Tinkerbellarella
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"So, my old foe, we meet on the battlefield once again." ~ The Jabberwocky
This chapter could also be called:
Setting Oneself Up for Failure
Here's When I'll Update Now Don't Bother Me...Only Kidding!
What's Left To Plan When One's Planned All the Plans 4 Months Out?
Now that things are all official and all that happy horsestuff, here's how things are gonna work 'roun these here parts (channeling my inner LegoMom, y'all).
There are 121 days until this trip.
That equates to 10 nail appointments, 3 pedicures, 3 massage therapy appointments (Dear LORD I can't wait for the next one), two other vacations (one, possibly a road trip to TN with the BF, BIL and family for a visit to BF's grandparents), approximately 1.2 nervous breakdowns (I'm conservatively guestimating), one birth (NOT I, said the goose), one pregnancy confirmation, a new pair of Crocs and a partridge in a pear tree.
Or, more importantly to you, 18 weeks. Why is 18 weeks important to you? Because it means 18 updates. You will receive one major update to this PTR a week, and possibly some minor, less significant ones here and there, like when I get a really cute new pair of shoes that will totally relate to this trip in a "six degrees to Kevin Bacon" kind of way.
The updates will cover, including but not limited to and in no special order, the following:
Who are we? And why do you care about our cat throwing up in BF's Croc flops?
What will we eat? And will I regret my Dining Plan choice when BF eats up all MY snack credits?
What will we pack? And will BF lose his pants again at the Security Screening?
Where are we staying? And will it further reinforce our need for children of ONLY the animal variety?
What will we do? And will we come back on separate flights after BF "divorces" me for being a Disney Drill Sargeant?
Will costumes be in the works? And hey, who's running this trip planning thing, BF?
What are our MUST DO's? And why is it we're already having to cross one off the list?
Why do people think they can find their one true love on reality TV? Has no one learned anything from Flavor Flav?
Ok, maybe not that last one.
Since most of the plans are in place, I'm considering creating polls and letting YOU decide what each subsequent update will be about. Kind of like those nifty choose-your-own-adventure books from when we were kids.
Only there will be no turning to page 17 for, "You weren't watching where you were walking. You tripped and fell in a well. The End"
I ALWAYS picked that ending.
Regardless, there is some info. I will give to you right now. Yes, right now!
Are you ready?
Really ready?
Wait for it...
For anyone who may have missed it since it was only vaguely embedded in our flight info, the trip is from 9/19/10-9/25/10. Because we're travelling during Free Dining season (does that mean first timers who run over you with their strollers are "in season?) I expect that I'll ultimately end up in the World at the same time as some of my readers.
(INCLUDING YOU LURKERS OUT THERE. I KNOW YOU'RE THERE. I SEE YOU CLICKING ON THE LINK. MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN. I DON'T SMELL. I SHOWER. OFTEN.)
(Seriously, dudes, say hi.)
In the past I've been totally, 100% open to DIS meets. That's exactly how I met mis DISsister, TarzansKat, and like the totally sweetest woman on the planet who has the strangest luck with processed meats and their associated bread wrappers, LegoMom. However, BF, as has been well documented thus far, is not the biggest Disney fan of them all. And he thinks I'm part of some Internet Disney cult. And he isn't a fan of strangers. So I can't promise you that I'll be able to plan any meets.
BUT
That doesn't mean you shouldn't stop me and say hi should you see me and recognize me in the parks because you happen to know all our plans and I've happened to post pics of us many times and pics of all of my outfit choices for the week. And if I happen to "know" you, I'll say hi too.
Though I warn you, sometimes I'm completely clueless of my surroundings. Like when I accidentally ran over that raccoon the night I was driving home with the most ridiculous migraine ever and BF said, "Um, did you not see that raccoon?" and I was all like, "What raccoon?" and he was like, "Um, the one you just ran over," and I was all like, "What?!" and started crying and he said, "It was the BIGGEST raccoon I've ever seen and it was jumping up and down and waving those glow sticks the airport guys have to direct planes, screaming 'Please don't hit me Miss Oblivious Driver'!"
Or something like that.
(LegoMom - I apologize for the raccoon reference in your currently depressed procyonid (read: raccoon) state.
)
But we'll see. Maybe that will change. Stranger things have happened. Look what happened with Daniel Radcliffe and Robert Pattinson. They both were in Harry Potter. Now, one has done a play. Naked. And with horses. The other is on teen girls' (and moms', ahem) pillowcases worldwide. And Cedric DIED in the 4th book. Who saw THAT little twist of fate coming?
So, stay tuned, my friends, more to come next week.
(I SEE YOU LURKERS!)
This chapter could also be called:
Setting Oneself Up for Failure
Here's When I'll Update Now Don't Bother Me...Only Kidding!
What's Left To Plan When One's Planned All the Plans 4 Months Out?
Now that things are all official and all that happy horsestuff, here's how things are gonna work 'roun these here parts (channeling my inner LegoMom, y'all).
There are 121 days until this trip.
That equates to 10 nail appointments, 3 pedicures, 3 massage therapy appointments (Dear LORD I can't wait for the next one), two other vacations (one, possibly a road trip to TN with the BF, BIL and family for a visit to BF's grandparents), approximately 1.2 nervous breakdowns (I'm conservatively guestimating), one birth (NOT I, said the goose), one pregnancy confirmation, a new pair of Crocs and a partridge in a pear tree.
Or, more importantly to you, 18 weeks. Why is 18 weeks important to you? Because it means 18 updates. You will receive one major update to this PTR a week, and possibly some minor, less significant ones here and there, like when I get a really cute new pair of shoes that will totally relate to this trip in a "six degrees to Kevin Bacon" kind of way.
The updates will cover, including but not limited to and in no special order, the following:
Who are we? And why do you care about our cat throwing up in BF's Croc flops?
What will we eat? And will I regret my Dining Plan choice when BF eats up all MY snack credits?
What will we pack? And will BF lose his pants again at the Security Screening?
Where are we staying? And will it further reinforce our need for children of ONLY the animal variety?
What will we do? And will we come back on separate flights after BF "divorces" me for being a Disney Drill Sargeant?
Will costumes be in the works? And hey, who's running this trip planning thing, BF?
What are our MUST DO's? And why is it we're already having to cross one off the list?
Why do people think they can find their one true love on reality TV? Has no one learned anything from Flavor Flav?
Ok, maybe not that last one.
Since most of the plans are in place, I'm considering creating polls and letting YOU decide what each subsequent update will be about. Kind of like those nifty choose-your-own-adventure books from when we were kids.
Only there will be no turning to page 17 for, "You weren't watching where you were walking. You tripped and fell in a well. The End"
I ALWAYS picked that ending.
Regardless, there is some info. I will give to you right now. Yes, right now!
Are you ready?
Really ready?
Wait for it...
For anyone who may have missed it since it was only vaguely embedded in our flight info, the trip is from 9/19/10-9/25/10. Because we're travelling during Free Dining season (does that mean first timers who run over you with their strollers are "in season?) I expect that I'll ultimately end up in the World at the same time as some of my readers.
(INCLUDING YOU LURKERS OUT THERE. I KNOW YOU'RE THERE. I SEE YOU CLICKING ON THE LINK. MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN. I DON'T SMELL. I SHOWER. OFTEN.)
(Seriously, dudes, say hi.)
In the past I've been totally, 100% open to DIS meets. That's exactly how I met mis DISsister, TarzansKat, and like the totally sweetest woman on the planet who has the strangest luck with processed meats and their associated bread wrappers, LegoMom. However, BF, as has been well documented thus far, is not the biggest Disney fan of them all. And he thinks I'm part of some Internet Disney cult. And he isn't a fan of strangers. So I can't promise you that I'll be able to plan any meets.
BUT
That doesn't mean you shouldn't stop me and say hi should you see me and recognize me in the parks because you happen to know all our plans and I've happened to post pics of us many times and pics of all of my outfit choices for the week. And if I happen to "know" you, I'll say hi too.
Though I warn you, sometimes I'm completely clueless of my surroundings. Like when I accidentally ran over that raccoon the night I was driving home with the most ridiculous migraine ever and BF said, "Um, did you not see that raccoon?" and I was all like, "What raccoon?" and he was like, "Um, the one you just ran over," and I was all like, "What?!" and started crying and he said, "It was the BIGGEST raccoon I've ever seen and it was jumping up and down and waving those glow sticks the airport guys have to direct planes, screaming 'Please don't hit me Miss Oblivious Driver'!"
Or something like that.
(LegoMom - I apologize for the raccoon reference in your currently depressed procyonid (read: raccoon) state.
)But we'll see. Maybe that will change. Stranger things have happened. Look what happened with Daniel Radcliffe and Robert Pattinson. They both were in Harry Potter. Now, one has done a play. Naked. And with horses. The other is on teen girls' (and moms', ahem) pillowcases worldwide. And Cedric DIED in the 4th book. Who saw THAT little twist of fate coming?
So, stay tuned, my friends, more to come next week.
(I SEE YOU LURKERS!)
Just kidding.
It's something near and dear to my heart, don'tcha know....
(the cat barf, not your BF's 
