One happyhaunt, Two happyhaunt, Red happyhaunt, Blue happyhaunt!(newer, pg 31.)
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1000thhappyhaunt
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Wonders10 said:
Yes, my friend, I can honestly say that I am a TRUE fan of THE BAMA!
Cheers, Mel.
genius
Yzma and Kronk
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.....you were just on the Jungle Cruise....and now still at the airport eating sun chips.
This is one, two, three crazy TR's!!
And me think Zzub is right!
But....baabaabaabaabaa....I'm lovin' it!
I guess this is proof that it's working.
1000thhappyhaunt
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Before I actually dialed West Point... my childhood home... to speak to The General.
I put mustard on my turkey sandwich. Along with mayo.
That's right. Turkey sandwiches must always be served with spicy brown mustard.
In my little world.
In Tommy's world they come with lettuce, cheese, mayo and a little butter.
So we split the sandwich and created two completely different ones.
We put the sunchips on a seat between us along with our chocolate milks and had a lovely picnic.
At Gate 16. I believe.
The airport was really really quiet and there were less than 20 people at our gate area waiting for the same flight. As we were.
It was strangely quiet.
As usual Tommy took FOREVER to eat his sandwich and, yet, wouldn't let me have any of the sunchips.
He first told me, "I may want to eat all the chips myself."
And then slapped my hand anytime it went near the bag.
Which made me kinda laugh.
'Cause he glowered at me at the same time.
And he's really little and cute.
And selfish.
And violent.
Heh heh.
Anywho... I was finished WAY before him and so I pulled out my cell phone and proceeded to dial my Mother.
The General.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The General: Hello.
Me: Hi.
The General: WHAT'S WRONG?! Where are you? Did you miss your flight? How is Tommy? Where is everyone else?!!!
Me: I want to thank you, Mother, for passing on your optomistic personality to me. Oh. Nevermind. That was Dad.
The General: Where are you? Miss Smarty Pants.
Me: Waiting to get on the plane. Everything is good. I just wanted to say good-bye. Tommy too.
The General: Nevermind that. Just be careful. Remember to put lots of sunscreen on Tommy. Don't let him eat too much junk. No seafood, either. You have to be careful. Don't go on any of the dangerous rides.
Me: The sunscreen is a problem. I don't have any.
The General: What happened? Did you forget it?
Me: No they took it from me at security. Along with my sword and pocket knife.
The General: Why did you have a sword and pocket knife?
Me: I'm a pirate.
The General: I don't have time for this, Melancholy. Why did you have a pocket knife?
Me: I always carry one in my purse or knapsack.
The General: Why?
Me: I like to be prepared.
The General: Just be careful with Tommy on the rides. Don't do the Rocket Mountain one. Or the Log-ride Mountain, or the Train Mountain or the Bigfoot one.
Me: Heh heh. Gotcha... skip: Rocket, Log, Train and Gorilla Mountains. What does that leave us with, Mom? It's a Small World and Cinderella's Carousel. That's pretty much it, huh?
The General: Don't be smart. Take him on the submarine one, too. Your father loved that one. And I really like that ride in Epcot. With the little dolls.
Me: Great. We are also "go" for 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea and El Rio Del Tiempo. This is gonna be great. I hope we can get FASTPASSES for them.
The General: What's a Fastpass?
Me: Maelstrom! Is a Fastpass. Heh heh.
The General: Pardon? Oh nevermind. Just be careful.
Me: Ok. And thanks for dropping the money off for souveniers for the kids... you're a pretty...
The General: Oh. There's the doorbell. Goodbye.
Click.
Heh heh.
Tommy: I may want to talk to Baba now.
Me: Too late. We'll call her tomorrow. Please may I have one sunchip?
Tommy: No you may not.
At this moment. A man and woman from the airline walked up to the counter and the man made an announcement.
Our plane was still in Baltimore.
Yep.
Not in the air yet.
There was a storm. There.
It was indefinitely delayed.
Super.
We'd already been waiting close to an hour.
What to do?
In the airport with a five-year old.
For TWO HOURS.
Yep. That's right. It ended up being two hours later than scheduled.
Our 7:45pm flight to Orlando left around quarter to 10. Instead.
So... we explored the airport for a bit.
Bought a chocolate bar for Tommy.
And a Disney travel magnetic board game.
Ran back and forth on the Jetson's Moving Sidewalk thingie.
A bunch of times.
Checked out the washrooms.
Both the women's and the men's.
Heh heh.
Took pictures. Of nothing. As usual.
Played with the magnetic zoo game.
Called Mellyman and Beth and Calvin. Interrupted their dinner.
Honked each other's noses till they were darn sore.
And befriended another little guy named "Thomas" whose parents were headed to Orlando too.
Repeatedly harassed the Southwest Airline guy about when our flight would be there.
And re-read the instructions on how to use an Epi-pen about four times.
Plus I read a chair, counted Tommy's freckles and imagined that everyone else waiting for our plane was naked.
Shudder!
The last one I don't recommend. Anywhere. But... especially in Buffalo.
No offense. And all that.
You make great wings and Beef on Weck... for a group of sun-starved, pasty, Northern folk.
What I'm sayin' is this: WE HAD TO GET TO ORLANDO!
Soon.
I was already running out of money and creative ways to amuse my youngest son.
We played "I Spy Something Beige". Too. Many. Times.
Plus... I KNOW what you're all thinking... BESIDES I'm a grammatically declined idiot.
The late flight was MAYBE... just maybe... an omen. Of sorts.
A sign that our trip was, not only, off to a bad start but that perhaps we'd continue down this crazy path.
With a bunch of naked Buffalonians.
But... I'm here to tell you: No.
Everything from that point on when pretty smoothly. We had a few little bumps in the road but for the most part our Two-happyhaunt trip to Disney went smooth as silk.
We even made a bunch of new friends along the way.
For example... there was this fellow:
Tis The Dis. And no explanation is necessary.
I think.
He was very shy and friendly. And polite. And... really... not that shy.
Heh heh.
And then there was this fellow:
His name was Bruce. And he was a little less friendly.
Then this guy:
He was my buddy from Alabama. We met at the Coke Place. And, although, I only knew him for like... only FIVE MINUTES. He trusted Me(l) enough to take my glowing recomendation of the Beverly. And try a big slug of it.
After a few "Roll Tides!"... all was well again. Tho.
Oh.
And this handsome gentleman. From our flight home:
Who interrupted his standard safely instruction speech. To give Me(l) a little crap.
And threaten me with a Fairy Timeout.
For foolin' around.
When I should have been listening.
Heh heh.
Cheers, Mel.
To be continued. Up next: Da PLANE! Da plane!!!!!
Finally.
I put mustard on my turkey sandwich. Along with mayo.
That's right. Turkey sandwiches must always be served with spicy brown mustard.
In my little world.
In Tommy's world they come with lettuce, cheese, mayo and a little butter.
So we split the sandwich and created two completely different ones.
We put the sunchips on a seat between us along with our chocolate milks and had a lovely picnic.
At Gate 16. I believe.
The airport was really really quiet and there were less than 20 people at our gate area waiting for the same flight. As we were.
It was strangely quiet.
As usual Tommy took FOREVER to eat his sandwich and, yet, wouldn't let me have any of the sunchips.
He first told me, "I may want to eat all the chips myself."
And then slapped my hand anytime it went near the bag.
Which made me kinda laugh.
'Cause he glowered at me at the same time.
And he's really little and cute.
And selfish.
And violent.
Heh heh.
Anywho... I was finished WAY before him and so I pulled out my cell phone and proceeded to dial my Mother.
The General.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The General: Hello.
Me: Hi.
The General: WHAT'S WRONG?! Where are you? Did you miss your flight? How is Tommy? Where is everyone else?!!!
Me: I want to thank you, Mother, for passing on your optomistic personality to me. Oh. Nevermind. That was Dad.
The General: Where are you? Miss Smarty Pants.
Me: Waiting to get on the plane. Everything is good. I just wanted to say good-bye. Tommy too.
The General: Nevermind that. Just be careful. Remember to put lots of sunscreen on Tommy. Don't let him eat too much junk. No seafood, either. You have to be careful. Don't go on any of the dangerous rides.
Me: The sunscreen is a problem. I don't have any.
The General: What happened? Did you forget it?
Me: No they took it from me at security. Along with my sword and pocket knife.
The General: Why did you have a sword and pocket knife?
Me: I'm a pirate.
The General: I don't have time for this, Melancholy. Why did you have a pocket knife?
Me: I always carry one in my purse or knapsack.
The General: Why?
Me: I like to be prepared.
The General: Just be careful with Tommy on the rides. Don't do the Rocket Mountain one. Or the Log-ride Mountain, or the Train Mountain or the Bigfoot one.
Me: Heh heh. Gotcha... skip: Rocket, Log, Train and Gorilla Mountains. What does that leave us with, Mom? It's a Small World and Cinderella's Carousel. That's pretty much it, huh?
The General: Don't be smart. Take him on the submarine one, too. Your father loved that one. And I really like that ride in Epcot. With the little dolls.
Me: Great. We are also "go" for 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea and El Rio Del Tiempo. This is gonna be great. I hope we can get FASTPASSES for them.
The General: What's a Fastpass?
Me: Maelstrom! Is a Fastpass. Heh heh.
The General: Pardon? Oh nevermind. Just be careful.
Me: Ok. And thanks for dropping the money off for souveniers for the kids... you're a pretty...
The General: Oh. There's the doorbell. Goodbye.
Click.
Heh heh.
Tommy: I may want to talk to Baba now.
Me: Too late. We'll call her tomorrow. Please may I have one sunchip?
Tommy: No you may not.
At this moment. A man and woman from the airline walked up to the counter and the man made an announcement.
Our plane was still in Baltimore.
Yep.
Not in the air yet.
There was a storm. There.
It was indefinitely delayed.
Super.
We'd already been waiting close to an hour.
What to do?
In the airport with a five-year old.
For TWO HOURS.
Yep. That's right. It ended up being two hours later than scheduled.
Our 7:45pm flight to Orlando left around quarter to 10. Instead.
So... we explored the airport for a bit.
Bought a chocolate bar for Tommy.
And a Disney travel magnetic board game.
Ran back and forth on the Jetson's Moving Sidewalk thingie.
A bunch of times.
Checked out the washrooms.
Both the women's and the men's.
Heh heh.
Took pictures. Of nothing. As usual.
Played with the magnetic zoo game.
Called Mellyman and Beth and Calvin. Interrupted their dinner.
Honked each other's noses till they were darn sore.
And befriended another little guy named "Thomas" whose parents were headed to Orlando too.
Repeatedly harassed the Southwest Airline guy about when our flight would be there.
And re-read the instructions on how to use an Epi-pen about four times.
Plus I read a chair, counted Tommy's freckles and imagined that everyone else waiting for our plane was naked.
Shudder!
The last one I don't recommend. Anywhere. But... especially in Buffalo.
No offense. And all that.
You make great wings and Beef on Weck... for a group of sun-starved, pasty, Northern folk.
What I'm sayin' is this: WE HAD TO GET TO ORLANDO!
Soon.
I was already running out of money and creative ways to amuse my youngest son.
We played "I Spy Something Beige". Too. Many. Times.
Plus... I KNOW what you're all thinking... BESIDES I'm a grammatically declined idiot.
The late flight was MAYBE... just maybe... an omen. Of sorts.
A sign that our trip was, not only, off to a bad start but that perhaps we'd continue down this crazy path.
With a bunch of naked Buffalonians.
But... I'm here to tell you: No.
Everything from that point on when pretty smoothly. We had a few little bumps in the road but for the most part our Two-happyhaunt trip to Disney went smooth as silk.
We even made a bunch of new friends along the way.
For example... there was this fellow:
Tis The Dis. And no explanation is necessary.
I think.
He was very shy and friendly. And polite. And... really... not that shy.
Heh heh.
And then there was this fellow:
His name was Bruce. And he was a little less friendly.
Then this guy:
He was my buddy from Alabama. We met at the Coke Place. And, although, I only knew him for like... only FIVE MINUTES. He trusted Me(l) enough to take my glowing recomendation of the Beverly. And try a big slug of it.
After a few "Roll Tides!"... all was well again. Tho.
Oh.
And this handsome gentleman. From our flight home:
Who interrupted his standard safely instruction speech. To give Me(l) a little crap.
And threaten me with a Fairy Timeout.
For foolin' around.
When I should have been listening.
Heh heh.
Cheers, Mel.
To be continued. Up next: Da PLANE! Da plane!!!!!
Finally.
Ginamarie
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1000thhappyhaunt said:For example... there was this fellow:
Tis The Dis. And no explanation is necessary.
I think.
He was very shy and friendly. And polite. And... really... not that shy.
Heh heh.
I can't wait to read about this part. I know who that is, and I want an explanation!
celerystalker
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What the heck is beef on weck?
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I have to admit it....I am a happyhaunts virgin....Am I banned now?
This is great!! Now I have to go find your other TR that I keep hearing so much about.
This is great!! Now I have to go find your other TR that I keep hearing so much about.
Oh and you should be ashamed....celerystalker said:
1000thhappyhaunt
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MainStMandy said:
Hey there.
There are THREE trippies and a dining report. TFI.
bTW... TFI= FYI.
It won't be easy to get through them... they're carp.
bTW...carp=crap.
Usually. Unless I'm talking about fish.
Now then... it's gonna be hard.
And... I'll have you know... sometimes the hardest things are the WRONG things.
Heh heh.
Cheers, Melly.
MyTalula
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I have to agree there, then again I would never ever put Mayo on ANYTHING!1000thhappyhaunt said:
1000thhappyhaunt said:
You could write a book just about the phone calls to your mother!
1000thhappyhaunt said:And this handsome gentleman. From our flight home:
Who interrupted his standard safely instruction speech. To give Me(l) a little crap.
And threaten me with a Fairy Timeout.
Oh he was kind of handsome... did you at least find out what a Fairy Timeout consisted of??? Could have been fun... just sayin'
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