Here I slave away, painting the baby room on my day off work, and Ben screws up all the cool parts. I was going to take before and after photos. No camera. Where, you ask, might the camera be? Someone took it to work to take pictures of “stuff”. That’s right, stuff. When I ask if he had any specific stuff in mind, nope.
The room is now a beautiful calming shade of blue, awaiting Ben’s finishing touches of clouds. I did take pictures after he got home with the camera. Did they get loaded? No! It appears that bloghorn is more important than the 5 minutes it would have taken to load them. This is why Ben was forced to watch Sleepaway Camp 3 last night. Not that he minds terribly, as there is a lot of gratuitous nudity.
Today is the release of the extended version of Fellowship. I don’t get to watch it today. Because I have to go to a stupid Venture Crew meeting tonight. I woudn’t call it stupid, except these kids are getting incredibly rude about it. Venture Crew is coed, therefore they must have a male and a female advisor at every activity, or the females can’t participate. I have been their female advisor since January. Their only female advisor. Ben and I have gone on several camping trips and I have missed 2 meetings in that time. They wanted youth run crew, so get upset if we make suggestions. The camping trips have all but one been planned by council, so that shows that if left to themselves, there would be no activities. They complain constantly about the advisors. I don’t know if they complain about me, per se, but I do know they complain about two of the male advisors specifically. They don’t want to be told what to do. Well, on the last camping trip, none of them wanted to cook and non of them would have eaten if Ben hadn’t cooked. Maybe they should take responsibility for themselves instead of complaining about people with more experience who try to point them in the right direction. I told them I would only be able to be their femail advisor through December. They haven’t made any effort that I can see to locate another. They have come up with several stupid suggestions however, including putting an ad in the paper. Just imagine what kind of reponse that would get. I say, have you checked with your mothers? They can take turns with the meetings. No. My mom works. Excuse me? What the hell do I do? They know I work. Granted, they don’t know that I work part-time, but that is a moot point. I don’t have any kids in this crew. This had to have the least amount of parental support I have ever seen. Of course, a lot of these kids won’t even adk their mothers. Some were saying that if their moms went on a campout, they wouldn’t. Get over it.
Three weeks ago the kids voted the advisors out of the meeting. They got mad that we kept vetoing their ideas, ie, the ad in the paper, etc. I got a call the following week stating the meeting would be at a kids house and I wasn’t needed. I left a message with one of the other advisors last week that I wouldn’t be able to make it. (Day from total hell, which resulted in not going to work and staying in bed where it was safe. I wasn’t about to make the effort for these kids at that point) Now, I feel that if they asked me to leave a meeting, they should ask me to come back. The average age of these kids is 16-17, leaning more on the 17. They are old enough to learn to show some sort of appreciation for the time out of my schedule I have made for them. Plus Ben. I hate kids. I especially hate teenagers.
