Yesterday I was out picking produce in what is rapidly becoming my garden full of weeds and something must have bit me on the toe because it is all swelled up like a link of breakfast sausage. Why toe? Why? Today it's slightly better, and now I will apologize to certain friends of mine for sticking my sick Shrek toe in their face and making them look at it.
Last night Paul took our 12 year old nephew on an overnight scout campout. It was supposed to be just a light hike in, a campfire, some good old fashioned scout bonding or whatever it is that scouts do on campouts (farting contests?), instead it turned out to be something like a 10 mile hike involving steep inclines, ridges, boulder fields, and all that jazz. They arrived back home around 11 am this morning super stoked about the whole experience. Or not.
Guess what, we're not huge on scouting around here. Paul moved so many times growing up that his records were continually lost and he kept having to re-earn merit badges. The 3rd time they lost his eagle scout stuff he raised the white flag of surrender. Good thing marrying an eagle scout was never on my list of "things I aspire to", and even if it was I would have also had "marry someone tall"and "become a world class barrel racer" on that same list and look how well that eventually worked out.
My own brothers could have cared less about that shizz and I guarantee no one was more proficient at tying knots or building a campfire than those two, or farting around it for that matter. Because, you know, Keisels don't need anyone telling them how to be great outdoorsmen, it just comes with the territory of being a great white hunter. If my own boys want to scout they are gosh darn welcome to go ahead and do it, just don't expect me to get all excited about wearing a wolf pin, or those kerchief thingys, and den mother? Not on your mother freakin' life. Plus it seems like here in Utah especially, kids are always getting lost, or struck by lightening, or eaten by bears on scout campouts. I'd much rather have my kids join girl scouts where there are no bears, no extended hiking requirements, and a significantly increased amount of cookies.
Camping is great, scouting is fine. Let's just leave the two separate and everyone wins.
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In the winter, ye olde scouting campout activity of choice is writing your name in the snow while peeing. Or so I've heard.
got a couple chuckles outa this one! You barrel racer you...baaahaha
Greg's not an Eagle Scout either and he turned out just fine. Just keep the Hubs away from Court of Honor's and he'll be alright. They always have all the eagles come up and sit in the 'eagles' nest', presumably to show off.
I married an Eagle Scout who loves scouting almost as much as President Monson does. I think it is a little too Hitler Youth.
That being said, my brother just went to Sweden for 10 days with the scouts. That seems pretty rad. So if Buster wants to scout, I am fer it, if I can chaperone to Sweden.
I really appreciated this post. I kind of have a hard time with the scouting program. I don't love it. I know they learn really good skills . . . but I have some issues with BSA. And I am also terrified to turn my boys over to guys in the ward who may or may not be total nincompoops. Those news stories kill me. I know there are many skilled campers called into scouts but I've also seen some dodgy scout leaders. Yet I feel like I'm being unfaithful or unsupportive if I voice opposition.
Also, my husband is a fan, so we have at it.
I ended up telling him my boys can only do scouts with him present. They're still little so we'll so how it pans out.
Sarah, that's basically the rule here too. Though our boys may be too small as of yet I can't imagine sending them on any sort of an extended hike or campout without Paul. I just don't trust anyone else.
Amen, Sista!!! I served my time-2 years as wolf den leader. And I never did the kerchief thing and was harassed on a monthly basis for not having a yellow den mother shirt.
That picture: freakin' hilarious. That one is for a wedding video some day.
This is one reason I'm glad I have girls. I really, really, REALLY don't want to have to be involved in scouting.
As a side note, marrying somebody tall actually WAS on my list. My husband is maybe one inch taller than me but he slouches. Technically I got what I asked for, but I should have been a bit more specific.
My hub hates camping all because of scouts...he did too much of it when he was a kid. And I have to tell you how much I hate the 'friends of scouting' as they come over asking for donations. You feel like a chump if you don't donate, but the last thing I want to do it donate to the scouts when I don't even have a kid in scouts. Lame.
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