1000thhappyhaunt
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Before I start this newest bad idea of mine I'd like to introduce a few characters:
Mel Happyhaunt ~ My husband of fifteen years. My best friend of eighteen years. The father of our three sweet kids. A man of patience, loyalty, generosity and even more patient patience. With me. And sometimes the kids. Too. He won't be along with me on this trip. But he was in touch with us often to check on how we were doing. And to remind me that Santa was watching.
Which was fine by me. As long as the dentist and our family doctor weren't watching. Because we ate A LOT of crap. We shouldn't have.
Oh. I also my refer to my much better half from time to time as: Melly, Mellyman, Meltheman, Mr. May-ul, My Beautiful Bride and The Artist Formerly Known As Prince. Plus I also have nicknamed him a few choice other thingies which are truly too stupid to share. With y'all.
And also with those from the Northern Climes.
Heh heh.
Calvin Happyhaunt ~ My middle son. He's 10 years old and soon to be eleven. Actually... eleventeen. That's since his older sister turned thirteen and he felt ripped off. He's been "The Big ONE - 0" for awhile now and is ready to move on. He's a wonderfully funny bright kid. Full of passion and love of life. He's got a knack for knacks. And is generous and silly. He's high energy and talks a mile a minute. He drives his sister and little brother around the bend and then makes them smile at him even while they're trying so hard not to smile. Because they're really bloody mad. He's so precious to me and I love him with all my heart.
He also gets in a buttload of trouble.
Anywho... this trip is for Calvin aka The Koala, Calchee, Calvie, Chives, Chia, CalllllllllllllllllllllllllllVINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! and Cheemachine. He'll be accompanying me on our adventure this year to Disney.
Beth Happyhaunt ~ Beth is thirteen years old. She's reserved, mature, intelligent and remarkably secure in her own skin. She knows who she is, thus far, and likes herself. Which in itself is amazing to me. Being the age she is. She reads a ton, plays softball, basketball and swims. She also plays the sax. And is on her student council. Busy, kind, sweet, smart girl. Her father and I are so proud of her. A great kid! Who likes to get PLENTY SILLY once in awhile. But shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... don't tell anyone. She's totally chill and sick.
Whatever that means.
Beth won't be along on this trip either. She'll be making sure her father, youngest brother and her uncle survive their Algonquin Park camping trip.
Oh. Her nicknames are Bethy, B, B-baby, Tiny, Tine, Tic and a few other assorted ones that she'd DIE if I shared. Here.
Tommy Happyhaunt ~ Tommy is my sweet baby. He's our little seven year old guy with the great big heart. He's just as talkative as his brother and energetic but spends A LOT less time. In trouble. We're all really protective of him. And we make him carry an epipen around his waist in a blue fanny pack at all times.
We're mean.
Apparently.
He constantly surprises me with all the ideas he comes up with. He thinks "Outside the Ball". Which is kinda like a step up from thinking "Outside the Box". I think. Maybe it's not. But what I'm saying here is that he looks at things from a different perspective than most. He really really thinks hard about stuff. When he should be paying attention in class. Luckily he's learning to discipline himself. He likes the subject called "Lunch" and also the one called "First Nutrition Break". He's got plenty of friends and loves to run around outside. He's much happier out than in. He sometimes tells me that he has homework from "Lunch" or "First Nutrition Break". When I ask him what his homework is he often says "Half of a sandwich" or "Some gross fruit". When I ask him what he'd like for homework he sometimes says "Sushi".
I then remind him that Sushi is one of those foods which shouldn't be left for "homework". In one's hot damp locker. Overnight.
Mayonnaise is not homework either. (Just a heads up!)
Moving on because I'm getting on a bit of a tangent about persishables...
He loves his older sister madly. And tries to be just like his big brother Calvin.
He also wishes Calvin would move out. Sometimes.
Tommy aka Bama, Putty, Putfiler, Swutty, Swutty Puffiler, filer, Mr. Puffiler, STRI, streps, strivector and VECTOR...*whew*... is the reason these "Mom and One" Trips began. He went on the first one two years ago. We, collectively as a family, decided to spoil him. And it didn't stop there.
Beth got massively spoiled last year.
Calvin got massively spoiled last weekend.
And, I... of course... got to go three times in a row.
Mellyman went camping instead. It was cold.
Hehehheh.
Oh.
Forgot to mention our cat.
He is the glue that holds our little family together. Catglue.
Actually... he's just our pet. Who we talk about PLENTY... too much even... because that's the type of people we are. If you ALSO refer to your pet and his skillz too much. You'll understand what I'm saying. Here. His name is Boddington and... NEXT YEAR... is HIS Disney trip.
I'm kidding.
He's a stupid cat. After all. Named after Mother Earth's most precious resource: beer.
He's also called: Body, B-boy, The Poodle, The Prunelle, Prudelles, Pupil, PRU-NELLE!!!!, Prunella, Prunes, Pupils and Toby. And since I've typed them all down here you can just IMAGINE the other nicknames I have for my husband which I WOULDN'T share.
Told you they're stupid. Ish. Er.
Now then... I think I've included everyone important that needs to be included.
Oh.
There's my mother.
She's The General. She's not on this trip either. She prefers not to travel with us. Errrrr. Me. But I'll be calling her. A few times.
Because she ordered me to.
Heh heh.
Oh yeah.
I forgot to introduce myself.
Mel Happyhaunt ~ The female(ish) version. I'm forty years old. Yep. Very old. OLD I SAY!!!!! And, yet, I'm not decrepit, hairy, fat, smelly, lazy, sweaty or incontinent. (Hi ZZUB!) I'm a lover of all things Disney. Except those durn prices. And I love to spend time with my family, cook, eat, breathe, dance, laugh, sing off key and generally enjoy life. I have a shortish attention span and plenty of energy. Uhhhh. Sometimes I get distracted easily. Because of all that... I have thousands of hobbies.
None of which I do well. Some of which I do dangerously badly.
Ok. Now is the time for a little trippie background.
Because this was our first trip back to Disney after I turned forty...I decided to mix things up a little. I decided to pass on my regular way of planning and pre-planning and overplanning. I decided to pass on bringing our required Presleyweight of luggage and just bring a few things. (Oh. Yep. In our house we measure things by the Elvis. The standard "old" Elvis. FYI. And. Usually we bring two to three Presleyweights of crap along. Between the five of us.) I decided to wing most of our meals. And tour around the parks wearing a sunscreen of ONLY SPF 15. And, yet, like on our other trips. Like the one the whole family went on last May. I wanted to take some time to sit back, watch the world go by. And smell the coffee. Even though it would be Disney coffee I'd be smelling. I'd want to smell it. And smell some other stuff too.
By that I mean good stuff.
Anyhow... I wanted to experience Disney with my middle son in a bit of a different way.
Than usual.
And not have to pay for extra Elvises on Air Tran.
Heh heh.
I'll get back to this in a bite.
I need a burger.
Cheers, Mel.

Mel Happyhaunt ~ My husband of fifteen years. My best friend of eighteen years. The father of our three sweet kids. A man of patience, loyalty, generosity and even more patient patience. With me. And sometimes the kids. Too. He won't be along with me on this trip. But he was in touch with us often to check on how we were doing. And to remind me that Santa was watching.
Which was fine by me. As long as the dentist and our family doctor weren't watching. Because we ate A LOT of crap. We shouldn't have.
Oh. I also my refer to my much better half from time to time as: Melly, Mellyman, Meltheman, Mr. May-ul, My Beautiful Bride and The Artist Formerly Known As Prince. Plus I also have nicknamed him a few choice other thingies which are truly too stupid to share. With y'all.
And also with those from the Northern Climes.
Heh heh.
Calvin Happyhaunt ~ My middle son. He's 10 years old and soon to be eleven. Actually... eleventeen. That's since his older sister turned thirteen and he felt ripped off. He's been "The Big ONE - 0" for awhile now and is ready to move on. He's a wonderfully funny bright kid. Full of passion and love of life. He's got a knack for knacks. And is generous and silly. He's high energy and talks a mile a minute. He drives his sister and little brother around the bend and then makes them smile at him even while they're trying so hard not to smile. Because they're really bloody mad. He's so precious to me and I love him with all my heart.
He also gets in a buttload of trouble.
Anywho... this trip is for Calvin aka The Koala, Calchee, Calvie, Chives, Chia, CalllllllllllllllllllllllllllVINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! and Cheemachine. He'll be accompanying me on our adventure this year to Disney.
Beth Happyhaunt ~ Beth is thirteen years old. She's reserved, mature, intelligent and remarkably secure in her own skin. She knows who she is, thus far, and likes herself. Which in itself is amazing to me. Being the age she is. She reads a ton, plays softball, basketball and swims. She also plays the sax. And is on her student council. Busy, kind, sweet, smart girl. Her father and I are so proud of her. A great kid! Who likes to get PLENTY SILLY once in awhile. But shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... don't tell anyone. She's totally chill and sick.
Whatever that means.
Beth won't be along on this trip either. She'll be making sure her father, youngest brother and her uncle survive their Algonquin Park camping trip.
Oh. Her nicknames are Bethy, B, B-baby, Tiny, Tine, Tic and a few other assorted ones that she'd DIE if I shared. Here.
Tommy Happyhaunt ~ Tommy is my sweet baby. He's our little seven year old guy with the great big heart. He's just as talkative as his brother and energetic but spends A LOT less time. In trouble. We're all really protective of him. And we make him carry an epipen around his waist in a blue fanny pack at all times.
We're mean.
Apparently.
He constantly surprises me with all the ideas he comes up with. He thinks "Outside the Ball". Which is kinda like a step up from thinking "Outside the Box". I think. Maybe it's not. But what I'm saying here is that he looks at things from a different perspective than most. He really really thinks hard about stuff. When he should be paying attention in class. Luckily he's learning to discipline himself. He likes the subject called "Lunch" and also the one called "First Nutrition Break". He's got plenty of friends and loves to run around outside. He's much happier out than in. He sometimes tells me that he has homework from "Lunch" or "First Nutrition Break". When I ask him what his homework is he often says "Half of a sandwich" or "Some gross fruit". When I ask him what he'd like for homework he sometimes says "Sushi".
I then remind him that Sushi is one of those foods which shouldn't be left for "homework". In one's hot damp locker. Overnight.
Mayonnaise is not homework either. (Just a heads up!)
Moving on because I'm getting on a bit of a tangent about persishables...
He loves his older sister madly. And tries to be just like his big brother Calvin.
He also wishes Calvin would move out. Sometimes.
Tommy aka Bama, Putty, Putfiler, Swutty, Swutty Puffiler, filer, Mr. Puffiler, STRI, streps, strivector and VECTOR...*whew*... is the reason these "Mom and One" Trips began. He went on the first one two years ago. We, collectively as a family, decided to spoil him. And it didn't stop there.
Beth got massively spoiled last year.
Calvin got massively spoiled last weekend.
And, I... of course... got to go three times in a row.
Mellyman went camping instead. It was cold.
Hehehheh.
Oh.
Forgot to mention our cat.
He is the glue that holds our little family together. Catglue.
Actually... he's just our pet. Who we talk about PLENTY... too much even... because that's the type of people we are. If you ALSO refer to your pet and his skillz too much. You'll understand what I'm saying. Here. His name is Boddington and... NEXT YEAR... is HIS Disney trip.
I'm kidding.
He's a stupid cat. After all. Named after Mother Earth's most precious resource: beer.
He's also called: Body, B-boy, The Poodle, The Prunelle, Prudelles, Pupil, PRU-NELLE!!!!, Prunella, Prunes, Pupils and Toby. And since I've typed them all down here you can just IMAGINE the other nicknames I have for my husband which I WOULDN'T share.
Told you they're stupid. Ish. Er.
Now then... I think I've included everyone important that needs to be included.
Oh.
There's my mother.
She's The General. She's not on this trip either. She prefers not to travel with us. Errrrr. Me. But I'll be calling her. A few times.
Because she ordered me to.
Heh heh.
Oh yeah.
I forgot to introduce myself.
Mel Happyhaunt ~ The female(ish) version. I'm forty years old. Yep. Very old. OLD I SAY!!!!! And, yet, I'm not decrepit, hairy, fat, smelly, lazy, sweaty or incontinent. (Hi ZZUB!) I'm a lover of all things Disney. Except those durn prices. And I love to spend time with my family, cook, eat, breathe, dance, laugh, sing off key and generally enjoy life. I have a shortish attention span and plenty of energy. Uhhhh. Sometimes I get distracted easily. Because of all that... I have thousands of hobbies.
None of which I do well. Some of which I do dangerously badly.
Ok. Now is the time for a little trippie background.
Because this was our first trip back to Disney after I turned forty...I decided to mix things up a little. I decided to pass on my regular way of planning and pre-planning and overplanning. I decided to pass on bringing our required Presleyweight of luggage and just bring a few things. (Oh. Yep. In our house we measure things by the Elvis. The standard "old" Elvis. FYI. And. Usually we bring two to three Presleyweights of crap along. Between the five of us.) I decided to wing most of our meals. And tour around the parks wearing a sunscreen of ONLY SPF 15. And, yet, like on our other trips. Like the one the whole family went on last May. I wanted to take some time to sit back, watch the world go by. And smell the coffee. Even though it would be Disney coffee I'd be smelling. I'd want to smell it. And smell some other stuff too.
By that I mean good stuff.
Anyhow... I wanted to experience Disney with my middle son in a bit of a different way.
Than usual.
And not have to pay for extra Elvises on Air Tran.
Heh heh.
I'll get back to this in a bite.
I need a burger.
Cheers, Mel.
