jsmla
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I am filled with awe for those of you who can post an entire trip report at one sitting. At the rate I'm going we'll be back at WDW before I finish.
Anyway, here's our fab five:
Me (41) Disney fan, your lazy poster and non-shopper
Sam (16) Non-shopper, but tolerant of others
Liz (14) Big time shopper as long as she's spending someone else's money
Mom/Grandma (*) Having a day off, biggest time shopper. Nothing is beneath her notice as long as it's on sale. Nothing makes her day like comparing 37 variations on a Mickey Mouse T-shirt before purchasing the first one she had seen. You know, the one in that store at the other end of the mall
and
Liya (15) Shopper in training. Learning at the knees of the masters
Monday November 19. 2001 9:55 am
My husband is a singularly blessed individual. Of all the women in the universe he managed to snap up one of the few who does not shop. It's a proud moment in my house when I manage to visit that place where the food comes from. Why, oh, why then am I standing in front of an outlet mall on a rainy morning in Orlando? I'll tell you. I am sandwiched between perhaps the two most accomplished consumers since Imelda Marcos. On reason I'm so tardy in posting is that I wasted a goodly portion of my visit to Mom shopping. No visit home is complete without a little trip to the Gulfport mall. If tandem shopping ever becomes an Olympic event my mom and daughter will surely bring home the gold. Liz has taken Liya under her wing thusly initiating her into this, the most bizarrely American of pastimes.
10:30 am
I have finished up my shopping which consisted of gifts for all of Liya's family and a T-shirt for the DH. I shop quickly and cheaply. This is the one occasion in which a total lack of taste comes in handy.
11:30 am
More shopping. Liz has acquired a disturbingly scanty Tinkerbell tank top and a delightfully tacky Florida snowglobe. Mom is insisting on purchasing gifts for the entire Gorbonova family as well as her own. She wants input. I tell her she's on her own. Sam graciously allows her to purchase Incredible Hulk and Green Eggs and Ham T-shirts for himself. (He inherited that certain je ne sais quois from me.) I refuse all offers of gifts, find a convenient bench and sit, the grinch who ruined shopping day.
11:45 am
Liz has broken her snowglobe. Since this is the only sensible purchase made all morning I offer to replace it. I need her happy since she will be assisting Liya in finding, and I quote, "blue jeans, but not blue".
12:30 pm
After the ritual misplacing and relocating of Mom we decide to split up. Mom and Liya have a little more you-know-what to do and Liz and I head off to buy that replacement snowglobe. For the life of me I can't remember what the heck Sam did.
12:45 pm
Snowglobe in hand Liz and I wait at the car. We wait a little longer. Mom and Liya are adrift in the outlet mall. I think Liz is slightly jealous. At some indeterminate time they emerge laden with T-shirts (what is it about Disney that produces this T-shirt mania?) and Piglet and Eeyore puppets, of all things.
Following a brief rainy stop at some strip mall where Mom, after an in depth consultation with Liz, purchases a purse for Liya we draw our little odyssey in consumerism to a close and head home. At least I attempt to head home. Who knew that Orlando was so big? It is pouring rain and none of the streets go in the right direction. Finally I am able to find I4 by using Universal Studios as a landmark. Mom and Liya blanch at the sight of the Hulk. Back at the hotel I shut myself in the bedroom leaving everyone to admire their purchases far from my scornful eye. I am told that Liya entertains everyone with a Russian version of the Piglet and Eeyore Puppet Hour. That's okay because the Magic Kingdom's open late and the night will belong to me.
Congratulations to those of you who endured this entire boring post. Console yourself with this fact. You only had to read it.
Anyway, here's our fab five:
Me (41) Disney fan, your lazy poster and non-shopper
Sam (16) Non-shopper, but tolerant of others
Liz (14) Big time shopper as long as she's spending someone else's money
Mom/Grandma (*) Having a day off, biggest time shopper. Nothing is beneath her notice as long as it's on sale. Nothing makes her day like comparing 37 variations on a Mickey Mouse T-shirt before purchasing the first one she had seen. You know, the one in that store at the other end of the mall
and
Liya (15) Shopper in training. Learning at the knees of the masters
Monday November 19. 2001 9:55 am
My husband is a singularly blessed individual. Of all the women in the universe he managed to snap up one of the few who does not shop. It's a proud moment in my house when I manage to visit that place where the food comes from. Why, oh, why then am I standing in front of an outlet mall on a rainy morning in Orlando? I'll tell you. I am sandwiched between perhaps the two most accomplished consumers since Imelda Marcos. On reason I'm so tardy in posting is that I wasted a goodly portion of my visit to Mom shopping. No visit home is complete without a little trip to the Gulfport mall. If tandem shopping ever becomes an Olympic event my mom and daughter will surely bring home the gold. Liz has taken Liya under her wing thusly initiating her into this, the most bizarrely American of pastimes.
10:30 am
I have finished up my shopping which consisted of gifts for all of Liya's family and a T-shirt for the DH. I shop quickly and cheaply. This is the one occasion in which a total lack of taste comes in handy.
11:30 am
More shopping. Liz has acquired a disturbingly scanty Tinkerbell tank top and a delightfully tacky Florida snowglobe. Mom is insisting on purchasing gifts for the entire Gorbonova family as well as her own. She wants input. I tell her she's on her own. Sam graciously allows her to purchase Incredible Hulk and Green Eggs and Ham T-shirts for himself. (He inherited that certain je ne sais quois from me.) I refuse all offers of gifts, find a convenient bench and sit, the grinch who ruined shopping day.
11:45 am
Liz has broken her snowglobe. Since this is the only sensible purchase made all morning I offer to replace it. I need her happy since she will be assisting Liya in finding, and I quote, "blue jeans, but not blue".
12:30 pm
After the ritual misplacing and relocating of Mom we decide to split up. Mom and Liya have a little more you-know-what to do and Liz and I head off to buy that replacement snowglobe. For the life of me I can't remember what the heck Sam did.
12:45 pm
Snowglobe in hand Liz and I wait at the car. We wait a little longer. Mom and Liya are adrift in the outlet mall. I think Liz is slightly jealous. At some indeterminate time they emerge laden with T-shirts (what is it about Disney that produces this T-shirt mania?) and Piglet and Eeyore puppets, of all things.
Following a brief rainy stop at some strip mall where Mom, after an in depth consultation with Liz, purchases a purse for Liya we draw our little odyssey in consumerism to a close and head home. At least I attempt to head home. Who knew that Orlando was so big? It is pouring rain and none of the streets go in the right direction. Finally I am able to find I4 by using Universal Studios as a landmark. Mom and Liya blanch at the sight of the Hulk. Back at the hotel I shut myself in the bedroom leaving everyone to admire their purchases far from my scornful eye. I am told that Liya entertains everyone with a Russian version of the Piglet and Eeyore Puppet Hour. That's okay because the Magic Kingdom's open late and the night will belong to me.
Congratulations to those of you who endured this entire boring post. Console yourself with this fact. You only had to read it.
Thanks for taking the time to post them for us to enjoy. I know how much work a trip report can be.
