Hey Monica Gupta

So everyone knows if you start Brownies you must sell cookies....and lots of them. An army of girls wearing uniforms and singing cult-like songs about the joys of being a girl selling boxes of sugary cookies to unsuspecting family and friends.  Sounds innocent enough, right? The dark seedy underbelly of the Girl Guides multi-level marketing scheme becomes more than obvious every Fall during the 'cookie drive.'  Boxes are delivered by the truckload to various GG units and then distributed to all the hundreds of waiting parents oops, girls to then resell them to their family and friends. My arms are still aching from carrying the 3 full boxes from the seniors centre to our car.  Thank goodness I have my minions (loving children) to help, NOT! So we get home and the euphoria of 'cookie day' has subsided and they are perched in front of the tv oblivious to the 36 boxes of minty chocolate cookies they are resting their feet upon. I get on Facebook and make a qui

What has become of me?  I've become that mom who lives vicariously through her 7 year old daughter.  Don't get me wrong.  I haven't signed her up for Toddlers and Tiaras or Honey Boo Boo's Texas Choice Pageants.  I signed her up for Brownies! Why? Girl Guides? Brownies? what have I done? Well, I have a problem.  I love badges.  I want to get badges...lots of them.  In fact I may buy some on Ebay...no kidding. Why badges? Well, I used to be a brownie from 1977-1979 (7-9yrs old).  I wore my brownie dress, scarf, beret with pride.  I enjoyed my Wednesday nights at St. Cuthbert's Church.  It was my first time in a church (I'm a Hindu and didn't know until I stepped into a church that I wasn't a Christian...that's a whole other post!) Brownies was a time I could do arts and crafts, sing songs, cook and bake and play with friends not from my school.  I did this for years.  Every week I would happily skip to the church and be a brownie. It was