RMers with kids

[Higgs]

Son is on day 7 post-ACL op and has fully rediscovered his time-sucking love of PC games. I need him to get better and fuck off back to Broome. I want my quiet peaceful just-us-two house back.

I love him dearly but he is a pain-in-the-arse as a patient. And I have little patience.

[spike]

Allowing casual clothes day sounds like a recipe for absolute disaster to me. Glad you got through relatively unscathed.

They were nightmares back in Chicago when she was younger. I think she thought no more uniform after that, so the days after were battles. I think she’s old enough now to understand it was a one off thing, and back in the school dress tomorrow.

[Sloppy Dupree]

For RMers with kids—what careers would you (secretly) want your kids to pursue?

[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.

[Sloppy Dupree]

For RMers with kids—what careers would you (secretly) want your kids to pursue?

not the arts

That’s understandable.

I have none of my own, but if I did, I’d be worried. It’s becoming increasingly difficult for wages to be sufficient for a comfortable life. Not optimistic it’ll get any better.

[Sloppy Dupree]

Although inter-generational wealth transfers always help.

[Sloppy Dupree]

For example I always marvel about how my best friend never seems worried about work. Then I remember he’s the sole beneficiary of a $750,000 home and his parents are both 85ish. All he has to do is ride it out.

Anyway, I digress.

Work hard, RM parents. For the kids’ sakes!

[Monkey_Driven]

For RMers with kids—what careers would you (secretly) want your kids to pursue?

Engineering or healthcare of some kind. But, they'll probably be in education.

[doug rr]

no kids here thank god but I'd say I would want a hard throwing lefty with a good head on his/her shoulders

[doug rr]

White House press secretary

[doug rr]

manage a local chain steakhouse

[doug rr]

drummer or bass player

[doug rr]

a senator

[doug rr]

Buca di Beppo

[doug rr]

pundit

[Rangi Guy]

My 9 year old wants to be a marine biologist of all thngs - kinda hope she sticks with that

[E.H. Ruddock]

My 9 year old wants to be a marine biologist of all thngs - kinda hope she sticks with that

That's what I wanted to be: Went to camps and shit throughout middle school and high school. Got to college and learned 90% of Marine Biologists just studied plankton and krill for the first 20 years on barely minimum wage. Better to disappoint her now than let her go through what I did!

[doug rr]

My 9 year old wants to be a marine biologist of all thngs - kinda hope she sticks with that

does she like calamari?

[Monkey_Driven]

My youngest wants to be Han Solo with a jetpack (I asked him this morning; he's 3.5).


Sounds pretty rad.

[Sloppy Dupree]

My youngest wants to be Han Solo with a jetpack (I asked him this morning; he's 3.5).


Sounds pretty rad.

I think that means he’s going to be an undercover narcotics officer.