Yeah, I've been a bit busy here lately, for the first time in my life I actually had to make up a resume. How interesting can you make a resume look when you've spent the last 27 years at the same company?
Believe me, it was all I could do to not make it look like one of my trip reports.
Yeah, that'll work.
After I was done, I emailed it over to my son who has experience in these types of things, then he came by to talk to me about it.
"Not bad dad, I found it both good and original."
I beamed! Of course it would be, I've had a lot of experience writing recently.
"Only problem though, dad, is that the good part is not original, and the original part is not good."
Nothing like getting shot down by your own kid. So it was back to the drawing board.
Anyway,,,,,,,,,,
After Diane handed in the phone, it was with great trepidation that I headed to the bus stop.
I was really afraid that it might be a Pop Warner mob scene there.
And just who is this Pop guy, and why didn't they Warner us?
Sounds like a mafia type thing. Pop.
Like the Godfather.
Why couldn't it be Mom Warner? Huh?
And the kids all go there for cooking classes.
Or better yet,
Pot.
Yeah, that'll work.
And then hand some out.
I guarantee there wouldn't be the attitude and fights then! Too much hassle.
"Hey man, how's it goin man?"
"Ok man, you wanna get something from the food court man?"
Too my surprise, when we turned the corner, the bus lines looked totally normal. No mob. Just family type **** sapians standing in lines, which was fine by me.
Hey, I'm a sapian my self.
(notice how I phrased that one?)
Here's todays plans in a nutshell.
Go to MK, leave MK. Go to pool, leave pool. Go to MK, leave MK. Go to Whispering Canyon at WL for dinner,leave Whispering Canyon at WL. Go to MK for bus, leave MK on bus.
On arrival, we got lucky. I still have not found a pattern to the opening, but we caught the welcome today.
They hold you right outside the train station, with the rope drops on the left and right. After an opening announcement, the train pulls up and Goofy and Donald and all the originals get off, start waving and throwing out pixie dust while the "Good Morning" song plays. It's a terrific way to start your day there, all warm and fuzzy and feeling goofy. But they don't do it for sure on EE days.
In Sept. we were there one day for official rope drop and nothing.
For some reason they put the stroller rental right under the bridge, at it's narrowest opening. The lockers are there too to compound things.
During the mad dash opening, I got caught in a five stroller pile-up.
Rushing through the square, I got one shot in or the tree.
Otherwise though, I thought Main Steet was done up better for Halloween.
On the second bridge to the left, we got stuck at another rope drop.
As we are waiting, everything looked just a tad different to me.
This probably won't make any sense, but Smidgy agreed with me when I put my finger on it.
We have never been here in December, but even though we've been here many times on sunny days, this entire trip just seemed much brighter out.
Kind of like a "white bright". Where even some of the colors get washed out so bright. I just don't know, maybe there's less pollution and the air quality is higher in the winter. ?
Soon we are in a small pack heading to BTMR. Of course there is no line yet, so I'm walking very briskly with the others up the stairs and the incline, with my hands in my pockets for some reason.
If you will kindly remember, the queue inside will take you right past a drinking fountain that will refresh you with boiling water.
It never gets cold.
We are about to be on the first ride of the day, with only 3 kids in front of us.
Behind me I can hear some other small kids behind, catching up.
And the three in front stopped at that fountain.
You don't pass at this point, too narrow, too rude. So as I"m waiting for all 3 kids to take a drink, I now realize I think why my hands are in my pockets.
They are feeling these 3 little white shapes in one of them.
And I think to myself, Self? This would probably be an excellent time to take care of business, don't you think?
Self agreed with me.
I grab my little friends, but now I have a problem.
In fist form, my hand is not extricating itself easily from said pocket, the opening is a bit too small.
Finally, it comes out with a "pop".
With my elbow shooting out behind me.
Ahem, do you remember those kids I said were catching up to us?
Before we came to the sudden stop?
When my hand came out with a pop and my elbow flew back, it suddenly stopped at something soft and squishy. And I heard a gasp.
I have harmed people before at DisneyWorld.
And always Japanese people. I don't know why, it just works out that way.
So before I turn around , all I'm thinking is please don't let whomever I just nailed be a small Japanese boy.
It wasn't.
It was a small Japanese girl.
I got her right in the nose.
Her eyes were tearing up, but thankfully no blood, and I started apologizing all over the place to her.
She wouldn't have it.
"Oh no sir, I was the one at fault."
"I should never strike someone in the elbow with my face, my grandfather taught me that."
Unbelievable how nice the Japanese are.
Luckily, for this emergency, I was prepared, and knew just what to do.
I gave her the vikes.
Ok, ok, I'm kidding, take it easy.
There would have to be a lot of blood for that to happen.
I did do the right thing though.
I moved aside and let them pass before I got my drink.
The moral of the story is you hurt the ones you love when you take drugs.
Strangers, too.
We rode it twice, then went over and did Splash. All I'm thinking is "IT'S DECEMBER AND I'M DOING WATER RIDES!"
As I'm sure you know, always sit in the back on the left if you don't want to get wet. Unfortunatly, Diane also knows this, and since there is only one "back seat on the left" I get the right. And as usual take a good shot from the water canon that's timed to go off right before go inside.
I wanted a smoke, so we went over to the best smoking area in all of Disney, down by river near Tom Sawyer's Island.
Look at this, rocking chairs and everything!
Soon we're heading over for IASW and Peter pan.
The PP part was stupid for me to try now, I could not see a thing in there.
"What happened to the part where you fly over London?" I asked.
"We passed it."
"Was the power out?" "Are the Germans bombing again?"
Time for breakfast. We are not going to waste snack credits this trip, and we split an order of figaro fries from the Pinochio House.
I have no idea who came up with this idea. It's curly fries in a salad with cheese on it.
Junk food and healthy options all at the same time.
Kind of like pouring bourbon in your oatmeal.
Then it was over to Sleep Hollow for funnel cakes. Again, we split one and enjoyed sitting there looking at the castle. Looking at it, I couldn't wait to see what it looked like at night, with all the icicle lights on it.
On the way out, I grabbed a couple of fastpasses for Buzz, just in case she insists on doing this dang thing later on. By one o'clock, we are relaxing back at the piano pool, with no real sign of the PW crowd.
To be honest, there was not crowd of any kind here. No people of any kind either, and just 3 kids. But these were little kids, not the pop ones.
Maybe they belonged to Pup Warner.
I had to give these two little girls and a boy credit. They found the perfect place to play at the almost completely empty piano pool.
Under my lounger.
They were looking for frogs and lizards, and were positive I was hiding them there.
Boy, that sun felt so good, even though I was only in the pool for about 3 minutes.
By four o'clock we were changed and enjoying a cocktail by the smoking section. The shorts are gone, jeans time now for me, with real normal pockets.
I kind of fibbed to you before about sumpin. Those in my pocket were only ibuprofen, not the real ones. I didn't need them yet, so I'm not taking more than I need for nothing if I'm not in that much hurtin. But for some reason, lying in a lounger, as much as I like doing that messed up my back.
What I'm trying to say is that the real ones are going along with tonight.
Your welcome to come along too.
They used to send out postcard to let you know but aparently they aren't doing that for everyone. 
We moved from a place in La that every time you crossed the border into Texas you would smell the Papermill. Now there is a certain spot on the Hwy not too far from my house if you go by there at night you smell the lovely sewage. Top that with the fact that I am the only female in my house! Bad smells just follow me!!
(I'm too lazy to multi quote right now!)
you had lost the meds when you pulled your hand out of your pocket. That would not have been pretty.
