laura74
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- Mar 23, 2007
If you could see me, youd see that Im standing with my head down and my tail between my legs. (Ponzi, if youre reading this, Im sure that set you up for a snappy reply.)
A couple of years ago I wrote this trip report
http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=2905938
And I had a lot of fun reliving the trip and making some funny friends. It was taking up a bit too much of my life though. So I disappeared.
Confession #1: I was a Disboard junkie.
I spent much too much time here. If I wasnt updating my report, I was checking it for comments. And if I had comments, I tried to come up with witty replies (I said tried!). Sadly, Im no Ponzi or Nebo in that area. And if I wasnt in my own report, I was reading a dozen others trying to comment wittily there too.
And then I couldnt remember the last two days of my trip in any kind of detail. Being a first time trip reporter, I wasnt smart enough to take notes or photos. My one vivid memory of those two days is so ridiculous (see end of post). Funny, the stuff that sticks in your head. I think the reason I remember it is because it had to do with yellow jackets Nebos yellow jackets (those pesky pool CMs).
Confession #2: Im a perfectionist.
If it couldnt be perfect, I wasnt interested. I just sort of gave up, dropped out.
I didnt say goodbye to my Disboard buddies. I thought Id be back sooner. I was going to write a report last year took notes and everything but life got busy and I ran out of steam. So I apologize to Ponzi, Nebo, Smidgy, Marita, Shannon, Marie, Monica, Nilla, Montague, Sandy, Jill, Thumper_Man, Maribeth, so many of you I cant list you all. I should have thanked you for all the great posts.
So go ahead. Yell at me. I can take it. Really I can!
Actually, I cant.
Confession #3: Im pretty thin skinned.
I think its the creative in me. Artists dont like criticism. Im also a Cancer and were a pretty sensitive lot.
Confession #4: I missed everybody.
So, I dipped my toe back in a few weeks ago. I read about Ponzis amazing European vacation and Im looking forward to reading about his teenage Niagara Falls road trip. I read Nebos latest but I dont see much activity from him and hope hes ok. And I see Shannon has another trip report too.
So I here I am, turning up like a bad penny, coming back to the Dis to share some Disney memories from our trip last week. Can I do it without becoming obsessed? Will anyone show up?
In case anyones interested, heres the last bit of my 2012 trip.
It was our last day in Kidani and we were in a homeless limbo waiting for magical express. We sadly carted our carry on bag to the pool to get the last bits of Florida sun before returning to reality and cold.
The yellow jackets were out and they were charged up. There was electric sliding. There was chicken dancing. There may have also been some hokey-pokeying.
We werent paying much attention to them though. Monkston (my daughter) was in the pool getting some last slides in. Mr. Squid (my husband) was in the hot tub. And what was I doing? Not living in the moment like I should have been. I should have been enjoying the glorious weather, the cool water of the pool, the swaying palm trees. No, I had to read some more grim tales of Katniss in a dystopian future. At least I was working on my tan while doing it!
About a half hour before we had to pack up for the bus, a new yellow jacket appeared. A quieter, less confident yellow jacket. A yellow jacket in training, I think. He probably didnt get his supply of Disney amphetamines yet.
He slowly walks forward clutching a piece of paper and announces that he has a Disney trivia contest for us. A contest with prizes.
We like trivia! We like Disney! We like prizes. Its on!
He reads the first question and we quickly jot down the answer. Ok, young yellow jacket. Were ready for the next one.
And we wait.
And we wait.
Still waiting.
Still waiting.
Its about 5 minutes now.
And he repeats the question! This is torture. They should use this technique on prisoners of war. How long is this contest going to take?
Monkston worriedly asks, Mommy, were going to stay for the whole thing, right?
I dont know how many questions he has, but I dont see how this is going to be over in a half hour at this rate.
Finally, the second question! He reminds everyone not to use their smart phones to get the answers. At this rate, I could run back to the lobby, ask a CM for the answer, and grab a soda for the walk back.
Monkston, go change into your clothes while we wait for the next question.
5 more minutes go by in which Monkston is able to get changed and leisurely walk back.
The third question is read. And we wait again.
This goes on with more questions. I cant take it. We have to leave for the bus. What sort of bribery will I need to use to extricate Monkston from the pool?
How about some Disney chocolates for the ride home?
Thought so.
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A couple of years ago I wrote this trip report
http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=2905938
And I had a lot of fun reliving the trip and making some funny friends. It was taking up a bit too much of my life though. So I disappeared.
Confession #1: I was a Disboard junkie.
I spent much too much time here. If I wasnt updating my report, I was checking it for comments. And if I had comments, I tried to come up with witty replies (I said tried!). Sadly, Im no Ponzi or Nebo in that area. And if I wasnt in my own report, I was reading a dozen others trying to comment wittily there too.
And then I couldnt remember the last two days of my trip in any kind of detail. Being a first time trip reporter, I wasnt smart enough to take notes or photos. My one vivid memory of those two days is so ridiculous (see end of post). Funny, the stuff that sticks in your head. I think the reason I remember it is because it had to do with yellow jackets Nebos yellow jackets (those pesky pool CMs).
Confession #2: Im a perfectionist.
If it couldnt be perfect, I wasnt interested. I just sort of gave up, dropped out.
I didnt say goodbye to my Disboard buddies. I thought Id be back sooner. I was going to write a report last year took notes and everything but life got busy and I ran out of steam. So I apologize to Ponzi, Nebo, Smidgy, Marita, Shannon, Marie, Monica, Nilla, Montague, Sandy, Jill, Thumper_Man, Maribeth, so many of you I cant list you all. I should have thanked you for all the great posts.
So go ahead. Yell at me. I can take it. Really I can!
Actually, I cant.
Confession #3: Im pretty thin skinned.
I think its the creative in me. Artists dont like criticism. Im also a Cancer and were a pretty sensitive lot.
Confession #4: I missed everybody.
So, I dipped my toe back in a few weeks ago. I read about Ponzis amazing European vacation and Im looking forward to reading about his teenage Niagara Falls road trip. I read Nebos latest but I dont see much activity from him and hope hes ok. And I see Shannon has another trip report too.
So I here I am, turning up like a bad penny, coming back to the Dis to share some Disney memories from our trip last week. Can I do it without becoming obsessed? Will anyone show up?
In case anyones interested, heres the last bit of my 2012 trip.
It was our last day in Kidani and we were in a homeless limbo waiting for magical express. We sadly carted our carry on bag to the pool to get the last bits of Florida sun before returning to reality and cold.
The yellow jackets were out and they were charged up. There was electric sliding. There was chicken dancing. There may have also been some hokey-pokeying.
We werent paying much attention to them though. Monkston (my daughter) was in the pool getting some last slides in. Mr. Squid (my husband) was in the hot tub. And what was I doing? Not living in the moment like I should have been. I should have been enjoying the glorious weather, the cool water of the pool, the swaying palm trees. No, I had to read some more grim tales of Katniss in a dystopian future. At least I was working on my tan while doing it!
About a half hour before we had to pack up for the bus, a new yellow jacket appeared. A quieter, less confident yellow jacket. A yellow jacket in training, I think. He probably didnt get his supply of Disney amphetamines yet.
He slowly walks forward clutching a piece of paper and announces that he has a Disney trivia contest for us. A contest with prizes.
We like trivia! We like Disney! We like prizes. Its on!
He reads the first question and we quickly jot down the answer. Ok, young yellow jacket. Were ready for the next one.
And we wait.
And we wait.
Still waiting.
Still waiting.
Its about 5 minutes now.
And he repeats the question! This is torture. They should use this technique on prisoners of war. How long is this contest going to take?
Monkston worriedly asks, Mommy, were going to stay for the whole thing, right?
I dont know how many questions he has, but I dont see how this is going to be over in a half hour at this rate.
Finally, the second question! He reminds everyone not to use their smart phones to get the answers. At this rate, I could run back to the lobby, ask a CM for the answer, and grab a soda for the walk back.
Monkston, go change into your clothes while we wait for the next question.
5 more minutes go by in which Monkston is able to get changed and leisurely walk back.
The third question is read. And we wait again.
This goes on with more questions. I cant take it. We have to leave for the bus. What sort of bribery will I need to use to extricate Monkston from the pool?
How about some Disney chocolates for the ride home?
Thought so.
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Awesome! I can't wait to hear of your new adventures with your family. 
Instead, I hang around here pestering people with questions but never give them the pleasure of the hilarious trip reports I have locked in my head. 
