I'm so far behind on trip reports! Sorry it took so long, but I'm finally able to comment!
Can anyone say "tangent!"
(Say it. Bonus points. 'Nuff said.)
Tangent!!
If you do a chore that first time... it will always be your chore.
"Honey, could you take out the garbage?"
It's a trap! You do it once and it's yours forever.
This is so true!! As soon as my husband and I moved in together we kinda fell into our chores... and they've stuck ever since lol
She really doesn't.
She spilled the sauce on her shirt, her pants,
the inside of the fridge (three levels! bonus points!),
the inside and side of the fridge door, the top and outside
of the freezer door and thankfully, to complete the ensemble,
the inside of the freezer.
I'm still not sure how she managed that last one.
Thats impressive.
But Elle came home at some point.
She even had something to eat and added to the pile.
I was less than impressed.
Piles of dishes are invisible to teenagers
The competition was at the
River Rock Casino Resort.
Which made perfect sense.
Hold a competition for hundreds of underage kids
in a resort where the only food you can get
(other than the very posh, very expensive restaurant or the pricey buffet)
is at the food court
inside the casino.
i.e. Where none of the kids are allowed.
Makes perfect sense... If it was opposites day.
Now, at the airport, after the delay in getting Kay out of school
and me circling the airport and parking in the wilderness.
Still can't believe you made it out alive with all those polar bears and bums.
Elle declined, she was too busy desperately missing her boyfriend
(Well it had already been minutes that they were apart)
and texting him to let him know it.
IT'S TRUE LOVE!
Does it not look like the bag is telling you to recycle?
Yes, yes it does.
Why rush? I'll tell you why.
Because we had two carry ons, one camera bag
and a laptop. (plus purses for the girls)
Not really a lot for four people I don't think.
But... others carry that amount... for one person.
So storage space is at a premium.
And I despise having to store stuff at my feet.
I'd prefer the legroom thank you very much.
It amazes me the bags security lets through as a "Carry-On" sometimes... I'll be damned if there isnt room for my laptop case in the overhead bin because people are too cheap to check their bags that are DEFINITELY too large to be a carry-on!
Doesn't that just smack of favoritism for the sharks
as opposed to the bottom feeding crabs and such?
The crabs should hold a peaceful protest.
And once we were airborne...
I noticed something interesting.
It looked like in the whole plane,
there were three... no, four...
Four broken TV screens.
Our three in our row. And Ruby's.
I guess everyone else on the plane was PRIVY to this knowledge ahead of time?
Good Lord! What sort of evil fiends are they transporting?
It turned out to be rabbits.
One was a Lionhead and the other a Dwarf Lop,
if that means anything to you.
Go and Google, for a better look.
HOW CUTE!!!
Once we discovered who Ruby's seatmates were,
we had two very disappointed passengers on the plane.
One was Kay. Kay is animal crazy.
She loves anything that moves that isn't human.
Or at least it seems that way.
Don't believe me?
Take her to a pet store.
I'll see you in five hours.
(Assuming the store closes in five hours.)
She so wished she was sitting in Ruby's seat.
Kay is a young lady after my own heart!
I have this fear that if I don't get to the
carousel as quickly as humanly possible.
That I'll somehow miss the bags
and they'll get swallowed up again.
For all time.
Stupid. But there it is.
(Plus, you already knew I was stupid.)
Never to be seen again! (It's ok, I'm the same way)
They must've been around Grade 7 or 8.
So 12-14 years old?
This is probably my LEAST favorite age group of children....
The same boy turns to face me and screams into my face:
"IS THAT YOURS!!!"
(No. No question marks. Because it wasn't one.)
The screech wasn't directed at me.
A girl runs up right behind me.
No. You don't understand.
Right. Behind. Me.
As in she was leaning on me.
And since the boy was now approximately two feet away,
she screamed back: "THAT'S MY BAG!!!!"
Pretty sure she wanted to make sure everyone knew
that it was, in fact, her bag.
But how to be sure?
And what if some of her classmates are still on the plane?
Luckily, she had a solution for that.
She screamed "THAT'S MY BAG!!!" over and over again.
There's no way anyone could not know which bag was hers.
You, at home, may have heard her.
So that's what caused that tremor!
I glanced over at Ruby and shrugged.
She mouthed back "Really?"
And she managed to put so much scorn into that gesture
that I'm surprised the girl didn't spontaneously melt from
an excess of derision.
Mothers are REALLY good at that.
"Can I get a 10 pack of FareSaver tickets." I asked.
"Sorry. We don't sell those anymore." She replied.
"Uh... What? When did you stop selling them?" I blurted.
"January 31st."
Two weeks ago!
Dang it!!!
Lame.
Turns out the cheapest way (and fastest, too!)
is to take a cab.
"$20 flat rate." One of them said.
#Winning
Except the judges decided that instead of Jazz,
they thought it was more folkloric.
(It was an interpretation of the Can-Can.)
So they deducted 10 points.
Even though it was the competition that
placed them in that category in the first place.
The owner of the competition asked the judges to
reconsider, but they refused.
Prima Donnas.
WTH? Those judges must have been a special kinda stupid, huh?!
"How would you like an upgrade to the Penthouse Suite?"
All right!!
LUCKY!! I would have made them repeat it to make sure my ear drum didn't burst from the teenage girl squeals from earlier.
We got our room keys and headed for the elevator.
We found our room and...
This room has more bathrooms than our house!
We entered into a small foyer.
To the right was a cloak room and a small powder room.
(That's one.)
Down a couple of steps directly ahead lay the living room
with an over size TV and fireplace.
Adjacent was a dining table that sat six
and across from it, a wet bar.
The girls were very upset about the room, obviously.
This was the kid's room.
Queen size bed, large TV...
... and their own ensuite.
(That's two.)
Their shower was a little disappointing.
You could fit a small car in it,
but definitely not a full size one.
The girls did say, however, that the acoustics were wonderful.
So there's that.
Opposite their room, across the wide expanse of the living room,
was our room.
King size bed, another large TV and...
... our ensuite.
(and that's three.)
And why, yes.
As a matter of fact,
that is indeed a two person Jacuzzi.
Easily the second nicest hotel room we'd ever stayed in.
IDK how you'll ever manage in a regular hotel room ever again!
I mentioned earlier that the best place to get something
to eat was at the casino food court.
Elle was very excited.
She'd never been in a casino before.
And now that she was 18, that was going to change!
We marched up to the guardian of the gate
and I asked him what the age restriction was.
"You have to be 19 to enter." He said.
The look on Elle's face!
She looked so... deflated.
It took everything I had to not laugh at her.
She looked like a kitten that had just been dunked in water.
Poor girl. Close, but no cigar!
I also glanced at the salt packages.
I thought I should take some.
Not to eat.
But to gargle warm salt water, for my throat.
Nah... throat's not that bad.
Not great... but not bad.
Better to be safe than sorry!!
Ruby fiddled with her iPad for a bit
and I decided to try out the Jacuzzi.
Aaaaahhhhhh.... that's the stuff.
Not as deep as my tub back home,
but not bad... not bad at all....
Plus... bubbles.
Some of them were even from the jets.
Gross.
I didn't sleep for long.
Around 1:00am, I bolted up in bed.
I couldn't breathe!
My throat was on fire!!
OH NO!
1. Do we make our original scheduled flight?
Yes. In fact, you're very early.
2. When we do get going, name one movie I watched.
(But how could we know that?)
Easy. Someone (not me) already posted a picture from it.
It's between this update and the last.
It took be three years and a 7 block walk to find THIS update.. I'll say... Grown Ups 2
3. Where do we eat breakfast?
OMG. We're Canadian. I've already
told you where Canadians go!
And no. Not Starbucks.
Tim Horton's.... only if you're canadian or from WNY lol
4. Did you see it? Bonus points if you did.
No? Might want to look again.
Suuuuure...
5. What's our first real meal in Hawaii.
(Hint. Ruby did not partake.)[/QUOTE]
LUAU!! Pig Roast!!
and taking it easy today,
Would love that luck at Disney!
Funny, but poor Elle that's a bummer. I remember my daughter when she turned 18 she realized once at gas station she could buy a lottery/scratch off game. She was upset that they didn't card her!
I had a similar experience, but it backfired.
I blame the combination of exhaustion and illness.
I needed that after the past couple of days I've been having. 
to the TR!
Guess I'll find out, haha!
