the basket aisle to see what they had. I was in luck - they had the perfect basket! I hadn't measured the shelf, but the basket looked like the perfect size to fit onto the shelves, and it had a liftable lid attached! Score! All the baskets were 40% off and I had a gift card, so I ended up paying $17 for 2 baskets! My wallet did a happy dance right there in the store! :)
Once I got home and recovered from seeing my rotten-but-still-functional porch railing no longer functioning (I'm blaming the UPS guy), ...
...I got to work cleaning up my bookshelf.
The first change was removing the cable box from the shelf. I think I've watched TV in that room maybe 4 times since we've lived here, so there's really no point in paying $5.99 a month for the cable box. Waste of money, so I'm taking it back. With that gone, I was left with 2 full shelves empty and waiting for the baskets. I loaded up the baskets with my many BL books and put them in their place.
Yes, that's an abacus collection. No, I don't care if you think I'm a dork.
Much better! Except the bottom basket seems to be a little drunk and leaning. I hope that doesn't still bother me after a week.
The new tradition is in the jar beside the television. We've been trying not to buy souvenirs when we go on vacation, like t-shirts and other junk that gets thrown to the back of the closet after one or two wears. So instead of buying junk we don't need, we've been buying stickers I can put in my planner to serve as a mini-scrapbook of our adventures for the year, and we're going to send ourselves postcards from our vacation spots.
Our most recent trip was to the mountains, where we stayed at the Inn at Gristmill Square. We picked up a postcard from the office, wrote down the top 5 things we did during the trip, and dropped it in the mail before we made the trip home. As we travel and collect these mementos, we'll store them in this jar so we can pull them out and reminisce, or use them as a source of favorite attractions, restaurants, or lodging options to help plan future trips.
I've been looking for a basket with a lid, where I can hide my guilty pleasure - my Beverly Lewis books. I love her books - they are my go-to when I go on vacation and don't know what my reading mood will be, because they're a universal fit to my ever-changing moods. I usually have one in the car or my purse just in case I get stuck somewhere or have time to waste. However, although I love her books, if you walk into my craft room and see them all, you'll instantly compare me to a 12 year old who has every book in Lemony Snickett's A Series of Unfortunate Events or the American Girl collection.
Anyways...after work today I stopped at Michael's to pick up some blank invitations for an upcoming party, and I perused the basket aisle to see what they had. I was in luck - they had the perfect basket! I hadn't measured the shelf, but the basket looked like the perfect size to fit onto the shelves, and it had a liftable lid attached! Score! All the baskets were 40% off and I had a gift card, so I ended up paying $17 for 2 baskets! My wallet did a happy dance right there in the store! :)
Once I got home and recovered from seeing my rotten-but-still-functional porch railing no longer functioning (I'm blaming the UPS guy), ...
...I got to work cleaning up my bookshelf.
The first change was removing the cable box from the shelf. I think I've watched TV in that room maybe 4 times since we've lived here, so there's really no point in paying $5.99 a month for the cable box. Waste of money, so I'm taking it back. With that gone, I was left with 2 full shelves empty and waiting for the baskets. I loaded up the baskets with my many BL books and put them in their place.
Yes, that's an abacus collection. No, I don't care if you think I'm a dork.
Much better! Except the bottom basket seems to be a little drunk and leaning. I hope that doesn't still bother me after a week.
The new tradition is in the jar beside the television. We've been trying not to buy souvenirs when we go on vacation, like t-shirts and other junk that gets thrown to the back of the closet after one or two wears. So instead of buying junk we don't need, we've been buying stickers I can put in my planner to serve as a mini-scrapbook of our adventures for the year, and we're going to send ourselves postcards from our vacation spots.
Our most recent trip was to the mountains, where we stayed at the Inn at Gristmill Square. We picked up a postcard from the office, wrote down the top 5 things we did during the trip, and dropped it in the mail before we made the trip home. As we travel and collect these mementos, we'll store them in this jar so we can pull them out and reminisce, or use them as a source of favorite attractions, restaurants, or lodging options to help plan future trips.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Yuckball of the week
This week's (actually last week's) yuckball is a man who commented on a news story about American Family Fitness's policy regarding family memberships. A gay couple applied for a family membership, only to be denied saying Amfit's policy is to strictly adhere to Virginia's definition of a family.
“We just base the memberships and guidelines on what Virginia state law calls a family – a woman and a man, a husband and a wife,” James, a membership director at [Amfit], says. “At this present time, we don’t have that because it’s not in the writing of what a family is.”
This man commented:
“We just base the memberships and guidelines on what Virginia state law calls a family – a woman and a man, a husband and a wife,” James, a membership director at [Amfit], says. “At this present time, we don’t have that because it’s not in the writing of what a family is.”
This man commented:
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Update on the missing box
I was talking to my Bonnie about the missing box and its contents, and she offered a good suggestion. A few years back, I organized all my childhood stuff that was in various rooms and boxes into 2 huge (read: 50 gallon) plastic totes. We're talking dolls, clothes, papers, cassette tapes, my letter jacket from high school, etc. She suggested I look in them to see if any of the missing items were in there.
And, what do you know? Success! I found my soap opera, multiple copies, along with all the notes from the teacher, drafts, edits, and the lined purple notebook paper, although my memory was a little off - it's notepad paper...but all other details were right!
I also found my honor stole, but no graduation cap. Which tells me that perhaps these items aren't missing, but may have been the victims of the great purge of 2003 when I moved from Fredericksburg to Richmond. I only think that because the honor stole and grad cap wouldn't have been separated - they were both in that box. I really would like to think I didn't discard the other items on purpose, for nostalgia's sake, but it's looking more and more like I did. :(
Bonus find: the Last Will and Testament issue of our school newspaper, the Smoke Signal, from my senior year. It's funny to read all of the private jokes we had in high school, but sad that I don't remember a few of them. I'm about to OD on nostalgia....
And, what do you know? Success! I found my soap opera, multiple copies, along with all the notes from the teacher, drafts, edits, and the lined purple notebook paper, although my memory was a little off - it's notepad paper...but all other details were right!
I also found my honor stole, but no graduation cap. Which tells me that perhaps these items aren't missing, but may have been the victims of the great purge of 2003 when I moved from Fredericksburg to Richmond. I only think that because the honor stole and grad cap wouldn't have been separated - they were both in that box. I really would like to think I didn't discard the other items on purpose, for nostalgia's sake, but it's looking more and more like I did. :(
Bonus find: the Last Will and Testament issue of our school newspaper, the Smoke Signal, from my senior year. It's funny to read all of the private jokes we had in high school, but sad that I don't remember a few of them. I'm about to OD on nostalgia....
Friday, August 6, 2010
Tie dye cupcakes
Rainbow cake is all the rage these days so I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon.
Lora made a cupcake version the other night and I was inspired to copy them for Bonnie's birthday lunch tomorrow! They're fun and playful, everything a birthday should be, so I think they're perfect!
And so easy! I just made my basic vanilla cupcake recipe and split the batter into 5 small bowls. I tried to make them as even as possible, but I'm sure they were a little off. Good news is that with this recipe, a little off is just right :)
Once I had my batter divided, I added food coloring to each bowl, and ended up with blue, green, pink, orange, and yellow!
I lined my cupcake tins and put a heaping tablespoon of the blue batter in first. Then I added a spoonful of pink, then yellow, green, and orange.
They look so cool! But I think they look more like tie dye, so that's what I'm calling them :)
Now all they need is icing and some sprinkles and they're ready to go!
Update: here's the finished product! :)
Lora made a cupcake version the other night and I was inspired to copy them for Bonnie's birthday lunch tomorrow! They're fun and playful, everything a birthday should be, so I think they're perfect!
And so easy! I just made my basic vanilla cupcake recipe and split the batter into 5 small bowls. I tried to make them as even as possible, but I'm sure they were a little off. Good news is that with this recipe, a little off is just right :)
Once I had my batter divided, I added food coloring to each bowl, and ended up with blue, green, pink, orange, and yellow!
I lined my cupcake tins and put a heaping tablespoon of the blue batter in first. Then I added a spoonful of pink, then yellow, green, and orange.
They look so cool! But I think they look more like tie dye, so that's what I'm calling them :)
Now all they need is icing and some sprinkles and they're ready to go!
Update: here's the finished product! :)
The missing box
I lost a box in one of my moves, and I can't stop thinking about where I might have left it and how much its contents mean to me. I know I'll never see it again, and I know they're just things, but they're important things that remind me of my childhood and it's hard to accept those things are gone.
I know you're all wondering "what's in the box?!?" a la Brad Pitt in Se7en.
Well, here we go:
1: In 7th grade, Katharine Torrey and I wrote a soap opera. We were given a writing assignment to complete as a team, and that's the route we took. We spent so much time on character development, down to what clothes each person would be wearing and what their favorite song/movie would be. We got an A. We each kept a copy of all the notes, written on purple, wide-ruled notebook paper, along with the typed episode script.
2: Senior year, I had Mr. Andrews for dual enrollment English - I had taken AP History and Chemistry Junior year and neither went well, so I went for the guaranteed college credit of dual enrollment, instead of having to take a test at the end of the year to get credit. Anyways, Mr. Andrews: he was notoriously crazy and off his rocker, but the class was the perfect blend of structure and creativity. I don't remember much homework or busy work, but our big assignment for the year was a 25 page paper. It could be about anything we wanted to write - a story, diary, memoir, journal, etc.
I used the paper as an opportunity to document the worst month of my life, up to that point. I was pining over my now-ex boyfriend who had recently started dating someone. He was my best guy friend at the time, dangerous right?, and I was just miserable all the time. This worst month started with the day of the Christmas parade, where we hung out for hours before we had to report for marching band duty. Then as soon as his girlfriend showed up it was like I vanished into thin air. I can remember it as if I was watching a movie, montage style. I was sitting on the sidewalk in front of some coffee shop, people around laughing and having a good time, watching him drive away with her and I just stared and stared. Pathetic, I know. Picture Duckie sitting on top of the newspaper box in the rain while Andie's out on her date with Blaine. That was me.
Sounds trivial now, but in high school that kind of shit can crush you! It took both of us a long time - I think it dragged out into our college years - to realize we could never really be friends because there was too much in between the lines. It got a lot worse before we realized that, but I'll spare you the details.
The worst month continued with the suicide of a former classmate - he went to our school initially but was re-districted and now went to another high school, so we had lost touch. Rumor was that his step-dad was abusive and his mom didn't care. Who knows if that's true, but it was a sad time for those of us who had been friends with him. We all wondered how we could have hung out more, or been nicer or better listeners so he had friends to depend on - you know, the shoulda, woulda, coulda's?
I should write a whole blog about this worst month - oh wait, I kind of am.
The month continued with finding out I wasn't accepted early admission into William and Mary, which was the only school I wanted to attend at the time. My brother went there and I loved everything about it. It was rich in history, there'd be other smart kids there who wouldn't make fun of me for being a dork, and I already knew my way around from visits with my brother and my friend, Cynthia. Fast forward to March, I wasn't accepted at all. Boo.
All of the other things that were part of this worst month must have been even more pathetic or trivial, because I can't remember them. It would be nice to see how I expressed my feelings about these incidents at the time and compare them to how I feel about them now.
3: This little pink Bible is one i was likely given as a christening gift and I had written my name on the cover page in cursive, then someone had scratched out my name and written theirs (did they steal my Bible?!?), and then their name was scratched and mine was written again. I'm sure there's a funny story there that my mom could tell. But all I know is I am missing my little pink Bible.
4: My graduation cap and honor stole really need no explanation. It's a symbol of a major life milestone, and I don't have it. I do have the tassel that was on my hat, which is cool.
5: I did ballet and jazz for years when I was young. It was so much fun! Then I got lazy and decided I didn't want to do it anymore. Not sure what my reason was at the time. My well-loved ballet and jazz shoes, along with a practice tutu-wrap thing, were in the box. I kept them thinking when I had a little girl one day she could wear my tutu and shoes and dance around the house, whether it was because she was into ballet or just being goofy to make me laugh.
6: My Girl Scouts tote bag was filled with papers from work I did to earn badges, along with my handbook and badge book, and possibly my mom's handbook from when she was a Girl Scout. I still have all my badges and sashes and made a scrapbook out of them, but the tote with all the documentation is gone :(
7: My mess kit was in a drawstring bag my mom made out of washcloths for easy washing and drying. Never heard of a mess kit? It's a cup, plate, bowl, silverware, and a cooking pot, all folded up like a puzzle into this contraption we carried around with us while camping. Mine was all banged up and stained, and I had stickers on the bottom of the plate from the various trips we took...kind of like I do now with my yearly planner...
Again, I know these are just things and obviously I still have fond memories of them to pass on, but I wish I hadn't lost them.
What about you? Are there any mementos from your past that you've lost track of or wish you still had? Have you ever lost something that meant so much to you? Please share :)
I know you're all wondering "what's in the box?!?" a la Brad Pitt in Se7en.
Well, here we go:
1: In 7th grade, Katharine Torrey and I wrote a soap opera. We were given a writing assignment to complete as a team, and that's the route we took. We spent so much time on character development, down to what clothes each person would be wearing and what their favorite song/movie would be. We got an A. We each kept a copy of all the notes, written on purple, wide-ruled notebook paper, along with the typed episode script.
2: Senior year, I had Mr. Andrews for dual enrollment English - I had taken AP History and Chemistry Junior year and neither went well, so I went for the guaranteed college credit of dual enrollment, instead of having to take a test at the end of the year to get credit. Anyways, Mr. Andrews: he was notoriously crazy and off his rocker, but the class was the perfect blend of structure and creativity. I don't remember much homework or busy work, but our big assignment for the year was a 25 page paper. It could be about anything we wanted to write - a story, diary, memoir, journal, etc.
I used the paper as an opportunity to document the worst month of my life, up to that point. I was pining over my now-ex boyfriend who had recently started dating someone. He was my best guy friend at the time, dangerous right?, and I was just miserable all the time. This worst month started with the day of the Christmas parade, where we hung out for hours before we had to report for marching band duty. Then as soon as his girlfriend showed up it was like I vanished into thin air. I can remember it as if I was watching a movie, montage style. I was sitting on the sidewalk in front of some coffee shop, people around laughing and having a good time, watching him drive away with her and I just stared and stared. Pathetic, I know. Picture Duckie sitting on top of the newspaper box in the rain while Andie's out on her date with Blaine. That was me.
Sounds trivial now, but in high school that kind of shit can crush you! It took both of us a long time - I think it dragged out into our college years - to realize we could never really be friends because there was too much in between the lines. It got a lot worse before we realized that, but I'll spare you the details.
The worst month continued with the suicide of a former classmate - he went to our school initially but was re-districted and now went to another high school, so we had lost touch. Rumor was that his step-dad was abusive and his mom didn't care. Who knows if that's true, but it was a sad time for those of us who had been friends with him. We all wondered how we could have hung out more, or been nicer or better listeners so he had friends to depend on - you know, the shoulda, woulda, coulda's?
I should write a whole blog about this worst month - oh wait, I kind of am.
The month continued with finding out I wasn't accepted early admission into William and Mary, which was the only school I wanted to attend at the time. My brother went there and I loved everything about it. It was rich in history, there'd be other smart kids there who wouldn't make fun of me for being a dork, and I already knew my way around from visits with my brother and my friend, Cynthia. Fast forward to March, I wasn't accepted at all. Boo.
All of the other things that were part of this worst month must have been even more pathetic or trivial, because I can't remember them. It would be nice to see how I expressed my feelings about these incidents at the time and compare them to how I feel about them now.
3: This little pink Bible is one i was likely given as a christening gift and I had written my name on the cover page in cursive, then someone had scratched out my name and written theirs (did they steal my Bible?!?), and then their name was scratched and mine was written again. I'm sure there's a funny story there that my mom could tell. But all I know is I am missing my little pink Bible.
4: My graduation cap and honor stole really need no explanation. It's a symbol of a major life milestone, and I don't have it. I do have the tassel that was on my hat, which is cool.
5: I did ballet and jazz for years when I was young. It was so much fun! Then I got lazy and decided I didn't want to do it anymore. Not sure what my reason was at the time. My well-loved ballet and jazz shoes, along with a practice tutu-wrap thing, were in the box. I kept them thinking when I had a little girl one day she could wear my tutu and shoes and dance around the house, whether it was because she was into ballet or just being goofy to make me laugh.
6: My Girl Scouts tote bag was filled with papers from work I did to earn badges, along with my handbook and badge book, and possibly my mom's handbook from when she was a Girl Scout. I still have all my badges and sashes and made a scrapbook out of them, but the tote with all the documentation is gone :(
7: My mess kit was in a drawstring bag my mom made out of washcloths for easy washing and drying. Never heard of a mess kit? It's a cup, plate, bowl, silverware, and a cooking pot, all folded up like a puzzle into this contraption we carried around with us while camping. Mine was all banged up and stained, and I had stickers on the bottom of the plate from the various trips we took...kind of like I do now with my yearly planner...
Again, I know these are just things and obviously I still have fond memories of them to pass on, but I wish I hadn't lost them.
What about you? Are there any mementos from your past that you've lost track of or wish you still had? Have you ever lost something that meant so much to you? Please share :)
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and continued:
Personally most straight people and their families dont want to be around gays and lesbians anyway I f gays and lesbians want to work out so badly why dont they get together and start the gay and lesbian fitness centers they really need to stop trying to convince us that their lifestyle is okay its not and we would prefer not to have it shown in public take it back in the closet where it belongs
Really, Lloyd? "Most straight people...don't want to be around gays and lesbians?" Speak for yourself. I hope your children grow up to be more tolerant than you.