Red Mosquito

The Argonaut wrote:

forwardres wrote:Hey everyone, Just joined this forum and can't wait to connect with fellow travelers! Speaking of trips, my travel plans for this year are skyrocketing—I'm booking business class flights for a ton of different places. I'm headed to Asia for some epic beach vibes, to South America for some amazing rainforest hikes, and to Europe for all the iconic cities.

get a job, you bum

Bammer wrote:

spike wrote:

Bammer wrote:So … Mrs. Bam luckily got through to someone and long story short her passport arrived last week.

I happened to look something up about our trip and I noticed our flight arrives April 9 and our first hotel night is April 10. I made the same booking for my sister’s fam. Yikes. No rooms available in our hotel. We found another one like a mile away for the first night.

Jeeebus.

Get your head in the game bro

What if I told you my head is currently in the game, but wasn’t X months ago when I booked this trip

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.

Bammer wrote:Mrs. Bam, however - who packed 3 months worth of clothes for a 1 week trip to the beach

96583UP wrote:Mrs. Bam playing 4D chess pretending to be late with her bag in order to not have to fly w/ kids

big brain move

spike wrote:I want a play by play of the Bammer family’s morning. Complete recap.