weekend plans

[doug rr]

Uhh I’m your kid you cook for me. Then I give you a big hug before you tuck me in.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I don’t know what that means

Goodnight love u

[doug rr]

you too..checks in the mail

[wease]

What is your strategy?

Put some of it on boxes, throw some of it out, leave most of it for another time.

Solid

[dad]

Hope you are still with us Chris!

We didn’t die!

bene

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Get blitzed.

[doug rr]

my wife's aunt and uncle are coming down on Saturday from moose jaw Canada..they're riding their Harleys down here..they're good people and I stocked up of crown royal and Diet Coke for them...not much planned other than cooking and hanging out

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Watch every Indiana Jones and fart a lot.

[wease]

Cruisin’

[dad]

leaving early tomorrow morning for our summer family vacation. this year we're taking the kids to south padre for 4-5 days. a long drive. we're staying in my wife's aunt's condo. hoping we'll enjoy the beach and eat some seafood.

[Chris_H_2]

leaving early tomorrow morning for our summer family vacation. this year we're taking the kids to south padre for 4-5 days. a long drive. we're staying in my wife's aunt's condo. hoping we'll enjoy the beach and eat some seafood.

is the mtv beach house still down there?

[dad]

leaving early tomorrow morning for our summer family vacation. this year we're taking the kids to south padre for 4-5 days. a long drive. we're staying in my wife's aunt's condo. hoping we'll enjoy the beach and eat some seafood.

is the mtv beach house still down there?

i've never been to padre. i guess we'll find out.

[doug rr]

we we're supposed to have 2 good friends come here this weekend..one from Perth and the other from Minnesota..anyway, the friend from Perth had a death in the family and had to fly back..he had been at our friends house in Minnesota for the last week..now she is not coming either which is fine..we had planned taking them to Vancouver to meet friends and and eats tons of of good food..we'll now enjoy and empty house for a few extra days and drive up to Vancouver on Wednesday for a couple days to indulge in food and drink

[spike]

My in-laws are coming for a month on Sunday.

[bart]

My in-laws are coming for a month on Sunday.

Jesus Christ

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[VinylGuy]

ill chill tonight, guess ill put some vinyl and have dinner with my girl

tomorrow ill clean my fucking balcony and go to the gym. I have a bday party at night.

Sunday im not sure yet. Maybe go to my moms. Maybe chill all day and watch movies. Undecided yet.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

My in-laws are coming for a month on Sunday.

Jesus Christ

Yes, it’ll take that kind of miracle to get through.

[spike]

Are you stressing this?

Not really, it’s easier when they visit us. I’ve done two 6-7 week stays with them in Australia since they last visited America.

Definitely planning some date nights with the wife, and also a jaunt or two back to Milwaukee to see friends to break it up.