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On Feb 6, 8:45 am, "JoeSpareBedroom" wrote:
I personally think that scouting is still one of the best ways to
enjoy the times with your children while they learn. They grow up way
too fast.

==============

Yeah, unless the troop is run by a complete lunatic. I could tell you some
stories....

Matter of fact, two large BSA camps here in NY were run by lunatics.- Hide
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Oh, yes I agree. Actually when I lived in western NY, my troop was
great, but then I moved to FL. and they ran that thing like a boot
camp. It was incredible, those kids had zero fun. I went for a couple
of months, then slowly dropped off, went back to scouting after
returning to NY.

==================

This was at the camp near Bristol.

Day #1:

We're told that nobody can wander around camp without a buddy. Good idea.
Kids love to get lost in the woods.

Kids are given swimming tests and told that if they don't pass, they can't
do canoe activities. Good idea. Later, the ones who passed get into canoes,
wearing PDFs, and they play a game which involves knocking kids out of other
canoes using long poles with huge, soft pads on the ends. Great idea. The
kids have a ball.

That night, after dinner, a few kids including my son wanted to fish off the
dock. They even volunteered to wear their PDFs. The staff told them fishing
was not a problem. Me and three other fathers read them the riot act, saying
that if just one of them wasn't paying attention to where their hooks were
while casting, there'd be a review on shore, and since the sun was setting,
"You don't want to waste time with that, right?" They were extremely
careful. We were watching from the shore the entire time. Along comes some
camp soldier and tells us the kids can't fish from the dock because someone
might fall in. Duh. All the kids comment that they'd all passed the swim
test and been through the insane canoe game. This made no impact on the camp
soldier. Since the shoreline was much too weedy, that put an end to fishing.

Day #2:
Kids and dads go to the pellet rifle range. The shooting line is under a
nice shed, but it's crowded. The instructor tells the dads "Ya know, they
actually seem to shoot better without the parents watching." He's right. At
baseball games, if I went to the bathroom, my kid would hit a home run when
I wasn't watching. The dads leave. I unfolded a lounger in front of our tent
and I'm reading a book, while other parents are snoring or showering or
whatever. Along comes another camp soldier. This time, it's a woman, who
reminds me that nobody can "be" anywhere without a buddy. I tell her that
reading isn't a team sport, and I think I'm pretty safe right here in this
lounger. The idiot tells me I have to find a buddy. I tell her "Go get a
book and pull up a chair." She leaves in a huff, and later, our troop
leader, also a woman, attempts to lecture me about how rules is rules. Other
dads got the same lecture, while trying very hard not to laugh.

It became clear that the place was being run by people who couldn't cut it
in church committees. Same with our troop, run by a woman, and a couple of
guys who were afraid of her.

That night, the smoke from the campfire was doing what smoke does - getting
in the kids' eyes. I said to the dad next to me "Time for the smoke
shifter?" He asks the kids "Did any of you remember to bring the smoke
shifter?" Then, to the troop leader, "The troop owns one, right?" She gives
us a clueless look. Perfect. Before she can ask, we tell the kids "Four of
you, take flashlights, stay together on the trails, and go ask some other
gangs if they have an extra smoke shifter you can borrow." Within minutes,
we heard the expected laughter from nearby campfires.

Along comes Ms. Neidermeyer to tell us "You can't have kids wandering around
in the dark like that!" Another dads asks "Did you get lost on the way to
girl scout camp, or what?" Roars of laughter.

Who needs that bull****? We managed these people, but still....

(joesparebedroom)wrote
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Maybe they didn't trust a guy that makes his kid wear a "PDF" in a
canoe.
Did your daddy make you wear one too? UD

""UglyDan®©T"" wrote in message
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(joesparebedroom)wrote
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Maybe they didn't trust a guy that makes his kid wear a "PDF" in a
canoe.
Did your daddy make you wear one too? UD






har har you're killin' me.

Keep your day job.

(Joesparebedroom) wrote
har har you're killin' me.
Keep your day job.


Really? Judging by the pics I've seen of you, I'd say your doing a
pretty good job at killing yourself.
BTW, Its sounds more like you took your kid to a girl scout camp, women
and pellet guns huh?
You manly man you! UD

""UglyDan®©T"" wrote in message
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(Joesparebedroom) wrote
har har you're killin' me.
Keep your day job.


Really? Judging by the pics I've seen of you, I'd say your doing a
pretty good job at killing yourself.
BTW, Its sounds more like you took your kid to a girl scout camp, women
and pellet guns huh?
You manly man you! UD


Keep it up, Vic Tanny.

(Joesparebedroom) wrote
Keep it up, Vic Tanny.


Au Contraire, Oh Big little man with arms the size of twigs, I seem to
remember you posting that you bench press 450 lbs, and run 6 miles a day
with 50 lbs of rocks or whatever in your backpack. No?
I wish I lived near you, I would bring my dog over just to let him take
a dump on that postage stamp sized lot of yours (I swear he craps on
command!) while you hid inside your house wishing you we're man enough
to come out and do something about it.
I guess we both have fantasies, too bad mine are closer to reality than
yours. 450lbs indeed!
Keep it up Dom Deluoise.

UD

""UglyDan®©T"" wrote in message
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(Joesparebedroom) wrote
Keep it up, Vic Tanny.


Au Contraire, Oh Big little man with arms the size of twigs, I seem to
remember you posting that you bench press 450 lbs, and run 6 miles a day
with 50 lbs of rocks or whatever in your backpack. No?
I wish I lived near you, I would bring my dog over just to let him take
a dump on that postage stamp sized lot of yours (I swear he craps on
command!) while you hid inside your house wishing you we're man enough
to come out and do something about it.
I guess we both have fantasies, too bad mine are closer to reality than
yours. 450lbs indeed!
Keep it up Dom Deluoise.

UD


You never saw me make any of the claims you mentioned above. If you
disagree, go find them. Good luck.

On Wed, 06 Feb 2008 16:51:16 GMT, "JoeSpareBedroom"
wrote:

wrote in message
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On Feb 6, 8:45 am, "JoeSpareBedroom" wrote:
I personally think that scouting is still one of the best ways to
enjoy the times with your children while they learn. They grow up way
too fast.

==============

Yeah, unless the troop is run by a complete lunatic. I could tell you some
stories....

Matter of fact, two large BSA camps here in NY were run by lunatics.- Hide
quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

Oh, yes I agree. Actually when I lived in western NY, my troop was
great, but then I moved to FL. and they ran that thing like a boot
camp. It was incredible, those kids had zero fun. I went for a couple
of months, then slowly dropped off, went back to scouting after
returning to NY.

==================

This was at the camp near Bristol.

Day #1:

We're told that nobody can wander around camp without a buddy. Good idea.
Kids love to get lost in the woods.

Kids are given swimming tests and told that if they don't pass, they can't
do canoe activities. Good idea. Later, the ones who passed get into canoes,
wearing PDFs, and they play a game which involves knocking kids out of other
canoes using long poles with huge, soft pads on the ends. Great idea. The
kids have a ball.

That night, after dinner, a few kids including my son wanted to fish off the
dock. They even volunteered to wear their PDFs. The staff told them fishing
was not a problem. Me and three other fathers read them the riot act, saying
that if just one of them wasn't paying attention to where their hooks were
while casting, there'd be a review on shore, and since the sun was setting,
"You don't want to waste time with that, right?" They were extremely
careful. We were watching from the shore the entire time. Along comes some
camp soldier and tells us the kids can't fish from the dock because someone
might fall in. Duh. All the kids comment that they'd all passed the swim
test and been through the insane canoe game. This made no impact on the camp
soldier. Since the shoreline was much too weedy, that put an end to fishing.

Day #2:
Kids and dads go to the pellet rifle range. The shooting line is under a
nice shed, but it's crowded. The instructor tells the dads "Ya know, they
actually seem to shoot better without the parents watching." He's right. At
baseball games, if I went to the bathroom, my kid would hit a home run when
I wasn't watching. The dads leave. I unfolded a lounger in front of our tent
and I'm reading a book, while other parents are snoring or showering or
whatever. Along comes another camp soldier. This time, it's a woman, who
reminds me that nobody can "be" anywhere without a buddy. I tell her that
reading isn't a team sport, and I think I'm pretty safe right here in this
lounger. The idiot tells me I have to find a buddy. I tell her "Go get a
book and pull up a chair." She leaves in a huff, and later, our troop
leader, also a woman, attempts to lecture me about how rules is rules. Other
dads got the same lecture, while trying very hard not to laugh.

It became clear that the place was being run by people who couldn't cut it
in church committees. Same with our troop, run by a woman, and a couple of
guys who were afraid of her.

That night, the smoke from the campfire was doing what smoke does - getting
in the kids' eyes. I said to the dad next to me "Time for the smoke
shifter?" He asks the kids "Did any of you remember to bring the smoke
shifter?" Then, to the troop leader, "The troop owns one, right?" She gives
us a clueless look. Perfect. Before she can ask, we tell the kids "Four of
you, take flashlights, stay together on the trails, and go ask some other
gangs if they have an extra smoke shifter you can borrow." Within minutes,
we heard the expected laughter from nearby campfires.

Along comes Ms. Neidermeyer to tell us "You can't have kids wandering around
in the dark like that!" Another dads asks "Did you get lost on the way to
girl scout camp, or what?" Roars of laughter.

Who needs that bull****? We managed these people, but still....


Your kid must love the way you watch over him and fight his battles for
him.
--
John H

"John H." wrote in message
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On Wed, 06 Feb 2008 16:51:16 GMT, "JoeSpareBedroom"
wrote:

wrote in message
...
On Feb 6, 8:45 am, "JoeSpareBedroom" wrote:
I personally think that scouting is still one of the best ways to
enjoy the times with your children while they learn. They grow up way
too fast.

==============

Yeah, unless the troop is run by a complete lunatic. I could tell you
some
stories....

Matter of fact, two large BSA camps here in NY were run by lunatics.-
Hide
quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

Oh, yes I agree. Actually when I lived in western NY, my troop was
great, but then I moved to FL. and they ran that thing like a boot
camp. It was incredible, those kids had zero fun. I went for a couple
of months, then slowly dropped off, went back to scouting after
returning to NY.

==================

This was at the camp near Bristol.

Day #1:

We're told that nobody can wander around camp without a buddy. Good idea.
Kids love to get lost in the woods.

Kids are given swimming tests and told that if they don't pass, they can't
do canoe activities. Good idea. Later, the ones who passed get into
canoes,
wearing PDFs, and they play a game which involves knocking kids out of
other
canoes using long poles with huge, soft pads on the ends. Great idea. The
kids have a ball.

That night, after dinner, a few kids including my son wanted to fish off
the
dock. They even volunteered to wear their PDFs. The staff told them
fishing
was not a problem. Me and three other fathers read them the riot act,
saying
that if just one of them wasn't paying attention to where their hooks were
while casting, there'd be a review on shore, and since the sun was
setting,
"You don't want to waste time with that, right?" They were extremely
careful. We were watching from the shore the entire time. Along comes some
camp soldier and tells us the kids can't fish from the dock because
someone
might fall in. Duh. All the kids comment that they'd all passed the swim
test and been through the insane canoe game. This made no impact on the
camp
soldier. Since the shoreline was much too weedy, that put an end to
fishing.

Day #2:
Kids and dads go to the pellet rifle range. The shooting line is under a
nice shed, but it's crowded. The instructor tells the dads "Ya know, they
actually seem to shoot better without the parents watching." He's right.
At
baseball games, if I went to the bathroom, my kid would hit a home run
when
I wasn't watching. The dads leave. I unfolded a lounger in front of our
tent
and I'm reading a book, while other parents are snoring or showering or
whatever. Along comes another camp soldier. This time, it's a woman, who
reminds me that nobody can "be" anywhere without a buddy. I tell her that
reading isn't a team sport, and I think I'm pretty safe right here in this
lounger. The idiot tells me I have to find a buddy. I tell her "Go get a
book and pull up a chair." She leaves in a huff, and later, our troop
leader, also a woman, attempts to lecture me about how rules is rules.
Other
dads got the same lecture, while trying very hard not to laugh.

It became clear that the place was being run by people who couldn't cut it
in church committees. Same with our troop, run by a woman, and a couple of
guys who were afraid of her.

That night, the smoke from the campfire was doing what smoke does -
getting
in the kids' eyes. I said to the dad next to me "Time for the smoke
shifter?" He asks the kids "Did any of you remember to bring the smoke
shifter?" Then, to the troop leader, "The troop owns one, right?" She
gives
us a clueless look. Perfect. Before she can ask, we tell the kids "Four of
you, take flashlights, stay together on the trails, and go ask some other
gangs if they have an extra smoke shifter you can borrow." Within minutes,
we heard the expected laughter from nearby campfires.

Along comes Ms. Neidermeyer to tell us "You can't have kids wandering
around
in the dark like that!" Another dads asks "Did you get lost on the way to
girl scout camp, or what?" Roars of laughter.

Who needs that bull****? We managed these people, but still....


Your kid must love the way you watch over him and fight his battles for
him.
--
John H


If your kid was permitted to talk back to adults at age 11, I would not be
surprised. This had to be handled by parents. You, with the mind of a used
mattress, would not be aware of these facts.

On Wed, 06 Feb 2008 22:51:58 GMT, "JoeSpareBedroom"
wrote:

"John H." wrote in message
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On Wed, 06 Feb 2008 16:51:16 GMT, "JoeSpareBedroom"
wrote:

wrote in message
...
On Feb 6, 8:45 am, "JoeSpareBedroom" wrote:
I personally think that scouting is still one of the best ways to
enjoy the times with your children while they learn. They grow up way
too fast.

==============

Yeah, unless the troop is run by a complete lunatic. I could tell you
some
stories....

Matter of fact, two large BSA camps here in NY were run by lunatics.-
Hide
quoted text -

- Show quoted text -

Oh, yes I agree. Actually when I lived in western NY, my troop was
great, but then I moved to FL. and they ran that thing like a boot
camp. It was incredible, those kids had zero fun. I went for a couple
of months, then slowly dropped off, went back to scouting after
returning to NY.

==================

This was at the camp near Bristol.

Day #1:

We're told that nobody can wander around camp without a buddy. Good idea.
Kids love to get lost in the woods.

Kids are given swimming tests and told that if they don't pass, they can't
do canoe activities. Good idea. Later, the ones who passed get into
canoes,
wearing PDFs, and they play a game which involves knocking kids out of
other
canoes using long poles with huge, soft pads on the ends. Great idea. The
kids have a ball.

That night, after dinner, a few kids including my son wanted to fish off
the
dock. They even volunteered to wear their PDFs. The staff told them
fishing
was not a problem. Me and three other fathers read them the riot act,
saying
that if just one of them wasn't paying attention to where their hooks were
while casting, there'd be a review on shore, and since the sun was
setting,
"You don't want to waste time with that, right?" They were extremely
careful. We were watching from the shore the entire time. Along comes some
camp soldier and tells us the kids can't fish from the dock because
someone
might fall in. Duh. All the kids comment that they'd all passed the swim
test and been through the insane canoe game. This made no impact on the
camp
soldier. Since the shoreline was much too weedy, that put an end to
fishing.

Day #2:
Kids and dads go to the pellet rifle range. The shooting line is under a
nice shed, but it's crowded. The instructor tells the dads "Ya know, they
actually seem to shoot better without the parents watching." He's right.
At
baseball games, if I went to the bathroom, my kid would hit a home run
when
I wasn't watching. The dads leave. I unfolded a lounger in front of our
tent
and I'm reading a book, while other parents are snoring or showering or
whatever. Along comes another camp soldier. This time, it's a woman, who
reminds me that nobody can "be" anywhere without a buddy. I tell her that
reading isn't a team sport, and I think I'm pretty safe right here in this
lounger. The idiot tells me I have to find a buddy. I tell her "Go get a
book and pull up a chair." She leaves in a huff, and later, our troop
leader, also a woman, attempts to lecture me about how rules is rules.
Other
dads got the same lecture, while trying very hard not to laugh.

It became clear that the place was being run by people who couldn't cut it
in church committees. Same with our troop, run by a woman, and a couple of
guys who were afraid of her.

That night, the smoke from the campfire was doing what smoke does -
getting
in the kids' eyes. I said to the dad next to me "Time for the smoke
shifter?" He asks the kids "Did any of you remember to bring the smoke
shifter?" Then, to the troop leader, "The troop owns one, right?" She
gives
us a clueless look. Perfect. Before she can ask, we tell the kids "Four of
you, take flashlights, stay together on the trails, and go ask some other
gangs if they have an extra smoke shifter you can borrow." Within minutes,
we heard the expected laughter from nearby campfires.

Along comes Ms. Neidermeyer to tell us "You can't have kids wandering
around
in the dark like that!" Another dads asks "Did you get lost on the way to
girl scout camp, or what?" Roars of laughter.

Who needs that bull****? We managed these people, but still....


Your kid must love the way you watch over him and fight his battles for
him.
--
John H


If your kid was permitted to talk back to adults at age 11, I would not be
surprised. This had to be handled by parents. You, with the mind of a used
mattress, would not be aware of these facts.


And you complain that your kid won't do chores when told.

Did he ever learn to fight his own battles? Do you get involved every time
he disagrees with a teacher.

I guess so. You're always right, and you taught him, so he must be always
right also.

Good for you.
--
John H