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

[LaLa]

I know I already commented on this in an edit. But this made me laugh SO FREAKIN' HARD that I have to comment again.

It also made Calvin laugh so freakin' hard too. Because I had to share it with someone who would appreciate it as much as Me(l). Just the sentence itself... no context needed... KILLS me.

It killed him too.

He also added it into the end of his grace before dinner last night.

DED!!!!!!

DEDEDEDED.

(the LOOK on Mellyman's face!!!!)

Oh.

My.

I'm weak. Again.

Mel, this made me literally HOWL with laughter. Imagining the scene at your dinner table. Then I doubled over my desk and started doing the smoker's laugh and busted a blood vessel in my eye. Which is weird because I don't smoke. Anyway, glad I could make you AND Kevin laugh, Mel. Consider it payback for all the times you've made ME weak.

Again.

And Mel Happyhaunt quietly laughed.

THIS, I seriously doubt. Especially considering the snort laugh thing. I can just hear it now, Mel. And it's ANYTHING but quiet.

Then she grabbed a map and pointed to our room's location.

Uh oh.

Bad. Bad. Bad. Not. Good. I thought it was very not what I wanted.

I rummaged around and found my reservation confirmation. Unballed it and smoothed it out on the counter.

Looky.

Looky here.

This here says "savannah view". I think.

Miss Mary McMiffed sniffed. And took the confirmation and disappeared through the door behind her.

THE DOOR!!!!

OH NO THE DOOR!!!!

DED!!!!! This whole thing. The unballing and smoothing out of the reservation, the door. All of it was hilarious. And then you brought the Miss Mary McMiffed sniffed. Isn't that line in a children's book somewhere? If it's not, it should be.

Unfortunately I am directly challenged.

Something tells me you're probably indirectly challenged too. But that's another response for another day.

We found our room but made a large loopy tour around and back to the lobby before realizing the best way to our room was to use the lobby elevators and then taking the lobby bridge across to our room which was just around the corner there. Right off the lobby.

How is it that you can type something as simple as this and I'm right back there in my mind? Walking over the lobby bridge, looking for our shadows reflected onto the very very very shiny dark wood floors, breathing in that wonderful, unique smell that is AKL and wondering just what in the heck's up with the big yellow poofy thing off to the side.

And most of all, anticipating the fun that is yet to come.

And that's where I am right now. Thanks Melly. Keep bringin' it baby.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Also I will begin Day Two of our Happyhaunt Hallowe'enie.

And there is another problem. I have a song stuck in my head. Seriously stuck. It's my fault because I have been cleaning the house this morning and I've been blasting the same song pretty much over and over. Very very loudly. I have no idea where the cat is but I can tell you this much:

He ain't sleepin'.

Most likely he's perched on the shelf of my closet waiting to surprise me and, especially, my head with one of his sneak attacks..."You are about to be erased... housepet!".

He also could be up there simply throwing up on my good sweaters.

Again.

Anywho... I have a song stuck in my head. It's a really freakin' good song too. See if you can guess what it is at the end of the chapter. It'll be a fun game 'cause the hints will be VERY SUBTLE.

K?

Alrighty... in the Happyhaunt Household we've read a whole bunch of Franklin books over the years. They're popular with the kids but I suspect Mellyman is the biggest Franklin fan of all. Because often when I read aloud he appears to be concentrating so intently with his eyes closed and head back on the couch that I'd almost believe he were asleep. If I didn't know better.

But I know better because when he starts talking about stock indexes and hedge funds MY OWN HEAD immediately assumes the same position on the couch. And I start breathing deeply and evenly. To aid the intense concentration process.

Also after a while my mouth gets very dry. And sometimes my leg involuntarily spasms. And I kick the coffee table in my single-minded study of...errr... banky-doo stuff.

Anywho...Franklin. The turtle.


I hate him. Because he's so freakin' superior. Haven't you noticed how ONLY Franklin and his little sister have real names??!!!! It's true. Franklin and Harriet. Oh! Yeah. Even his little stuffy has a name. And so does his pet fish. Sam and Goldie.

That's it.

It.

All the rest of his friends are named Bear, Rabbit, Goose, Snail. And there's more. Animal friends that are named appropriately...yes... but WITHOUT real names.

It really really bugs me.

What makes Franklin SO special? Are turtles the big dogs on the forest porch?

So to speak?

And will you get E-coli if you touch his shell? Or salmonella? Or just a milder cartoon version of those plagues?

Can you get salmonella from salmon? Also.

If not... why didn't they call it chickenella? Instead? 'Cause I know for a FACT you can get it from KFC.

On the upside I'm fond of the book "Franklin's School Trip" because he visits OUR VERY OWN ROM. And also spends most of the book scareder than crap about the dinosaurs.

Good on him.


Let's get busy now that I am warmed up.

Back in our delightful studio at the Animal Kingdom resort Kevin and I had unpacked and turned in to bed. We both tucked in to the queen bed and didn't bother with the pull-out couch. He fell asleep immediately but I fell asleep immediately plus one minute. We were truly baked.

Calvin had a great sleep.

Me(l)... not so much.

He didn't respect the border. You see.

At home, the bed Mellyman and I share is "Ireland". Because I am of Irish descent. And I am the one who sorted out the geopolitics of said bed. Many years ago. There is a border down the middle. Well...errr... not exactly the middle. My territory is larger. But he doesn't really realize it. It's because when I remind him of the border I draw it, with my hand, at a slight angle...ever so slight...from the headboard towards the end of the bed. He thinks he holds equal territory but he really doesn't. I control more quilt and foot board. Because, obviously, my side is the Republic of Ireland. His is Northern Ireland.

There is no crossing of the border without written consent and a show of great diplomacy. And if, by accident, an arm or leg strays over the border. The retaliation is swift and violent.

The stupid cat is immune to these rules because it's untrainable. But the children are not allowed into Northern Ireland under any circumstances. Even if they're sick or have a nightmare. And if they do stray across the border or make to much noise in the Republic they are immediately ejected from the island. And sent across the hall to Ellis Island. By way of the main upstairs bathroom.

That all being said... CALVIN spent the ENTIRE first night on my side of the bed. Waking me up. Poking me. Kicking me. Shoving his knee and elbow into my side. Breathing on me. Snoring and rolling.

I'd wake up and shove him back over, then back fall asleep. Half an hour later he'd be right up in my grill. Again.

There was no respect for the border. And as a result when he finally woke me up at around 7 in the morning I felt like I hadn't gotten much sleep at all.

I was starting our first full day veryveryvery tired.

He was refreshed, full of beans and out on the balcony checking out the view and the animal. Before I knew it.

I was extremely tired. Still.

How tired? You ask?

I was what I like to call Put My Racerback Sports Bra On Backwards Tired.

Which I've done before and I'll tell you this: Only Madonna can carry THAT particular look off well.

Not Me(l).

But I got up and headed to the bathroom. I arrived in the bathroom.

Because when I arrive
I...I bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher

Jumped into the shower and tried to wake up. I also shaved my legs. If anyone cares.

Then I got dressed in my fourth favourite bikini and threw on a shirt and mini-coverup skirt thingie.

Then I went out to check out the animal. On our portion of the savannah.


It was an ostrich.

One.


Walkin' around like it owned the place.


It was nice and all that but what the savannah at Disney's Animal Kingdom Lodge really needs... both Kevin and I fully agree on this... is some sort of predator.

A big carnivore. Maybe like a big cat. So that when you're sitting on your balcony enjoying a morning coffee you can watch and appreciate the circle of life.

Also the Cast Members who wander around down there putting giraffe food into little holders on the trees would have to step it up a bit.

Look lively. And carry a handy-dandy tranquilizer. NOZZUB'strippies.

And I'd also suggest requesting a room on one of the higher floors. In that scenario.

What I'm saying here is that we had one ostrich outside. That was it.

I came back in.

Calvin was rummaging through the drawers looking for something. He was still in his pjs.

Me(l): CALVIN! Come on get changed. We gotta get rolling. I want to be at Typhoon Lagoon before it opens, buddy.

Calvin: I can't find my bathing suit. Where's my bathing suit?

Me(l): It's in...errr...your drawer.

Calvin: Where?

Me(l): Uh. Your drawer at home. Heh. Heh.

Barry White: Say what?!

Me(l): It's at home. I forgot it. Wanna borrow one of mine?

Calvin: MOM!!!!! What am I gonna SWIM in?!!!!

Me(l): Calm down Kevin. Put on some clothes and we'll go check out the giftshop. I'm pretty sure they'll have bathing suits.

So he got dressed and I packed all our stuff into our beach bag and grabbed the camera and my wallet. Calvin threw his pin-trading case over his shoulder and we were ready to boogie. We left our room. Making sure the door was locked. Three times. Of sure-making.

And headed across the lobby bridge and down to the main lobby.

We arrrived at the giftshop.

Because when I arrive
I... I bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher

I checked out the bathing suits they had for sale and grabbed the smallest men's size and the largest boy's one. Too. It was a Buzz Lightyear suit.

Calvin went into the changeroom and I knew he was hoping that the small men's one would fit. I saw the look he gave the Buzz Lightyear suit.

It said "On a scale of one to 10 this rates a BIG FAT ZERO for coolness factor". NOZZUB.

I could hear him trying on the small black men's suit. I could feel him trying very hard to make it fit.

Me(l): So? Does it fit, Calvin?

Calvin: It's too freakin' BIG!!!!

Me(l): That's what she said. Oh... man. That's too bad, Bud. Try the cute widdle Buzzie one.

Calvin: MOM!

Me(l): Well?

Calvin: It's fine. It fits. Mom?

Me(l): What?

Calvin: You owe me, Mom. Big. And...AND...I'm giving this to Tommy when we get home. Capish?

Me(l): Capish. Let me see.

He opened the door.

He had it pulled up to practically his armpits. And was sticking his belly out. His toes were pointing in opposite directions. East and west. Errr... possibly it might have been north and south.

Me(l): Dude, so SICK!!!!

Calvin: Yeah. I can rock it.

We both slapped our thighs twice with our right hand then slapped hands both front and back. And then slammed our closed fists together. He yelled a little bit cause I got him with my ring. Again.

As usual.

Neither one of us ever remembers the downside of our cool slappy hand routine.

I had him throw his shirt on and pass me his shorts and unders.

Then I went up to the counter to pay.

I nodded to the CM and said:

I see your dir-ty face
High behind your collar
What is done in vain
Truth is hard to swallow

Ok.

I didn't say that. Obviously.


I sang it.

Heh heh.


No I didn't. I simply paid for the bathing suit. By handing the tag from it to the lovely lady and gesturing towards Calvin's trunks.

Calvin asked if I'd buy him a little green Mickey head spongy thing to hang from the zipper of his Pin-trading case.

He reminded me that I owed him. Big.

I suggested a red one instead because I didn't want to be pegged for the freaky Disboarder freak I am. Heh heh.

Plus it matched his case better.

He thanked me and I told him we better get Me(l) some coffee before rolling out to Typhoon Lagoon.

And we headed down to The Mara in search of something resembling coffee. I hoped. Also I thought that maybe Calvin was hungry. Too.

But he wasn't. He said he was still full from dinner. But that he'd have some soda and a Mickey chocolate bar.

Heh heh.

Good try, young Calvin. Just like vacation food has no calories... vacation teeth don't rot outta yer head.

I think.


And, also, we discovered... vacation coffee tastes like CRAP.

Still.

But I keep hoping. And wishing. They'd improve it.

I know that it would have been easy to just bring coffee from home. Make it in the room and put it in my travel mug.

But...deep down... I'm an optimist. Though we'd probably come to Disney more often if I were an optometrist. Instead. However I'm pessimistic that I could be an optometrist.

What I'm saying is that I didn't bring my own coffee to Disney because I'm hoping that it'll be better. Every trip.

Also I forgot it along with Calvin's bathing suit.

No. WAIT.

We were packing light. It was all part of the master plan.

And Tommy LOVES him some Buzz Lightyear.


Cheers, Mel.





On a completely separate and serious note it's Remembrance Day.

I hope everyone takes a moment or two. To remember. And to honour.

And most importantly... to thank them all.

 

[bdg100]

I didn't read very much of your report. Three sentences or so (out of 2,786). But, I'm sure it was all great.

I can SEE how unimpressed you'd be with an ostrich eating out of a tree some 50 yards outside of your bedroom. I mean living in CANADA you must see ostrichs roaming around ALL the time. And eating out of trees. When they aren't covered in snow. Those two days out of the year. Take off hoser. Eh. Been there done that. Thank you very much. Bring on the PREDATORS.

And, most importantly. I agree with you. For a change. Many are worthy of our thanks. Thank YOU.

BDG

 

[Yzma and Kronk]

Hey Mel!

Weather was bad today, eh? Too cold for my liking. And the snow fluries yesterday. My poor DD was off on a school camping trip. Burrrrr!

I'm lovin' this Canadiana TR. This time it's Franklin, ROM, and words with "U" in them.

Next week, I hope you'll sneak a little Robert Munch, Don Cherry, and/or QEW into this mix.

And I didn't get the song, but keeping with the subtle theme was it Rush? Brian Adams? The Spoons? Jane Sibbery? Or all of the above.

And keeping with the day - it just might have been In Flanders Fields.

Lest we forget.

 

[ZZUB]

Also the Cast Members who wander around down there putting giraffe food into little holders on the trees would have to step it up a bit.

Look lively. And carry a handy-dandy tranquilizer. NOZZUB'strippies.

None taken. I freely admit my Trip Report (if I were writing one) is a complete snore.

When my secretary is annoying me (which is usually from 8:00 until 5:00), I sometimes threaten to read to her from "this drivel I found on the internet." Even I don't admit I write that crap. NOThirtySomething.

If I'm not mistaken, only about 10% of this chapter had anything to do with Disney World.

Which means it was 95% more interesting than the Drudgereport.

 

[LaLa]

..but I AM sure of the artist.

Mel Tillis.

Because Mel Tillis ROCKS!

By the way, the neighbors called and they've got your cat. Other things they've got: cat scratch fever and a busted screen door. They send their thanks. Along with the bill.

Loved this one, Melly. Keep it comin' woman.

 

[PrincessV]

Y'know - I get the eternal coffee optimism. Really, I do. Because, after 15 years of Disney vacationing, I still give that little packet of crap in the room a shot at glory. Mind you, part of me knows the outcome before we even get started, so there's always a back-up plastic bag of Gevalia in my luggage. But I nearly always load the little packet of crap into the coffee maker the first morning, just to give it one more shot.

Know what? It's been 15 years of crap. It's time to throw in the towel.





P.S. I'm all for some predatory types on the savanna. I say we start a petition. Or at least a DIS poll.

 

[daly7o9]

If not... why didn't they call it chickenella? Instead? 'Cause I know for a FACT you can get it from KFC.

I thought that was chickenosis.
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.
.
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Sorry...I couldn't help it.


BTW...Enjoying the TR.

 

[GreatBiscuit]

I suggested a red one instead because I didn't want to be pegged for the freaky Disboarder freak I am. Heh heh.

Plus it matched his case better.

Plus it's the color of meat which cannot be overemphasized!

 

[Frickles]

Mel you kill me!

I'm sleepy so I'll reply later. You will find my next post on page #184.

 

[angelmav]

I actually dont mind the coffee so much...I am suprised that you do Mel, I thought you could/would drink anything?

 

[nicolemarie]

Always has been, always will be.

Maybe if they'd change out that nasty coffee, instead of throwing out codes that aren't really that great a deal, they could sell some vacation packages.

Mel, before we get started, I have to make a request. Can you PUH-LEEEESE start putting the DATE of your new installment instead of the post number? What am I supposed to do? Memorize the posts so I can figure out if you have a new one up? How many have I missed now? Sheesh.

In other news, I think I love me some Calvin. And his Mama. Sounds like y'all had a ROCKIN' good time in the World. Good for you, for carving out some one on one time with your kids. Doesn't this make all three? They will remember these times forever, and your investment into their childhood will not return void.

I wanted to quote all of the funnies, but it seems DH has sustained an injury on the basketball court this morning. He just called and is on his way home, so I gotta head.

I'll be back later, tho.

Take care, Melly!

NM

 

[Frickles]

Let's get busy now that I am warmed up.

Mel, you DID bring the fire.
The 'warm -up' about Franklin and the whole Chickenella jazz made me laugh so had that I now have a 14 pack.

That all being said... CALVIN spent the ENTIRE first night on my side of the bed. Waking me up. Poking me. Kicking me. Shoving his knee and elbow into my side. Breathing on me. Snoring and rolling.

I'd wake up and shove him back over, then back fall asleep. Half an hour later he'd be right up in my grill. Again.

Girl everytime we go to JoMomma's I have to sleep with one of the boys. They will honestly spend the whole night walking their feet up my back. I have to keep my back turned to them or else I'll have a gut full of foot. I feel like a kneaded piece of dough(NOZzub) come 7am. I wake up worn out and looking darn scary (NoAmyWinehouse).

We both slapped our thighs twice with our right hand then slapped hands both front and back. And then slammed our closed fists together. He yelled a little bit cause I got him with my ring. Again.

Somehow I don't think this is made up. I'm sure your knuckle ring that says Mel in bling did hurt.


Love ya Melly and..
I wish I could be
As cool as you
And I wish I could say
The things you do
But I can't and I won't live a lie
No not this time

 

[samc]

Also I will begin Day Two of our Happyhaunt Hallowe'enie.


Because when I arrive
I...I bring the fire
Make you come alive
I can take you higher

never heard this song before........til yesterday..I'm driving home turn on the tunes and there it is......I think I don't know this song but the words seem familiar....where have I heard this before??????.......Then I bemember and I'm a little freaked next thing you know I'll be having happyhaunts dreams....Hi LaLa

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

If you and I went to Disney together, by the time they were able to forcibly eject us, Mickey would be pantless, Minnie would have a tramp stamp. All food would be delivered on the hairy backs of lawyers and fireworks would be launching out of Twiddle and Twaddle, or whatever those creepy guys are named.



And we would be drinking

This sounds to Me(l) a lot...not exactly mind you... like Daytona Beach Spring Break 1986.

Were you there too? Mrs.TK?

Yep. Been there. Done that. Destroyed the polaroidic evidence.

Mostly.

Somehow one picture of Me(l) shotgunning a Budweiser made it back up North. Not unlike the Canadian Geese. Right to... The General.

Yeah. It was even mysteriously in a cute little frame. And, funnily enough, someone even put it on a table in the living room surrounded by other pictures in frames. Where it went unnoticed by The General for about two months. Through a couple United Church Women's meetings. And dinner parties.

You made me Laffy Taffy.

Now I've got a horrible mental image of you holding up a greasy leg (a crab's leg, not yours) and butter running down your arms and glistening from your goatie. Cause I'm sure you probably put down about 4 little pails of butter while you're there on all you can eat night.

Borg Frick, 'cause YOU made me Laffy Taffy too.

And I got a similar mental image there of ZZUB, too. Except that it was actually HIS greasy leg he was holding up. Like Sasha Cohen. But not like Sasha Baron Cohen.

And I thought: Wow. He's really grossing me out. But, at the same time, impressing me with his marvelous flexibility. And I thought I'd like to see him go down a waterslide in that position. For the gold.

I'm loving this trip report. I really hope you finish this one!

You and me both, Beautie.

Mel a finger watch!!
Also i love me some cous cous, but when i order it the kids repeat it over and over and annoy me. Of course they do things like this to drive me, their mother, nuts.
cous cous it's fun to say.

You know what else is fun to say, Burly?

It's: ampersand. And. AND. It's also fun to make.

O.K. Mel the weekend is over. Wait, maybe in Canada the weekends are longer. So maybe the weekend is not really over. Now I am really confused. Are the weekends in Canada longer or not ? Oh well I'm just glad you made it through the first day. Now if we can get to the 2nd day.

Ron!!!! I haven't seen you for awhile. But I'm glad you found Me(l) again.

You look real good.

Younger.

Also I like your cap.

Stay for a bite. I'll bake something.

So I saw your lengthy reply on Zzub's thread and I said to myself "Self, Mel's gonna give us a new post any minute" Yep...that's what I said alright.

Well Biscuie... I guess you were wrong. But maybe...just maybe... I was busy garlic and herb-crusting a large prime rib. For dinner.

That pretty much gets me off the hook with you, right?

Mel, this made me literally HOWL with laughter. Imagining the scene at your dinner table. Then I doubled over my desk and started doing the smoker's laugh and busted a blood vessel in my eye. Which is weird because I don't smoke. Anyway, glad I could make you AND Kevin laugh, Mel. Consider it payback for all the times you've made ME weak.

Again.



THIS, I seriously doubt. Especially considering the snort laugh thing. I can just hear it now, Mel. And it's ANYTHING but quiet.

La!!!!! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

THIS... made me do exactly the same thing.

Especially the smoker's laugh and busted vessel. Thingie.

It, in turn, made ME(L) do the emphysema's laugh and that's when my face actually turned blue because I couldn't breathe.

And I pounded the desk with my fist in the morse code for 911.

Also... I laughed about your comment on my snort/laugh thing.

I have to agree. It IS anything but quiet.

On the other hand... I'm SURE it's more polite than the smoker's/blood vessel tic YOU have. Especially at the dinner table.

Heh heh.

I've got a few more posters to respond to. But I'll have to come back later.


Cheers, Mel

 

[GreatBiscuit]

Well Biscuie... I guess you were wrong. But maybe...just maybe... I was busy garlic and herb-crusting a large prime rib. For dinner.

That pretty much gets me off the hook with you, right?

In the name of meat preparation, thou art excused.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

I didn't read very much of your report. Three sentences or so (out of 2,786). But, I'm sure it was all great.

I can SEE how unimpressed you'd be with an ostrich eating out of a tree some 50 yards outside of your bedroom. I mean living in CANADA you must see ostrichs roaming around ALL the time. And eating out of trees. When they aren't covered in snow. Those two days out of the year. Take off hoser. Eh. Been there done that. Thank you very much. Bring on the PREDATORS.

And, most importantly. I agree with you. For a change. Many are worthy of our thanks. Thank YOU.

BDG

B. We both know you read it all.

With your one eye.

And... with the way I form sentences and paragraphishes... I appreciate the effort.

Also I didn't intend to leave the impression that Calvin and I weren't impressed with the savannah and it's herbivores at the AKVs. We absolutely were. This was why we Happyhaunts were back to that particular hotel for the third time. It's cool. No denying that.

I was merely pointing out that our balcony looked out onto a very lame section of the savannah. Where we never saw more than one animal at a time. Unless birds count. 'Cause once I think we saw two birds.

Which might have been super-exciting to Tippi Hendren. But not us.

So don't go thinking I'm all jaded or anything. Bite your tongue, B.

Oh.

Crap. Sorry. B.


I forgot about that for a second.

Also I've been meaning to ask you if you are able to get both feet in your mouth there... without the tongue. Gettin' in the way and all that.

Heh heh.

Now... I'll bet you want to show Me(l) what you DO have, huh?

Like two middle fingers.

Hey Mel!

Weather was bad today, eh? Too cold for my liking. And the snow fluries yesterday. My poor DD was off on a school camping trip. Burrrrr!

I'm lovin' this Canadiana TR. This time it's Franklin, ROM, and words with "U" in them.

Next week, I hope you'll sneak a little Robert Munch, Don Cherry, and/or QEW into this mix.

And I didn't get the song, but keeping with the subtle theme was it Rush? Brian Adams? The Spoons? Jane Sibbery? Or all of the above.

And keeping with the day - it just might have been In Flanders Fields.

Lest we forget.

YAK!!! That was almost beautiful. I LOVED your Canadiana post to my Canadiana trippie.

Oh. Also it's cold and windy and rainy today. And I went to the store in my All-Season Crocs and slipped on the floor 'cause either it or my Crocs were wet. And I did a little "OoooWaaaaWhoooo!" noise and something which resembled the splits. In my new skinnies. Which was both bad and good. It was bad that I was wearing Crocs and skinnies together. But... I did my wipeout right on the security camera. The one that Calvin and Tommy and I usually dance in at the door while Beth runs through produce and away from us. Very quickly.

So that was good. I got to look up and see myself on the ground.

It made me laugh.

All of that to say this: the weather sucks today for us. My friend.

None taken. I freely admit my Trip Report (if I were writing one) is a complete snore.

When my secretary is annoying me (which is usually from 8:00 until 5:00), I sometimes threaten to read to her from "this drivel I found on the internet." Even I don't admit I write that crap. NOThirtySomething.

If I'm not mistaken, only about 10% of this chapter had anything to do with Disney World.

Which means it was 95% more interesting than the Drudgereport.

I don't think you read it ZZUB.

Because I'd say a good 30% of this chapter was on topic. And I believe it can't hold a candle to the Drudge.

Go back and read it again please. And I will make a nice cup of tea in your favourite cup and get your dippers, your robe and your favourite chair.

And, yes, I will sit there...wearing all your stuff and drinking from your cup... until you come back.

Why is your dog looking at Me(l) funny, ZZUB?

Is it because someone is wearing hair with your robe?

Also I was just kidding about your trippies being tedious.

They're not at all.

They do, however, suck. But in a real good way. Like when you don't get a gift from your friend for Christmas but then realize that it means you don't have to shell out big bucks for them to get all juiced on New Years Eve because you forgot to get them a Christmas present. Also it's like when you get a really bad bite on your ankle bone and it itches so much but when you scratch it it feels SOSOSO GOOD SOGOOD. And then you realize that you're actually happy you get to scratch it again. And again and again. For two whole days. Straight.

..but I AM sure of the artist.

Mel Tillis.

Because Mel Tillis ROCKS!

By the way, the neighbors called and they've got your cat. Other things they've got: cat scratch fever and a busted screen door. They send their thanks. Along with the bill.

Loved this one, Melly. Keep it comin' woman.

Wrong, La. So much for all my subtle hints. It's: Let it Rock! By Kevin Rudolph and featuring Lil Wayne. I think it's a great song but it would be greater with a lot less Lil Wayne. In it. A lot less. What I'm saying is a little Lil Wayne goes a LONG way. Like wasabi. Or peanut butter. Or Simon Cowell. Or Elton John's Candle in the Wind tribute song. *ugh*.

Actually... now that I think about it... I wouldn't mind hearing Lil Wayne's rap version of Princess Diana's tribute song.

Then I would die.

Also I think that maybe Kevin Rudolph is hot. But it's hard to tell, he's hauntingly elusive. In that video.

Like ZZUB.

Y'know - I get the eternal coffee optimism. Really, I do. Because, after 15 years of Disney vacationing, I still give that little packet of crap in the room a shot at glory. Mind you, part of me knows the outcome before we even get started, so there's always a back-up plastic bag of Gevalia in my luggage. But I nearly always load the little packet of crap into the coffee maker the first morning, just to give it one more shot.

Know what? It's been 15 years of crap. It's time to throw in the towel.





P.S. I'm all for some predatory types on the savanna. I say we start a petition. Or at least a DIS poll.

I agree. Let's have a poll, V. There are never enough good polls on the Dis.

Oh.

Thanks for popping by baybee. I'm gonna have to start bringing my own coffee more often. Too.

Although you said: "giving that little packet of crap in the room a shot at glory"!!!!!!

Which I LOVED.

So... I may just give that little packet of crap in the room a shot at glory. Again.

I thought that was chickenosis.
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Sorry...I couldn't help it.


BTW...Enjoying the TR.

Are you Borg? 7o9?

Plus it's the color of meat which cannot be overemphasized!

Rare beef, my biscuit.

Mel you kill me!

I'm sleepy so I'll reply later. You will find my next post on page #184.

Heh heh.

I actually dont mind the coffee so much...I am suprised that you do Mel, I thought you could/would drink anything?

I COULD drink anything. I'm a man like that. But I much prefer stuff which is good-tasting. And is served in a nice cup with a saucer. My Royal Doulton Albany pattern.

Which Mellyman picked out.

Always has been, always will be.

Maybe if they'd change out that nasty coffee, instead of throwing out codes that aren't really that great a deal, they could sell some vacation packages.

Mel, before we get started, I have to make a request. Can you PUH-LEEEESE start putting the DATE of your new installment instead of the post number? What am I supposed to do? Memorize the posts so I can figure out if you have a new one up? How many have I missed now? Sheesh.

In other news, I think I love me some Calvin. And his Mama. Sounds like y'all had a ROCKIN' good time in the World. Good for you, for carving out some one on one time with your kids. Doesn't this make all three? They will remember these times forever, and your investment into their childhood will not return void.

I wanted to quote all of the funnies, but it seems DH has sustained an injury on the basketball court this morning. He just called and is on his way home, so I gotta head.

I'll be back later, tho.

Take care, Melly!

NM

Geez NM!!!

Aren't you a bossy little Mcmuffin?!!!! This is like your second post, girlfriend and you're cracking the whip already.

I like that. And you KNOW it. Don't you?!

Darn you.

I hope your DH is OK!!!! He...errr...he is an important organ, you know. Take him home. Put him in some nice comfortable Crocs. Take a few pictures for your friends. And make him a nice cup of tea. Bundle him in ZZUB's robe. I'll send it by. Then you can forward it to Mrs. TK.

Also... and this is most important...keep him AWAY from your big window at the back of the house. The one where your computer is at. The kids too.

Heh heh.

I LOVE you.

Is what I'm saying here. I miss'd ya.

Mel, you DID bring the fire.
The 'warm -up' about Franklin and the whole Chickenella jazz made me laugh so had that I now have a 14 pack.



Girl everytime we go to JoMomma's I have to sleep with one of the boys. They will honestly spend the whole night walking their feet up my back. I have to keep my back turned to them or else I'll have a gut full of foot. I feel like a kneaded piece of dough(NOZzub) come 7am. I wake up worn out and looking darn scary (NoAmyWinehouse).



Somehow I don't think this is made up. I'm sure your knuckle ring that says Mel in bling did hurt.


Love ya Melly and..
I wish I could be
As cool as you
And I wish I could say
The things you do
But I can't and I won't live a lie
No not this time

FRICK!!!!!

You win the GREAT WHEEL of BRIE!!!! FROM 2006!!!!!!!

Although I was hoping to send it to Great Biscuit just because that sounds like a pretty freakin' good combo.

You get it tho.

It's yours.

Also it's way past due date.

But I'm sure it's ok.

Let's both read up on: Brie. coli ... before you jump on that, tho.

never heard this song before........til yesterday..I'm driving home turn on the tunes and there it is......I think I don't know this song but the words seem familiar....where have I heard this before??????.......Then I bemember and I'm a little freaked next thing you know I'll be having happyhaunts dreams....Hi LaLa

Heh heh.

DED.


Now I must play on the Wii with two boys ***** better than Meii.

Cheers, Melly.

 

[bdg100]

I have stayed at AKL. I was not impressed. I'm from South Dakota. Where men are men. And so are the women. In regard to AKL and ostrichs or other animals roaming around and eating out of trees (or otherwise), in South Dakota most pets are eaten. Eventually. I also DID NOT like Boma. I do like lots of food, they did have lots, just none that I would eat. Or look at. Closely, with my one eye. I will not stay at AKL. Again. I would, however, stay at either Boardwalk or Old Key West. I probably would NOT stay at Grand Floridian. Unless the Harlem Globetrotters were playing basketball there.

BDG

 

[LaLa]

Mel's so nice, she responded TWICE!

I'm not sure which one's funnier, but they both made me break out The T-berc. Which is a step above The Emphysema but not quite as bad as The Bird Flu.

Why is your dog looking at Me(l) funny, ZZUB?

Is it because someone is wearing hair with your robe?

DED!!!!

Backwards and forwards.

Like when you don't get a gift from your friend for Christmas but then realize that it means you don't have to shell out big bucks for them to get all juiced on New Years Eve because you forgot to get them a Christmas present.

Obviously you're talking about NM here. Aka: Bossy McBosserpants up there. But it's all good. I got you, Mel. You're on my Christmas list this year and I've got JUST the thing in mind. For Team Jolie. Here's a hint: It has shockingly red lips, it's androgynous, and wears a monocle. Its favorite place to sit is your lap (No"Frickalicious") where it laughs like a lunatic (as evidenced by the wicked bad laugh lines) and gives off an air of superiority. Like Franklin. Except MUCH MUCH MUCH creepier. In a nutshell, it's the stuff that DREAMS are made of, Mel.

The really bad ones.

Especially if you're ten and he's sitting in the corner of your room. Day in and day out. Staring at you. Watching you. Tracking your every move. Through that darned monocle of his.

Anywho, it's all yours come Christmas time, Melly. ALL YOURS BABY! Hope that makes up for some of the damage NM's done.

And just because I like you so much, I'm throwing in the cat too. Along with a vat of Bacitracin. Something tells me you'll need it. Just remember: if he scratches (and I'm not saying he will), apply the ointment LIBERALLY and resist the urge to scratch it over and over and over again.

Even if it does make you happy.

NOGuacamole.

 

[bdg100]

I have stayed at AKL. I was not impressed. I'm from South Dakota. Where men are men. And so are the women. In regard to AKL and ostrichs or other animals roaming around and eating out of trees (or otherwise), in South Dakota most pets are eaten. Eventually. I also DID NOT like Boma. I do like lots of food, they did have lots, just none that I would eat. Or look at. Closely, with my one eye. I will not stay at AKL. Again. I would, however, stay at either Boardwalk or Old Key West. I probably would NOT stay at Grand Floridian. Unless the Harlem Globetrotters were playing basketball there.

BDG

I did not like Obama. Either. But not because his name is suspiciously close to my least favorite restaurant. I do hope he is a good President. Even if his name sounds alot like Boma. Hmmm. My least favorite candidate AND my least favorite Disney restaurant having names nearly identical? Coincidence? I think not.

On the other hand his name sounds alot more like Ohana, my favorite Disney restaurant. Coincidence? Most likely. I will disregard it. Immediately and never think of it again. And, I'm not a girl Loo Loo.

BDG