Girl Scout Kaper Chart

Hi, I'm Elizabeth. I'm a 36 year old girl scout... leader.

I have a daisy troop with 10 little, amazing first grade girls. They're full of energy, surprises, energy, giggles, energy and love.

One of the things they really enjoy doing, is helping. So for the last year and a half, I've been trying to come up with a unique and creative Kaper Chart.

What's a Kaper Chart? It's a Girl Scout term for a chore chart. It's a way of visually showing the girls who's responsible for which chore at a specific meeting or camping trip.

Why has it taken me a year and a half to come up with something?

Because as kindergarteners, they were still learning to read. I would've had to come up with pictures of the tasks the girls would need to perform in order communicate clearly. There just wasn't a lot that a 6 year old girl could help with beyond passing out materials and helping with clean up.

During last weeks' meeting, we worked on the "Responsible for what I say and do" daisy petal. (There are 10 petals in total that the girls need to earn before they bridge to Brownies in the second grade.)

It was the perfect time to introduce our troop to the Kaper chart. They responded with so much enthusiasm, that they were even disappointed when we couldn't actually start using it the same night. (I introduced it after the lesson)

As I mentioned, I've been combing Google Images and Pinterest for a while, looking for something I could easily make. I had a few requirements in mind.

1. That I not have to spend our limited troop funds (or my own money) on buying supplies. I wanted to be able to use what I had already in our craft stash.
2. That the girls be able to understand it.
3. That it be creative, fun and easily portable.

I noticed some similarities of the visual directions and general shape between the Weasley Clock, from the Harry Potter movies and the daisy petals, pictured above.  So, with those two things in mind, this is what I came up with.

My supply list:
• used cloth or canvas bag
• needle & thread, & scissors
• thin gauge wire
• random buttons (the larger the better)
• silver metallic marker
• pictures of the girls (I laminated color prints)
• hole puncher

When the girls come to a meeting, they'll need to find their picture hanging on the button next to what they're responsible for. When their chore is completed, they'll move their picture from the button and place it inside the bag. Girls who don't show up for the meeting, will have their photos hanging in the middle, where no responsibilities are assigned.

All in all, it was pretty simple to create. The only thing I've not shown above, is the piece of foam core I  cut to the size of the interior of the bag to keep it open and flat while hanging.

As the responsibilities change over time, I can either create a new one, or sew on some patches to cover up the current listings. I figure, the more color, the better. We'll see how it goes, but I'm not going to stress over what the future holds. I'm just excited to enroll each of them, even more, in the process of conducting a meeting.

SAD or just sad?

Like millions of people all over the northern hemisphere, I'm enduring the bitterness and bleakness of the post holiday season with my very own case of seasonal affective disorder. It sucks. But I don't think that's the whole explanation either. The fact is, I've been on anti-depressants for at least two and a half years. Which means it wasn't winter when I first diagnosed with depression. About a year ago, both life and work were so stressful, that I went for weeks without really sleeping. A racing mind and a bad case of insomnia had arrived to make things worse.

After a visit to my family doctor and the addition of Ambien to my nightly bedtime routine, I'm now well rested and my stress level stays pretty low. It's amazing what a change of attitude you can have when you catch some quality z's.

As you may expect from a blended family of six, I lead a busy life. If there's ever a day on the calendar that's open, my mind begins to weigh and measure all the possible things I could fill it with. On paper, I lead an amazing life. I go to church regularly, I volunteer with Girl Scouts, I do the work I love, I read plenty of non-fiction books, I have an amazing fiancee, two beautiful children and a ton of friends. What more could a girl want?

Really... so what's wrong with me? What possible reason do I have to feel as sad and disconnected to people as I do?

For the record, I have an incredible family. Since I was a child, we've gathered every Sunday afternoon and major holidays at grandma's house to enjoy each other's company and let the kids be kids. I believe this is the foundation of what has made me who I am. Each time in my life, when I've lived too far away to make this weekly commute, I've felt... well, as bad as I do right now I guess. Nothing made me happier than being able to enjoy, play and laugh with my family.

Thank God, great-grandma's still with us, and this weekly ritual is still observed. So why don't I feel as happy now?

I think the answer is found within the silence... within the days between the Sunday's. As adults, there are so many things we can't and shouldn't say to each other. The icky parts of life contaminate what should be joyous moments. Once our spirits have been touched by the ickyness, we carry it around with us for months and not realize what it is. It feels impossible to shake that dark cloud that hovers above our hearts and heads. Those around us know something is wrong, but when they ask, we try to protect them from being contaminated. So we don't share. We hold it inside and let the ickyness grow.

Whatever you give your energy to will grow. If you think you're being excluded from social outings with friends, then you will be. You probably were before, but you just didn't care to notice. If you think your boss is over-critical and over-bearing, then he will be even more so. You've entered into a self-fullfilling prophecy that creates the very end you expected to begin with. What does this have to do with depression?

When you're sick, your immune system is down, and you become more susceptible to catching any other bugs that crawl your way. Our spirit is the same way. It's why so many people who are depressed and mentally ill end up in hospitals. Their spirits are already sick, so their physical bodies follow suit.

In my case, I don't believe I'm mentally ill, although some of you may have a different opinion on that. What I do believe, is that whatever childhood, or pre-adolescent baggage we've buried down deep makes it's way back to the surface just when you least expect it. Maybe you're looking at your 20-year high school reunion invitation. Maybe you've just suffered a loss, more traumatic then I'll get into here...

Having repressed resentments, feelings and memories boiling to the surface when you're a grown woman is inconvenient at best, doesn't allow for positive communications between adults or personal self growth. This is what happens when depression makes your emotional skin so damned thin, that the smallest little prick can set off time bombs you didn't even know were there.

So, in the days between the Sundays, when living life with depression, I believe we respond as a child would to situations we should normally brush off. And like a child, we don't know how to deal with the repercussions of our actions or words. Our hurt feelings should really be the least of our problems. The damage, caused by running someone else's actions and words through our childhood filter instead of the experiences of a grown adult, destroys self-confidence and any positive self-image we had left.

The more silent remarks and conversations I have with you inside my head, leaves thicker emotional scar tissue and higher walls, which perpetuates the cycle of depression no matter what season it is.

Senior Picture, 1994

Why I unfriended you on Facebook

Unfortunately, there are no classes in high school to prepare us for what life is like inside the social media bubble. Since man first inked the location of the local hunting spots, in less than 160 stick figures, on the cave wall, we've had the desire to share our our life's journey with the world. We have an innate need to share what we love, think, do, witness, believe and create.

The concept of social media in the digital age is a pretty new one. As mature members of society, it's our responsibility to determine the ground rules for acceptable behavior. Ideally, we would seek to inspire each other, grow in our relationships and enjoy the perks of being an affluent nation.

That, however, has not been my experience when using Facebook & Twitter. Instead, it's become a narrative of the mundane, inappropriate and uninspiring. So, I've decided to exact some control over the personal space inside my little bubble by removing any toxic, unneeded and undesirable participants.

Without further adieu, here are the rules I've set to determine who gets bumped from my friends list.

1. You share too much. This can be in frequency as well as content. The world doesn't want to know what you're doing every minute of every day. Do you narrate what you do out loud while you're doing it too? "Elizabeth walks to the refrigerator to get a glass of milk. I'm drinking the milk. Gulp... putting the glass in the sink..." Blah!

Also, and this is important... I don't want to know what happened the last time you had a bowel movement, and I certainly don't want details about it.

2. You lean either too far to the left, or too far to the right politically. If you have the common sense not to talk politics during family gatherings, then why would you force those same people, and many more, to listen to the same stump speech in their news feeds? People who have nothing better to do than spout political rhetoric day after day never really move forward. They end up 'walking' in circles becoming too predictable, bitter and unreachable. Stand up straight and branch out. Or don't, I've already removed you from my friends list.

3. Your status updates come with a black bar covering words or part of photos. Seriously, if you wouldn't say something that vulgar at your grandma's house, why would you want your sweet Aunt Edna to see it on Facebook? Your 13 year-old cousin doesn't need any help from you in sex-ed. Keep your porn under your mattress like your dad used to and off my iPad.

4. You're so angry, bitter and whiny that I have to take Prozac to get through one of your rants. Every post you make pushes both of us one step closer to seeing the inside of a padded room. If you're so miserable and life sucks so badly, why would you want to share that with the rest of us? You're just making the rest of us miserable too.

5. You're unbelievable. No, not like the hit song from EMF... as in, I can't believe anything you tweet. You lie. You exaggerate so much that not even your own mother is friends with you on Facebook. Be real. Social media is about being social, not making you the next cover story for the Enquirer.

Since you're now singing the lyrics to Unbelievable in your head, here's the link to the YouTube video http://youtu.be/waacof2saZw

If you've somehow found this blog and then realized that we're no longer friends on Facebook...

Well, this is awkward.


Can you think of other reasons why you would unfriend someone on social media? Feel free to add them in the comments below.