I love Christmas but I'm not ready to hear Christmas music yet![]()
What is a bacon, lettuce and tomato room?
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Robyn - What time do you want to do brunch? Are you staying with Joe or in a hotel? Does Joe live in Oak Lawn? We are trying to sort out the logistics of Saturday!What do you want to do after brunch? What time is Joe's work thing Saturday night? I am a nosey thing, aren't I?
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Elizabeth, you crack me up. Thanks!!!!![]()
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Terry and my trip in December is coming along. I think we have plans down to the hour; we had to schedule in potty breaks.![]()
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We might never see our room in the light of day.![]()
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We have breakfasts scheduled for before park openings. Evening fireworks. Gift exchanges after the fireworks! We have lunch meets scheduled. Breakfast meets. Dinner meets. Activities onboard the ship. Before the cruise meet. During the cruise meets. Sail away party. Shore excursion. Parasailing. Spa day. Palo brunch. Breakfast in the Roy Disney suite. Pirate nite. Party after pirate night. Sipping wine and /or coffee on the veranda. Get off the boat, check back into the world, and get to the Poly for breakfast. Jump the monorail to the Contemporary. Go to the MK. Meet, meet, meet, go to the CG for dinner. The next day bright and early for breakfast (in the park by 8:00am) 4 meets. Get to HS. Dinner meet, then Fantasmic. Take boat for 10:00pm meet. Get back to Pop around midnight.
The big day! Breakfast at Cape May at 8:30am. Mousefest Mega meet. Then tons of EPCOT meets. Dinner with the authors. Illuminations dessert party. Karoke meet.
No slacking! Breakfast at Kona Cafe at 7:30 am. Capture the Magic. MK meets. Dinner at Citrocis.
On Monday I will offically refuse to leave my bed before 9:00am. We have dinner with the Stepsisters at 7:00pm. I promise to be dressed and ready to move by then.
We will have pins to trade. Matching tshirts. We will send postcards. We have to decorate two doors. You will be proud of us.
Well, I have to take my DGS to school tomorrow. Better get to sleep.![]()
My girls have been sleeping for 10 hours......And I thought 7 was nice! (And I used to think 5 was nice!
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Somewhere recently (DisneyFiles?) I read that you can stack a 10% DVC code on any other codes w/National ... don't forget that one!![]()
I got this in an email this morning. I can totally relate. Can you?
Ain't this the truth.!!!
When you visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn , you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR! ), yank down your pants, and assume ' The Stance.'
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!'
Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail .
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.'
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.'
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?'
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!
This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately!
Send this to all women that need a good laugh
A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...
Hard to Find
Supportive
Comfortable
Always Lifts You Up
Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging
And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!
Home from the doctor. I have pneumonia. Got a shot of Rocephin and major antibiotics. If it weren't my grandmother's funeral, we'd be staying home. Taking the kids at 1:40pm today. BK sounds bad too. We leave tomorrow am.
Hmm. Some things are better left alone.I called about the insurance on DH's colonoscopy. The Dr's office and the surgery center have been given conflicting info from the insurance co, so we may owe upwards of $600 instead of $125!
At first she told me we would have to pay the whole thing on Friday, but then she changed her mind and said we should see exactly what the insurance disallows first. That sounds like a better plan. I wasn't planning to pay $600 for this procedure! But it all comes back to the "screening" vs. "diagnostic" codes like the mess with my last mammogram. At least I knew that could happen so it's not a complete shock.
I swear to heaven above that this job is going to be the death of me...and part of it would be my fault. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off....until I realized they've increased the time line of what I have to do (without informing me) but they've also increased how many things I have to do!! So instead of one HUGE (and I mean huge) mailing to go out this week...on top of a smaller one I have to do myself this week, I have the 2 mentioned (with the huge one to go out in 2 weeks) and 3 smaller ones. Seriously, we are talking into the thousands of dollars to get the same pledge amount as last year. (Pledging has not increased in 5 years....hmm...maybe this is a waste of Theresa's time??)
I swear to heaven above that this job is going to be the death of me...and part of it would be my fault. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off....until I realized they've increased the time line of what I have to do (without informing me) but they've also increased how many things I have to do!! So instead of one HUGE (and I mean huge) mailing to go out this week...on top of a smaller one I have to do myself this week, I have the 2 mentioned (with the huge one to go out in 2 weeks) and 3 smaller ones. Seriously, we are talking into the thousands of dollars to get the same pledge amount as last year. (Pledging has not increased in 5 years....hmm...maybe this is a waste of Theresa's time??)
I feel your pain. Our dental drama continues. The girls had their 6 month checkup and cleaning with the new dentist. It was supposed to be covered completely by our insurance. I got a bill for $198 in the mail today.
Could be! I don't go to church, but everyone else who has sent me a thing asking for money hasn't gotten any!
I would be calling the insurance.
Our dental insurance is some weird dental HMO, so we usually only pay a $6 sterilization fee for check-ups. Crowns and so forth are where it gets expensive. But it did cover a chunk of DS's braces and as far as I know that was all paid as promised. (Now watch I'll get a bill from the orthodontist.)
Arboretum followed by mini golf or something works for me, contingent on weather! Marci, what do you think? Of course we will have dinner at some point, too.![]()
Robyn - I sort of know where Joe lives. It kind of borders Oak Lawn, but it isn't smack in the middle. Mapquest says it is only 6.3 miles from my house, so not far at all!![]()
thank goodness, I thought I was the only one who thought of a BLT sandwich!!![]()
The kids love to listen to it as much as I do.