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Seriously, reserve a room next to her for me, GP. Especially astonished me as my wife's an only child. Meanwhile, my parents, six hours away and both actually working and having four kids besides me, told us that they'd come out whenever we asked them to, but suggested New Year's as being most convenient for them since my mom used up her vacation time for the year in January visiting my niece a few weeks after she was born.

Yeah...my mother-in-law lives about 45 minutes away and won't take my adopted son on the day that our C-section is scheduled because she plans on going to a party that day, and is incensed that we let the doctors schedule it then. We didn't know about the party, and even if we did, we scheduled it to not conflict with my class finals, which I'd hope would be...slightly more important.

She's actually pissed about the prospect of missing a party to watch her grandson.

Good luck, Jane, my wife's C-section appointment is for the following Tuesday (16th).

Status Reports
Star Strider Force
Name: Kral-Raiden
Global Contact: @Dark Epitaph
Reporting on Assignment: Raid Rikti Mothership
Star Strider Force Unit: Champion
Time/Date Location: Friday night, 11/21/08, Rikti War Zone
Level of Alien Threat [/color][low]:

Report Details:

Well, leave it to me to find out something's an officially sanctioned action after the fact. I was just going about my own business, hanging around Grandville looking for the next big job when someone asks me if I can go send the Rikti packing with them. Now, I got no love for the Rikti. I've done a few jobs for one of them, Kuhr'rekt, and he's alright because he pays alright, but I do more jobs for the other side because they pay better and give out giant robots. I don't think any of them ever stopped to question the wisdom of luring villains in with the promise of free giant robot cores. Just sayin'. I also keep meaning to get decorated for being a constant thorn in Ukon Grai's side, so any work towards that is good on me. Plus, pay. Giant robots. So yeah, I was in.

I've gone up on that ship a few times, like seven or eight or so, and I gotta say, this time people had their stuff together. And there were a ton of them. Those pylons fell like they were nothing, and sometimes I had a hard time getting to one while it was still up. Hey, the stone mastery slows me down, I do what I can. Anyway, once on the ship, things kept going just as quick. I planted a bomb in the first few minutes, and it amused me to see some heroes get...I mean, there was some accidental collateral damage to the team. Ukon came out, I made some comments about his Origin: Maternal, and slapped him around with my hammer. Then, into the bowl.

Like I said before, these guys had their stuff together. Usually, I get sent off to the hospital about two or three times a raid. I didn't even get close to that hurt this time. And it wasn't glass jawed Rikti either, it was people knowing what they were doing and tons of them. Plus, enough merits to buy a giant robot. Heh.

Seriously, though, I was thinking. All this spirit of togetherness and camraderie, and those heroes weren't so bad. Even the blue guy who just flies around shooting like a wuss was alright. Maybe I've got it all wrong and signed up for the wrong team. Then I got the paycheck. Even with the giant robot, I could make way more than this just hitting Peregrine Island's bank a few times, and that's a lot less dangerous.

Analysis of Current Situation:
We're good. The recruiting of this team made defeating Ukon Grai and the mothership easy. As long as you can field these guys, you'll have no problems. I will note that I left after the first time because my contract didn't ask me to keep going, but I heard that the team got slapped around quite a bit more without me.

Suggestion of Action:
Since clearly I was the linchpin, with my presence leading to less dead heroes, suggested course of action: give Kral-Raiden a raise. And a pardon, and a beer, while we're at it.

I raided with the heroes. Because they paid me to.

Star Strider Forces Registry
Name: Kral-Raiden
Global Contact: @Dark Epitaph
Level of Classification: 50 Brute
Origin: Natural
Super Rank & Super Group: Bone Snappers, leader

Totally understand, NetMinder. *hugs*

I was taking my fiance (now wife) home to announce the engagement many years ago, and meant to stop by a friend's house in Buffalo on the way from Detroit to Jamestown. But, we got two flat tires in Canada and got really delayed, so we decided to just go straight to Jamestown without stopping. Had we stopped by his house at the time we originally intended to be there, we would have been just in time for the police to show up after he was fatally shot.

Great news on the kids, though, GP! And sad to say, but inner nerd does NOT keep the boys at bay. Some really dig that.

Eh, I don't think he'd be able to figure out One Of These Days on his own...it's a little garbled...

I'm pretty sure he's heard it, Meddle's pretty much my favorite album. All in all, it was a good one to use.

I got my head stuck in the back of a slatted chair when I was 7. Don't judge me!

So, I'm a big Pink Floyd fan, and my six year old listens to it in the car with me and likes it too. Apparently, yesterday at school he informed another kid not to eat his dessert first...

"If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding!"

One of the lunchladies laughed about this, thinking it was purely coincidence, but he followed it up with "How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?" of course. I guess, of all the lines to that song he could break out during school, that's about the best.

Today he's off school, so we're about to head off for a fun day.

It's not luck that would keep me alive ten hours, it's the fact that there would be a certain amount of excruciating pain before the death.

If I ever tried to pull that crap with my wife, I'm 90% certain I'd be dead within 10 hours.

While I appreciate the advice, there is something to be said for the fact that my six year old has had a lot of different life experiences than many of the children people here have raised. He was adopted out of foster care, and, well, I could tell stories, but I really couldn't tell stories because that would be a breach of confidence. Suffice it to say that a punishment that would be horrible to most kids isn't even on his radar due to some of the things he's been through prior to getting here.

Oh, I'm definitely going to be quite clear on the bathroom being okay in the future.

So...

This morning, I left an ITF because my wife came home with our six year old from grocery shopping, and there was clearly some form of issue. Turns out, he tried to run away from her in the store because she didn't want to buy something, and she was unable to do any shopping. Anyway, then, after that, he was grounded to his room today because running away in public places is a big issue, and he decided, in his "taking everything literally" way, that this meant he should...

...

...pee on his floor. Because he was supposed to be in his room all day, that clearly meant, to him, that the bathroom was off limits. THAT was a joy to clean up, especially since I didn't know about it until I was standing in it.

Even though parents are cliqueish and cliques suck, you can usually find another parent who exists outside the clique, which is what we did. Well, I'm sorry that my wife and I have to work for a living and can't volunteer once a week at the school, Muffies, and if that's what your social club is based on, we don't want in.

And, you know what? There's other people who feel that way too. And they're the ones you would rather have looking after your kid anyway. Try to find one.

Do you know another parent that you trust that lives near you? This benefitted us a lot this morning when we had to be at an ultrasound at 7am but preschool care doesn't start until 6:45 and it takes a half hour to get from school to the hospital. We sort of have a mutual agreement that whenever one of us needs a hand with dropping off or picking up, the other will be there, we're both on each other's emergency contact lists and everything.

You think that's bad, there's a store around here where the counter employees frequently have issues dealing with any coins but dimes and pennies. It has to be the tens digit and ones digit, they can't handle weird concepts like five and twenty-five.

I was a jock who played video games and D+D and read comics. A lot of people didn't quite know what to make of me.

First day wasn't too bad here, although he was only in an hour.

My son turned six this week, and the one on the way still seems to be doing okay. But at six, he's now developed a twisted logic.

He struggled with listening to adults pretty much the whole two years we've had him, and now he's finally doing things you ask him to, but not really.

"Sit down."

*sits down for approximately 2 milliseconds, gets back up*

"I said sit down."

"I did."

"Not long enough."

"You didn't say anything about how long."

"Sit down and remain seated."

"How long?"

"Until doomsday."

"Mom, when's doomsday?"

I'd prefer a pause and rewind function to a simple on/off.

Hey, Penelope's biological.

Um, that is...no. No, I'm absolutely not the Clockwork King. Or Lord Nemesis.

Just ran across this topic (don't hit the server forums much).

Congratulations, and I hope all is well. My wife and I are expecting our first biological child in December...funny story, we had been trying for ten years with no success, adopted a son, and then before the ink was dry on the adoption, bam, pregnancy.

Those ultrasounds are something else. Friday, we had one where I saw the heartbeat, so I know just what you mean. Oh, and it also told us it's a boy, or they think it is...I just nod and smile when they point out 90% of the stuff they point out. "That's his kidneys." "Er, okay."

Again, congratulations, and I hope it all goes well.

Kral-Raiden is a level 50 Stone/Stone Brute, as of about a month ago.