Cherry Limeade
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I think this is the first TR that has made me laugh out loud. Repeatedly! Thanks Nebo - I am really enjoying your stories! 

You see the problem with that though? Those programs all require 12 steps, anything more than 8 and I'm asking for it! Now, if they had a 12 stumble program......
Ya tease...
No, I am not older than you thought... I may actually be younger than you thought... but either way-- I've seen the commercials before, and yes, they were for a toy-- I think made by playskool called Weebles... and that was indeed the song. However, I thought that line was funny. Seeing as how this is only the 2nd TR of yours I've read, it's possible you've made the same funny and I missed it. Either way... no, don't ask.. I'm not telling you how old I am.. it's inpolite to ask a lady such things!
We're staying at Pop for the first time soon and I am so looking forward to it. We needed 2 rooms, and being retired with limited funds, that put us in a value resort. I've stayed at All Stars Music and Sports. I was at Sports during the Pop Warner games last year and made it through that one just fine so I'm sure Pop will work fine as well.
Terri
Of course we all read the call out's, we hang on your every word!![]()
I'm all caught up on your TR RigLee's and Tiggerbell's How did that happen ???
I don't think it can happen, Lynn
When I was a castmember the only thing I hated about working at WDW was July and August ! Back in our day and I'm sure it still holds true, they were required to listen to a lecture of some kind on our culture and what bahaviour was acceptable. It went in one ear and out the other. I always said the only things they needed to be taught was "wait your turn" and when we say "excuse me" It means "Get out of my way"
I am older now and more tolerant of other cultures and realize that to them it's just normal and not rude, except the blocking the sidewalk thing. I am however not tolerant enough to go to WDW in July or August. Sorry you guys didn't have that little piece of information.
at the mental picture of your tray of food debris flying all over the place. Yeah I'm laughing at your expense I know you'd return the favor.
Lynn
I think this is the first TR that has made me laugh out loud. Repeatedly! Thanks Nebo - I am really enjoying your stories!![]()
If we start the program, we can make it any steps we want...or maybe no steps at all. Some kind of support group for people who trip over air...![]()
Hi Neebs! Sorry you fell and hurt yourself but what a sight you must have been! The retelling is so funny.
The next value I want to try is Pop. So many people rave about it I have to see what all the fuss is about. Plus I really need to try the tye-dye cheesecake. I'll have to wear a shirt to match.
Hi, welcome, and thank you. ANd what a cool screen name. Ok, now what does a lot of "angst" make you do? Maybe we can get you to yell and swear out loud in the next couple chapters, cuz there sure wan't a whole lot of funny coming up.
Allright. We will be back with the next chapter, 11, tomorrow night before it gets too late.
I can only say that everything you are reading pretty much happened the way I'm describing it. If you think that "Oh come on, he's just making this stuff up trying to be funny", well, notice that most anything funny i say happens either in a conversation with Smidgy, or in my thoughts.
What I'm trying to say is don't be mislead about the soccer groups and the tour groups, (yes, I classify them separately), what happened with them is the truth, only the names have been changed so I don't get kicked off the Dis for swearing.
Wish it wasn't so late now, now I"m ready to get going!
Of course we all read the call out's, we hang on your every word!![]()
Allright. We will be back with the next chapter, 11, tomorrow night before it gets too late.
In case anybody is wondering, no, you haven't missed any pictures of Sports. Because there were none to post.
I had zero intention of doing another trip report, so we hardly took any pictures at all this trip. How many pictures can you have a Cinderella's Castle? Or of resorts you have stayed at many times before? Vero Beach was different because we've never stayed there before, the same for Beach Club Villas. But even these pictures were limited, our own family now makes the cross sign every time we get together after we just come back from Disney; they really don't want to hear about it, much less look at pictures.
It wasn't until we started telling other people what all happened this trip that Diane thought a new trip report was in order. So betweeen her and Mony Mony, (monica), they talked me into it.
I can only say that everything you are reading pretty much happened the way I'm describing it. If you think that "Oh come on, he's just making this stuff up trying to be funny", well, notice that most anything funny i say happens either in a conversation with Smidgy, or in my thoughts.
What I'm trying to say is don't be mislead about the soccer groups and the tour groups, (yes, I classify them separately), what happened with them is the truth, only the names have been changed so I don't get kicked off the Dis for swearing.
Wish it wasn't so late now, now I"m ready to get going!
Hi Haley!
"Aaaaaaaaaaaand, We're Off!!!"
I looked at my watch, 3:34, not bad, only running a couple minutes behind.
As I pulled out of the driveway, I started firing questions at her.
"Didja bring the lunchmeat? Didja bring the extra bag of ice? There were a lot of widja didjas in the next two blocks, then it was her turn.
"Didja bring a jacket and a hat?"
"Crap!"
And just like that, two blocks down the road I'm tuning around.
Unfortunately, her hitting on something I didn't bring right away was the worst thing that could have happened. Why?
Because then she stopped asking me anything else!
Hi, my name is Nebo, aka Steve, sometimes, my partner is Smidgy, also known as Diane.
This is our 17th trip to Disney, we are empty nesters, (at least for now) and this is our 15th trip since we have gotten back together.
Yes, you read that right. We were divorced in '99, got back together in '02 and remarried in '03. The downside is neither of us can figure out now how many years we've actually been married, I think it's around 28.
And no, we don't celebrate two anniversaries now! Stop it.
But Disney had a lot to do with us getting back together, and we never lost sight of that.
She likes to say that the divorce just didn't work out.
I prefer to say that we were closed for refurbishment.
It's still basically the same marriage, only with new special effects added, like understanding and compassion.
Now I have to mention a few things about myself. For those that know me, sorry to have to put you through this again, but you know it's necessary.
I can't see, I can't hear, and I brake easily.
All true. Many eye problems resulting in being blind in the dark or night. I did finally get hearing aids this year, much to Diane's delight. And along with a bad back I've also had 5 surgeries on my foot resulting from crushing it in a work accident. Part of my hip is even in my foot now to rebuild it.
Did I mention that I walk funny?
I'm like the six million dollar man after budget cuts.
One other thing, I'm also accident prone, especially at Disney.
Perhaps you've seen me on tv doing Vicodin commercials?
"Don't leave home without them"
And I DON"T!
But vikes aren't my addiction, Disneyworld is. Every time I try to take steps to rid myself of them, I trip. So, here it is, 3:40 in the morning on Friday, July 9, and we are headin south again, baby!
About this trip:
We have always said we would never go in July. Too hot, too crowed, too many thunderstorms. July, March, and November are the only months we have never been there in.
Then she found out that the restaurant where she works was going to close for the entire month. Sooooooo, maybe we should go someplace?
You see, we have a problem.
No, not you dear reader, I mean we, us, Smidgy and me.
Ok, ok, I'm the one that has a problem!
I can't leave something alone, I have to change it, alter it, fiddle with it, embellish it and just plain mess with it until what is left has very little resemblance to what I started out with.
Once, in a past life Sophocles once asked me to put some rocks around the campfire to contain it when we're roasting marshmallowsw.
Today they still call it Stonehenge. Perhaps you've seen it?
But worse than that, I can take a "three day weekend whirlwind trip" and turn it into a two week, four resort getaway with a stop in Sheboygan.
Which is exactly what ended up happening.
Except for Sheboygan.
Hey, something had to go.
Oh, our reasoning made perfect sense.
"You know, being the Dis veterans that we are, we don't need to do that much in the parks, we can just spend our time relaxing at the resorts."
Yep, sounds good on paper, but the resorts cost a fortune in July.
THis is where our friends came in. We know DVC owners who seem to have an insane amount of points, and we are just pleased as punch to help them out!
Then, the not -so- secret anymore codes were extended into July.
By the way, even though I used a phone book when I was looking for a lawyer back when we got divorced, the lawyer and his wife run into us a lot at Diane's restaurant.
Care to guess who's giving us the great rate with the DVC points?
Life can be very strange.
So here is how the trip stands in it's final incarnation, after much wringing of hands and gnashing of teeth. ( mostly her from every time I proposed a new change)
Drive as far as we can Friday, stop along the road somewhere
Stay in Kissimmee, or Ocala Saturday, leave early in the morning.
Drive to Vero Beach, a DVC we have never been to, stay for 5 nights
Drive to All Star Sports for fri and sat, check out sun.
Drive to Beach Club Villas for 5 nighs, back on the points,
Finish the trip with 3 nights at Music, using 25% off code, same code for Sports.
There you have it, that's why I'm doing this in 3-D
Dumb, Deranged and Delusional.
Before we return to them still sitting in the driveway,,,,(hmm, I think I just referred to myself in the 4th person, is that possible?) I'd like to mention that I do plan on trying to shorten this report up a bit from past reports, you can only do a blow by blow or ride by ride report from the parks so many times. Honestly, I wasn't planning on doing a report, but enough weird things happened that I just couldn't go quietly into that good night.
Besides, people seem to enjoy it when I'm in pain. Well, every person needs a mission in life.
But the most important thing we are going to do here is have fun. I enjoy sharing our adventures, and I hope you will enjoy reading them too.
Oh, the title you ask? It's simple, when we made the original rezzies, no one knew BP was in the gulf even drilling, much less screwing things up. Even the cast members at Vero Beach were concerned that the oil would hit the gulfstream, be carried right around the tip of Florida and just south of Vero Beach is where the GS swings back to the mainland. If that happened, it could easily be there by mid July!
When I first thought about doing the report, due to how the trip went, "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" was also a title thought.
Or the hyena's version, "The Good, the Bad, and the UUUUGGH-LYYYY! but it is what it is.
One last thing and I think we're all caught up.
I didn't wait to hurt myself at Disney this trip, I beat the Christmas rush.
Happened about two weeks ago, wasn't even sure if we'd keep the trip.
Everything was going fine, the guy in front of me jumped, his chute opened, then it was my turn.
I jumped, the chute opened, everything fine, but about 30 feet from the ground, a gust of wind caught me and blew me into a chain link fence, tore some cartilage in my right knee.
or
Would you believe;
I was crouching, going around the car and checking the air in the tires?
Well, yeah, that's how it happened but the first way is more fun to tell. But somedays my knee is just gigantic, and really hot to the touch. And every time I move it sounds like somebody stepping on fortune cookies.
And of course it's the same knee I blew out almost 20 years ago trying to win a bottle of Cold Duck in a Limbo contest. Hey, it was down to just one other guy and me!
So now we're back in the driveway, I have my jacket and hat and we're almost ready,,,,,, again. Even though I'm scared to death to drive at night, I'm not worried this morning cuz the first 45 minutes are the same exact route I took to work for 25 years, and the rest is well lighted until we get to route 57. By then it will be dawn. BTW, Smidgy doesn't drive on highways, that's just a fact of life.
This time before we left, we held hands and Diane led us in the prayer we had forgotten to do the first time. She's better then I am in praying out loud. At 3:30 in the morning I think the best I could have come up with is "Dear lord, please don't let us crash!"
Now, once more with feeling!
"Aaaaaaand, we're off!!!"
Sorry, it's a ritual, been saying this before every trip now for years. This is the 17th trip, 14th time driving down and the 11th time in our good old trusty
'03 Santa Fe
Boy, if only I knew then what I know now,,,,,,,,,,,,,g'night
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We are on the way again, and that had better be the last time I give the opening charge.
Like I said, even though it's still pitch black, I know this part of the trip like the back of my knee.
90 to 294, 294 all the way to the end of the tollway to rt. 80, couple miles west on 80 to rt. 57.
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.
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NOW, I'm gonna make some time!
The sun is just coming up, I love sunrises, especially when the pertain to vacations.
I bump the cruise control up to 72, it's only 65 in Illinois and that's the highest I'll set it and not woryy about cops.
I check the gages one more time:
fuel; about 3/4
temp; right where it should be, 140
speed; 72
wind; ssw
dow; up 20 points
BP 140 over 90
score White Sox 5, Cubs 2
Yep, everything is in order, and I started wondering to myself; how far do I think I can make it before the back starts really bothering me along with the tailbone before I have to hit the painkillers? Probably Nashville but I'd really like to save them till we almost check in tonight, maybe I can get by on the Ibuprofen if my stomach can take it.
(yeah, the pills are right behind me in my bathroom bag, right behind the seat where I always put the bag, right behindtheseat whereIalwaysputtheba........)
It was like somebody just slugged me in the stomach!
I remember putting my blood pressure medicine in the bag, then putting the bag on the short half wall in the foyer,,,,,, and that's it!
"Diane, did you bring my bathroom bag?"
"Of course not, you always told me that you will take care of that."
Withing seconds she is crawling around behind the seats looking for it, and coming up empty.
nebo said:Now the discussion starts, what can I do without? What was all in there?
"Ok, my blood pressure pills, the vikes, the usual bathroom stuff, sunglasses, the digital camera, oh, and my hearing aids!"
We quickly talked about maybe getting someone to ship the bag to us, but it's friday morning and we don't check into a place we know we are going until Sunday, without the bp meds I may explode by then!
No, I'm not always a fun date.
Any Walgreens will replace the bp meds, but the vikes? Hardly. Maybe just a few and that will pop up red flags all over the place.
As far as shipping the bag goes, again, we have a controlled substance in the bag, plus, I don't really want to ship my new hearing aids that cost a couple grand.
But the idea of just turning around now was just sick.
I honestly did not know what was the right thing to do.
I DID have one idea that appealed to me.
I'll just pull over on the side, get out and stand in front of the next 18 wheeler that came along, yep, that'l work.
Still heading south I wasn't going to let one more exit go past and I made my decision, I got off, crossed over the bridge and got back on going the other way.
My brain could not accept that I was doing this.
I"m going the wrong way!
My body was vibrating, my stomach hurt and I'm sure there was a little spittle forming between my lips.
But on I drove.
You have no idea how hard it was not to go 90 mph.
And now we get to head back into Chicago during rush hour.
Oh joy.
But probably the worst thing I had gnawing at me was this;
What if I DID grab the bag, and placed it on the roof before I got in the car?
With the luggage racks on top, it might now have fallen off right away,,,,,,,,it could be anywhere!
And I won't know till we get home.
Six hours later from when we first left we pulled back into the driveway, carefully opened the door so the cats didn't get out and I was afraid to look. Didn't matter, Diane yelled out "Yeah, there it is, still sitting there."
I sat down and lit a cigarette, had to decide.
Two minutes later, I said, "Well, you ready?"
I was seriously considering waiting until the morning before we left again, heck, that was when we were originally going to leave anyway, and part of me was remembering the old saying; "Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today", which I have often countered with; "Put it off till tomorrow, you've done enough damage for one day."
But I thought that the best way to beat this was to get started right away again.
Right after I fill the tank up once again across the street.
Turned out to be a 42 dollar screw up, with the gas.
And total miles driven just to end up right back where we started from:
331 !
Yep, that was a character builder alright.
I DON'T NEED A BUILT UP CHARACTER!
The way my stomach felt the whole time, it should have worked on my abs.
those can stand some building.
At 20 to 10 that morning as we are buckling up our seat belts sitting at the Citgo she said, "You sure?"
"I'm sure."
As I pulled out onto the street for the 3rd time this morning, I heard in a faint voice next to me,,,,
"Aaaaaaand, we're off."
"Shut the ......... up!"
I drove with that bag between my legs for the first hundred miles. She started calling me "Linus".
I have to admit, as hard as this was to do, at least I'm heading back in the right direction now. Plus I didn't feel really good until we passed the point of the return, which was a little north of Champagne.
She hates driving.
She hates driving fast.
She hates driving fast across the mountains.
She hates driving fast across the mountains, blinded by the sun.
She hates driving fast across the mountains, blinded by the sun through the fog.
and......
She hates driving fast across the mountains,blinded by the sun through the fog in a rain shower.
whew