Wow! I see Monymony is back with us, nice to see you, Monica.
Hmmm, after two months the miners are finally rescued.
The same time she has been missing.
And the day after they are freed, she posts here again.
I'm not sayin', i'm just sayin....
Yes, it was Diane's birthday yesterday and about two weeks ago I asked her what she wanted.
"Oh, nothing really, just get me a car."
"Ok, great!" and I pulled out the auto section of the newspaper.
"Steve, I didn't say car, I said "card."
"Card?"
"You sure you wouldn't rather have a car instead?"
You see the card bit is always a traumatic experience for me.
She is one of those people that actually READS all the lines in those Hallmark cards, and you are then graded on the prose of the card you bought, so it had better be good.
And that's not all. Even if the card is 6 pages long, both sides, she still expects me to write something of my own in there too, which, of course, has to be yet even better then the poem or story that is the heart of the card itself.
Oh the pressure, the pressure.
I used to be able to get away with something lighthearted, a little humor perhaps:
Happy Birthday to a cute fox
from your existence
my life rocks
Yes, for this Dobby
you gave me socks
And yes I will clean the litter
box
But those days are gone it seems. Now it has to be something fulfilling and meaningful.
I guess I did ok since she's still speaking to me.
Really, it was just the card and a bottle of Musk Oil for her, she knows we shouldn't be taking this upcoming trip.
I think she got the message when she saw me heating the house with static electricity by rubbing the cats together.
By the way, that's just great about those miners, isn't it?
You have to wonder how it would have gone if they would have been buried in a mine in this country.
I still do think the number is rather ironic, though.
33 men were buried in the earth there.
That's the same exact number that they found buried under John Wayne Gacy's house.
But I really am happy for them, what an ordeal!
I have to believe though that the stench had to be incredible, after all those days stuck in a cave they had to be more than just a bit "gamey."
And did they wear the same underwear all that time?
PHEW!
I can just imagine a message being sent down to them:
"Men, great news. We now have a change of underwear for all of you!"
(Yay, men erupting in cheers)
"Yes,
Juan, you change with Pedro"
"Pedro, you change with Carlos"
"Carlos......."
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On our last day at Beach Cluh Villas, we are done with Epcot for now, when the last 3 things I did are The Sum of all Fears, Journey into LackofImagination and Captain Cheezo, I didn't think I could take any more joy for a while so we went back to the room.
We changed, and went down to the villa pool to avoid hassles and the long walk.
There were still some workers around, painting, washing and peeking into balcony windows but we didn't mind them today.
It was just a relaxing time, nothing less, nothing more.
Well, ok, at one time it was almost less, or more, depending on how you look at things.
You see, we were both in the pool, I was just lying on a noodle with my head cradled in my arms on the inside ledge just above the water, and I lay like that for quite some time, almost dozing.
After a while it was time to get out, I swam over by where our loungers are, and there is Smidgy lying face down, head facing away from the pool.
And I have a noodle.
I didn't even give the good and bad nebos a chance to organize, I just filled that noodle up and climbed out.
This time, I'm going to get her, no being coy, no being clever, I'm just going to dump the noodle on her hot, sweaty back and let the chips fall where they may.
I walked up behind her holding both ends of the noodle up in the air, I stopped right at the foot of her lounger, careful not to drip on her,,,
as I stood there, I wondered for a few seconds how long she'll be mad at me, and in that moment of hesitation, a woman walked past.
She took in the situation right away, and just said,
"I wouldn't."
Smidgy made me jump when she said, "Oh, he would, but he won't".
It was like she was Lolac, from the planet Twilo, only her second set of eyes aren't on the back of her head but on the bottoms of her feet.
She was omnicsien,,, omniscan,,, she was all knowing!
I dumped the noodle back in the pool, and without a word went and laid down next to her.
Twice now, boy, I owe her so much and I only have a few days left!
If only I knew then that an opportunity was going to present itself in two days, I could have enjoyed my once again defeat, knowing that justice WILL be served, eventually.
"I'll get you my pretty, ....."
Sometime after six, we were walking back into Epcot again, and again armed with fuzzy cup drinks.
No, I am NOT downing this drink like the last time, I'm still
suffering from the trauma of finding Celine Dion looking good to me in Canada.
Can't go through that again!
We were able to drink most of the cups sitting in England listening to THe Brittish Invasion, which was nice,,, except,,, once again a favorite smoking area is now history over in the back courtyard.
Leaving England, through Canada, then on our way to Soarin' to use our fastpasses.
We compromised on row two this time, she prefers the lowest row, me the highest, row one.
And I still couldn't see the hiddne Mickey on the golf ball.
An aside here:
Do you know what happened on May 5th, 2005?
That was the official opening date of Soarin'.
The reason this sticks in my mind is because on May 5th, 1980 I started a new, and my last, real job.
Soarin' opened on my 25th work anniversary, and we just happened to be there for it that day.
But I remember reading the reviews during the soft opening leading up to it that said they are already working on a new movie to fly with, with all new locations, possibly the east coast.
The review also said that it would be no big deal to change the ride to a different backdrop, just some reprogramming and since the footage is shot from a helicopter it is no big deal to get more footage.
So there will probably be a new film about every year or two, keeping it from getting redundant.
Uh huh, right.
It's been five and a half years now and I'm still ducking the damn golf ball.
By the way, in the preshow, Patrick shows a young boy how to put the seat belt on, at the end the kid holds up his thumb in the "ok" sign.
For a little kid, his thumb is HUGE! I finally got Smidgy to watch for it this time and she agreed with me, it just seems unnatural.
From Soarin we walked past the fountain back to Mission: Spray, no, not to ride, but to maybe play the Space Race game again.
Unfortunately, this was the first time the team we were on lost.
Some of the blame has to fall on me.
I used to get 19 or 20 puzzles solved during a game,
but this time I only got 15, I just can't focus that quickly anymore.
On to Test Track again, used the last fastpasses and once again said, "Sure am" at the proper moment.
Then on the way out in the showroom I tried to buy a Corvette, but the employee told me they don't take Mickey Dollars.
Gee, I thought GM was ready to accept Monopoly money to sell cars.
From there we walked back into the Nations, made it as far as Germany, just killing time waiting for the fireworks to start again.
In Germany, I like to watch the miniature trains, when I was little I had a permanent HO set up on a ping pong table, towns, street lights, switches, tunnels, all wired into a panel by the controls. Unfortunately, I outgrew it when I got older, and sticking little green army men on the tracks to get run over wasn't as much fun as it used to be.
What I like about the setup here in Germany though is that it's outside, and if your lucky maybe a couple of the lizards that used to be everywhere in Disney will invade the display.
It was so cool one time when a huge lizard was just walking down a street past a house, it looked just like an old Japanese Godzilla movie.
Eventually, we made it back around to the Showcase Plaza, going back the way we came and no we didn't stop and ride Maelstrom on the way. Just once it would be nice if one of the boats actually DID go over the waterfall backwards, yes, I know people would be hurt but it would be a small price to pay for our enjoyment.
Illuminations spots went very quickly tonight, we ended up pretty much where we were two nights ago, but at least this time those around us were reasonbly quiet watching the show.
While we were waiting, I started thinking about Epcot.
This for years has always been my favorite park, now I don't think I can say that.
For us, not that much we want to do there anymore;
The Ellen adventure takes so long we only do it every couple years or so.
I don't like the pop-up intrusion computer screen on the way down from Spaceship Earth and I miss both Walter and Jeremy as the narrators.
You know what I feel about Mission;Spray.
The Nemo ride, while cute, is very short.
How many times can you take a boat ride to look at tomato trees?
With Captain EO back, the entire Imagination Pavilliion should be jettisoned into space.
And Innoventions reminds me of being in a museum.
That leaves Soarin and Test Track, and Soarin is starting to wear thin, not to mention how hard it is to get to.
I guess this is where I would need to be more into shopping, all the shops and stuff in World Showcase probably attracts a lot of those people, but it's not me.
But Illuminations is still the Greatest Show on Earth!
The Showcase Plaza is still the best viewing area, cuz then you are facing all the "Nations", cool to see when they all light up and the crescendo of the music when The American Adventure lights up. You can't see all that if you are watching from that side of the lagoon and the contries are behind you. Well, all but Morocco light up, Morocco doesn't play.
When the show was over, we went and had an illegal smoke in the corner by the fountain again, and to be honest, neither one of us can remember what we did the rest of the EMH time. I'm pretty sure we just walked slowly back towards Canada and then the International Gateway and went back to the room to pack.
The next morning, Friday, I checked the doorhandle and yep, the eviction notice was hanging there for not paying the rent for more days ahead of time, we are definately leaving.
So, this trip we have had ten days in a studio and what did we gain from that over a regular room?
The big plus was the microwave.
We made cans of beef stew, chicken a la King, hot dogs one night, Beefaroni, and we nuked up our leftovers from France. That's all I can think of. Oh wait, the toaster came in handy a couple times, for the a la King and tuna sammiches with mayo.
When we were ready, she called for bell services, they told her ten minutes so I brought a few things down to the car to move it a little closer and meet them down there.
Let me tell you, it was with more than a little trepidation when I stuck the key in the ignition to start it up, it hasn't been started since the day we pulled in, when DIANE mercilessly and ruthlessly sucked all the life out of a fine, old battery and brought it to it's knees! A battery that has never let us down, always been there for us, had only asked for just a little bit of love in return for it's unwavering loyalty,,,,,,,,
(I'm overdoing it again, aren't I?)
I turned the key and it started immediately and I rubbed it behind it's mirrors as a reward.
We have 3 nights left on this trip over at Music, and I will tell you all right now, that the end of this Friday was one to the worst, scariest nights of my life, and believe me, it wasn't the blood that did it.
Won't you join us? You're always welcome! goodnight.