Red Mosquito

spike wrote:i was gonna say, going gray beats no hair.

though shaving one's head, or even keeping it buzzed, sorta solves the graying problem.

spike wrote:My kid’s teacher has recommended she meet with an OT to assess her underdeveloped fine motor skills. Glad this is being caught now in case there is an issue.

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:My kid’s teacher has recommended she meet with an OT to assess her underdeveloped fine motor skills. Glad this is being caught now in case there is an issue.

You don't sound worried, but in case you are -- don't worry. I have a couple friends who went through similar things with their kids. Development lag identified, intervention taken, six months later kid is fully up to speed.

spike wrote:MIL came down to look after the kid while we went to a parent prep year orientation last night, then stayed over. i've come to realize she's more of hinderance than a help in the mornings. not her fault, just throws off my rhythm.

Rangi Guy wrote:Went to the supermarket to grab a few things. While we were there my girls asked if we could get a treat, so we went to the aisle the has a ll the chocolate and junk. On the other side of the aisle was a magazine stand and there was some magazine that had a picture of Taylor Swift on the cover. My daughter turns to me and says 'Is that what Taylor Swift looks like?' and I was 'Yeah!' - she said 'Huh, I'm kinda dissapointed.' I'm not sure what to take away from that.

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

tragabigzanda wrote:Spending time with my kids’ classmates mostly highlights how dirty they all are. Godspeed spike.

Monkey_Driven wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Spending time with my kids’ classmates mostly highlights how dirty they all are. Godspeed spike.

like Xtina dirrty?

Bammer wrote:

Monkey_Driven wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:Spending time with my kids’ classmates mostly highlights how dirty they all are. Godspeed spike.

like Xtina dirrty?

This f*cking website …

tragabigzanda wrote:Spending time with my kids’ classmates mostly highlights how dirty they all are. Godspeed spike.