On a horse with no name!

[sorul82?]

My bedtime used to be by 10:00 UtahStandardTime (MST) but now that I have a LIFE...It's whenever the NyQuil kicks in!!!!

My Nabs havent arrived yet. Didnt you hear my ESP message to send snacks? From the East Coast? Some evil genius you are.

I think Twinkie Mama intercepted them.

 

[sorul82?]

We quickly exit the stadium and Mr. Clean is talking more than ever. At the tender age of 6, he has chosen a career: to work at Disney! BTW, Deep Space 9 and Mr. Clean have completely redesigned Disney’s transportation system. You’ll be happy to know that the unirail goes to every Disney resort and to the hotel formerly known as HINB. And as I am typing this, Mr. Clean is babbling something about adding bubbles to the waterfall of the Jungle Cruise, so Disney can multi-task. They can entertain guests and wash the boat at the same time! What fun!

So the Loud Family is last seen exiting LMA and working their way towards Fantasmic. We stop off to see Buzz, laugh at those who thought Al’s Toy Barn was a real store (ourselves included), and continue on our way. As we are passing Pizza Planet, the unthinkable happens…….

Somehow, some intergalactic supernatural gravity pulls us towards the Pizza Planet Pin kiosk. Must stay strong….fight addictive pin trading craze…help me….. All of the sudden, I am all alone. The rest of the Loud Family has stopped dead in their tracks with eyes aglaze. I look at P9, and think out loud: Do you know how expensive this is? See, if we had left at 2:00AM as designated in my psycho agenda, we would have had time to stop at the outlets to pick up cheap pins, and remember, YOU didn’t even want to participate is such scandalous activity. P9, “well, it won’t hurt to look. Besides, we can splurge a little.” Somebody’s feeling the magic.

Felony adds her “free” pin to her lanyard and we promise to buy DS9 and Mr. Clean a pin because it isn’t fair she has one more than they do! 10 hours later….more like 10 minutes, the Zurg releases the super gravity death grip and we again are own our way proudly displaying our new bling. P9 finds his new favorite Disney attraction: stalking CMs. 20 stops later, we arrive at Fantasmic, just minutes before the show. I was hesitant to head down the steps to scout out seats in such a carefree manner. After all, I knew that we were supposed to have been here hours ago (after spending way too much money on a dining package) to stake out a prime viewing locale. I could feel their eyes burning through my soul….nay, it was just the heat being conducted by my new bling. I did catch a few glimpses from frustrated, defeated parents who had just lost the battle of tired toddlers versus 1.5 hours of wait time. I’m sure that my new bling acted as an invisible shield to deter any thoughts popcorn throwing. Just in case, I stood up and pretended to adjust clothing, being sure to draw attention to my patriotic lanyard while sending a silent threat: “I’m armed with pins, and I’m not afraid to use them!” I’m sure that DS9 loudly informed his uninformed mother of the following: “see mama, we didn’t need to get here two hours ago to find a seat!” I think I got squirted in the head by one of the misting fans….at least I hope it was water? Anyhow, Fantasmic was…FANTASMIC! We exit the amphitheater, and begin that non-Disney resort guest walk of shame. But not before doing a little pin shopping/trading under the big hat. Finally, we drag our tired fanny buns back to the minivan, bounce back to our room, and the muted family was fast asleep.

 

[UtahMama]

Oh Pinfessions!!! "who" do you collect????? (like on the red carpet, "who" are you wearing?) I'll share:

me and DD2: Miss Piggy, Aristocats mama and Marie, Tinkerbelle attitude ones, Minnie dressed as other charaters. This Sept. we are all over the Princesses (pins not literally!)

DH: Goofy

DS17: Villans, side kicks (like mooshoo), Emperor Kuzko,Kronk, Tweetle Dee and Dum.

DS6&8: Stitch, Buzz Lightyear. This Sept. CARS!

What do you Louds collect?

 

[MyTalula]

I'm loving your TR it has been very entertaining, and realistic, I have felt like I'm there with you so many times.
Write on!

 

[sorul82?]

Oh Pinfessions!!! "who" do you collect????? (like on the red carpet, "who" are you wearing?) I'll share:

me and DD2: Miss Piggy, Aristocats mama and Marie, Tinkerbelle attitude ones, Minnie dressed as other charaters. This Sept. we are all over the Princesses (pins not literally!)

DH: Goofy

DS17: Villans, side kicks (like mooshoo), Emperor Kuzko,Kronk, Tweetle Dee and Dum.

DS6&8: Stitch, Buzz Lightyear. This Sept. CARS!

What do you Louds collect?

Me, pretty much ones that interest me...the unusual ones. any sports related, and I seem to have a thing for Goofy...no, not your Goofy!

P9- villans all the way! He is so askew.

DS9- Stitch(so he doesn't run loose) and he's working on a few cast collections.

Mr. Clean- any transportation related. He has the buses, monorails, parking lot collections

Felony collects pins that meet her cuteness standards.

 

[sorul82?]

After two long days of conquering the world without undies (going commando), the Loud Family is exhausted. I’ll take this opportunity to point out a few things: 1. I tried to convince P9 that we needed a rest day in the middle of our vacation…ok, I tried to convince myself as well. When I read about this ridiculous suggestion of wasting money on another hotel night, I was just appalled. Really, who would pay for an extra day, to be wasted doing nothing? Mmmmm tasty crow! 2. I tried to convince P9 that we should buy a 6 day ticket instead of 5. Who am I kidding? If I really wanted the 6-day, I would have bought it! I did mention that I wished we had though. 3. If we had purchased a 6 or even 7 day ticket, then there wouldn’t be this pressure to get everything done…rookie mistake. I’m full of them! Like, had I know we were going to have fun (ha ha), but who knew? The DIS knew!! Anyhow, if I had know we'd have enough fun to plan multiple return trips, I would have purchased AP’s. So many woulda coulda shoulda’s. Oh, well, things happen for a reason! If I had purchased AP’s then that space on the new shiny talking Disney Visa would not have been available for me to purchase Stanley Cup Final tickets to two games! WOO HOO Love the Carolina Hurricanes!! See, things happen for a reason!

BOT: P9: “What are we going to do today, brain?” Me: “Same thing we do everyday pinky, try to take over the world!” Pinky and the Brain, one is a genius, the other’s insane! Somebody stop me, PLEASE!!

We wake up bright and early on this Tuesday morning. No time to drag butt, as we have a date with Donald. Everyone showered, I apply an entire pack of band-aids to my blistered feet, and away we go. We pull up to the toll, and it’s closed. What? But we have a breakfast ressie…open up this instant…don’t you know who I am? Apparently everyone else who drove up thought they were someone too. One by one, we all received the lecture that the parking lot opened at 7:30 and we would have plenty of time to make our 8:00 ressie. Yea, tell that to the belligerent foreign man! Let me say that 30 minutes is not enough time to pay, park, walk, bag check, two-finger stretch, and hike to Dinoland. It indeed takes 33 minutes. Perhaps the blisters slowed me down. So, quick review of Breakfastasaurus:
Me: it was ok, but I’m antsy to get to the Safari…really wish I would have taken the time to enjoy it more. Plus I feared my sausage breath might bring on “When animals attack at Disney” and I’m not quite ready for my role as leading lunch.
P9 thought it was one of the best meals ever, and he is the breakfast expert.
DS9: great
Felony: too upset about getting syrup on her pink lanyard and pink fanny pack.
Mr. Clean: oooh, hokie….can I use it?

We finish breakfast, rush outside, only to be stopped by the official I can’t let you go further in the park because of cleaning crew equipment CM. But it’s 9:00 and look at the hoards of common people flowing in who didn’t book an 8:00 AM breakfast so they go get a head start towards the safari! Move it lady, before you make me feel like I just wasted $80! But I haven’t received the signal. If she had said that her radio was turned off….. Now I shouldn’t blame this CM because I am tired, cranky, and angry with myself because I have blisters and can’t move as fast as I would like. But, she still wouldn’t let us go until another CM came over and told her to let these people pass. Where are the foreign people when you need them? Our less than peppy mostly quiet family half trots towards the Safari. My foot pain is getting the best of me so my soon to be lime green wearing, LGMHPC partner in crime tells me stop and he will go get FP’s so we can take our time. This is a win-win because I get a little break, and P9 gets to add another notch to his FP belt. We kindly stay put where he left us, and we are finishing up a visit with Baloo when he returns. Our mission of saving the elephant is complete, and we help DS9 prepare his thesis on poaching as we mosey(I said mosey) towards camp Minnie-Mickey. Here we take in the Festival of the Lion King and Felony is chosen to give her best lion roar for the crowd. Quite impressive, as she stole the hearts of the audience. (I might add that she was the second choice because Mr. Clean turned down the offer.) After the show, we reluctantly leave the theater, and hobble towards EE. Have I mentioned yet how tired and exhausted we are? Now throw hot in with that, I am becoming very grumpy! But, our troops must continue because we won’t be back at Disney for a long long time. P9 notches another hole, and we decide to check out Dinoland since we have two hours to kill. Dinoland is tackier than South of the Border, and not Disneyesque at all. Could have been the heat, but that is how I remember it. It’s time for a quick WRTA and an extended TRT (tail rest time). Let’s see, 75 degrees was an unbearable heat wave in March, but I’m looking forward to our trip when it will be 95 degrees. Can anyone explain? P9 wanted to go on Dinosaur, but we over heard some exiting riders say, “that was disturbing.” I checked my psycho agenda, but all I found was an “out to lunch” sign. We went to the boneyard, which explains exactly how I felt….extinct, where we again, had TRT, ate some nabs, and discussed our options while the kidlets played. P9 suggested that we ditch AK and go do some outlet shopping. Have I told you all how much I love this man? He continues to say, “and maybe DTD for some more shopping and that Russell Stover ice cream place you mentioned.” (I could have cared less that he had his chocolate brands mixed up) Did my hansom love muffin just mention shopping and chocolate in the same sentence? Oh no, I am extinct and hades is below 32 degrees. Kids, come quick….we have a lost daddy. Attention Animal Kingdom guests: “we have a lost P9, if you find him, please keep him, we prefer this one better!” A quick round up of the kidlets, get them hydrated, and head for the exit. But, we make one last stop…..

 

[princesslibby]

Where?

 

[sorul82?]

The 3-D shows were quickly becoming a Loud Family favorite, so we couldn’t miss ITTBAB. I can be a bit wishy washy, a fence rider, if you will. I appreciate that Disney isn’t always the most PC, but at the same time, it’s Disney and some things can be a bit scary. Or just blame parents for being uninformed. Hey, we do our best, usually. Again, since I had not experienced this event, I could not honestly tell my little ones about this show. Plus I didn’t want them to back out….bad mama, bad. All was ok until we got to the bee, or yellow jacket, or whatever it was. You see, my three wee ones have been traumatized by flying yellow jacket wasp-like critters. #1 Last Labor Day weekend, we were awaiting the start of a Pop Warner football game. Felony was sitting, playing, seeing the world through rose colored glasses. A few of the “well-behaved” boys, who had repeatedly been warned to stay away from a pile of debris, agitated a wasp nest. Of course, Felony is the one to get stung…right in the middle of her forehead. Our friendly local 4H boy scout hero, made a dirt paste with his spit and then plopped it right on Felony’s head. #2 Two summers ago, we are at our local health department, securing the free but necessary documents to enroll my darlings in school (aka free day care, aka break for mama aka avoiding jail time for violating truancy laws). Anyhow, the handy landscapers disturbed a yellow jacket nest right at the entrance. I don’t know if it hitched a ride on us, or someone else, but it ended up in Mr. Clean’s shirt. He was pretty calm, and said, excuse me mama, my belly is stung. We are deep inside a building, so I was a little miffed. Stung? By what? We’re in building. A lady said she saw “it” land it the chair. The health dept staff freaked out, and I believe they were ready with a stretcher…he’s not allergic. Everyone is calm except those who should be calm. I’d hate to depend on these people in a real crisis. #3 Also two years ago. We had a lot of rocks in the yard, so when P9 would mow, DS9 was to follow and pick up rocks. We had seen some yellow jacket activity, but not recently. Anyhow, for some reason, P9 turned around and saw a black swarm over DS9’s head. He yelled, “RUN” not knowing the appropriate way to handle this situation. FYI: yellow jackets build nests in the ground. They do not have barbed stingers, so they keep jabbing their prey like a jackhammer, they detect motion, so the moving object must be what disturbed the nest, they can signal others to join the attack, this signal can go up to a mile. Now, close your eyes, and picture this scene...uh nevermind, then you can’t read. Ok, mama in the kitchen sees boy running at full speed…here comes dad, chasing, catches son, and starts smacking him…son is screaming bloody murder. I call out to hubby’s uncle who was here helping out with some carpentry work…uncle outside now smacking the both of them. Can’t you just picture this scene? All I could do was stand there helpless because my hands were covered with yuk as I had just shoved a beer can in a chicken’s butt. (will explain this in a minute). Where is that tag fairy? Ok, so why didn’t I join in smack fest 2004? Being that I am the “expert” with yellow jackets, I knew that 1. I was covered in food. 2. Yellow jackets would direct their attention to yummy food source. 3. If I started smacking these three boys with my buttered beer salmonella hands, we would now have four people under a frenzied attack. If any of you readers are allergic to bee stings, I’m sorry to torture you in this manner. Back to the chicken: Beer in the butt chicken is mmmm tasty!

So why on earth would I tell you the sting stories? Just in case you happened to be at AK on 3/28, or in Orlando for that matter, and heard Felony scream. I see a pattern here…..

 

[SleepingBeautyDreamr]

Did you get any pictures of Baloo?

 

[chucklhd]

ok here's a little TMI but that was so funny I made my friend pee her pants. Love when stories do that. I have a former student who does it every time he laughs (and then of course laughs some more). Thank goodness he is in middle school and not tortured by his friends, oh wait he is in middle school and tortured daily anyway but doesn't care because he is laughing so hard at that point.

 

[TwinkieMama]

taking time out from my non disney vacation to post on your thread, while enjoying a dinner of nabs (thanks sorul82? sorry UM but kansas is directly between Carolina and Utah)..... yep we are cheap dates even when not in disney (when is the real world getting the dining plan?)

funny stuff everywhere

I have been on the road with 2 pirates, 2 princessess and one southern belle since 2:30 am so I am way too tired to be coherent.... but your TR is keeping me sane while forced to supervise small children watching cartoon network, so thanks for the fun

 

[SlightlyGoofy]

Sorul82, you done ruined my evening. After a full day of doing good deeds I was headed home to work my tail off for a party I am having Wednesday and here I am, hijacked by this thread and unable to extracate myself.

She got off on account of cuteness, but there was a lot of crying involved!

I do need to ask. Who was doing the crying, she or thee??

I once succumbed to the siren call of "South of the Border". It is an experience never to be missed. Make sure you take lots of Pepto, hand wipes and a spare injection of penicillin though.

I am off to read a few more pages of your episodic and entertaining epic. (ok, I'll probably read it all) If my bathrooms do not pass muster with my friends I am blaming it ALL on you.

BTW, when I lived in NC, eons ago, I was told that a Tar Heel was a person who lived in NC. Did they lie to me? If so, I am heartbroken and greatly disappointed as I knew such nice people when I were there.

Your off beat buddy, Linda /Slightly Goofy

 

[tiggerbell]

Check it: I have a bad habit of planning out everything in my head, and expecting those around me to read my mind, take notes, comprehend, and be ready at a moments notice to jump into action! But again, me: the family:

BREAKTHROUGH MOMENT! I think you have just summed up what a lifetime of therapy would never have done for me!!! (Of course, that would entail me GOING to therapy first! ) What do I owe you?

 

[SlightlyGoofy]

sorul82?, I could just hug yer neck. That is what my NC fil used to say. Never heard it anywhere else but just love that phrase.

Why is it that when I cross the Ohio River from IN to KY I start talking jest lack y'all?? It is infectious.

Slightly Goofy who is having a great evening and refuses to think about any possible regret tomorrow. I just will NOT give my guests any beverages and that should solve the bathroom problem.

 

[UtahMama]

WHERE is the tag fairy indeed?!!!! You gave her/him some juicy morsels!!!

If I could choose your tag it would say, "...Beer-in-the-butt-chicken is Mmmm Tasty"! or ..."conquering the world without undies..."

Oh, how I wish I had the tag fairies powers.
Where IS she/he? Has ANYONE lately had a tag?
Are we forced to tag ourselves? Some people have 2 or 3! NO FAIR!

I, of course, love Felony even more. Good taste in pins. Good taste all around.


Twinkie!!!!! You have temporary access to the DIS! How's the loooong road trip? I'd rather give birth to a 10 pound baby cactus, naturally, than be on a road trip with the one's I love the most in all the world.

 

[SlightlyGoofy]

Sorul82, I think we may be living parallel lives. I do all the driving as my husband is Mr. Magoo. He has literally driven up on sidewalks because he likes to window shop. I do all the planning and dh just follows me around happy as long as there is food involved.

Sarcasm is my favorite kind of humor as I grew up on it. I learned all I know at my mother's knee (and other joints) .

I just peed in my pants!

Now if you had went commando you would not have been in that pickle.

Slightly Goofy who cannot keep up with it all but is sure having fun trying. I may have to read this a time or two to comprehend all the many facets.

 

[SlightlyGoofy]

As the grandmother of six delightfully imperfect grandkids I hereby give hope to all of you still wallowing in the midst of childrearing, as fulfilling as it might be (sometimes).

Just hang in there a generation or so until you become grandparents. You get to pick and choose when you want the company of the small and entertaining people. When you are out and about en family or just visiting their home you will be rewarded for not killing your very own offspring when THEIRS decide to replicate 'certain' behaviors. As their parents deal with the problem, embarrassed at having you see that they have not been able to be any more perfect parents than you SHOULD have been to them, you can sit back, sigh and quietly smile as YOU realize that it is no longer YOUR job.

Your job, should you choose to accept the assignment, is to love, adore and spoil the children totally rotten (as well as tell them tales of their parent's childhood transgressions)and then send them home when you are as entertained as you wish to be.

Good luck to you all and may you still be taking WDW vacations with your children and, later, grandchildren into perpetuity.

Slightly Goofy/Grandma

 

[sorul82?]

Did you get any pictures of Baloo?

No, we seem to keep having a battery problem...as in forget to put new ones in the camera type problem.

 

[sorul82?]

BREAKTHROUGH MOMENT! I think you have just summed up what a lifetime of therapy would never have done for me!!! (Of course, that would entail me GOING to therapy first! ) What do I owe you?

One Dole Whip and One Turkey Leg!

 

[sorul82?]

U Mama,

You have got to invest in a DVD player and some headphones!

OOH, NC State, a DISer I met on the sweet tea thread, can hook you up with some bootlegged refreshments!