weekend plans

[doug rr]

homemade meatballs I hope?

[Chris_H_2]

i've never heard of anyone associating the super bowl with a cold ham & cheese sandwich ... until today.

[dad]

trag out here trying to take down football.

cte was doing fine on its own.

[B]

I need to choose between a jr. high cheerleading competition and a high school wrestling tournament.

[epilogue]

I need to choose between a jr. high cheerleading competition and a high school wrestling tournament.

Which one will have the better snacks?

[spike]

homemade meatballs I hope?

yeah I did Bobby Flay’s

[spike]

i've never heard of anyone associating the super bowl with a cold ham & cheese sandwich ... until today.

How depressing his everyday lunches must be.

[B]

I need to choose between a jr. high cheerleading competition and a high school wrestling tournament.

Which one will have the better snacks?

Wrestling tournament. But the smell may kill my appetite.

It's my wrestler's senior year, so that probably gets the priority.

I know the exact time my cheerleader will be dancing at a local school, but the way wrestling works is that he will be wrestling for something between 2 and 18 minutes over the course of two full days at a school 2 counties over.

[dad]

I need to choose between a jr. high cheerleading competition and a high school wrestling tournament.

Which one will have the better snacks?

Wrestling tournament. But the smell may kill my appetite.

It's my wrestler's senior year, so that probably gets the priority.

I know the exact time my cheerleader will be dancing at a local school, but the way wrestling works is that he will be wrestling for something between 2 and 18 minutes over the course of two full days at a school 2 counties over.

what if you and your wife each take an event, facetime or google meet each other, and neither of you has to miss the entirety of the event?

[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.

[doug rr]

i've never heard of anyone associating the super bowl with a cold ham & cheese sandwich ... until today.

How depressing his everyday lunches must be.

Ka'chava roughly five days a week

you were right

[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.

[bodysnatcher]

who the heck has a kids birthday party on super bowl sunday?????

[bodysnatcher]

I need to choose between a jr. high cheerleading competition and a high school wrestling tournament.

Which one will have the better snacks?

Wrestling tournament. But the smell may kill my appetite.

It's my wrestler's senior year, so that probably gets the priority.

I know the exact time my cheerleader will be dancing at a local school, but the way wrestling works is that he will be wrestling for something between 2 and 18 minutes over the course of two full days at a school 2 counties over.

I went to my nephew's wrestling tournament last month. He was in the 9yo class, but they had age groups there from like 6 to high school. The entire place smelled like I was inside a teenager's gym bag.

It was the first time I'd ever been to a tournament, and really the first time I'd ever paid attention to wrestling. It was pretty interesting in the end, but was also quite boring since my nephew only wrestled 3 overall matches – for a combined total of about 6 minutes of action – over the course of 3 hours. Plus I had to pay $10 to park, $18 to get in, and then my nephew hosed me out of $10 so he could get some crap-ass nachos.

[spike]

who the heck has a kids birthday party on super bowl sunday?????

I know, I’m still not used to the SB not being the last weekend of Jan/first weekend of Feb. Stupid 17 game schedule.

[doug rr]

who the heck has a kids birthday party on super bowl sunday?????

I know, I’m still not used to the SB not being the last weekend of Jan/first weekend of Feb. Stupid 17 game schedule.

make sure you have enough cold ham and cheese sandwiches for all the friends coming over for it

[spike]

who the heck has a kids birthday party on super bowl sunday?????

I know, I’m still not used to the SB not being the last weekend of Jan/first weekend of Feb. Stupid 17 game schedule.

make sure you have enough cold ham and cheese sandwiches for all the friends coming over for it

I’m canceling the birthday cupcakes and serving all the guests ham and cheese now.

[bodysnatcher]

if it's on croissants i'll be there

[spike]

Imagine the flaky crumb apocalypse of fifteen four year olds eating croissants

[E.H. Ruddock]

Imagine the flaky crumb apocalypse of fifteen four year olds eating croissants