TaraLee4
DisneyPrincess
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- Mar 6, 2006
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You know what June 12th means? It means I havent sleep properly in 4 days. Ive checked and rechecked and triple checked my bank account to make sure I could really afford this trip. Ive spent 3 days cleaning my house, because who wants to come home to a dirty house? Ive been on the DIS every free second Ive had. EVERY SECOND. My DFi is pissed because I spend all my free time on the computer and he cant look up world cup information. He spends the better part of the afternoon trying to tell me he needs to watch at least one soccer game everyday. Please. This is Disneyworld. Soccer. Disneyworld. Soccer. Disneyworld. Well, I know which one I picked.
Then it was 5:15pm. And it was time.
**Cue scary background music**
It was time to take the cat to my mothers.
This should be a SWAT team operation. I mean really. Olly Rock (Olly for short) is our little prince. He has his own set of dishes for crying out loud (okay theyre plastic and cheap, but I dont eat off them!) He has his own toy box. We buy him special food and expensive litter that really doesnt make my apartment smell.
And obviously, this all needs to go to my mothers. Because he cant be without any of it. So the dishes, food, toys go in the car. Steve dumped the litter box and was washing it out outside as I put the harness on the cat. (dont ask)
Yes. This was one of the most interesting 45 minutes of my life. Both Steve and I were severely scratched carrying him from the house to the car (hes an inside cat, we live on a main road) by severely, I mean we healed just in time to get scratched and bit again on the way home. Hes freaking out in the car. I should have gotten gas before we left, but who thinks of silly things like gas? Cat at a gas station? Hope everyones got a mental picture, because there wasnt time to take a real one. Once back inside the car and it is in motion however, Olly becomes a dog. Presses his face up against the window, stares at everything driving by. Climbs around. Steve took his eyes off of him for 3 Seconds .
Yeah, its hard to drive standard when theres a cat at the petal.
After many meows and ows, we reach my mothers (cue more scary music) house. Once inside the house, and the leash and harness were off, he took off. To hide. And meow. And look so sad that even I, considered, just for a second, staying home because he looked so miserable. He hid under the computer desk for the hour we were there. And Meowed. Just so you have a picture, heres my cat:
Isnt he so precious? If felt like the cruelest kitty-momma. Then I said we had to go because I couldnt take it anymore. And so we left, after promising my sister that if she took extra-good care of him we would get her a special present.
And so we headed home to pack. And pack. Oh, and then pack another suitcase. Apparently its a good thing I bought the whole luggage set, because we realized we were over-packers (of course we realized this later). 4 suitcases for us. 2 of us. 7 days. In my defense, the super-huge suitcase was 3/4ths empty. Im also an over-shopper. Oh, plus I had a pink bag for toting around the parks. Pink with Lime Green. Its noticeable from a distance. its also waterproof, which is why I bought it in the first place. Finally, Steves mom calls us around 9. We walk upstairs (CONFESSION: we rent our apartment from his mom. Its cheap and convenient. However, I dont particularly like it.) so his mother can give us $100 to spend on ourselves as if the whole trip wasnt about that in the first place. She reminds us to get something special for Kaylie. (who wasnt coming because she would have missed her last week of school and because she started crying hysterically when we told her we were flying. She begged us not to take her. *sigh* shes only 5, shes coming next time, crying or not.)
So we go back downstairs, except it was strange not to be met at the door by the cat. Its late now, so Steve says its time to go to bed. To sleep. Please, like Im going to sleep.
IM GOING TO DISNEYWORLD!!
So, he slept. I did some last minute weather.com checking. Alberto was awfully close. My mother had said something about lots of rain. I dont get out much, I dont have time to check the weather in my own city, much less other cities. I got a little nervous, but some DIS friends said that the weather wasnt too bad, just rain. So, feeling ready for any adventure (mostly because it didn't involve going to work), I snuggled down in bed and put the Disney vacation video in.
And counted down the minutes, because if you think I slept, you're crazy!
Up Next: I was gonna cruise with the top down
Then it was 5:15pm. And it was time.
**Cue scary background music**
It was time to take the cat to my mothers.
This should be a SWAT team operation. I mean really. Olly Rock (Olly for short) is our little prince. He has his own set of dishes for crying out loud (okay theyre plastic and cheap, but I dont eat off them!) He has his own toy box. We buy him special food and expensive litter that really doesnt make my apartment smell.
And obviously, this all needs to go to my mothers. Because he cant be without any of it. So the dishes, food, toys go in the car. Steve dumped the litter box and was washing it out outside as I put the harness on the cat. (dont ask)
Yes. This was one of the most interesting 45 minutes of my life. Both Steve and I were severely scratched carrying him from the house to the car (hes an inside cat, we live on a main road) by severely, I mean we healed just in time to get scratched and bit again on the way home. Hes freaking out in the car. I should have gotten gas before we left, but who thinks of silly things like gas? Cat at a gas station? Hope everyones got a mental picture, because there wasnt time to take a real one. Once back inside the car and it is in motion however, Olly becomes a dog. Presses his face up against the window, stares at everything driving by. Climbs around. Steve took his eyes off of him for 3 Seconds .
Yeah, its hard to drive standard when theres a cat at the petal.
After many meows and ows, we reach my mothers (cue more scary music) house. Once inside the house, and the leash and harness were off, he took off. To hide. And meow. And look so sad that even I, considered, just for a second, staying home because he looked so miserable. He hid under the computer desk for the hour we were there. And Meowed. Just so you have a picture, heres my cat:
Isnt he so precious? If felt like the cruelest kitty-momma. Then I said we had to go because I couldnt take it anymore. And so we left, after promising my sister that if she took extra-good care of him we would get her a special present.
And so we headed home to pack. And pack. Oh, and then pack another suitcase. Apparently its a good thing I bought the whole luggage set, because we realized we were over-packers (of course we realized this later). 4 suitcases for us. 2 of us. 7 days. In my defense, the super-huge suitcase was 3/4ths empty. Im also an over-shopper. Oh, plus I had a pink bag for toting around the parks. Pink with Lime Green. Its noticeable from a distance. its also waterproof, which is why I bought it in the first place. Finally, Steves mom calls us around 9. We walk upstairs (CONFESSION: we rent our apartment from his mom. Its cheap and convenient. However, I dont particularly like it.) so his mother can give us $100 to spend on ourselves as if the whole trip wasnt about that in the first place. She reminds us to get something special for Kaylie. (who wasnt coming because she would have missed her last week of school and because she started crying hysterically when we told her we were flying. She begged us not to take her. *sigh* shes only 5, shes coming next time, crying or not.)
So we go back downstairs, except it was strange not to be met at the door by the cat. Its late now, so Steve says its time to go to bed. To sleep. Please, like Im going to sleep.
IM GOING TO DISNEYWORLD!!
So, he slept. I did some last minute weather.com checking. Alberto was awfully close. My mother had said something about lots of rain. I dont get out much, I dont have time to check the weather in my own city, much less other cities. I got a little nervous, but some DIS friends said that the weather wasnt too bad, just rain. So, feeling ready for any adventure (mostly because it didn't involve going to work), I snuggled down in bed and put the Disney vacation video in.
And counted down the minutes, because if you think I slept, you're crazy!
Up Next: I was gonna cruise with the top down
i guess it never ends
Anyways, I booked the trip and the plan tickets and all that and then I started to think... omg what if he is only going so I won't be mad at him for not going. I asked him and he said he wanted to go.
