13th bday bash and campout for my son (in pics)

[mpotts]

Pure Greatness and Happy Bday to the young man.

[Big Lee]

This is great!!! Heck of a deal Dad!!!! You are a good man in my book.

Btw my birthday is coming up. You have a few months to plan.

[Travis Deveney]

Great job dad!!

[DXTrey]

Makes me smile. Good job, dad!

[CabezaBlanca]

Excellent!

[TX_Kevin]

Wow, when I was 13, I would have loved a camping trip for a birthday party! I would have thought it a total blast!

My parents, however, had no desire to take other people’s children camping so, instead, they made me go to Girl Scout camp where one of the troop leaders was the mother of a girl nobody liked (you know that girl; she’s the one who would do things like steal your bikini bottoms or put roasted marshmallows in your hair to make it sticky, all in an attempt to gain some attention). I’m sure her troop-leader mom’s name must have been “Karen” ( the German pronunciation of which is “Attila the Hun.” She kinda looked liked him, too).

Anyway, in anticipation of the trip, I had saved up all my money to buy myself a brand new Girl Scout knife! On the first day of camp, when all the girls from all the troops—about 100 of us—were gathered in the clearing surrounding a camp fire pit, sitting on our Sit-Upons that we’d each made earlier in the day, all while being lectured (ad nauseum) about the various and numerous rules we had to follow; one of which was, if you had a GS knife, you were forbidden to have it out and were required to keep it in your duffle bag all times.

As (bad) luck would have it, right before “Karen the Hun” read that rule, the girls sitting around me asked to see my knife. And wouldn’t you know it, it was at that moment that “Karen” saw me with my knife out and started screaching at me, spewing epithets in an attempt to grind me under her heel (note: never attempt to grind someone under your heel wearing ugly-a** therapeutic shoes and high-waters…it renders the “grinder” embarrassingly impotent and looking like a real rube!). Then she demanded I hand my knife over to her, telling me I would NOT be getting it back! To say the least, I was royally pi**ed at that lard-a** b**ch with her ugly DIY cropped haircut and her high-water jeans that were two sizes to small! (Those of you who were children of the 70s will remember that wearing high-waters was the #1 cause of social suicide in this country!)

As you can tell, it is many years later but I’m still pi**ed and still furious and I refuse to let it go!

Surely, there is a special place in hell for the Karens of the world. Give them a even a smallest taste of authority and they become drunk with power. And I STILL want my GS knife back!

Rant completed but will NEVER be over!!

Dang. That "Karen" sounds like the girl's gym teacher on Porky's.

[ThisLadyHunts]

Dang. That "Karen" sounds like the girl's gym teacher on Porky's.

Ms. Balbricker?? That’s EXACTLY who she was like!

[HoustonHunter94]

Man thats awesome, good job! When I was that age my best friend had some land with a pond almost just like that, with dock and those bass buster boats. We would pile in and paddle out and cast towards the shore??? It was just cool to catch a fish while in a boat at that age. Did the tent and fire building thing too, great memories. They will remember this and hopefully carry on the tradition.

[sailor]

Good going, dad.

[Paycheck]

Way to go Dad!!!

I think we need to start a go fund me page for This Lady Hunts to buy a Girl Scout knife.

[texan4ut]

Thisladyhunts was her daughters name Pelosi? LOL I was lucky camping was a normal activity in my childhood. My Dad and Mom loved to camp and with 3 boys they had to put us somewhere so we went camping, fishing, hunting etc. We had a huge canvas tent that weighed a zillion pounds. Good for you on getting those kids out in the great outdoors.