god's eyes
 

That's so romantic that they kept it 15 years. I am kind of fascinated, though. The most disturbing thing about my parents' sex life was having a condom drop out of a suitcase I think my dad generally used after my mom had gotten a hysterectomy. I tell myself it was a really old one.

god's eyes
 

Wow, am I going to be the only one to say no here?
No, never made one. See a lot of them at arts and craps fairs.
We did other things at camp - plastic lanyards, plaster of paris animal footprints, leather goods, etc.

god's eyes
 

Been there. Saw the pictures. Confidential note to all you fb parents out there -- if you take sexy pics with your girlfriend and then happen to die, your children might end up sifting through all your personal stuff. Heck, I could have had a bresticle photo for submission after all!

We were kind enough to put the photos in a box with other mementos and return them to said girlfriend. Not sure how embarrassed she was. It has never been discussed.

god's eyes
 

Hmmm. Very Kind Indeed.

And you could have had the breaticle photo for submission because you .... kept copies?

I won't ask about the other mementos.

god's eyes
 

I am cynical and respect my dear Mom's decorating skills. Note that every place I said Mom would hang them was someplace where no one from outside the family would ever really notice them. ("Why, what a lovely god's eye you have tucked on the wall behind the fridge/on the porch behind the lacrosse sticks/ so sorry, PJ's room is closed off because she just left it such a mess!")

Urgent RECALL!!
 

I thought he was talking about TCBing, but only because this is the FB.

god's eyes
 

No, if I had kept copies, I would have had a submission. They were polariod shots.

Confidential to Petals
 

Step away from the crack pipe.

god's eyes
 

Classy.

Urgent RECALL!!
 

Unless you count seat-belt regulations....

god's eyes
 

Y'know, I was going to be all retroactively offended at being brainwashed by my secular camp into making what is surely some obscure Christian religious symbol, but on second thought, I should be more offended that our collective camps' idea of the Eye of God is a couple of cheap-ass splintery popsicle sticks and some hideous low-rent acrylic yarn.

Urgent RECALL!!
 

Half of it's from me.

TM

god's eyes
 

I looked it up and apparently it relates to gods of the indigenous peoples of the Americas. Hence the acceptance in your secular camp and my hippie camp.

god's eyes
 

There are secular camps?
Is that like girl scouts? Because I went to a camp that was sponsored by the school I went to (public).

god's eyes
 

Those indigenous peoples of the Americas sure could make some cool shit with popsicle sticks and yarn.

god's eyes
 

At my hippie camp we were required to use sticks that we gathered ourselves in the nearby forest and also sometimes used leather in place of the yarn. I'm just glad they didn't make us kill and skin the animals and then tan the hides and cut them into strips.

Apparently I am so old that hippies weren't universally anti-leather yet.

Time for some SEX talk
 

OK, here are some "toys" you can make at home. Disclaimer this site may or may not be appropriate at work - depends on how good a sense of humor your IT people have.
Basically it is what I said it is - how to "do-it-yourself" with homemade "toys."
Use it at your own risk.
Some are funny.
Some are unusual - makes you wonder who thinks this shit up. The melon-baller for instance.

homemade sex toys

Also, dildo art is clever.

god's eyes
 

At my church-related Ranch Camp, the counselors "taught us a lesson in survival" by providing us each with one beef patty, one onion, one orange, and one cup of bisquick. We were also directed to a fire pit and given one match. We were instructed to "make dinner."

I'm pretty sure I ate the orange and called it a night. But we were supposed to have hollowed out the onion and cooked the beef patty inside it, and hollowed out the orange peel (I'm still not sure if this is even possible) and cook the bisquick in it. We were supposed to have eaten like kings.

Reminds me of the time the seemingly gargantuan counselor decided to do the trust fall off a six foot pole into the caring arms of his 15 third-grade campers. We all backed away and he hit the earth like a load of bricks. That memory jams.

god's eyes
 

Yes, I went to girl scout camp, and it was secular.


And yes I was a girl scout. And before that I was a brownie. Now go ahead and make your jokes.

god's eyes
 

I bet they would have felt bad if one of you ate the raw hamburger and died of e coli. Must have been pre-Jack-in-the-Box incident. I wasn't aware that beef patties were readily available when one was lost in the wild. Seems like a flawed test.

god's eyes
 

Hm. According to this site (http://donnakova.tripod.com/film/starmenubbhc.html) (you have to scroll down) the god's eye symbol is associated with Haight Ashbury and some band (?) I've never heard of. They were celebrating some native american stuff.

It appears that perhaps Christianity has coopted this, as it has so many other pagan items: http://www.christiancrafters.com/craft_godseye.html

For ncs and nfh, here are instructions on how to make a god's eye: http://www.kidsdomain.com/craft/godseye.html Note that you could gather sticks in the wood and substitute them for the "craft sticks" that look like popsicle sticks to me. If you use sticks, you can't glue them together which may make the project more difficult. http://www.kidsdomain.com/craft/godseye.html

And I ran across Christian commentary on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy while looking up this stuff: http://www.lifeway.com/lwc/article_m...150019,00.html

god's eyes
 

That is a really good point. Bisquick is not found in nature either. Hell, where am I going to find an orange on the great plains? Now I don't believe them that Jesus loves me either.

god's eyes
 

I was a brownie too, leagl. No big deal. Although I do remember having to sing a song about being "glad and gay" though. Maybe that was a Canadian thing.

god's eyes
 

Our counselors donated the buffalo carcases that were the by-product of killing and skinning them to get the leather we used at my camp, and then gave a lesson to ABBA and her campmates on how to do the same while they hacked up the buffalo meat to hand out.

god's eyes
 

Big Brother & The Holding Company!

Are you joking or am I just waaaay too old now?

(Bilmore, Wonk, could you pass the geritol)

god's eyes
 

What the hell was the elfing thing on the brownie uniform?
Is that a brownie?
Brownie sounds so dirty.

god's eyes
 

No, we sang it too. But you know, not so much an issue by the time I had left girl scouts in 6th grade. I hated being a girl scout. They never did anything fun, at least not our troop. I did like the story about the owl and the oath though.


Edited:

I would just like to say that searching for "girl scout" songs gay does give the most interesting results, and some people should be VERY ashamed of themselves.

god's eyes
 

I've made god's eyes at camp. My mother puts them on bottom braches of the the Christmas tree so that the cats can bat them around without hitting the real ornaments. Those suckers have held up for 25 years.

god's eyes
 

Yes, girl scouts was boring. Too much Kumbayah.
And we never got to go to camp. I think it was because we didn't sell enough cookies. Those damn cookies.

Worse than Debate Camp?
 

I also was a girl scout. And later - a GS camp counselor; I taught canoeing for several summers. I can sing any one of about 1500 camp songs, identify poison ivy, and deal with 32 bedwetting Brownies simultaneously while maintaining a campfire. Now, that's talent....I will never need again.

-T(Mock me if you must)L

god's eyes
 

A Brownie is a little helpful elf thing that lives in people's houses. The term is much more popular in English children's stories.

-T(read a lot of English children's books as a kid)L

Worse than Debate Camp?
 

Well since you were a counselor - are the uniforms brown because of the name brownie? Or is the name brownie because the uniform is brown. And what is a brownie? A mythical fairy thing?
Edited to see my answer popped up while I was typing.

Fucking telemarketers and Fucking Judges
 

Sign up for MCI's The Neighborhood. $50 a month for unlimited local and longdistance calling, plus anonymous call blocking and all that other good stuff. I also managed to squeeze 10,000 frequent flyer miles (plus 5 miles for ever dollar spent) out of them.

No need to feel shackled by the local service provider. Deregulation was the best thing that ever happened to the phone business, from the consumer's perspective, anyway.

Indian Outsourcing
 

I have been disturbed lately by the trend towards outsourcing traditional white collar work to India. If these safety charts are reliable evidence of the work product, however, I do not expect this trend to continue.

http://www.retrocrush.com/archive2003/charts/

(spree: the pictures are not intentionally dirty, and the word "bukkake" is only used once)

I particularly like the series where the man rolls the burning woman into a PLF-sized spliff.

We Are All Perfectly Happy on Paigow's Ignore List
 

Stalky socks.

Phone stuff salsa
 

If they REALLY want to talk to me, they'll go through the hassle.

Plus, I think it's different in different cities. If you were to call me from an unidentified number, it just gives you a message saying something like "The number you are calling does not accept unidentifed calls. If you wish to continue this call, please enter your area code and phone number. Thank you."

Fucking telemarketers and Fucking Judges
 

I keep seeing ads for this. I get this strange feeling it's some sort of a cult.

-TL

Phone stuff salsa
 

I stand by my annoying characterization even if you "just" have to key in your number. Particularly if the person calling is calling at your request or in a helpful way (e.g., job interview or dental or hair appointment reminder). I'd be inclined, if I were the reminder, to say fuck reminding this asshole, let him get charged for not cancelling 24 hours in advance if he doesn't show.

This may be why I'm in a job that involves little contact with the outside world.

I have an unlisted number and signed up for my state's do not call list. The Direct Marketing Association also has a list you can join. It eliminates junk mail and phone calls. They cirdulate it every quarter so it may take some time until you notice a drop in call and mail volume, but it's worked for me. You should re-up every couple of years or so.

I've seen some very creative responses to telemarketers on the board, but unfortunately I am too mild mannered to try any of them myself. I usually politely cut into their speil (sp?) tell them I don't accept phone solicitation and ask them to remove my name and number from their call list. I only get a handful of calls per year.

god's eyes
 

When I was a Child younger than my shoe size, I grew up rather poor and so my parents couldn't afford to send me away to camp.

But it sounds like I didn't miss out on much. I spent most of one summer gathering sticks and uprooting young bushes from a nearby park with a bunch of other children* and building an opossum trap. We did catch one, but it escaped while we were trying to figure out what to do with it. For the rest of the summer, we rode our bikes around the neighborhood, looking for dead squirrels in the gutters.

But no, we didn't kill any animals.

Pretermitted(There isn't much to do in Oshkosh, WI when school's out)Child

*whose parents, like mine, couldn't afford to send them away to camp.