And for the record it is now 185 hours without a smoke.




... I think that says it all.
For some reason, I expected to feel better than I do.
But stick with it! We're all here for ya!
Saturday at Pop was turning out to be a great day!
I wasn't cold, I wasn't hungry.
I wasn't tired and I wasn't in pain.
Then I had to go and ruin it all by getting out of bed.
Well that'll learn ya. And obviously on the wrong side too.
64 degrees can actually be good lying by the pool time, provided:
you're in direct sunlight,'
there's no wind at all,
and your chair is on fire.
I used to tell my DW that MIL would bundle up our kids so much that they'd be sweating and the only time she wouldn't would be if they were actually on fire. What is it with old people and dressing up kids like Randy from A Christmas Story anyway?

... whoops! off topic... but true, no?
Sometime during the day I must have gotten industrious because we are going to jump 12 months into the future according to the camera and we do this without a working flex capacitor.
But isn't it nice to know that in 12 months you'll be in disney again? Oh, wait, you said a high of 64... never mind.
After awhile I stepped outside for a smoke and to see if it was warming up yet.
Hey! You're already getting better. No, "Smoke, lovely smoke" comment.
It was then that I saw the strangest thing.
One Harley Boy is power washing the deck, as usual, but the other one is just slowly walking along, looking around and mumbling to himself.
Strange because one was mumbling or because only one was power washing?
The smoke can wait a few more minutes, I ambled over to see what was up.
Good plan.
Oh, he's counting to himself. Counting the CHAIRS to himself. Well, not entirely to himself, his lips are moving and I could hear faint sounds... Now, you do realize that there is no way, no how on this man's planet that I am going to be able to allow him to complete this chore without at least one "do over."
"104, 105,,,,,,,"
"Excuse me, did the Magic win last night?" "Last I saw they were winning 109 to 105 with only 95 seconds left and Howard already had 31 points but 4 fouls so did you happen to catch the final score?"

Evil! Remind me not to get on your bad side... oh crap! Too late.
I noticed that he wouldn't let go of the last chair as I was talking to him, as if to "save his place" with his finger in the page of the book so all I can hope for now is that the numbers alone do the job.
Okay... gotta admit that at this point I would've stuck my hand out for a shake just to seal the deal... but that's just me.
"Then how come you're so interested in the Magic game last night?"
"I'm not", I was honest with him, "I just wanted to see the look on you're face when you realized you forgot where you left off in your count."
Ah, honesty. There's hope for you yet...
or not.
He looked at his hand on the chair and it seemed he was about to do the "nope, got it right here" victory dance, then the blank look came across his face and knew that it was all gone.
"I think it was 79," I told him.
That was very kind of you.
Wouldn't you just know it, behind the counter under a lamp sits 2 of the very breakfast platters the we so desire, all pre made for us. Sure enough, he grabbed them both and put them on the top.
Smidgy asked him if he wouldn't mind making us up fresh plates, but he took it like she had just told him that his mother works for Universal.
He got all offended and hurt and promised us he had just made them up two minutes ago and there's nothing wrong with them so we ended up taking them anyway.
Umm... so, I've got this bridge I'd like to sell you?
Very reasonably priced, too.
The two pieces of French toast are now more like French Toast Sticks that you get in the frozen food section, and no matter what the "chef" had told us, both plates were barely luke warm. Smidgy went to one microwave, I to another.
That turned the scrambled eggs into nerf balls, and no I don't have any nutritional information concerning nerfs.
NERF is made from a solid, spongy cellular material produced by the reaction of polyester (formed by the reaction of organic acids with two hydrogen ions and a sugar alcohol) with a diisocyanate (Isocyanate is the functional group of atoms N=C=O (1 nitrogen, 1 carbon, 1 oxygen). Any organic compound which contains an isocyanate group may also be referred to in brief as an isocyanate. An isocyanate may have more than one isocyanate group. An isocyanate that has two isocyanate groups is known as a diisocyanate) while carbon dioxide is liberated by the reaction of a carboxyl (Carboxylic acids are Brønsted-Lowry acids, they are proton donors. They are the most common type of organic acid.) with the isocyanate. Polyester resin reacts with a compound while CO2 is simultaneously released by another reaction. It is this gas that creates open pockets within the polyurethane that, in turn, makes the material soft and light.
There ya go. You're welcome. Please note that one of the ingredients is alcohol. This is why everybody likes nerf balls. So I'm guessing that nuking the eggs made them better?
When we were finished we rinsed out the mugs and filled them with Sprite, I had also gotten a bottle of Sprite with my meal to bring back with us. That's the hard part when you fly down, keeping mixers and pop in your room when you don't have a cooler.
Oh you poor, poor man. I'm lucky to get down to Disney once every 5 - 10
years but that pales in comparison to the lack of a cooler in your room...
Whoops! Forgot to take my anti-Snarky pills this morning.
Walking back, the sun now felt good so we decided to give it a shot and changed into suits and went out by the pool. This time we weren't going to play the ShadowChase game and we just went and settled in on the other side where the sun DOES shine.
Maybe someday (in 5 - 10 years

) I'll see you and Smidgy even where the sun doesn't shine!
Uhh...
Forget I said that...
And yes, I had to wonder what number chair I was now sitting in.
79
But the top could still keep moving a little bit and when it did, it threw me off balance and I had to catch myself or stumble over the whole thing.
And that was all she wrote for my back.
I got that little zap in my lower back that I know so well, I muttered "uh oh" to myself, then I eased myself back down into the thing.
Oh man how I know that feeling. I'll never forget the first time.
DD: "Daddy lift me up on your shoulders!" (never mind that she's now about 75lbs)
Me: "Okay!" (did I mention she's about 75 lbs?)
DD: "Daddy why'd you stop?" (I'll give you 75 reasons... did I mention that?)
Me: "Go get your mother." (And a wheelchair, better yet, a stretcher)
And once you've done it... you're done.
I know it sounds like not much has happened, but I know better, this is the equivalent of the end of the world happening for me.
That "zap" means many things.
It means that this is going to take weeks to heal,
it also means that in about two hours I am going to be totally locked up, in unbelievable amounts of pain and the days of tying my own shoes are going to be just a memory again.
What it mean is that I have just thrown my back out.
Did it once just before taking the kids to WaterPark of America in Minneapolis (think that's what it's called). "Daddy can you swim with me?" "Daddy can you go down the slide with me?" "Daddy can you go in the wave pool with me?" Nope, nope and nope.
I thought one thing that might have contributed to this happening is how much my body has been tensed up the last 3 days from the cold, and in a little while it's going to start locking up but good, and there will be no stopping it.
The more it hurts, the more it's going to tense up and then the more it's going to hurt,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Yup. :nod:
Hurrying down to the ice maching room, I found that the out of order sign is still stuck on the machine, it's been there since we checked in.
Great, I'm not running up the stairs.
I took the elevator up a floor, this machine was empty, I guess because the one downstairs isn't working and everybody is using this one.
Found a working maching on the 3rd floor, filled the bucket and went back to the room and made the drinks.
If you hadn't
really needed them, the first machine would've been working
and full. It's a rule.
A half hour later and the pills didn't do crap, it was like handing King Kong a bandaid after the whole Empire State Building incident.
A doctor told me that valium does nothing for muscle pain, probably the same for vikes... just guessing 'tho.
But tonight I'm getting a Fillet, and I'm going to savor every ounce of it.
Even if it kills me.
Atta boy! Never let pain stand in the way of a good steak, I always say. Well, I'm saying it now. Thanks for another fun update Nebo!
