I said Cub Scout Camp kicked my butt. It did. But it was a riot!
Pig 2 and I were serious archery fans. Sadly, my boy archer (stress the boy part) was not at camp this year. Oh, beardy youth, I hope you find your Mrs. Robinson.
Although Pig 2 had all fun, I had to put some of my skills (z) to use.
First, I used my back of the head eyeballs. With them I saw some unauthorized whittling. Yes, a knife and a firebowl skit-a-thon do not mix. Of course, when they do mix, an injury will occur.
Then I got to use my EMT skills, again, and again...
Anyone remember my brand new buff? I got it to help during the awkward stages of growing out my hair. Yes, we all know it CAN be used as a tube top, but it really works best as a head covering. Sadly, while the blood was flowing out of a Cub Scout I reminded myself of this "Now available with this style of UV Buff®, Polygiene®, an anti bacterial, anti odor technology."
Polygiene, eh? That sounds like "cleans up easy, even bloody messes, real good." I think that mental tagline was actually written by Zoolander, but hey, he's real pretty. (The Ogre notes that the Zoolander Special Collector's edition should be called the Special Collector's Blue Steel Edition.)
So, stopped the blood flow and passed scout off the the Medic "Puddin'." The Scout required no stitches, but holy hell, did he end up with a mess o' butterfly bandages.
Fish hook in finger? Sure, I got a band aid for that.
Fall, or get hand caught in a door? Really, I am first aid ready.
The only thing I don't carry in my back pack is ice. But if you need a plastic bag to place ice in, I've got you covered.
|See that back pack...it could save your life-Also representin' ZPDK and Wonder Why Alpaca Farm!|
More plastic bags, bandaids, and Bandannas instead of fancy buffs would be awesome for next year. I also made a note that I need rope, I can't recall what for, and I made this note "can someone get me a fricking roll up mattress for my birthday? My back is killing me." I wrote that in the middle of the night.
Another lesson learned. Bringing knitting is smarter than bringing a book.
I could have said the Anarchist's Cookbook. I decided that no one really cared, they just thought it was anti social to be reading.
Cub Crafts. It's CUB CRAFTS, not my Dad gets to criticize my hammering skills. Who cares if it's not perfect. It's not yours, it's your CUB's. Let him learn.
Dudes take more photos than I do. Really. I wonder if they scrapbook too? We could totally have a beerfest scrapbook event.
Some of that sounds snarky. But really, I look forward to camping with my Scouts. They learn about themselves, make great friends, develop self esteem, and become better people for it. They don't know that when they're at camp, but later, later, it's just all Stand by Me, without the dead body, and I'm glad I get to be a part of it.
Spinsanity "true friends are those still willing to sit next to each other after picking enough trash to make us cry"
Love you ZPDK! Camp is the only other place that feels like friends.