***Disney Design Addict's Chit Chat,Designs and Pixie Dust! Everybody WELCOME!*** Part 5

[Tammi67]

man you guys would suck at being queen!!

 

[bear74]

Some of you will think I'm certifiable, others will think this is cute.

Our second Christmas in our new home was in 2001. My oldest was 6. He was sure that there was no such thing as Santa. Didn't matter what we told him, he was sure. So on Christmas Eve the kids went to bed. I put on my Santa Suit (Costume Nut Remember). I had Chris video tape me putting the presents under the tree. I was careful to always keep my back to the camera. Chris kept making little comments like "Deb wake up" and "Nobodies going to believe this". He taped me for several minutes, I ate the cookies, drank the milk and slipped out the sliding door. I even had bells outside to shake as the reindeer took off. The next morning Chris announced his amazing night time adventure. And he had proof that Santa truly existed. The kids watched the video in awe and have not questioned Santas existance since. They are huge advocates even at age 8 and 10. I have no idea where the tape is now, probably a good thing as they might not buy it now, but that memory will always be with them. They both have kids that do not celebrate Christmas in their classes that tell them that it is just their parents, they tell them that they don't get presents because they don't believe, but they know because they have him on tape. Someday the magic will die, but I will make it last as long as possible.

Deb

Deb,
that is such a cute story.

 

[bear74]

Okay I am not caught up.
We went to the trail of lights last night in Austin.
WE saw several displays tha featured Disney character.
Mickey and Minnie, Pluto and goofy
Snow White and the 7 dwarfs
Ariel, flounder, sebastion, king trition and Urusla and her 2 eels
Beauty and the beast with chip, Mrs Potts cogsworth and luminer
Pooh, eeyore, piglet, gopher, christopher robin, owl, rabbit and tigger, kanga and roo.

 

[miss missy]

I did read that -

I got hardly anything done! I wrapped all my in-law gifts - which is a good bit - but my side is just waiting to go!!

There are 7 grandkids in my family - soon to be 8 and we SPOIL them rotten!! I am the only one who lives here - so my mom and I do all the shopping and wrapping - when my sisters show up - Christmas is ready and waiting for them - pretty sweet deal if you ask me!

look what they sent me this year for shopping for them:

I am just catching up! You ladies talked up a storm since I left work last night!


I want that wreath!! awesome!

 

[miss missy]

My dad emailed this to me, so naturally I thought of all of my DDA buddies.... its too cute!



Why Santa likes RED....

I love it!!!!!!!!!

 

[miss missy]

I love to wrap too!!! I hate gift bags - I think it is the wimp's way out (my apologies to anyone who uses gift bags!!)

My MIL only uses gift bags and I hate it - I love to rip open gifts - that is half the fun!!!!!!

Marti - drinking and wrapping - now that might now be a bad idea!! I might be less of a perfectionist with a few drinks in me!!

BTW - did you know that sendind a PM to Marti doesn't get to you why can't they figure out who I mean?

Kate... kids love to open wtapped gifts too! Are you like me and take things out and put batteried in before you wrap, that way its ready for the kids!

You cant not be a TRUE wrapper until you have eggnog spiked with kahlua while wrapping! IT IS A MUST to be in the wrapping club girlfriend!

 

[bear74]

I just got my confirmation email from the disnrystore my Mickey luggage is on the way. i got the black 3 piece set plus the garment bag plus tink fashion doll for DD, new watch for me, I broke my pooh watch, princess stamps, total was over 100 so got free shipping. also used the lastchance code to get 30% off.

 

[Steamboat Marti]

It is actually Heidi - not Angela -

PoohAngel is Angela - Pooh67_68 is Heidi

man you guys would suck at being queen!!

a) OK - in my defense I knew it was Pooh something.....

2) why the heck do you think I'm not queen - I knew I'd suck at it...

c) how the heck do you keep everybody straight?

 

[miss missy]

I've heard lots of complaints about weather, but I had to share. I woke up to sunny skies here in Vermont this morning. We have a balmy -10 degrees here. The kids won't even be able to go out to recess it's so cold. Expecting a huge snowstorm tomorrow. Hopefully it will warm things up a bit. I love the snow, but can live with temps in the positive numbers.


Deb

same here Deb.... cold as cold gets AND storm in the am too. DH having wisdom teeth out too.. hope we make it for that ok!

 

[poohangel]

a) OK - in my defense I knew it was Pooh something.....

2) why the heck do you think I'm not queen - I knew I'd suck at it...

c) how the heck do you keep everybody straight?

It isnt easy being Queen, or we would all be one.

 

[miss missy]

Here's a design inspired by my Nephew who is so afraid of Santa that he actually trembles if Santa gets too close.

Deb

cute!

 

[julia & nicks mom]

a) OK - in my defense I knew it was Pooh something.....

2) why the heck do you think I'm not queen - I knew I'd suck at it...

c) how the heck do you keep everybody straight?

DH can never remember ANYONE - I remember everyone! The signature is usually my best reminder of who is who - that's why I hate when you guys change them so often!!!

I know you are all going to go change your signatures now just to confuse me!!

 

[bear74]

dont worry kate. I can't change mine.
someone designed my Olivia's Mommy for me. I think it was minniemousemom but wont swear to it. I could never get it right. So i will proablly have that one for a long time.

 

[tinker1bell]

Oldest DS just stopped by. Took him an hour and a half to get here. Depending on traffic and lights, it usually takes 20 to 30 minutes.
Outside it is coming down in the form of freezing rain.
Not going anywhere. Good night to stay in and watch the Apprentice finale.

 

[miss missy]

I had croup as a child. I remember walking to the YMCA and coughing, and swimming in the winter and being told I sounded like a foghorn. I am assuming that I was old enough to walk to the Y alone, so probably 10? Hope it is sooner for Nicholas!

Isn't that catchy? Or is that whopping cough thats catchy. When I was at WDW last week, there was someone on the Great Movie ride with a cough that was freaking me out. It sounded like an animal

 

[dumby]

Just got this email. I think it is worth passing on, even though it's kinda long.

I BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.
I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the way my big
sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she
jeered. "Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day
because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told
the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a
whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon
buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to
be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her
everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she
snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going
around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat,
and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second
world-famous cinnamon bun.

"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town
that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its
doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.

That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy
something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then
she turned and walked out of Kerby's.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother,
but never had I shopped for anything all by myself.

The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish
their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused,
clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and
who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my
friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my
church.

I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He
was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in
Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class.

Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to
recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the
teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that
Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered
the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a
coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real
warm, and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter
asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a
good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag,
smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of
the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and
ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it. Grandma
said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to
Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever
officially, one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me
a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down
on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes
and Grandma.

Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to
open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering,
beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes.

That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were
just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well,
and we were on his team. I still have the Bible, with the coat
tag tucked inside: $19.95.

May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that
care...

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

This is so special. I am sitting here with tears running down my face. Thanks so much for sharing the true meaning of santa with us.

 

[ellenbenny]

Very touching. I do believe, by the way.

Just got this email. I think it is worth passing on, even though it's kinda long.

I BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.
I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the way my big
sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she
jeered. "Even dummies know that!"

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day
because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told
the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a
whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon
buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to
be true.

Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her
everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she
snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going
around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat,
and let's go."

"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second
world-famous cinnamon bun.

"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town
that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its
doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars.

That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy
something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then
she turned and walked out of Kerby's.

I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother,
but never had I shopped for anything all by myself.

The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish
their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused,
clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and
who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my
friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my
church.

I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He
was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in
Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class.

Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to
recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the
teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that
Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered
the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a
coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real
warm, and he would like that.

"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter
asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a
good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag,
smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of
the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and
ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it. Grandma
said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to
Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever
officially, one of Santa's helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me
a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down
on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes
and Grandma.

Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to
open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering,
beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes.

That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were
just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well,
and we were on his team. I still have the Bible, with the coat
tag tucked inside: $19.95.

May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that
care...

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

 

[dumby]

You are right!! Amy....I was having a not thinking moment....and if you want a debate you had to be around my office a couple of weeks ago with affect versus effect.....I thought at one point it was going to come to blows!!


Theresa

I am a medical transcriptionist and for the life of me I cannot get these two straight (affect versus effect). I have had it explained to me mutliple times but I just seem to have a brain fart when it comes to these two words.

 

[dumby]

Theresa, I hate that one! I worked as a medical editor, and our transcriber could NEVER get it right. I used to do a Find for every "effect" and then analyze the sentence to see if it was the right one each and every time. It got old real fast.

DH had a professor (in podiatry school, no less) whose pet peeve was people who mix up "affect" and "effect." It's funny now, but he spent the better half of a lecture ranting on and on about it, which was probably a waste of student loan money. The upshot is that DH always gets it right now, which is a very good thing for our marriage!

Hey I don't remember working for you. I am a medical transcriber and I ALWAYS mix up these two words. I am also from Alabama, decatur/huntsville area. LOL

 

[bear74]

Okay has anyone on here ever bought tickets from ticketmania using the mousesavers discount.
Am trying to decide if I should but tickets thru disney or ticketmania.