rain gutter regatta: jameson competes, the man scouts, and other frivolity

i thought we should post a couple of video clips from jameson's recent rain gutter regatta which he competed in for a cub scouts activity. jameson is really enjoying scouts and his leaders are doing a great job of coming up with engaging activities for the boys. this particular activity is like a pinewood derby for boats. the boys built little boats and then used straws to put wind into their sails.



as i speak of the cub scouts, i am reminded of a group headed by my friend, taylor, with whom i spent too much time studying for the bar: the man scouts (i believe taylor is the founder). apparently, taylor is an eagle scout... that just means that his mom was probably just as motivated as mine was to see that she pushed her son to the brink of his eighteenth birthday to get the award so that he/we could pin a button on her in front of the ward. anyways, during one of our diversions from studying for the bar (which rarely happened), taylor made some comment about how great of a scout he was or something like that so someone challenged his scouthood by calling him a cub scout (for those who don't know, cub scouts are for little boys... thus, we were attempting to make taylor feel like he was less of a man by calling him a boy scout... this is how we motivated each other to study). taylor was not about to have his manhood, or scouthood for that matter, insulted and, consequently, replied by informing us that he was actually a man scout.

man scout, huh? i'm sure in theory that's a great comeback to being called a cub scout, but practically speaking, i'm not so sure someone concerned about his manhood should want to be associated with a group known as the man scouts. man scouts conjures up some weird connotations. i for one would never join a group known as the man scouts and even if i did i would not tell other people about it. i'm pretty sure taylor regretted his comeback just as the word "scout" left his lips; but just in case he didn't, mike (my other bar study friend) and i made sure he did by the end of our two months of studying for the bar. that one never got old.

just in case some of you are feeling sorry for taylor and the verbal abuse he is taking from me on the blog, let me just say it is good for him. taylor is from a small town (neighborhood?) in southern nevada. taylor's a good-looking guy that can sing, dance, install ceiling fans, and pour concrete all in one afternoon (believe me, i've seen him do all four... he's much better at the latter two than the first two). moreover, he has a soothing shakespearean voice (according to one of our professors)... oh, and he got an "a" in our contracts class. plus, he has one of those tall, dark and handsome looks going for him except that he's not tall. when his wife lets his hair grow out a little he resembles a brazilian swimsuit model (a male one... not female). also, taylor gets up early every day and works out, reads scriptures, prays, writes in his journal, reads in portuguese and all that good stuff.

my point is, taylor probably has enough confidence not only for himself, but for all of the small town in souther nevada from which he hails (so he can stand for a little dose of humility from me)... not that you'd know, because he is the humble son of peasants and would never boast of his superior intellect, dashing good looks, and many impressive talents (just kidding about the peasants, his parents are actually very nice and accomplished persons... sometimes i just refer to people from small nevada farming communities as peasants so we city folk can feel more sophisticated... again, that was a joke. but, as a word of advice, if you haven't gotten used to my sense of humor yet, you probably never will and at some point i will offend you, so you're probably better off not reading the blog unless you like being offended).

i like small-town people. in fact, i had some come in to work the other day who actually knew taylor and his family. everyone knows everyone in small towns and they are all great people. my grandparents come from small towns and they were great people. small towns are generally filled with hardworking, god-fearing conservatives which is very endearing to a guy like me. small towns are pretty. have i un-offended all of the small town folk yet? oh well, i doubt they even get the internet in small towns, so i don't know what i'm so worried about.

to bring this all home: man scouts = weird. boy scouts = good. taylor = can't be offended by me. small town people = salt of the earth.

oh, and jameson did well in his competition with the boats. watch the clips. he's a competitive little guy as you will note by his reaction to his lone loss (he says he was going to look for his friend cooper, who he actually blew right by... methinks he was a little bugged about losing.... that's ok because competitive nature = jer and aim's offspring, no dna test necessary).