Guess what. It's raining. And my mascara is not waterproof. Gutted.
I had weird dreams last night but i was well into them, but it was one of those ones where the second emilys storms in and wakes you up that you have absolutely no idea what you were dreaming about. so that makes the story less exciting for you.
Went to earn money today in the bootmaker jones'. Twas busy due to the rain and I sold lots of shooz and shoo creams :o) so all in all tis all ok. and then mummy picked me up and we ate chocolates :o)
At guides last night, we were painting firework pictures which i can assure you we will NEVER be doing again, until the next time. I like to be the easy going relaxed type of guide leader which is rare nowadays. I have met several who prefer to take the hitler type approach to things. Which is why, for example, I wear jeans. On principle of emphasising that it is not what you wear that makes you a guide. It is how prepared you are (our motto) to stand up for stuff :o)
But anyways... my lovely easy going "Beth's our favourite guide leader cos she's so cool" attitude, I found, results in me having no authority what. so. ever.
They were doing the whole, 'let's all put our hands in the paint (mainly cos I told them brushes were too traditional) and mix up all the colours so we just have a puke green colour...'
I myself have never seen a khaki coloured firework so I told them to stop mixing them up and decorating their arms and faces and uniforms... but oh no. It was to no avail. After several minutes of 'Girls! (I normally call them guys, but i was actually trying to tell them off so i thought I better use a growed up term) Seriously! I am not even joking! I am actually serious! Stop it! Not joking! Seriously! Im serious!' Gill came over and sorted them out. ha.
Maybe I should become more strict and start issuing detentions and things... nah. I think it's far more important to have a good relationship with them (in terms of being approachable and friendly as opposed to any other relationship because that would not be good on a CRB...) and to be able to have a laugh than it is to keep their uniforms clean and have to not have the joy of explaining to the cleaner why the carpet is no longer the very attractive mauve colour it was before...
Plus this way I get hugs and christmas cards :o)
Incase you were wondering about the very random title of today's post, mum and grandma were having a discussion about how they like to empty the fridges of supermarkets to find the best gammon, and also to press and smell melons... apparently this tests if they are ripe but i think its probably actually because they like to be considered weird. Love you both x
Now, as I am sure you are all aware, it is rememberance sunday tomoro. Which means I have to have 'smart' guide uniform. However, I have informed Gill and Debbie that I shall be wearing my jeans. And they didn't argue. Yipeee :o)
I will be attending as part Guide, part worship band member, so it is essential that I appear cool. God doesn't care because he loves me even when I look a mess. I think he probably prefers me when I'm wearing jeans though. Ahem.
Ooooooh and this year Ive got a poppy wrist band!!! i thought that was abut weird. But there you go. Ive got one.
I cut the cabbage to look like a Christmas tree this evening. I thought this was very impressive, as did Vati. Mum thought I was a bit silly to photograph it though. Cabbage.
Ok I think I've probably rambled enough now.
I'll see you tomoro? At parade? To sing all the funky songs? And spend some time with the dude that is Jesus? Daddy's bringing sweets. Trust me you want to be there.
Lovage xxx
P.s. Song of the day :o)
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