Another milestone....

This picture has nothing to do with anything. I just love Mike Rowe and Dirty Jobs...found on the Dicovery Channel and various Ford commercials. You like to hear the word "poo" a lot? This is your show.

Tonight, my oldest child has been at her very first Brownie scout campout. Because I am still the main food sourve for the baby, I was unable to attend. My weary, but sainted, husband volunteered to go with her. Though my time in scouts ended too soon, I have mostly fond memories of my times with them. I got in my first, and only, fist fight with a sister scout during a heated game of Capture the Flag. She was a bit of a weirdo then, and continues to be one to this day. That aside, I cherish the times I did have, even the hell that was Camp Sky-Wa-Mo. The camp where girls made themselves sick so they could leave. Where my friend Kristen and I cried ourselves to sleep, sharing the same bed because we thought we'd be safe from the snakes that way. Thankfully, the tear-stained letter my mom received must have been convincing enough....she never made me go back. It is with these memories in hand, the I get a bit misty thinking about my own child. It is hard to believe that she is old enough to be a scout. To make the promise to live by the Girl Scout Law. I will have a hard time sleeping tonight, eager to hear of her first camp out experience as she comes home smelling of campfire and a faint hint of s'more. Sniff....