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Cookies, don't get me started. No really, don't get me started!


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 quick post "Have Cookies...How many do you want?"  Thinking myself quite clever for this brilliant sales tactic I turned off the iPad and went on to other household duties.

One hour later, get back on Facebook and am gobsmacked by the response!  Family and friends buying bulk orders of 5 boxes or more at a time.  Asking me whether or not it seemed greedy to want to buy more than 5 boxes? 

I sold 36 boxes of cookies in less than half a day.  This is better than selling fake Gucci's on the back of a truck, I'm sure!

I was questioning my relationship with all of these friends on Facebook wondering what the @#$% is wrong with all of them wanting there GG cookie fix.

Then I realized the dark seedy underbelly of the GG multi-level marketing scheme...it was me!  I was an enabler and my friends are all addicts.  They NEEDED me.  I NEEDED badges (please see my previous post). 

I found myself breaking into the GG cookie cabinet after hours in the seniors centre to get more cases! What was I doing?

The demand for cookies was greater than the supply.  Pure Gold!

One problem....what was I teaching my daughter?  Her mom was selling cookies like a drug dealer in the alleyway behind the local high school.

We send our daughters to GG's hoping they will learn to challenge themselves and find their voice blah, blah, blah....But the only voice I hear in my head is "Sell Sell Sell" and "Badges Badges Badges."

My daughter enjoys delivering the cookies and going door to door meeting our neighbours and friends and giving them cookies.  It's priceless.

My actions as a mom on a mission to sell more cookies than anyone else....less than stellar!  Fun none-the-less.

Don't get me wrong....I'm aware of my role in this scheme...and I'm not stopping!  I NEED the badges!  



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