time out, stretch the back, intermission time.
Please visit our lobby, we have hot , fresh popcorn, and many cola products.
Sorry ladies, I will put my flame suit on now. The guy that came to pick up our buggage brought the bill with him.
No, no surprises on the bill, just business as usual. Diane wanted to go back into registration, just to see who might have been answering the phones, just to be able to put a "face" to the whole lunatic conversation, but I talked her out of it.
"Honey, there's no good that can come of it, it doesn't matter. It's all settled now anyway. And besides, what would happen if you saw her and she was wearing a nametag that started with an M, and ended with an A?
You should have let her go......I think that would have been some GOOD entertainment
Happy to be of service!
Happy to be of service!
So we're back to May....AND I LOVE IT! Right where we left off and same old nebo.
Crap lock!? That would be handy.
And that was a pretty smooth move with the tissue paper and Mickey stickers. I would've gotten the bag with the receipt pulled out last second. And the card from Walgreens?! I call that thinking ahead. It was still ahead of time!
What kind of people are they employing over at CBR? Didn't they give you a hard time when you checked in? No cell phone and minor maintenance stuff? Are you going back there?
Sorry you've been is Disney depression. Me too. It's so easy to live in the happiest place on earth and so hard to go back to reality.
But enjoy the time off and soak up the unemployment. I totally understand your reasoning for not wanting to rush back into a new job. It's hard to be the newbie.
But do get yourself into a routine like you said.
I recommend the following: Wake up and have coffee while DISing. Cook breakfast for Diane. Trip report writing for at least 2 hours. Post on a couple of the CB threads. Wash a load of clothes. Cook lunch. Soap operas and/or nap. Two more hours of trip report writing. Wash a load of clothes and run the vaccuum. Post on some of the CB threads while having a manhattan. Cook dinner for Diane. Wash the dishes. Post your trip report installments. Go to bed.
You're welcome.
HahahaHaHoney, there's no good that can come of it, it doesn't matter. It's all settled now anyway. And besides, what would happen if you saw her and she was wearing a nametag that started with an M, and ended with an A?
Good one, Nebo, I totally missed this the first time around.
Ok, warning, gratuitous photo of Nebo coming up. Put the kids to bed, cover the monitor.
See how easy it is if you want to get someone to post?
Disneydad should be yelling at me anytime now too. Wendy, we love you guys, all the best to you. Like I said, I hope the next time will be a reunion.
(you didn't really mean have a good one, did you? )
please?
What was great after meeting up with Wendy and Minniemoo and HaleyB and Sheridac and Disneydad and family, was we had a drink, and then we all went over to Nordsroms's , and rode it. It's right next door to the Margarita stand in Mexico, in Norway.
The best part was I got to ride with Disneydad's son Drew. He pointed out a whole bunch of stuff I've missed before. Great kid, Disneydad.
Ok, that's it, night again.
No, I didn't mean to have a good one. I was pestering you on purpose. Not to assume I wish you an UNgood one...but I do "air quote" my writing a lot.
Eh, you KNOW I dig you both and really would enjoy a DIS-family reunion.
WASn't DisneyDad's kids great??? I really enjoyed the heck out of them. THAT is one family I would LOVE to get to know better.
YOU GOT TO RIDE NORDSTROM WITH VIKINGS????? ((lucky!))
It was very sweet how you tried so hard to please her.
Nebo... if you are writing, I am reading!
For some reason she has got it into her head that I can write a bit.
Can't imagine why, your Trip reports are just hilarious!
Melinda: What gifts, Steve?
Wendy: Yeah, what gifts?
Steve: Gifts.
Marita: Yes, you said that, but what gifts?
Steve: Just some stuff, nothing big.
Monica: You don't remember do you?
Kathy: Your right! He doesn't remember.
Lisa: I can't believe this.
Janet: He's unbelievable, it's Mother's day for crying out loud!
Steve: Excuse me? Just give me a chance, it'll come to me.
Patrick and Shawn: Hey, you're on your own, buddy.
Ok you seen it here first, Nebo The Musical. Here's the script and everyone memorize your lines!
Ok, I bought her a necklace with a thing hanging from it.
Yes, a THING! It might be a shark's tooth, or an alligator tooth, something like that. And I also bought her a kind of matching , white seashellish ankel bracelet.
You see , the reason it's not important to remember what I bought her is that any, and I mean ANY jewelryish type of thing that I buy my sweet little Smidgy, will be lost in 2 months anyway.
Now, all I have to do is figure out somehow to wrap this stuff. No wrapping paper, no scotch tape, no scissors. Scizzors. Holy Cow! I can't spell those squeezy things that you cut paper with. What's wrong with me?
Sizzerz.
Ok, but I even amazed myself at my resourcefulness. I asked the girl behind the counter for some tissue paper, which she handed over.
For tape I asked her for some "Mickey " stickers, and she gave me a bunch.
Yeah, this'l work!
And I sat out there early that morning, tying to wrap these things in about a 25 mile an hour wind, and hold it all together with Mickey stickers.
The guy in the table next to me by the pool had a hard enough time just trying to keep his page from blowing away reading the newspaper. He finally just folded it up, and decided the better entertainment was watching me.
At one point I had the sticker all ready, stuck to edge of the table for easy installment, and when I went to get it and stick it on the first foldover of the wrapping paper, it almost blew away, and I had to make a desperate "smoosh" with my hand. The problem was, now it was stuck to the back of my hand, still not quite sure how that happened.
And I'm holding the paper and gift in place with the other hand.
I was helpless, like a turtle on it's back.
I'm sitting there, trying to get this "sticker" off the back of my free hand, and I'm looking right at the guy at the table next to me.
He's now on his cell phone, calling the rest of his family and Disney Casting, to come watch.
Don't forget the dising community
I can tell by the looks on your faces, that this whole scene seems pretty frivolous, what's the big deal. But you don't understand. THis was my last sticker, I had used the other ones, "unwisly", and now I am out, with major "stickage" needing to be done. And just try to do this in the wind with an audience.
He didn't offer to help???
I stood up, let the chair fall forward and before it hit the table, pinch right in the spot that I was holding the present shut, rippped the sticker off my hand and ripped in half right away. Jammed the first half on the part I was holding, flipped the package and folded the other half over, and jammed down the second half of the sticker. !!!
I didn't even glance at the guy, just got up and left, I'm sure, with his mouth just hanging open in awe and shock! No, wasn't in the mood for signing autographs that morning.
Hmm, awe and shock. That could be catchy!
When I got back, she was in the shower, and, hee hee, I put the presents in my suitcase, like they have always been there.
time out, stretch the back, intermission time.
Please visit our lobby, we have hot , fresh popcorn, and many cola products.
"Happy Mother's Day to my love,
My wife, my life my turtle dove
Life with you means more to me,
It seems I love your pork and beans."
Yeah, that's where my brain was going that morning.
Not good.
So I picked up a different card, and copied the nice prose into the card I was buying.
Man, you talk about plagarism at it's best?
Actually, I thought it was pretty clever.
You hear that Shawn or Patrick if you're still out there?
That's the sound of mothers everywhere throwing their keyboards against the monitors.
With the paper, I also bought her a couple of gifts.
Melinda: What gifts, Steve?
Wendy: Yeah, what gifts?
Steve: Gifts.
Marita: Yes, you said that, but what gifts?
Steve: Just some stuff, nothing big.
Monica: You don't remember do you?
Kathy: Your right! He doesn't remember.
Lisa: I can't believe this.
Janet: He's unbelievable, it's Mother's day for crying out loud!
Steve: Excuse me? Just give me a chance, it'll come to me.
Patrick and Shawn: Hey, you're on your own, buddy.
