tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409485056752838066.post993457931269519872..comments2023-09-29T04:26:30.281-07:00Comments on Beyond Mommy: Flashback Friday: Origins, also Cootie GhettoKristen http://www.blogger.com/profile/12553080480161835756noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409485056752838066.post-84055962959526010442008-11-08T15:14:00.000-08:002008-11-08T15:14:00.000-08:00We were Operation. Oh good, I'm glad to know I'm n...We were Operation. Oh good, I'm glad to know I'm not a bunk bed ditching neighbor. I remember that Elisa and Adria were across from us, but I don't remember who was across from you. Maybe it is better that way...Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16878531533297640280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409485056752838066.post-16474937935881152162008-11-08T15:01:00.000-08:002008-11-08T15:01:00.000-08:00Jennifer, if you were Operation, you were right ne...Jennifer, if you were Operation, you were right next to us. The people who left the bunk bed were across from us, but I don't remember who or what they were. Red striped socks, maybe...? Does that ring a bell?<BR/><BR/>Oh Kristen, Fiery Darts is my #1 memory from that year of camp.Bridgethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11339936940500165901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409485056752838066.post-2355477679412851592008-11-08T09:39:00.000-08:002008-11-08T09:39:00.000-08:00Bridget, the handout was most certainly NOT ours. ...Bridget, the handout was most certainly NOT ours. Do you remember Satan's fiery darts? I kept a couple in my embarrassing scrapbook, and I recall having a staged spiritual moment with the girls when you BURST into the room throwing them at us. Excellent.<BR/><BR/>Jennifer, I do believe you were next door, or across from us. And I think it is very possible that you were indeed the bunk bed culprits. But maybe Bridget knows for sure. <BR/><BR/>Glad you enjoyed the first installment of Flashback Friday!Kristen https://www.blogger.com/profile/12553080480161835756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409485056752838066.post-88595983672219169492008-11-08T07:18:00.000-08:002008-11-08T07:18:00.000-08:00This is hilarious, Kristen. I'm trying to remember...This is hilarious, Kristen. I'm trying to remember, were Julee, Janet, and I next door to you? That seems right. But I don't think we were the ones that left you with the bunk bed that led to such creativity. Oh good times.Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16878531533297640280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6409485056752838066.post-37685763391942257122008-11-08T03:02:00.000-08:002008-11-08T03:02:00.000-08:00Yep, I stole Flashback Friday all right...right ou...Yep, I stole Flashback Friday all right...right out of the unspoken thoughts of your mind!!!<BR/><BR/>Oh, my goodness. The Cootie Ghetto. I wanted to write about it on my blog but my memories were not as, um, well illustrated as yours (read: I do not have an embarrassing scrapbook).<BR/><BR/>Sadly, while I remember the phrase, I do not remember the origin of "Cooties, Angela, Cooties." Darn! What I <I>do</I> remember is writing random Simpsons quotes on our campers' handouts. Or was that KIT year?<BR/><BR/>That handout wasn't ours, was it?? What an abomination.<BR/><BR/>I'll link back to this story on my blog, if you don't mind.Bridgethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11339936940500165901noreply@blogger.com