RMers with kids

[spike]

My hunch is it’s less about his preferred diet, and more about the fact that he’s an incel gamer type who never wants to leave his dorm room

Yep

Y'know, then why would you need a bigger fridge. Just fill your closet with ramen.

That’s where the RealDolls go

You’re on fire trag.

[bart]

Who cares? Why would anyone go back and ask?

[B]

Who cares? Why would anyone go back and ask?

I can get past this, bart.

[Bammer]

… and she's in one for the collect there Thing #1 is headed next month.

I gotta say, deciphering Papa Wease’s texts has made me pretty much an expert at making out what gobbledegook really means, but I can’t figure out what you’re saying here at all.

There were 3 letters wrong, but i fixed it for you.

Total BS that when a mod edits their post, it doesn’t add anything to the bottom of the post indicating that it was edited.

[wease]

… and she's in one for the collect there Thing #1 is headed next month.

I gotta say, deciphering Papa Wease’s texts has made me pretty much an expert at making out what gobbledegook really means, but I can’t figure out what you’re saying here at all.

There were 3 letters wrong, but i fixed it for you.

Total BS that when a mod edits their post, it doesn’t add anything to the bottom of the post indicating that it was edited.

I noticed that too.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Bammer, if you are a terrible poster, please make your next post in this thread say "Total BS"

[Bammer]

Total BS

[spike]

My kid’s been a nightmare this week, had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Continuing to settle into her new school, has a runny nose, and it doesn’t help that her mom’s had several stupid work dinners so she isn’t around as much.

I may need to vent about work dinners in another thread.

[wease]

[B]

[Chris_H_2]

we're starting the college prep stuff in earnest, including touring campuses. i thought it was way too early for a rising junior (hate that term by the way), but alas i'm wrong. by this time next year the expectation is that my kid has all of his essays written and some apps ready to send out.

life was a lot simpler when i went to college when we didn't have a common app and you couldn't apply to 40 schools at the press of a button.

[goes to yell at a cloud]

[pepperwhiteMFC]

My kid’s been a nightmare this week, had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Continuing to settle into her new school, has a runny nose, and it doesn’t help that her mom’s had several stupid work dinners so she isn’t around as much.

I may need to vent about work dinners in another thread.

Smash the matriarchy.

[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.

[E.H. Ruddock]

we're starting the college prep stuff in earnest, including touring campuses. i thought it was way too early for a rising junior (hate that term by the way), but alas i'm wrong. by this time next year the expectation is that my kid has all of his essays written and some apps ready to send out.

life was a lot simpler when i went to college when we didn't have a common app and you couldn't apply to 40 schools at the press of a button.

[goes to yell at a cloud]

just wait until you meet his hot co-ed friends amirite

lol.

[Chris_H_2]

we're starting the college prep stuff in earnest, including touring campuses. i thought it was way too early for a rising junior (hate that term by the way), but alas i'm wrong. by this time next year the expectation is that my kid has all of his essays written and some apps ready to send out.

life was a lot simpler when i went to college when we didn't have a common app and you couldn't apply to 40 schools at the press of a button.

[goes to yell at a cloud]

just wait until you meet his hot co-ed friends amirite

pretty sure my kid hasn't had a conversation with a girl outside of class since last year's homecoming. he makes lenny's game look like 20 under par.

[doug rr]

we're starting the college prep stuff in earnest, including touring campuses. i thought it was way too early for a rising junior (hate that term by the way), but alas i'm wrong. by this time next year the expectation is that my kid has all of his essays written and some apps ready to send out.

life was a lot simpler when i went to college when we didn't have a common app and you couldn't apply to 40 schools at the press of a button.

[goes to yell at a cloud]

if only he was left handed and could throw 95

[Chris_H_2]

we're starting the college prep stuff in earnest, including touring campuses. i thought it was way too early for a rising junior (hate that term by the way), but alas i'm wrong. by this time next year the expectation is that my kid has all of his essays written and some apps ready to send out.

life was a lot simpler when i went to college when we didn't have a common app and you couldn't apply to 40 schools at the press of a button.

[goes to yell at a cloud]

if only he was left handed and could throw 95

i mean, we can't all have bammer's kids

[Monkey_Driven]

I love summer, but I'm ready for school to start and the kids to get back into a consistent routine.

[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.

[Monkey_Driven]

I love summer, but I'm ready for school to start and the kids to get back into a consistent routine.

this feels early

School starts in less than two weeks!