Orlando Smackdown: Dis vs. Uni. Ch.16 Japan Hates me, Just Hates me 7-13

[Backstage_Gal]

Congratulatons, Mom&RN, awesome achievement!

 

[Mom&RN]

Congrats! What a fabulous accomplishment! . And now you're going to Walt Disney World!!!

Congratulatons, Mom&RN, awesome achievement!

Thank you! WDW is my reward for all the hard work!

 

[monymony3471]

Thank you! WDW is my reward for all the hard work!

You deserve every bit of it!

I'm trying to put together a mini one for me too, looks like it is really happening! I'm calling it my graduation present to myself.

 

[Mom&RN]

You deserve every bit of it!

I'm trying to put together a mini one for me too, looks like it is really happening! I'm calling it my graduation present to myself.

You deserve every bit of it too!! So glad you are putting a trip together for yourself!

 

[nebo]

I had no idea I was going to go and do what I did at the end of this post, so please, if you want to stay on the wonderful congratulations and just Disney stuff,,, don't read further than the last quote.

Yeah, right, that'l work!

" Laissez les bons temps rouler "

Oh yeah? Well, you do, and you'll Clean it up!

This is me getting ready to line up to go walk for graduation. I am now the proud owner of a Masters of Science in Nursing degree. That milestone in my rearview mirror I am now counting down the days (18) until we go to Disney to celebrate! Staying at the Beach Club - normally we are not Deluxe folks but got a great military rate (hubby is retired from the AF). Can't wait!

All Right! Way to go Barbie! You Rock! A Masters! And I failed Romper room. Really, you look great, now you should Feel Great. You and Monica are TOPS!

You deserve every bit of it!

I'm trying to put together a mini one for me too, looks like it is really happening! I'm calling it my graduation present to myself.

You mean the one with me, right?

right?

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Ok, time to fess up;

I know I've been a bad host, yeah, I let the punch bowl go dry, and everybody is putting on their coats.

I did finish 11/22/63 though.

An incredible book, but not exactly what I'd call, "uplifting".
Actually, I found it rather depressing come to think about it, or as Stephen King would have said, "If I had to drop a dime on it that's what I'd be atellin' the person on the other end."
"Ayuh"

I don't recall his ealier works coming across as so depressing, although I guess the story lines were.
Is it me?

But I spent all day on the couch Sunday, with Patches on my lap, at least until the times I got up and went to the bathroom. I barely even looked at the Bears game while I kept reading that book.

Diane once came in and performed "Last Rites".

And we aren't Catholic.

Anysay,
What i'm also trying to NOT say, is that there is no way I could sit down and try to write a chapter with the front part of my brain thinking pleasant, funny Disney thoughts, while the back part of my brain is picturing all those kids, and the adults too, getting shot multiple times.
Believe me, whatever I had written would not have been worth reading.

I know, I said I wouldn't talk about it but here I go anyway.

Can I share something else with you, since this post is getting about as depressing as it can get anyway?
Well, those of you that read that Stephen King book may remember that he kept talking about how the past "harmonizes" with itself, kind of repeats itself but in a slightly different way.

on 11/ 22 of this year, I made a phone call to my uncle, and Godfather, who I haven't talked to in about three years.

It was his birthday, which is 3 days before my mom's b-day, 4 days before my b-day, and 5 days before my parent's anniversary, throw in a dead turkey and you can imagine what that time was like in my younger days.

I got, "That number is no longer in service" message, and called up my buddy Cork.
Ol Corky is great on a computer, he can find out who won the Kentucky Derby,
next year!

I was just telling him the call I made, but I didin't k now he was already punching stuff in,,,,, and then he went silent.

When the silence broke,,,"steve, not sure how to tell you this, but Uncle Sonny has been dead for over 3 years."

I couldn't believe that nobody called me, and I don't know how right now, or even if I should, find a way to contact the rest of his family.

How can you love somebody and think about all the times he took me fishing and not talk for over 3 years?

A day and a half later, a big Aluminum tube of death took us down to Disney.
And two weeks later, I start reading 11/22/63, which happened on his birthday.
Yes, I know, co-incidences happen, but the word that comes to mind right now is "Irony".

I'm sorry, but that's where my mind has been, life isn't all Sunny D's and Vikes and Fuzzy cups.
(Yes, I do think Fuzzy Cups have now earned the right to be a proper noun, meaning, Capitalized.)

See? I'm Trying.

And the sun came up again this morninig, though you could barely tell by looking out at the gloomy, cloudy day, but the tv came on, the stores opened, Mischief puked on the carpet, and life goes on.

But now, here's the big decision;

Do I post this?
This is a Facebook type of thing, not a Disney Trip Reports thing.

Or hit delete, I do feel a bit better at least saying all this though, and I am coming back around, I think I can get back to work and have a REAL chapter ,,, you know, with all the innuendos and typos, back up in another two days, until then, thank you, I love you, God bless.

And the Bears still suck!

( Oh I KNEW I'd get stupid before I posted this, IF I do.)

 

[nowellsl]

What i'm also trying to NOT say, is that there is no way I could sit down and try to write a chapter with the front part of my brain thinking pleasant, funny Disney thoughts, while the back part of my brain is picturing all those kids, and the adults too, getting shot multiple times.

It's kindof like trying to ignore the elephant in the room! I know you really didn't want a bunch of discussion about it on your report, but I've got to tell you, we did a lockdown drill at school today and I just can't describe how that felt Maybe it helps to talk about it, a little bit anyway.

 

[Mom&RN]

I made a funny post the other day about how we're all a dysfunctional family (or as someone funnier than me stated a DISfunctional family) and I really feel like we are. We're not just here for the funny stories, we're here for the feeling of family and connection we all have with each other. We bring to each other funny comments to share to feel connected, we also bring our good news and happy tidings but when tragedy strikes our lives we also turn to our family for support, empathy, and a sense of togetherness. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is we're there for each other in both happy times and sad ones. There is nothing in the world that can make any sense out of what happened to those innocent children and teachers, it makes us all feel sad and a little less safe in our daily lives. I'm sorry also for your own recent times of loss and emptyness.

 

[Backstage_Gal]

What Barb said... she said it much better than I ever could.

We are not just here for the good times, we also are here for you (and each other) when bad things happen

 

[Backstage_Gal]

OK, I will throw in a good news post to get this a little bit lighter, if you don't mind.

After 31 1/2 years, the last mortgage check is in the mail!

 

[TigerTown]

...I know, I said I wouldn't talk about it but here I go anyway.

Can I share something else with you, since this post is getting about as depressing as it can get anyway?
Well, those of you that read that Stephen King book may remember that he kept talking about how the past "harmonizes" with itself, kind of repeats itself but in a slightly different way.

on 11/ 22 of this year, I made a phone call to my uncle, and Godfather, who I haven't talked to in about three years.

It was his birthday, which is 3 days before my mom's b-day, 4 days before my b-day, and 5 days before my parent's anniversary, throw in a dead turkey and you can imagine what that time was like in my younger days.

I got, "That number is no longer in service" message, and called up my buddy Cork.
Ol Corky is great on a computer, he can find out who won the Kentucky Derby,
next year!

I was just telling him the call I made, but I didin't k now he was already punching stuff in,,,,, and then he went silent.

When the silence broke,,,"steve, not sure how to tell you this, but Uncle Sonny has been dead for over 3 years."

I couldn't believe that nobody called me, and I don't know how right now, or even if I should, find a way to contact the rest of his family.

How can you love somebody and think about all the times he took me fishing and not talk for over 3 years?

A day and a half later, a big Aluminum tube of death took us down to Disney.
And two weeks later, I start reading 11/22/63, which happened on his birthday.
Yes, I know, co-incidences happen, but the word that comes to mind right now is "Irony".

I'm sorry, but that's where my mind has been, life isn't all Sunny D's and Vikes and Fuzzy cups.
(Yes, I do think Fuzzy Cups have now earned the right to be a proper noun, meaning, Capitalized.)

See? I'm Trying.

And the sun came up again this morninig, though you could barely tell by looking out at the gloomy, cloudy day, but the tv came on, the stores opened, Mischief puked on the carpet, and life goes on.

But now, here's the big decision;

Do I post this?
This is a Facebook type of thing, not a Disney Trip Reports thing.

Or hit delete, I do feel a bit better at least saying all this though, and I am coming back around, I think I can get back to work and have a REAL chapter ,,, you know, with all the innuendos and typos, back up in another two days, until then, thank you, I love you, God bless.

I really don't want to bring this thread down any further but I appreciate what you wrote Steve! Last week was extremely difficult for me. I won't go into the details but on top of thinking about my kids and the tragedy in CT, I also lost my dad on Wednesday. A couple days after he died I needed a distraction and, as usual, I looked to Disney and the fond memories of my dad to help get my mind off of all that was happening. I initially felt guilty about trying to drown my sorrows in Disney but then I found this blog post by Mike Scopa that really put some of my thoughts into words.

http://land.allears.net/blogs/mikescopa/2012/12/the_wakeup_call_1.html

Here is a small excerpt that really hits home for me:

"I think about how many of us who “get it” are looked upon like we have a third eye when we tell our friends we are going back to Walt Disney World or Disneyland to see Mickey and friends…for the 10th time in the last three years…. or perhaps for the 50th time in our lives.

Oh sure, we hear the snickers…we catch a look at the eyes rolling…. but at the same time, instead of feeling angry…or embarrassed…. we feel a sense of sorrow for those who don't understand…who don't realize how fragile life is…. or how important it is to experience tears of joy…instead of the tears we all shed while we listened to news reports out of Connecticut. Or in my case, tears that continue to hit my keyboard as I write these thoughts.

You’ve heard the phrase that “Youth is wasted on the young.” That thought originated from a mature mind who realized late in life just how important it is to celebrate life whenever possible; to stop and smell the roses so to speak; and to ride Space Mountain as much as they can.

There will be a day when they won’t be able to ride Space Mountain; when they wont be able to cool their parched throat with a Dole Whip; when they won't be able to wonder at the colors of illuminations. Most importantly…not be able to hug their loved ones and tell them how much they love and appreciate them.

For those of us who “Get it” we understand how important it is for us to take time out from work, priorities, chores, and things that dominant our lives each and every day to work towards giving ourselves those special and precious moments with friends and family…. moments that warm our hearts, make us smile, and etch into our minds a pleasant memory that will last a lifetime."

I know you and the rest of the people following your thread "get it" and I'm thankful for places like this and people like you that help continue to bring the magic during tough times.

Take care my friend and ill keep reading!

 

[TigerTown]

And the Bears still suck!

Try following the Lions and you'll really see "suck"

 

[monymony3471]

Try following the Lions and you'll really see "suck"

I was just talking to Steve about this 20 minutes ago!

Nebo, I think the response here has answered your question. Your family cares about you whether its TR related or not. It is only natural to talk about this stuff.

When you are ready and your heart heals, write. We are not going anywhere.



Heather, thanks for passing on the hugs.

 

[jedijill]

OK, I will throw in a good news post to get this a little bit lighter, if you don't mind.

After 31 1/2 years, the last mortgage check is in the mail!

Congrats!

Jill in CO

 

[margymas]

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Ok, time to fess up;

I know I've been a bad host, yeah, I let the punch bowl go dry, and everybody is putting on their coats.

...

What i'm also trying to NOT say, is that there is no way I could sit down and try to write a chapter with the front part of my brain thinking pleasant, funny Disney thoughts, while the back part of my brain is picturing all those kids, and the adults too, getting shot multiple times.
Believe me, whatever I had written would not have been worth reading.

I know, I said I wouldn't talk about it but here I go anyway.



.......



And the sun came up again this morninig, though you could barely tell by looking out at the gloomy, cloudy day, but the tv came on, the stores opened, Mischief puked on the carpet, and life goes on.

But now, here's the big decision;

Do I post this?
This is a Facebook type of thing, not a Disney Trip Reports thing.

Or hit delete, I do feel a bit better at least saying all this though, and I am coming back around, I think I can get back to work and have a REAL chapter ,,, you know, with all the innuendos and typos, back up in another two days, until then, thank you, I love you, God bless.

)

There was a movie -which I love even though it is a chick flick - in which one character tells his grandmother that it was fortunate that she lost track of her first love early on, only to find him decades later when he is obviously very successful and rich. The grandson offers that she was quite lucky to have missed "all the messy bits", to which his grandmother replies, with a knowing smile, "life is the messy bits." Steve - it's OK. Life is the messy bits. Don't worry about us. Nobody is going anywhere. We'll just talk amongst ourselves for a while.

And I renew my question. Did anyone bring snacks?

 

[jedijill]

Did someone say snacks?

Jill in CO

 

[Backstage_Gal]

Did someone say snacks?

Jill in CO

A snacker after my own heart! Especially the booze!
After getting up at 5 am to distribute Toys for Tots, I am calling it a day (and night)

 

[Thumper_Man's Wife]

I was just talking to Steve about this 20 minutes ago!

Nebo, I think the response here has answered your question. Your family cares about you whether its TR related or not. It is only natural to talk about this stuff.

When you are ready and your heart heals, write. We are not going anywhere.



Heather, thanks for passing on the hugs.

I was happy to do so. Poor Nebo looked at me like I was crazy when I randomly hugged him, and I had to quickly explain that it was for you and that I wasn't trying to make a pass...

 

[buzz1121]

We're like a great, big, happy, strange, wacky, dysfunctional family.

This is so true!

 

[buzz1121]

This is me getting ready to line up to go walk for graduation. I am now the proud owner of a Masters of Science in Nursing degree. That milestone in my rearview mirror I am now counting down the days (18) until we go to Disney to celebrate! Staying at the Beach Club - normally we are not Deluxe folks but got a great military rate (hubby is retired from the AF). Can't wait!

Congratulations! You have certainly earned a trip or two to Disney for all your hard work!

 

[buzz1121]

OK, I will throw in a good news post to get this a little bit lighter, if you don't mind.

After 31 1/2 years, the last mortgage check is in the mail!

Marita, I can only imagine how good that must feel!! What a relief!