Friday, May 20, 2011
Another place we went was to Build-A-Bear Workshop. I had never been there before and I wish I could have stayed away. Imagine if you will a small store in a mall filled with at least twenty little girls between the ages of 3 and 12…squealing, giggling, whining. My anxiety was on red alert! Visions of Xanax and beer danced in my head.
The concept of the store is clever. You personalize your own little stuffed animal for a retarded amount of money. I wish I’d have come up with that ingenious idea. Each girl received a $50 gift card to spend, compliments of the cookie money profit. My daughter picked out a gray cat. She wanted a black one which she was going to name Darth Vader but since they didn’t have black she got a gray one and named it Elizabeth after her Aunt Liz. I swear one extreme to the next.
You could choose to have your “friend” say something. For instance if she wanted hers to purr, there were small sound pouches you would slide into the toy before it was stuffed and when it was squeezed it would make the desired sound. OF course, there was a hefty $10 charge on that. You could also get a beating heart instead of the one that came with the toy…another $5. I managed to talk her out of these by telling her that she wouldn’t have enough money to get the clothes and accessories she wanted. It didn’t take much prodding at all.
The troop also paid for the girls to attend the science museum in Oklahoma City.
My daughter also received all of her patches she earned for this year. I’m going to have to consider getting her a vest. Her sash cannot hold all of the patches she managed to snag this year.
To reward my daughter and the other western Oklahoma Girl Scouts who sold 600+ boxes of cookies, we were invited to go to a local camp for a day of fun. Yours truly actually acquired a tan. That's right! I am no longer pasty white, of course, you don't want to see my ass but at least my legs aren't glowing anymore.
The kids were able to go on a scavenger hunt throught the camp. The camp pool sprung a leak a few days before so we weren't able to go swimming. There was a massive lake but the kids were only able to wade about knee deep in it...better than nothing, I guess.
My daughter played a few games...then she spotted...the...horses. That was it. We spent the rest of the carnival riding the My Little Ponies over and over again.
Still to come in a later post…the boy’s crossover ceremony from cub scouts to boy scouts, his promotion ceremony from elementary school to middle school, the last day of school, the beginning of the summer, AND most importantly the rapture…yes, the rapture. Don't worry. My little agnostic slice of a blog will still be here on Sunday. I'll be preparing for the zombie apocalyspe. I made sure to call my hypo-Christian mother to tell her goodbye. I've got to get my ducks in a row.
So you read it here first…all of my bullshit excuses for neglecting my blog. However, lucky for me Scott still loves me and I'm off now to read his zombie post, followed by a pity party for being left out of this.
Oh and just in case Doug wants to be a smart ass again and has any snarky comments about forgetting to post my bowel movements...here you go...