Just fyi, I have a ton of pics from Coranado that came out just fine, and some nice ones from the flower and garden show at Epcot, but until then,
And now that the prevailing opinion of me is the evil Nebo, the largemouth bass turd that makes his wife cry, and causes her to choke on fish bones, I guess it's a long way back up the ladder.
For the record, when it comes to eating fish, Diane has now sworn off bluegirls and strippers.
Just my luck.
She said only clown fish and blue tangs from now on.
We have a two minute and ten second head start on the hordes, and go charging for "our spot".
Our spot was right behind the "Cooling Hut", the little bar in front of the wave pool.
However, in the almost 4 years since we have been here, it has become much more foliageated. Even the trees have grown a lot since then, and it was just too shady now.
She pointed to a sign that said the bar is a smoking area, so we went right in front of the bar and dragged a couple of chairs right to the wall.
Yes, both of us are happy to finally be inside, I'm not angry, she's not crying, and the pixie dust is starting to get in my eyes.
Or was it the sand?
But one thing Diane knows about me is that she can always trust me. When I'm with her I never even look at other women.
That's why I'm always hurting myself, from looking up or to the side if a woman is in front of me.
Even when I used to take my Gramma out for dinner, I never even looked at other Grams.
Unfortunately, not everything is going perfect just yet.
It has become really cloudy in THE LAST HOUR, and the temperature has even dropped a bit.
I don't want to get wet just yet. But the place is filling up, which means the ski lift line is filling up, and she points that little info out to me.
you see, Nebo likes ski lift.
Nebo doesn't have to walk up many stairs that way.
Teamboat Springs, here we come!
This is a 1200 foot long Pool slide, yes pool slide, you actually sit inside one of those little wading pools you used to play in when you were all 4 years old.
It holds about six, it's not fast, it takes a long time to get to the bottom, but I like it a lot. Diane walked up, I took the lift and ended up riding with two teenage girls.
Oh no, I never looked at them, I could tell it was them from their voices.
"Hey mister, have you tried this speed slide yet?" "I heard it's, like, one of the fastest in the world!" "What's the name of it?"
"Uhn."
"No, really, which one is like, the speed slide that we like, wanna like, like?"
By now, my head was spinning, and they're not leaving me alone. Crap, I must have that chick magnet turned on again.
So, I answered her. "It's called Teamboat Springs, just follow me."
And they did.
We all went to the right, they should have gone to the left, but as soon as they saw the "Teamboat Springs" sign, they took off ahead of me. And I like, really , like, don't care by now.
Diane still beat me up even though she walked, but even she was huffing a bit.
I expected to pass the teenyboppers going back the other way, but, nope, they must have went down it.
We tried to time it so we would end up with at least another couple of people in the boat, but it just didn't work out that way, we went down by ourselves. It's a lot faster the more matter you have inside. And boy was that water cold. We went back to our spot, hoping for a change in the weather.
Ask and you shall receive!
Within ten minutes it started to drizzle.
Ok, not the kind of change I was hoping for.
Had a smoke standing at the bar, the sun came out for a bit, and we rejoined our stuff. We had about a half hour of reading, when she went to the bathroom. And I lit up another cig. Two feet in front of the sign that says "designated smoking area."
You got it.
I don't know where he came from, I thought I was hiding it too, just in case, but an employee was right there before I even took the second puff.
"Sir, the smoking area is behind you, not here."
"That's ok, I don't smoke."
I figured the best defense was to act like an idiot.
I'm good at that.
"Then what's that in your hand?"
"Oh, this?" and I leaned over conspiratorilly, "well, just between you and me, it's my wife's, she asked me to hold it for her while she went to the restroom, but don't tell anyone."
He just nodded his head to the bar area, but I could tell a little bit of a grin on his face. I still don't know how he got there that quickly, I had looked around before I lit it.
I think he came out of Diane's fanny pack.
After she returned from the john, even though it was still a little chilly, she was getting antsy, and went and did a slide by herself.
That's fine.
Then she came back, and said she wants ME to join her on Runoff Rapids, a two person tube slide.
That's not fine.
There isn't any ski lift for those slides. I thought about it for about 2 seconds. Nope, not gonna happen, uh uh. Not when there is a lift for the other one. Nope, not a chance. And I told her such.
About half way up, I was looking for a rest area.
With cots.
Three quarters way up, still no sign of the st. bernard with the flask around his neck.
Finally we reached the top, and I felt like I should be planting a flag somewhere up here.
I was pooped, and my foot was back to not talking to me again.
Yes, it's a fun slide, but they need more ski lifts.
We then walked back all the way to the front, for lunch at the Lottawatta Lodge. Lunch for both of us was the fish basket. This is now counter service credit number one, which we took outside to eat. It's good, it might as well have come from Columbia Harbour House, in MK.
After, we went back to our spot, and the natives our now infringing on our homestead. Our land had become much smaller. She then had her first cig of the day, and as we stood up there having them, I was frantically trying to find that cast member that caught me , to go, "See? See? See?"
But, no luck.
I have given up on the sun coming out by now, but at least it's not raining, and we decided to take another trip down Teamboat. This time at the top, we told this guy and a LITTLE , TINY, toddler, to join us. I don't know how he got on.
He was less than a foot tall.
The funny thing was, his dad was having a great time, and totally not paying attention to the toddler, who was also having a great time.
He could barely reach the handles, so he just kept sliding from one side of the boat/raft/tube, to the other.
I thought Diane was going to have a heart attack!
Every turn,,,,, zip! There he goes! And he'd slam into the other side. Diane was like a goalie, making save after save. Even I tried for a tip-in once, but he went just wide of the post.
Finally it was over, and Smidgy handed the kid to a cast member at the bottom.
And I waited to see if she was going to go for toddlerdad's throat.
No, she was good, but since we are now soaked, we got in "Cross country creek" the lazy river. And the sun came out! In my humble opinion, I have decided which lazy river is better, here or at Typhoon Lagoon. And, IMHO, the answer is yes!
TL definately has more gimmicks, more props.
BB has a long cave/tunnel.
TL is prettier.
BB is a bit longer. (yes, I have timed them.)
I'll say this for BB's river, that waterfall that you can't avoid before you go in the mountain, well, it feels like melted snow that is pouring down on you.
I headed for the smallest trickle that was descending, but my lovely wife had other plans.
Suddenly she shoved me right to the gusher falling down, but I had a feeling that this was coming, and quickly grabbed an empty tube that was floating next to me, and used it as a shield. Most of the water hit the shield, and splattered right back on her.
Ah hahahahhaa. Evil Nebo is back!
That was pretty much it for the day there, we wanted to get back so I can watch Diane take a nap, before dinner.
Yes, you read that correctly. I cannot nap. I wish I could, oh golly, how I wish I could. But if it's not nightime/sleeptime, it's not going to happen. All I do is stare at the ceiling. There just is no way to turn off my brain before then.
Certainly, not in Disneyworld.
On the very, very rare occasions when I have fallen asleep during the day, when I wake up I am so groggy, that there was nothing gained from it anyway. I'm just waiting for it to be time to go to bed for Real!
I did have a chance to think of things though.
Normally, once we hit Disney, I am done driving. That's IT! We do all of our commutes by the disney transportation system. But I had just gotten us to the park in ten minutes. And when we left, we were back at our resort in less than ten.
Hmm. I might have to rethink our usual protocol.
When you use your own car to drive around on property, well, I, get the feeling that I'm not staying on site, that I'm a "day" visitor.
And, a little bit of the magic dissapears.
But, holy cow! Driving there and back was the ultimate, "Easy peasy, lemon squeezy".
And CBR is probably the most centrally located resort on property, as far as driving goes.
You exit on Buena Vista Dr. To the right is Downtown Disney. On the way you go right past the Port Orleans resorts, Saratoga Springs, and Old Key West is kinda on the way, too.
To the left you go right past Epcot Center Dr. , where the Swan, Dolphin, Boardwalk and Yacht and Beach Club are.
BB is on the same road. And Coranado Springs. Anyway, this trip I set my own record for the amount of times we actually drove somewhere, and it worked out just great.
That's it for tonight, Evil Nebo signing off. Coming up,
"My dinner with Aardvarks."
Only you could have written such a funny take on the ER. Thanks!
P.S. We had to cancel our free dining trip to POFQ in September - but we'll be going for 4 nights rioght before Christmas instead! We LOVE WDW at Christmastime!
What ever you do, don't look at the sky and ask "are you done, yet?"! I've done that and recieved a firm no! It wasn't pretty, lightening started striking , thunder rolling in, my chickens all killed over........ok, so I don't really have chickens!
Hey winkers...when are you going to update your Food report ...we are waiting!!!!!!
in his defense, he has had 5 foot surgeries, and all those stairs are hard on me, with healthy feet, I can only imagine!
and you can become "Evil K-Nebo" , just imagine the trouble you could cause (and not just to yourself) 
