Blue and Gold Banquet

OK, seriously. I have tried to recruit a Historian for our Pack. Well, you'd think that I submitted the name of the Stake President or something the way that they laughed at me. Soooo, to make a long story short. Summer is the Pack Historian. Which means she takes the pictures at the meetings and compiles them into a Pack History Book along with the awards, newsletters, and other important information for the future Scouts and leaders in our ward.

Well, Rick had to work the night of the Blue and Gold Banquet, so Summer had to wear her other hat (other mother hat) and stay home with Cole. That means that I did not have an official photographer. So, I gave the paparazzi camera to the table of leaders at the front of the room and asked them to take photos of the evening. Seriously. You'd think that it was the first time any of them had seen a camera. The photo above is the best they could come up with. No kidding. That's going to look great in the History books.

And for the love of Pete, you'd think that they could make a Scout Uniform that was even the least bit flattering considering that I paid $40 bucks for that shirt.

OK, if any of you know my Dad AT ALL...

This looks more like I photoshopped my own head onto my dad's body with this ridiculous hand gesture. What the hell am I doing with that left hand?

And some stupid leader sitting on the front row took a picture of me doing it.

And yes, I know I don't have any patches on my shirt.

I couldn't afford the patches by the time I paid for the damn shirt.

That's all.

Actually, I have a lot more to say about Scouts, but I have a rule about limiting my swear words to 2 per post. Maybe another time.