Stepping on the Daisies

daisy dollTonight was little one’s first Daisy meeting. I didn’t know there was anything in Girl Scouts before Brownies. Daisies are K-1st graders, and she’s been counting down the days for a week.

Making First Impressions

Being the first one there, I introduced myself to the troop leader and proceeded to become her least favorite parent.

Offhandedly mentioning that I wasn’t aware of this level of scouts, I recounted my days as a Girl Scout and Cadet (the middle school version). According to my experience, Cadets do not wear their uniform to school on meeting days but instead covertly stand behind a tree until Mom leaves the carpool drop off lane at which time they cram the vest into a back pack. This is called smart planning to avoid getting beaten up.

Her snarled, annoyed response to my story was “It’s only as cool as you make it.”

At this point I realized she was saying that for the benefit of her close-to-middle-school-aged daughter that was sitting on the couch behind me. Attempting a recovery, I quickly mentioned “I loved the cooking badges.”

Since she was never a girl scout herself, I forgive her for the lack of first hand experience with this horror. I’m sorry but there is no making that sash cool in middle school. That girl is going thank me one day for my wisdom.

Boy was I glad to see my friend walk in the door so I could leave that conversation behind.

It’s all about the cookies

Amazed at not having been thrown out, I sat on one of the couches, and the meeting began. Raising my hand to ask the most important question, I was thrilled to hear that we would be selling Girl Scout cookies. Whoo hooooooo!! My son later asked if that meant we could purchase with a discount. Sadly that isn’t how it works.

I hate camping.

Not a fan. My idea of camping is a tent in the living room and me not in it. I like electricity and don’t find it relaxing to act out pioneer days.

My dislike of camping ironically stems from childhood experiences at Girl Scout camp. The brochure would have described it as:

Enjoy a rain-filled weekend in a mosquito-infested, muddy campsite featuring a three hour terrifying tour of the inside of the car during a record-breaking lightning storm.

Your taste buds will delight in a non-melted s’more cooked over a wet bonfire.

Experience chaffing from wearing wet clothes while hanging up clothes to dry on our state-of-the-art clothes line.

Wait till you see our latrine! Doesn’t it just sound fancy?

With all the fun included, it is hard to believe you also take home with a BONUS camping badge for the back of your vest where your long hair will cover it for the next two years.

Worth it?

Absolutely not.

So you can imagine my horror when I scanned the agenda’s list of upcoming events and saw the word “CAMPING”. I started eyeing the exit door options and plotting an escape plan until I learned that Daisies aren’t allowed to camp overnight. Great! They only go from 7am until 7pm. What? 12 hours? I’m a one hour and go kinda camper. I made a mental note to plan a “vacation” for that day. “Sorry we have plans that weekend. Darn because I was really looking forward to that.”

After forking over $44 in cash, I was handed a vest and a stack of patches. Back in the day, everything required sewing on patches by hand. Thank goodness for the invention of iron-on patches because I’m about as handy with a needle and thread as an elephant.

Little one couldn’t wait to get home to transform the plain vest to the patched version, so I warmed up the iron and spent the next ten minutes getting them out of the vacuum-sealed containers.

How hard could they be to iron on?

The first patch was a breeze.

The second ended up turned at a 45 degree angle. Crap!
daisies try 1
The more I looked at it, the more I knew that was not going to pass inspection and we were going to get kicked out. Luckily you can reheat the patch and unstick it.

With attempt number two, I only managed to reverse the problem.
daisies patch try 2

Third time is the charm…I think. At this point I can’t even tell if that is straight or not.

Next meeting she will earn the center of the daisy patch for reciting:

The Girl Scout Promise
On my honor, I will try:
To serve God and my country,
To help people at all times,
And to live by the Girl Scout Law.

With all eyes on her, I envision my little girl nervously rambling the chorus to Lady Gaga’s Judas by accident.

I hope we can hang in there until the cookies arrive in February/March.


  1. You’re all the way in now! This is a way of life and there’s no getting out. Don’t ever go against the family, Melinda.

    Oh man does this bring back memories. I was forced into a life of toil and servitude at an early age. At least that’s what I considered the Cub Scouts to be. The threat of “graduating” to the Boy Scouts was constantly held over our heads. I had to move to escape that horrible fate!

    Also, I’m with you on the camping! For someone who hates camping as much as I do I’ve been out there faaarr too many times. Man talk about DARK. When there’s no moon you can’t even see which animal is chomping on you. Nature is so disgusting, unlike our clean refreshing inner cities.

    Once you get the iron-on patch thing down you can probably start a service to hook it up for other parents. I think there’s money to be made here!
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    • Ha Ha at the animals chopping. Glad I’m not the only one that is allergic to camping mentally. I don’t think I will even be good at ironing on patches. Hopefully they come at a slow pace. I love the cookie selling…so I will skate by until then.

  2. years of hiking in the mud, tent camping in the snow, cooking spam on an open fire and sleeping in piles of wet leaves as a scout helped prepare me for the challenges of the service at the occasional two star hotels and restaurants, I’ve encountered.

    Good luck Melinda during your twelve hours in the wilderness! looking forward to the stories!
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    • David, by chance, would you happen to be in Florida on…hold on let me check the date. HA HA! I guess I should look at this as preparation for bad hotels huh? I’m going to fake a medical emergency so we can go home. If I bring a red Sharpie, I bet I can cause a chicken pox or unexplained rash panic where they will insist that I take her home.

  3. Allan Douglas

    This is just precious.

    Many years ago I used to watch a TV show called Please Don’t Eat the Daisies Good advice: eat the cookies.

    Good job on avoiding the camping trip, even a day camp could get wearying when stretched for 12 hours!

    • What makes them think they can keep 5 to 6 years old interested in anything for 12 hours is beyond me. Not to mention that by 3pm they will turn into a bunch of tired screamers who want to go home…oh that includes me, too.

  4. I was a Girl Scout for a short time. It wasn’t a very exciting troop. We didn’t do much of anything. We were supposed to go camping, but when rain threatened, they cancelled the trip and I cried my eyes out in frustration because I WAS a camper and that seemed like a stupid reason to cancel a trip.

    I have a vague memory of the ceremony where I had to say the pledge while holding my two fingers (peace sign) in the air. Somehow, my index finger never went up and I said it with just my middle finger in the air. Jeez. I should have taken that as a sign.
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    • Aww…that stinks if you want to go camping. Rain seems to follow camping doesn’t it? We are learning the promise. If she doesn’t get her 1st patch for it at the next meeting she’s going to be devastated.

  5. There is no making a sash in middle school cool. Ain’t gonna happen. My son is in Cub Scouts now. This is his first year (he’s in 1st grade). I have YET to sew/iron-on/stick-on a single patch. Isn’t that pathetic???
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  6. I was in Boy Scouts for one week. All it took was seeing my reflection in the mirror while wearing that Scooby Doo ascot to want to quit. That and the fact that we went to the exact same camp as you. Although, you must have been special because we didn’t even get S’mores.

    I earned two merit badges. One was by default. I think it was a “You’re one of us!” badge or something.

    I was “one and done” with Boy Scouts and I’m so glad I haven’t been approached to do the same by my kids. I don’t want to cheat them out of life’s experiences or anything but it’s just not something I think they’d enjoy.
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  7. Cristian Balau says:

    As an USA outsider I never understood the cookies thing, seriously what is the deal with that? I always see it in movies and hear about it but I don’t really understand the point in all that.

  8. Congratulations but don’t volunteer to be one of the moms that helps deliver the cookies to the other girls. It is very time consuming according to several friends of mine. I’m sure both you and your daughter will make it through Daisies with flying colors.

    I stopped by to tell you that I am planning another meme for this December. I hope you do/want/will participate this year. Everything is almost the same as last year except there are 20 questions this time and I will not be posting questions directly on my blog. I don’t want Sunday Stealing to get them again.

    Enjoy the rest of your weekend and I’d like several boxes of the Lemon cookies.
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  9. I have been a girl scout for going on 28 years. I started as a Brownie and then started my now 17 year old daughter as a Daisy. Guess what I hate? Selling cookies! Love the camping but here in California, rain is not that big an issue. I hope you enjoy Daisies! It is one of the best thing you can do for your daughter. Have fun!

  10. LOL! I’ve been a Girl Scout leader (Daisies, Brownies, and Juniors) for 6 years now for my two daughter’s troops. We always disbanded before middle school, as my girls don’t think that Scouting is cool enough by then.

    And I’ve managed to skip camping for all those years…the closest we ever got was a cabin in the mountains! Maybe you could look for a non-camping troop. Good luck!
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  11. HAhahahaha
    I think I last about 3 weeks at Girl Guides. Not even long enough to get a uniform.
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