Happyhaunt Halloweenie ~ Unplanned, Unfinished and Unrepentant (new pg# 14, Nov. 19)

[daly7o9]

Are you Borg? 7o9?

Yup. That's why I'm a person of few words. Mostly lurk. Pop in every once in a while.

 

[LaLa]

Last edited by bdg100 : Today at 06:17 PM. Reason: Did your employer EVER get THAT lock fixed?

Funny you ask. I ALSO happen to be in a different "line of practice" since we last talked. But the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Unfortunately.

 

[nicolemarie]

Put him in some nice comfortable Crocs. Take a few pictures for your friends.

DED!!!!!

And he's fine. A pulled muscle - as I knew it would be. What's so pansy-ish about stretching before a basketball game at 6 AM? Isn't that an invitation for an almost 40 year old man to pull something?

You know I love you, too, Melly.

You can still bring the funny, girlfriend...

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Good morning Disdwellers!!!!!

It's a lovely day in my neck of the woods and I hope y'all are having a lovely one too.

I'm happy because I finally figured out the issues I was having with posting pictures.

And I am no longer frustrated.

On the other hand I am frustrated.

Because I have to go back and add them to the posts for Chapter Two Subsections A to F. ? I think. Maybe only E.

And I'm too lazy to actually put them in the old posts in the correct order.

So I'm gonna do it here and it will be a new additional subsection for Chapter Two which comes after the first post for Chapter Three.

Capish?

A little confuzzelling but this is how it's gonna be.

And then I will note in the title that I have a new post up. For NM.

But I will screw with the date.

Also for NM.


Ok.

Here are the pictures I meant to add to the previous Chapter Two. In various subsections:


The first is our handy dandy car topper. We have two of them. One is a Mickey ear's Canadian flag topper. That one goes on our dashboard.

And it also matched our car nicely.

The second is the official Happyhaunt topper.

That one goes up loud and proud. On the antenna.

I also prefer that one outside the car because it is a freaky purple freaky spider.

It helps us find our car. Easier.

Especially on the May, June/July or December trips. Actually... I don't know what I'm talking about here. Because even tho it was Hallowe'en, we didn't see any other freaky purple freaky spider Mickey ear toppers anywhere.

Ok.

The next photo is of our late Mara dinner.

The last photo is of our extra pickles.

We went back and refilled the little pickle pots a bunch more times.

Calvin and I are crazy nuts for pickles. And I love how you can get them at all the condiment bars at all the parks and resorts. At least... all the ones we've been to.

Plus... they're really good tasting pickles and I like how they're not too thick. And also they're cut all fancy and ridgey-like.

I also don't think pickles have any calories.

Seriously.

I hope not anyhow 'cause I must eat ,at least, a jar of pickles a week. I just alternate between pickle styles and brands so I don't get bored.

Sometimes it grosses out some other members of the Happyhaunt household when they see Calvin and I sitting down in front of the T.V. with big bowls of pickles in our laps.

To each his own. I say.

I personally think the big bowl of chips looks downright unholy.

Unless they're dill pickle flavour.

Ok.

Those were the pictures I meant to add before.

And now I have to blast but I'll try to come back later and add another Chapter subsection to Chapter Three, Day Two.

Cheers, Mel Happyhaunt.

 

[Credit Man]

Hey Mel! It's only Nov. 14!!

 

[GreatBiscuit]

I don't know what I'm talking about here.

I'm just waiting to see Zzub's take on this line.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Also we will get ourselves to Typhoon Lagoon and do a bunch of fun waterslides.

Earlier in this trippie I had explained that I didn't make too many ADRs ahead of time. We figured we'd wing the meals we didn't have planned. However I went back and forth, forth and back over whether or not to add the Biergarten (EPCOT) to the list. Usually the Happyhaunts MUST eat at the Biergarten every trip.

Because Mellyman wants to.

And whatever Mellyman wants, Mellyman gets. About 60% of the time.

Beth isn't that fond of the food there but there's enough of a variety of things to make her happyish. Both boys LOVELOVELOVE eating there. But they especially like the Oktoberfest band and the dancing. Also the running, the grabbing, the swinging and the tripping. Mellyman LOVES the food, the beer and going down to the dancefloor to warn the boys that if they don't chill out and behave they will be tied to their chairs. And force-fed pickled beets.

It's a threat which usually needs to be uttered at least twice. At that particular restaurant.

As for Me(l). Well, I surely love the beer. It is available in a size which is equivalent to one litre or two trips to the bathroom within the next hour.

And if it's really hot outside and that beer is really cold it goes down so fast that before you know it you're singing fluently in the Germanic languages, doing the chicken dance with abandon and exchanging email addresses with the other three people at the table.

It's happened nearly every single time to us.

And the food.

Well... simply... I LOVE it.

Love German food.

It's so darn good and that's why I think they don't like to share it with the rest of us.

You can tell this because of the names they give their food. None of it sounds appetizing at all. Actually it often sound real real bad. And, often, the names sound like they include a clear warning to stay away from it.

Just as a few quick examples I'll give you: wurst salad (yeah, right... the WORST salad, my butt!!! It's freakin' hotdogs cut up with onions and vinegar. It's the rockstar of salads. It's mostly meat. And it's heavily processed. Salty. Tasty and it cleanses your palate for the next medley of meat on the menu), bratwurst (the worst brats... NOCalvinandTommy), beerwurst (obviously this is an oxymoron. A real mean one), currywurst, sauerkraut, sauerbraten, dampnudel, stopperle, schwenker (seriously... how do you even order that without bursting into laughter?), schpupfnudeln (I'm very afraid of what THAT'S made of... NOZZUB) and roggenbrot.

But I can tell you that I've had many of the foods on the above list and they are ALL amazingly good. So so amazingly good.

What I think the Germans are actually doing is taking the lipstick OFF a pig. So to speak. It don't sound pretty... or even the least bit good... but it's still a pig. Well, pork. In many many delicious forms.



And to sum this up: we didn't get to the Biergarten this trip. But we tried.

Now then after I picked up my cup 'o crap coffee at the Mara, Calvin and I headed out to the car. And I immediately fixed the clock on the dash to the proper time. It was close to 9:00am if I remember correctly and I figured we'd have plenty of time to head to DTD first and pick up our tickets for MNSSHP which I'd ordered ahead of time and which I had a Will Call number for. I also figured that while we were doing that I'd get a new Disney Dining Experience Card. Which is now to be called "TABLES IN WONDERLAND".

But not by Me(l).

Ever.

It's such a stupid name that I can't bear to utter it. Aloud.

So we headed to DTD and got there pretty quick. We did not get lost and I drove slightly faster than the speed limit.

That's because I was chugging the coffee to wake up and sometimes caffeine hits me like a truck. And everything speeds up at once. Including my brain, my heart rate and my car.

We parked and I clicked the car lock remote button at least thirty times. Which was beepy and fun.

Calvin and I headed directly to Guest Services, the one in the Marketplace, and got in line. DTD was pretty darn quiet at this time of day but there we several people waiting in front of us.

Calvin waited beside me impatiently for about two minutes. If that. And then asked if he could look around outside and he'd come back now and again to see where I was in line.

Okeydokey. I said.

He ran out of there faster than a dog eats breakfast. And I waited my turn. Of course I started talking to the lady in line in front of me. Whether she liked it or not. Luckily she liked it and we chatted about WDW. Several minutes later we were still chatting and her son was looking like he was ready to go. Calvin came back in and told me he was going to the pin store for a bit and that he'd be back later.

Okeydokey. I said.

The lady in front of me asked me if I wasn't worried he'd get lost.

I told her that if he couldn't find his way back here then he needed to be institutionalized.

And I meant it.

Heh heh.

Finally...FINALLY... it was my turn and I picked up our Hallowe'enie party passes along with my new Disney Dining Experience Card.

Calvin came back as I was finishing and told me that he wanted to buy some pins RIGHTNOWRIGHTNOWNOWNOWNOWBUYPINSMOMPINSABUNCHOFPINS!!!!

No.

I told him that we had to get rolling to TL so that we'd get there right when it opened and that he'd have plenty of time to fritter away his souvenier money later on in the day or the trip. I also reminded him that MNSSHP was the perfect opportunity for him to spend it frivolously. Or he could squander some of it at the Typhoon Lagoon shop. And there was always the opportunity to blow it when we returned to our resort after our day at the waterpark.

He felt better and agreed that he'd waste it later on.

We arrived at Typhoon Lagoon and it was already open so we hurried through the turnstiles and headed to the shop to get ourselves a locker for the day.

Here's a very important hint: There is a main till there. And everyone lines up at it. Literally every other person who wants towels or a locker or a mug or whatever. The truth is that there are two other tills inside the shop but they are less obvious. But they don't have much of a line... if they have a line at all...so bypass the line of a thousand people at the front and GO TO THE BACK.

Laughing with glee. The whole way.

Like we do.

We got a locker and put my camera, wallet... yada yada blah into it and took our beach bag to go and find some loungers.

It wasn't that busy yet and there were many chairs and loungers available.

Here are some pictures of our view from later on in the day. When I actually had my camera with me again.

Oh yeah.

And here is a picture of Calvin with his brand new trunks on:

And here is one of me.

In my bathing suit:

Heh heh.

No... that is NOT a picture of Me(l).

But I kinda wish it were.

I was LOVING that lady's umbrella hat with matching bikini.

It totally rocked and I wish I had something similiar.

I think.

Anywho...we found a spot and dropped our bag, sandals, clothes and towels and TOOK OFF!!!!!!

We ran like two idiots who LOVE US some waterslides... straight up to Humunga Cowabunga!!!!! Baybeee!!!!!!


We got to the top and I was slightly winded from the run. But not Calvin. There was basically no wait and we loaded up, grabbed the bar and waited for the GO.

GO BAYBEEEE!!!! DOWNTOWN!!!!


Oh.

Momma.

Five stories in...well... in a really really fast time!!!

It's so much freakin' fun.

On this first ride I went further than Calvin. And when I finally stopped my string bikini bottoms were firmly thonged in my nether regions while my bikini top was shifted slightly sideways. And pretty much wrapped around my head like a bandana.

WHOOOOEEEEEEEE!!!!

I made myself presentable real quick and stood up. Waving to the CM who was staring at me.

Calvin and I did our cool hand slappy thing and we ran back up to do it again.

This time I actually talked another lady into trying it and I promised her she'd LOVE it.

This time Calvin and I were about tied for distance and I got a serious bum wedgie. Also my bikini top was tied around my ponytail like a ribbon. It was wicked FUN!!!!! Tho!!!!!

Waved once again at the CM and we headed BACK UP.

AGAIN we did Humunga Cowabunga. Again I adjusted my top. At the bottom.

This time just a small adjustment was needed because I figured out a way to fold my arms against my chest and also grab my top and hold it in place. All at the same time. I should diagram it because it must be done with the hands in a precise position and you have to do it REAL QUICK. Right when you let go of the bar. Before the terror hits.

This hold will not work on Summit Plummit. It's WAY too high, fast and scary to do anything but just let go and pray. I believe I just about swallowed my face last trip. And when you get to the bottom you don't care what state you're in. You're just happy to have survived.

And then you do it four or five more times until your butt and thighs hurt real real bad from the force of the water when you're coasting to a stop.

Humunga Cowabunga is not quite the same. It's more fun and less terrifying. Summit Plummit is more terrifying and also more more fun.

Anywho...

We did it together just one more time because my legs were starting to feel like jello with all the running up the stairs stuff. And I had had enough gratuitous nudity for this particular morning.



Calvin did it two or three times more because there was still no line and I sat down at the bottom and cheered him on.

And deliberately avoided any eye contact with the CM. Down there.

Heh heh.

Then we hit the Storm Slides, I think they're called, and they are much smaller and slower. But still a bunch of fun and there are three different ones. We did each of them and then we headed to Crush 'n' Gusher.

I LOVE Crush 'n' Gusher.

Even tho you feel like you're gonna lose a serious slice of buttock. When your two or three man raft dips down the steeper inclines.

There are three different slides and they're all named after fruits. Like pineapples and bananas. And something else. There is one which is the best and yet I can't remember which one it is right now.

So that is not at all helpful.

However it's easier to lug your raft up all the stairs if you carry it balanced on your head. Like a giant freaky hat.

So that is sorta helpful.


And now I'm afraid I have to go back to the kids' school and find Tommy's sweatshirt and another jacket which has mysteriously disappeared.

As usual.

Also... I will gather my sweet kidlets and we will start our weekend off with a bang.

But hopefully not in the parking lot.


Have a good one!!!!!


Cheers,

Mel

 

[ZZUB]

We did it together just one more time because my legs were starting to feel like jello with all the running up the stairs stuff. And I had had enough gratuitous nudity for this particular morning.

And a grateful nation breaths a sigh of relief.

I don't understand you. At all.

Why did you schlep all the way to DTD to get your tickets? Couldn't you go to any Guest Services at any park? Like AK, the one right next to your hotel?

before you know it you're singing fluently in the Germanic languages, doing the chicken dance with abandon and exchanging email addresses with the other three people at the table.

This is precisely why we stopped eating at Biergarten. Fear of having to give our email address to a freaky Canadian with a penchant for public nudity. And child abandonment, apparently.

 

[jenjolt]

Extremely fabulous updates!! Glad you had so much fun at TL..and I'm sure the CM had a good day too LOL!

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

And a grateful nation breaths a sigh of relief.

I don't understand you. At all.

Why did you schlep all the way to DTD to get your tickets? Couldn't you go to any Guest Services at any park? Like AK, the one right next to your hotel?

This is precisely why we stopped eating at Biergarten. Fear of having to give our email address to a freaky Canadian with a penchant for public nudity. And child abandonment, apparently.

I'm so glad to see you!!!

I am!

The first thingie made me laugh real hard.

Now... let me explain the 2nd thingie to you:

Typhoon Lagoon is almost RIGHT BESIDE DTD. It's practically across the street. And I figured that it wouldn't be that busy early in the morning. It's more of a place which picks up around noon and gets busier as the day gets later.

The Guest Services at the parks are bound to be busier in the morning than the one at DTD.

Capish?

Now the third thingie: Child abandonment????!!!!

Calvin was a month away from 11 years old. At 11 I think he's old enough to check out a bit of Downtown Disney by himself. In the daytime. When it's not busy. And I'm right close by. He's familiar with the Marketplace and he knew where I was fergoshsake. Plus he kept coming back to check in every now and again. I know your girls are real small and you probably can't conceive of a time when you'll be comfortable letting them out of your sight. At all.

But the time will come. It has too. They have to gain some confidence and independance. And you have to let go little by little.

That all being said... every kid is different. And you have to give different kids different amounts of freedom.

Calvin was all good. Is what I'm sayin'.

On the other hand... I wouldn't dare let La La outta my sight. NOLa.


Cheers, Mel.



P.S. I know you don't need me around, anyhow, ZZUB.

 

[GreatBiscuit]

Two in One? JOY! I went to lunch and picked up an order of pickles in your honor. (Served with a side of cheeseburger.) And then I returned to consume said thing and found another update. That's just nifty. I enjoyed the 2nd posting immensely and burst into a guffaw a time or three. Of course I now have to explain to my boss why there are pickle fragments logded in my keyboard.

 

[PrincessV]

wurst salad (yeah, right... the WORST salad, my butt!!! It's freakin' hotdogs cut up with onions and vinegar. It's the rockstar of salads.

WIENER SALAD!!! I'm not sure if you're aware, but you're to blame for my addiction to Biergarten and the subsequent gathering of 38ish of my closest imaginary Internet friends there last summer. Yep, thanks to your glowing reviews on the Wurst Salad in some other unfinished trippie, I gave it a try... and fell in LOVE. Which somehow led to a whole bunch of DISers descending upon the joint for FockerFest 2008, otherwise known as Wienersaladpaloozathon. Sadly, most of the group vowed never to return to Biergarten. They did not feel the Wurst Salad love.

Know what that means, though? More WIENER SALAD for us!


But I wouldn't mention the DIS to the Biergarten staff. Ever.

new Disney Dining Experience Card. Which is now to be called "TABLES IN WONDERLAND".

But not by Me(l).

Ever.

It's such a stupid name that I can't bear to utter it. Aloud.

Amen to that.

 

[EPRV We love Disney]

On this first ride I went further than Calvin. And when I finally stopped my string bikini bottoms were firmly thonged in my nether regions while my bikini top was shifted slightly sideways. And pretty much wrapped around my head like a bandana.

I got a serious bum wedgie. Also my bikini top was tied around my ponytail like a ribbon. It was wicked FUN!!!!! Tho!!!!!

Again I adjusted my top. At the bottom.

Calvin did it two or three times more because there was still no line and I sat down at the bottom and cheered him on.

And deliberately avoided any eye contact with the CM. Down there.

Oh Mel, this is freaking hysterical.

First off, kudos to you for wearing a string bikini to a waterpark. Way to go girl!

And the bikini top wrapped around the head..... I'm trying not to laugh too loudly and wake my kiddies.... Almost burst something....

And the CM at the bottom.. you just know he was waiting for you to come down again....

need... air....

 

[burly]

Lovely updates.
Wouldn't life be so much easier if EVERONE just wore swim trunks?
he he.
You said weiner.

 

[AshClan]

Oh, Mel, my youngest is SO with you and Calvin on the pickle love! BORG on going through a coupla jars a week. And BK cheeseburgers with "extra pickles" make regular appearances in our house, as well. The help-yourself pickle bar is yet another reason to look forward to our stay at AKL.

I also figured that while we were doing that I'd get a new Disney Dining Experience Card. Which is now to be called "TABLES IN WONDERLAND".

But not by Me(l).

Ever.

It's such a stupid name that I can't bear to utter it. Aloud.

Truer words have never been spoken. Disney Imagineers my asp. I can't believe they couldn't think up anything better than frickin' Tables In Wonderland. Geesh, even Save Bucks on Food would've been preferable, no?

I totally got your DTD strategy, BTW. Makes perfect sense. Don't mind ZZUB. He's just lost in Bamaland or still mourning the demise of his political party or something.

Thanks for the updates, friend. Hope you're having a great weekend!

 

[Muffinygood]

WIENER SALAD!!! I'm not sure if you're aware, but you're to blame for my addiction to Biergarten and the subsequent gathering of 38ish of my closest imaginary Internet friends there last summer. Yep, thanks to your glowing reviews on the Wurst Salad in some other unfinished trippie, I gave it a try... and fell in LOVE. Which somehow led to a whole bunch of DISers descending upon the joint for FockerFest 2008, otherwise known as Wienersaladpaloozathon. Sadly, most of the group vowed never to return to Biergarten. They did not feel the Wurst Salad love.

Know what that means, though? More WIENER SALAD for us!


But I wouldn't mention the DIS to the Biergarten staff. Ever.



Amen to that.

Dude. It's called WURST for a reason.



MEL (the other other mel)

 

[Yzma and Kronk]

Mel!!!

Great two chapters. Very DED, very DED indeed.

Did you get a load of Friday's weather?? Be-U-tee-ful! I had to drive to Buffalo and pickup DH from the airport. I thought of you going through customs, and my DH's voice saying, "just answer the questions, he doesn't need to know your life story" The weather in Buffalo was even better. No clouds, sunny and nice, and bonus DH's flight was 1 1/2 hours late so I took a little detour on Walden Ave!

But today sucked. Did you get that nice layer of snow this morning? And it was back again tonight. Bah!

Anyhoo -

A couple of words: Tim Horton's

Individual packets.

Love the pictures! I discovered the little TL secret last trip. Except - there are alot of "West 49" typish clothing back in that area. Which didn't go un-noticed by my DS. Except at higher than West49 prices - if you can believe that. It might be a good idea that next time send Calvin off to have a look at the lockers. If it's OK with Zzub.

Did the DTD Disney thing last time too. To pick up party tickets. Before.
DTD Guest Services is the new GS's at any Park!

Roll Tide...

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Howdy folks! Hope y'all had a great weekend. With lotsa fun, friends and family.

I also hope y'all are looking forward to all the snow we're gonna get today. Because I sure am. Not.

Ok.

I'm gonna do this chapter and then I'll have to respond to your posts later. Capish?

Calvin and I are smack dab in the middle of Typhoon Lagoon. We've been a couple or three hours into our watersliding adventure and done all the good slides at least twice. And many of them over and over. And over. Again.

We're having a great time 'cause I gotta say that the weather that day was PER-FectO. For the water park. And although it was starting to get busier and busier...it was nowhere as badly crowded as the two days we went last May. Where the wave pool was solidly packed with man, woman and childflesh to the point of striking Mellyman and myself as unhealthy.

Gross.

Foul.

And three other words which mean full 'o crud and bacteria. Also smelly.

We watched the three kids playing in it along with what appeared to be the entire population of Delhi India. And wondered, quite honestly, what depth, in centimetres, the water would be in there once everyone got out. We also wondered how many bandaids, sunglasses, earings, toerings, diapers, hairballs and dentures would get all caught up in the filter by the end of the day.

I suggested that the spelling of Typhoon Lagoon was slightly off and should more accurately be called Typhoid Lagoon.

Then we both gagged. And Mellyman gave an extra dry heave salute. To what will forever be known as Typhoid Lagoon to us Happyhaunts.

Then we called the kids to get out of there and come get some lunch.

No. No need to wash your hands now. We're all doomed.

What I'm telling you here that it was not nearly as busy as that day for Calvin and I... and yet we had followed our regular plan and done the slides first thing. Before the real crowds set in. And TL gets fetid and gross. NOTL.

That is the ticket. Folks. For the waterparks. Get there before the gates open. Go for Extra Morning Hour if you can work it into your schedule. And it's available. To you. Get through the gates and get your locker and towels and chairs ASAP!!!! RUN. RUN TO THE SLIDES!!!!!!

Do not walk safely. BUT RUN.

Safely, tho.

And get all the slides done in the first couple of hours.

That is the way to do the waterparks. IMHO.

The place really picks up around noon and seems to get busier as the day goes on.

Ok.

At this point Calvin and I still planned to spend a good amount of time in the wave pool of humanity. Because it's good fun. Especially when not packed to the gills. And there was the Lazy River along with Shark Reef. To do.

We also realized we were getting some serious munchies. Not crazy hungry, mind you. Not famished/Oprahhungry. But... peckishly carnivourous.

We decided to get some grub.

Calvin and I headed over to our locker and I checked the possibility of getting it unlocked without untying the key from my bikini bottom tie.

It was the top row. And I figured maybe if I stood on my head with one arm...while balancing on Calvin's shoulders... I could just about do it.

Maybe.

Because once I tie that key on to my bathing suit I HATE untying it for anything.

This time, tho, I decided we were not capable of sucessfully performing such a lift and grudgingly untied the key. Got some money and our camera and locked it back up. Then I tied the key back on to my bottoms and rattled the locker door fifteen times to make sure it was, indeed, locked.

Calvin watched me rattle away. With his hands on his hips.

Barry White barked, "HUNGRY!!!!". At Me(l).

Ok.

O.

K.


Coming.


We headed to our chairs and tried to decide what to get for lunch. We usually eat a Typhoid Tilly's. I think. It's called. It's the counter service place over by Shark Reef. It's hard to get a seat there when the park is really busy but the food is pretty good with something for everyone's different cravings. We've had chicken strips, the rib special, caesar salad with chicken, tuna sandwiches and hotdogs there. Before.

All pretty good.

But it was closed today due to a lower expected crowd level. We discussed going to the other counter service across the way called Leaning Palms. But decided to just get something at the little snack hut near where our chairs were.

Calvin said he could go for a HUGE SODA. BIGSODA. Said my friend Barry White. And either a turkey leg or some nachos.

I suggested we take a look and so we went and got in line. The line was pretty long. Because we were right in the main lunchtime rush.

While we stood in line Calvin kept trying to decide between a large smoked turkey leg. Which, in my opinion, tastes like pig. Not bird. Or the nachos which he generally LOVES to get at sporting events. Or the movies.

For Me(l) the decision was easy.

Calvin kept second guessing himself. Because he tends to want everything and yet realizes he can't eat everything. Without throwing up. NOParisHilton.

Carl's Jr. MY BUTT.

Anywho... our waiting-in-line-in-the-sun-with-twenty-other-scantily-clad-Britishfolks-cause-it's-always-British-day-at-the-water-parks...went like this:

Calvin: Mom? If I get a turkey leg, will you try it?

Me(l): No.

Calvin: Mom, you would do ANYTHING for me though, right?

Me(l): Apart from eating that monstrosity and holding your kleenex while you blow... YES. Absolutely.

Calvin: What if I had no arms?

Me(l): Huh?

Calvin: You'd hold my kleenex. Right?

Me(l): Yes of course.

Calvin: You'd probably hold the turkey leg, too. Huh? Mom?

Me(l): Yeah.

Calvin: You'd probably take a bite too. If I asked. 'Cause I'd have no arms and you'd feel sorry for me.

Me(l): What are you getting at?

Calvin: Nothing. Oh. Mom? How big do you think those turkey are?

Me(l): About a Presleyweight.

Calvin: I think they're genetically engineered. And then hooked up to a feeding tube in a labratory which gives them mayonnaise all day.

Me(l): Yeah. You're probably right. Also I'll bet they don't even have beaks or eyes, they're just huge turkey bodies attached to the tube and they never move they just grow bigger and bigger. Plus they have a whole bunch of legs like centipedes on their sides and you can just twist a leg off to cook... and another one will grow back in it's place. Like stone crab claws.

Calvin: I'm getting the nachos.

Me(l): Me too.


It was all good 'cause we like nachos. And we shared a huge Sprite. It was even better because we like to pretend to dip our chips in the other person's cheese pot. Just so the OTHER PERSON can say: HEY!!! DUDE!!! That's NACH-YO CHEESE!!!! NACH- YO CHEESE!!! IT'S MY CHEESE.

Yeah.

This amuses both Calvin and I way too much.

For quite awhile.

This was lunch:

Mine was nearly identical.

After we ate I took some pictures of Calvin playing in the wave pool:

And:

And then I decided to do something which was, perhaps, not the smartest thing I have ever done.

Actually... it was kinda completely stupid.

I decided to take both Calvin and my camera swimming. In the wave pool.

Real deep.

I wanted to get some shots of Calvin jumping the waves and so we headed in.

The pictures in the shallower depths came out pretty good.

Except for this one:

But I got several of him riding the waves. Laughing. Waving. And generally having the BEST TIME!!!!

We started to wander deeper and deeper.

It started to get stupid. With me riding the waves behind him and trying to hold my camera up. And keep it from getting wet.

Clearly THIS man thinks bringing a camera into the water was not my brightest idea ever, either:

Heh heh.

Yeah. Whatever. Dude. Me and my camera are gonna be JUST fine.

Yep. And we were. Just fine. Just fine until I realized I was about neck deep in the water, my camera raised high above my head and then the siren sounds. And THE BOOM came down.

BOOM!!!!

BOOOOOOMMMM!!!! BAYBEEE!!!!

WAVE COMING!!!!! BIG WAVE!!!!

OH CRAPPPPPP!!!!

CRAP!

CALVIN!!!! LET'S GO!!!!!!

I turned, along with the elderly and the very young, and began running to the shore. Camera held high above my head. Way up in the air. As the roar of excitement from the brave wave riders... without cameras... was rising all around me. I was running... running... just as FAST as I could. Fastfastfaster. Fastererer.

Which was, in actual fact, very very veryveryvery slow. But still very fast. For water-running.

Because I was running in deepdeep water.

It was like Chariots of Fire. Chariots of Fire. Literally. It was in freakin' SLOW FREAKIN' MO. Like the race in the movie.

And... I swear I could almost hear the music as I ran for shore.

I believe God made me for a purpose but He also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure.

Yeah.


It was cool. I made it into shallower water before the wave broke around me. Although I almost blew it by nearly being knocked forwards and *** over teakettle... the camera made it back. Dry.

Baybee.

Calvin was very amused by this whole running like mad away from the big wave. And when I turned to see if he was following me he was pointing and roaring with laughter.

"MOM!!!!! YOUR FACE!!!! MOM!!!!"

*scream*

He was DED. Apparently I had made a funny face when I realized that the big wave was comin'.

We headed out of the pool and back to the lockers where I stashed the camera and our change from lunch. And again I wondered if there was any possible way of doing this without untying the key.

No. I'm too short. For a person who is not too short.

Then we decided to head back to the wave pool to do it right.

Which means goin' deep and body surfing.

Without a camera.

It was plenty of fun and we did it until it wasn't any more.

And we had had enough.

That's when we decided to hit the Lazy River.

Along with a WHOLE LOTTA people. At the same time.

Because we are impatient we decided to wade right in and start walking against the current. Through the hordes of rafters. Until we could find two tubes.

We found a couple empty ones floating downriver, eventually, and hopped in.

I don't float with my butt in the hole and my arms and legs lying comfortably over the sides. Like everyone else.

It's because of two reasons:

1. Calvin and I like to periodically pop out of our tubes and swim over to the other's tube and flip them out. For fun. And exercise. It's the lazy river but we're too high-strung to just be lazy. In the lazy river. Also we both get highly excited when we see any waterfalls, pouring turrets of water or spraying or shooting jets of water. Along the way. Then we wrestle each other over and try to hold the other's head under the pouring water for a long long time. Until there's a chance to break free. I will say this: Calvin is darn good at this. And I have found the water very very cold. Every single time.

Kudos, Calvin my boy!!!

2. I have been attacked by a snake in the Lazy River. Last year. With Beth. Yes. A real snake.

No.

No. I was not actually attacked by the snake. But it chased me down the Lazy River. And it was, in fact, ME(L) who attacked...errr... a poor sun-burned corpulent British fella. In my haste. To escape.

But... that is a story from another trip report. An unfinished one.

One of them.

Anywho... Calvin and I did two laps of the Lazy River.

Then we were completely exhausted. Lazy River. Stoopid name. I was spent.

We conferred. Formally. And decided that it was time to head home. Back to our resort. And do a little pin-trading with The Kingpin at the shop in the Animal Kingdom. Then shower, change and head to 'Ohana for our pre-MNSSHP dinner. We would head directly from dinner to the party. Calvin had decided not to wear his costume. It was too hot. And we could run around more comfortably dressed in regular shorts and a T.

This was the second trip which we decided not to wear costumes. On the first Mom And One Trip with Tommy. Both Tommy and I got all decked out as a cowboy and a pirate.

It was really hot. For both the cowboy and the pirate. But especially the pirate.

Which was Me(l).

Then last year Beth and I packed and hauled elaborate costumes along to Florida. She was to be Supergirl. And I was to be The Bride. From the Haunted Mansion. Of course.

It was an entire wedding dress. With jewellery and kickbuttyetcomfortable boots.

It was WAY too hot. That day and we opted to skip the costumes.

This time I brought one for Calvin and decided to bring myself a "thematic outfit" instead. Of a costume.

I went for a Haunted Mansion theme. Of course. And Calvin went with regular clothes.

This is what we wore:

But more on all that another day.

Thanks for continuing along with me. And roll tide.

Cheers, Melly.

P.S. I will be back with comments later.

Or tomorrow.

Take care.

 

[Credit Man]

Another great installment, Mel.

 

[DJR]

Love the Typhoid Lagoon! Never really thought of it that way, but you do have a point, as surprising as that is.

MMMM nachos, glad you went with the nutritious selection. And you were worried about the turkey leg?

You need your fruit; here's a banana to go with your nachos.