Well, so they are! I just looked at the first one, the fleur design World Scout badge, saw it was felt-backed and not iron-on, and assumed all were that way. Silly me.
Thanks for the tip. Also my brother just told me about a product called Badge Magic that solves the problem with other badges -- and they sell it at the official scoutstuff.org online store.
I had a sewing machine and found myself putting on the badges for my den. In the end a few good tacks (tight zigzag stitches strategically placed) did the job. Worst case, use staples!
Scouting is a great place to meet folks, especially at campouts and as the kids get older. Oh my my my, the fun a friend and I used to have!
I've been pretty busy with my S's the last few days. Dealing with a pair of boys who like to push the envelope. Had another scout meeting last night -- this was the first pack meeting, not just the den meeting. It's great for S7 to see the older boys and higher ranks, and see where his efforts can take him if he's diligent.
W picked up S3 from preschool and kept him last evening while S7 and I went to the scout meeting. I went to pick S3 up at W's apartment afterwards. She had already bought him his Halloween costume and he was trying it on when S7 and I arrived. The costume is Bumblebee from the new Transformers Animated cartoon series. Very, very cute, and S3 just goes ape over this character. W said S3 could wear it back to my apartment. But I liked to have never convinced this three-year-old to take the costume off!
(Somehow we've now got to find a matching Optimus Prime costume for S7 or we're both, W and I, going to be in real trouble. Boys.)
The weather has been perfect today -- sunny, cool, though a bit windy. I just wish I didn't have to be cooped up inside nearly all day at work.
On that note, I work too darn much. I need a break. W is getting ready to head to Mississippi with our kids to see her sister -- and maybe my mother. I won't get to go myself, as I had originally planned, because of this stupid project deadline. It sucks.
I hope everyone is doing well, enjoying the relief from the hot, hot Summer.
NC, Wow, Scout patches have come a long way since I was a girl scout. I still have my little green dress somewhere! Oh and those little green berets, those were hot! LOL
Sounds like the boys are keeping you busy!
Hugs, Yoyo
Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they're supposed to help you discover who you are. -- Bernice Johnson Reagon
Hello, Yoyo. Yes, they've been keeping me quite busy.
Tomorrow W is coming by first thing in the AM to pick our S's up and to take a road trip to the state of MS to visit family. W will stay with her sister and has promised to take our boys to see my mom, their grandmother. I wish I could go (not with W particularly), but I've still got at least a month left in this @#$%&* project at work. It means I'm also missing a huge family reunion next month with my mother's family.
Oh, well. Can't be helped.
On another note, I keep trying to catch myself from thinking about W as if she were the same person I once thought she was since we first were married. I have to remind myself that the person she once was is now dead for all intensive purposes and she's not coming back, not in my lifetime. This is a lot harder than I would have thought.
A sermon by Greg Laurie underpins where my thoughts are at right now. He asks the rhetorical question, how can someone saved and following Jesus Christ turn from Him and reject Him? His answer, taken from scripture, is that it is likely that person was never really right with the Lord to begin with, despite all pretenses. A person who truly accepts Christ as their savior will be ashamed of their own sins and have remorse for those times when they stumble (still), but will always turn back to God at some point. However, if they're not strong in Him, they will make excuses for their particular sins and may even laud them.
Well, my W has so convinced herself that I am the one so offensive as to deserve such rejection and betrayal.
This morning? I'm not sure what you mean, other than the fact my S's were going with their mother out-of-state on an 800 mile trip.
I wrote that I have been trying to keep from thinking of W as the same woman I thought she once was. But this morning I've been given more than enough reason to want to get her out of my life -- she is so fallen.
For the last few weeks W has been mostly harmless and unoffensive -- I try not to think about what she does in her spare time. Last night she called to say goodnight to the boys, as usual. She asked if it was oaky to come to my apartment around 7:30 AM to bring our dog (for me to keep while they're out of town) and to pick up our sons before I headed into work. I told her that would be fine.
She asked if I had paid S3's tuition at his preschool already. I had, so she said I could deduct that from the child support (CS) payment. She can be so syrupy about bleeding me dry.
She then told me she was coming to the conclusion that for our house to sell we would need to paint over the murals in our S's bedrooms. She had said she had hoped it wouldn't be necessary, but she was preparing to have a painting contractor come in next week. To that end, she suggested I take my last photos of those murals I painted and to remove the last boxes of my belongings in storage under the eaves of the house. She said it so... matter-of-factly,... like it was nothing more than some unpleasant inconvenience for me or something.
And then later that night she sent an email that got downright snippy with me. She stated/demanded that I have my possessions out of the house by 9/28/2008 (Monday) or she would take matters into her own hands. She said that I have had a year to get this done, and now my time is up. This is the first time she's gotten overtly nasty with me in weeks now. The aire of entitlement she exhibits at times like this is so repulsive. She conveniently forgets that she is not the sole proprietor of our marital residence.
This morning she called at ten 'till 8:00 to say she's overslept and that she was still trying to get out the door. Then she called back again to tell me she that the parent-teacher meeting she said she was going to postpone -- because she was heading out of town today -- was still on. And oh, gee, she guessed, it it was too shot of notice for me to attend. I told her absolutely not -- I was going to be there. She then said it would only be a twenty minute IEP meeting with S7's teachers.
Then she called back a third time five minutes later to say she was still running even later and to go ahead and load up our S's in my car and be ready to leave when she got there.
By then I was PO'ed and ready to blow a gasket but held my wrath in the presence of my sons. I was fuming most of the wait for he to arrive, and we were nearly 15 minutes late to the IEP meeting.
And then I was an hour late to work. A nice cap to a wonderful morning. And the joy stayed with me for much of the day. I kept wondering whether the always so punctual W had been late because of her boyfriend, but I'm not supposed to dwell on such things.
And then I gave her the CS payment. It really hurts now to get paid yesterday only to find myself flat broke immediately afterwards and thus trying to figure out how I'm now going to pay for groceries and gasoline. Driving away from the school, for the first time I began to understand how some fathers become deadbeat dads. Don't get me wrong, I will starve myself before I ever deny my sons of their needs, but it is just that I am now, strangely for me, to the point where I might understand how a person can find themselves in that position. Despite stereotypes, it is not just the wife who suffers a significant blow to their finances and way of life following the breakup of a M.
It may be foolhardy but I must have faith in God that His providence will lead me through these difficulties.
Okay, rant over. I've been praying for the sake of my S's that they all make it safe and sound to Mississippi tonight.
This morning? I'm not sure what you mean, other than the fact my S's were going with their mother out-of-state on an 800 mile trip.
Yes this is what I meant. She is just plain miserable nc...
I feel so sorry for your boys. To be around someone who has so much meaness inside her, its not good for them to be around someone like that. Its really unfortunate.
I want this to be over for you, so you can go on with your life and explore new things and new people. This is so unfair to you.
I'm thinking of you today ((((nc))))
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By then I was PO'ed and ready to blow a gasket but held my wrath in the presence of my sons. I was fuming most of the wait for he to arrive, and we were nearly 15 minutes late to the IEP meeting.