Sweet Mother of Fudge! 2/15 A Goodbye Summary~Pimples and Farts

[mrsksomeday]

Waiting in line, I realize what the magic is in Disney. It’s not the unparalleled attention to detailing and themeing. It’s not the location on the planet, though Florida can feel like a peek into heaven. It is the time. The time we are forced to spend waiting in line. You are mere inches from your loved ones. These faces, so cherished by your heart, are in front of you. No TV to distract. No dog to walk.

Just time. Captured. In a small space between two deep red velvet ropes, your heart can sing surrounded by the most important people in the world.

That is beautiful and so true. No distractions, I think that is one of the many reasons I love going to Disney.

Great installment!! Oh I worry about someone breaking into the bathroom too. I would have been horrified.

 

[Mrs. The King]

Hi Deb Getting all caught up after the trip. Poor PS, glad you were able to avert a major glitter crisis.

We had a couple of Hippy DIppy shutdowns while we were there too

Maybe the pooper is an employee instead of a guest!

Just so you know, I let my 7 y/o read along tonight; I figured it could count for her 20 min. a night of reading she is supposed to do. Words like "poop" and "weirdo" aren't in their 2nd grade readers, so she'll be ahead of the pack! Mrs. The King = fine literature. We this report!

It was all just too funny to quote! I did appreciate the cat video since I used to have a cat who could say "I love you" back to us at night!

I absolutely love that this counted as her reading!!

Words cannot express the tears of hysteria running down my face.

I cannot wait for more.

Just for you Joanie! More!

Ooh!Oooh! Loving it!

Thank you for reading!

Dark Alley posts are my specialty, at least on your thread. I'm not sure how it started but now I dont think I can post in the light of day here. I swear I'm not a vampire. I do have pictures to prove it. I cannot be sure about my kids though.



I find my kids will do anything if they think "everyone" is doing it. If they read this thread they might start dropping dookies around property.


I could really go for a margarita about now. Just wanted to throw that in.

And I must ask now...Who are Fockers? Sounds like my kind of crowd.

Girl the Fockers are fun. They even let me in. Dropping dookies! I love it.

I was eating dark colored ice cream whilst reading that segment.



I promptly spit it out and used the tip of my finger to open the garbage for disposal.

Now that made me lol

All caught up and what a couple of hilarious installments

Your poor DD and the glitter, I could just picture you washing it out with her laid across the sinks though

OMG the toilet stuff We don't have the seat covers over here so I always have to use one in the States

Aunt Jo. I am a little alarmed that the English are not protecting their jigglers.

I'm so glad I could bring joy to the jiggler

Let me just say, that cat has found it's way into my heart and I must have watched him 20 times already Why I eyes ya

Isn't he the best! I would trade MR. The King for that cat. No I wouldn't. Yes I would.

You can never go wrong talkin' about dookie!

Dookie Rocks. Did I just write that out loud? My parents will be so proud.

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That is beautiful and so true. No distractions, I think that is one of the many reasons I love going to Disney.

Great installment!! Oh I worry about someone breaking into the bathroom too. I would have been horrified.

By the time I am done with this trip report we will hash out all our bathroom fears.You are a fast reader!! Thanks for being here!

 

[Goofyluver]

Once again...you capture your trip with words and paint us a word pikchur! Good job Deb!

My embarrasing moment riles the potty bust...at least I think so!

Have you ever seen those photo stands, where they dress you up like cheap drunk floozies from the Wild Wild West (with firearms), and then snap your picture in tones of sepia???

Well, we had one in our mall. In the center "hall" of the mall. There is no "dressing room" in the hall. So, they set up a series of curtains to change behind...held up by thin metal stands. You went behind the curtains...changed into your hooker clothes...came out and posed with old guns.

I went into the mall hall curtain changing station and someone walked by at the exact right moment to pull down said curtain while I was in only my teeny bra and panties.

For all to see.

Yessirreebob.

I was nekkid in the mall.

 

[KatGarcia]

Why do we all have a someone walked in on me in a bad situation moment??

My childhood BFF & I were in a taco bell bathroom once...It was a one room deal...i was done and washing hands and my friend was peeing (no big deal to us at the time we just had to go) and suddenly a man opens the door , realizes what he sees and slams the door shut. When we came back out and ate our food with her mom she couldn't understand why we scarfed it down and ran out of there!

Oh to be young again. LOL.

 

[MommyPoppins]

Here.

We are here.

You can’t do this twice. It happens once a visit. You arrive. You are the lucky souls walking into the resort. Clutching the folder, sorting through maps to find your room. For the rest of your time in Disney, your feet will do this walk without having to ask your head for directions. You won’t have to count buildings or guess which is faster, the stairs or the elevator.

Breathe it in.

The Disney air is so much sweeter. It is full of promise.

Yes you can. You book your stay between two resorts. Try it. It really works.

Nothing better than that wonderful feeling of checking in, twice.



Thanks to Marita for pointing me in the direction of this TR when I'm supposed to be grocery shopping. Who needs milk and cereal?

 

[NAB]

Did someone say they loved Pluto...

Love your writing style.

 

[AZMickeyfans]

My official reply will be later tonight, as usual, in the shadows of the night.......

 

[PrincessV]

Me~”Dad, I have to pee”
Dad~” Oh, for God’s sakes, We stopped two exits ago!” Exasperated sighing.

Poor dads. Us daughters have a secret weapon. Silence. We wait. And no matter how loud the dad sighs, no matter how high he throws his hands in despair. He is going to stop. Because he is a good guy.

Dude. You're one of the lucky ones. My Dad flat-out refused to stop... between Buffalo and Ft. Lauderdale! Okay, I'm sure we stopped at some point. But NOT as frequently as I'd have liked. True story - after my repeated claims of having to GO, RIGHT NOW!, the man handed me a half-empty Big Gulp and pointed at the back seat.

This lock was an inbetweenie.

Nooo, I hate the inbetweenies! Give me a good ol' dead bolt.

“See? Karma. That’s what happens.”

Waiting in line, I realize what the magic is in Disney. It’s not the unparalleled attention to detailing and themeing. It’s not the location on the planet, though Florida can feel like a peek into heaven. It is the time. The time we are forced to spend waiting in line. You are mere inches from your loved ones. These faces, so cherished by your heart, are in front of you.

Well said!


Gotta go pee now....

 

[HomeschoolMama]

Once again...you capture your trip with words and paint us a word pikchur! Good job Deb!

My embarrasing moment riles the potty bust...at least I think so!

Have you ever seen those photo stands, where they dress you up like cheap drunk floozies from the Wild Wild West (with firearms), and then snap your picture in tones of sepia???

Well, we had one in our mall. In the center "hall" of the mall. There is no "dressing room" in the hall. So, they set up a series of curtains to change behind...held up by thin metal stands. You went behind the curtains...changed into your hooker clothes...came out and posed with old guns.

I went into the mall hall curtain changing station and someone walked by at the exact right moment to pull down said curtain while I was in only my teeny bra and panties.

For all to see.

Yessirreebob.

I was nekkid in the mall.

Sorry, MTK... Jen distracted me with her neck-id story.

I love that there's nothing to distract our family from special time together too. I'm starting to get sappy about wanting to go back. That's a bad thing since we're about a year and half out from our next trip.

 

[Mrs. The King]

Once again...you capture your trip with words and paint us a word pikchur! Good job Deb!

My embarrasing moment riles the potty bust...at least I think so!

Have you ever seen those photo stands, where they dress you up like cheap drunk floozies from the Wild Wild West (with firearms), and then snap your picture in tones of sepia???

Well, we had one in our mall. In the center "hall" of the mall. There is no "dressing room" in the hall. So, they set up a series of curtains to change behind...held up by thin metal stands. You went behind the curtains...changed into your hooker clothes...came out and posed with old guns.

I went into the mall hall curtain changing station and someone walked by at the exact right moment to pull down said curtain while I was in only my teeny bra and panties.

For all to see.

Yessirreebob.

I was nekkid in the mall.

Can I petition the Tag Fairy on this one? I love your nekkid story. Thanks for sharing with us, and the mall.

Why do we all have a someone walked in on me in a bad situation moment??

My childhood BFF & I were in a taco bell bathroom once...It was a one room deal...i was done and washing hands and my friend was peeing (no big deal to us at the time we just had to go) and suddenly a man opens the door , realizes what he sees and slams the door shut. When we came back out and ate our food with her mom she couldn't understand why we scarfed it down and ran out of there!

Oh to be young again. LOL.

Taco Bell Bathrooms get hit hard. Your story made me

Yes you can. You book your stay between two resorts. Try it. It really works.

Nothing better than that wonderful feeling of checking in, twice.



Thanks to Marita for pointing me in the direction of this TR when I'm supposed to be grocery shopping. Who needs milk and cereal?

OK! Now you are just showing off! Twice! Now that sounds like fun. I am glad I stalled your grocery trip. Thanks for joining and thanks to Marita for for the referral

Did someone say they loved Pluto...

Love your writing style.

Pluto!! NAB, you are PS's favorite! She freaked out when she saw your siggy and av. She was impressed that you had Pluto writing my name!

My official reply will be later tonight, as usual, in the shadows of the night.......

Me too

Dude. You're one of the lucky ones. My Dad flat-out refused to stop... between Buffalo and Ft. Lauderdale! Okay, I'm sure we stopped at some point. But NOT as frequently as I'd have liked. True story - after my repeated claims of having to GO, RIGHT NOW!, the man handed me a half-empty Big Gulp and pointed at the back seat.


..

Ok. Now you are going to make me paranoid about Big Gulps!

Sorry, MTK... Jen distracted me with her neck-id story.

I love that there's nothing to distract our family from special time together too. I'm starting to get sappy about wanting to go back. That's a bad thing since we're about a year and half out from our next trip.

Jen and her mall Nekkidness is a story stopper. A year and a half! You better start packing now!

 

[NAB]

We just happened to have the same name....

Pluto is my son's favourite character too! My user name is his initials.

 

[Mrs. The King]

We just happened to have the same name....

Pluto is my son's favourite character too! My user name is his initials.

Awww. Every girl born from the year 1972 to 1985 was named Debbie

 

[Backstage_Gal]

Hi Nab, Hi MommyP

Mrs. the King, Do I get a referral fee?

Oh, and by the way, I do not know the actual pooper scooper guys, but I know the manager.

Great report!

 

[AZMickeyfans]

Your Dad ROCKS! Yes I yelled this! I sure did! Here is why.

I have a party bladder. arty: I can go all day baby and not have to stop no matter how much I drink. Yes I can.

Dh, not so much. Every stinkin' exit. Every ride we get off of there MUST be a potty break. I feel for your father. I do. I'm on his side.

Now, I cannot imagine the potty intrusion. I've had the usual door ajar situations where you can kick the door shut before your business becomes public knowledge but not a full on out public service announcement by a male.

Your kids are so cute the way the patiently wait for eachothers activities. I love it when mine show how much they love eachother by the little things they do. LIke you, I try not to take advantage of it. God knows I was not that nice of a sister to my brothers.

I'm so glad the bad mojo left and you had a great day.

Vampire OUT! (I dont even know what I'm talking about anymore.)

 

[DisneyJo]

Well when I was younger and we lived in an old house I locked myself IN the toilet, eventually I was found and I had to chuck the key out of the window to my Dad who rescued me, he spent all day (which happened to be my Birthday party) singing, "Oh dear what can the matter be, Jo anne got stuck in the lavatory she was there from Monday to Saturday and nobody knew she was there," yeah my friends thought it was hilarious BTW do you know that song?

 

[ncsjodi]

Well when I was younger and we lived in an old house I locked myself IN the toilet, eventually I was found and I had to chuck the key out of the window to my Dad who rescued me, he spent all day (which happened to be my Birthday party) singing, "Oh dear what can the matter be, Jo anne got stuck in the lavatory she was there from Monday to Saturday and nobody knew she was there," yeah my friends thought it was hilarious BTW do you know that song?

Jo, that IS hilarious. Sorry!

 

[Mrs. The King]

Chapter 11
Oh My Dog !!! Oh Don Piano!!

I forgot to add Wall.e!!! How could I forget? So Chapter 11 is really a P.S. to chapter 10 for right now. I will let you know when we return to our regularly scheduled programming.

We saw Wall.e as a family when he hit the screens. Now, if you are a Wall.e hater please pipe down. Cause I am crazy about that little robot. By the time he was done with me I was doing the hysterical crying. The kind of crying you pull at the DMV circa 1992, after you waited 4 hours to get your license renewed, the day before your period, and they meanly slam their window down and tell you to come back tomorrow. That kind of crying. With the full bottom lip pout that causes your chin to dimple like a fat baby’s legs.

I had to settle myself down. So I wouldn’t scare the children. Lordy. When we flocked to Wal Mart to purchase any version of Wall.e we could lay our hands on.. We came up with nothing, nada, zip. I got home and googled “Wall.e happy meal”. Negative. Check Target. No Wall.e. Why was there no merchandise for me to horde like it was gold?
This was a Disney movie, right?

O.K. well we were headed to Disney World. They would have the toys, shirts, jewelry that I wanted to overdose on. Probably super special toys that no one else would ever have. I mention to Grandma on the phone how disappointing our search for Wall.e was. She was heading into The Tent on property.

What is The Tent you ask? Well, it is not an actual tent. It is two stores for cast members. We actually go to The Tent on the vacation, so I will go more in depth on that day.
When Grandma came out of The Tent she called me back.

~ "I found a Wall.e"

Me~ ""

~ "He was the only lonely Wall.e toy in the whole place. He was sitting on the register, so I bought him. He has a tiny hole in him that we can fix."

Me~ ""

Little did I know I should have hired guards to escort her to her vehicle with that precious Wall.e.

On our ill fated trip to Magic Kingdom in the morning, Grandma brought stuffed Wall.e along for the ride. We were going to pick up the matching Eve in the parks. Reunite them. Make the claws hold hands. Like it should be.

After the big glitter fiasco, Grandma gave PS her Wall.e early. To cheer her up. We had brought Wall.e into the Magic Kingdom the second time. To find Eve. I could just hear the music. My chin started dimpling.

We checked every stinking store. No such thing as a stuffed Eve. Or another stuffed Wall.e. Children who spotted the Wall.e we did have screamed “Wall.e”. They tried to get to the stuffed toy. Turning and twisting in their mother’s arms. I felt awful teasing these kids with something that they couldn’t buy anywhere.

Back to the program!!

Where were we? Getting off of Aladdin. The Cast Member was still running the show, though her happy smile was slipping off her face.

We decided to go to Casey’s for a snack. We had made the large trek around to find the perfect place to spend our Dinning Plan points. We rolled up into Casey’s and I was able to secure us a spot on the teeny, tiny bleachers facing the cartoons. Old Time cartoons. The way it should be. Mr. The King goes off to hunt.

The kids settle in next to me. Me, PS, PC. We were sitting on the middle and we could put our food in front of us on the lower step. Mr. The King comes around the corner. The first thing I notice was the size of the cups. We all got Full size sodas. It was half as tall as PS. She grabbed her soda with huge eyes. I look at this ginormous amount being contained by a flimsy little lid. As the words “maybe we should put that soda down” started to form on my lips… Kersplat! A huge tidal wave of sticky soda is thrown on the floor.

Oh my dog. That is a lot of liquid. And that is a very high traffic lane. People that have been to Disney before know that you can cut through Casey’s and the stores if the parade is on. And it was. Spectro Magic was Spectroing. Mr. The King went to find help.

I tried warning the determined looking Disney guests, but there were many and they were pleased with themselves for knowing the fancy escape route. I think it traps you down the end there. But whatever. They were hopping if they saw the spill in time, sloshing and slipping if they didn’t. You feel so guilty with the soda that is so obviously yours pooling in front of you.

Shame, I had it.
The spilled soda shame.

The pool of soda was so big Disney dispatched lifeguards while assembling the clean up crew. And wouldn’t you know it. Somebody pooped in the soda and they had to shut it down.

Really.

Not really.

Mr. The King returned with a fresh faced Cast member who must sop up the sodas he jerks on a regular basis. Wow. The sentence sounded so dirty. A soda jerk. You know, from the 50’s. It is not dirty.

Quit looking at me like that.

Speaking of dirty. Mr. the King hands me my Casey’s hot dog after the jerk was done.

Stop.

Looking.

I unveiled my dog and it was huge. And very limp. I like a little snap to my dog. I want it to crunch like a pickle and taste like a ball of bologna. I stared at it. It’s color was just too flesh like. It resembled that fat baby’s leg. I was hungry and I know it will taste good. I have had them before. I closed my eyes and took a healthy sized bite. I tried to ignore how long it took for my top set of teeth to touch my bottom set of teeth. So much meat. No snap. Just like gnawing on a baby.

If I did that.

Which I don’t.

I force another bite down. Why does this feel like Fear Factor all of a sudden? I focus on some fries. Which look and taste exactly like fries.

Now my family is sitting on the middle of the bleachers, food on the front step. (The jerk refilled the soda pool sans poop almost immediately.)
I notice that all the little tables and bleachers are full of eaters.

Except that one row of seats behind me. Which would uncomfortably sit about four people with their tray’s resting on our heads.

And wouldn’t you know it?

An entire soccer team full of people managed to cram in there. It was the clown car of the bleachers. You know the groups of slender people in matching shirts that follow a flag holder like a flock of fish (or school or whatever)? Yeah, they decided this would work for them. I was amazed as one after another climbed on board our bleachers.

I found the jiggler cheek to cheek with three other butts. I felt like a glutton using two whole benches for my family and our food.
Ever sit next to the dude on the bus that insists on sitting with his legs wide open? Like he is smuggling a pair of watermelons in his pants?
I felt like that bus guy. With my watermelons.

We packed up the food in the stroller and wandered into the night.
The soccer team tumbled backward when the Jiggler packed up it’s toys and went home. Like the little boy with his finger in the hole of the damn, the jiggler was an important part of holding the whole team in their precarious position.
Boom.
Oh Don Piano.

In front of Casey’s, making way for the frantic secret route crowd to maneuver , we consulted our cell phones for the time.

It was worth waiting for the Fireworks. We parked ourselves in a good spot with a full view of the castle. PS cradled her pool sized soda and settled into the stroller.

Mr. The King and I are talkers. We talk to each other a lot. And if you are standing next to us, We will join you in. The couple next to us were there for a trip of a lifetime. Three kids, wife was setting up a tripod to take pictures and a friendly Dad.

We got to talking, because that is what they do. Did you ever meet someone, somewhere and think “Gee, I wish they lived in my neighborhood?” I wanted to work some Mr. Rodgers voodoo and make these people relocate. What a sweet family. Nice kids, nice parents. We all wound up enjoying the show together.

Wishes.

I was a little concerned about it. The last two times we watched it were not to optimal viewing moments. The second to last time, my kids were afraid of the villain part. They weren’t crazy about the loudness of fireworks, but they lost their cool when the castle was “claimed” by the forbidding colors and green firworks.

I remember holding an inconsolable PS who was screaming “Is Cinderella Dead!!” while trying to get through the wall of people between me and the exit.

And the last time we saw the fireworks I provided the kids with ear plugs and we sat by Winnie the Pooh’s rubber room for toddlers. That was nice, they were happy, but we could not hear the music.

This year we were risking full frontal castle. Music, Fireworks, Lights. I passed out the earplugs. I was not sure how far PS was planning on taking this new FEAR thing she was working on. I planned to duck into Casey’s if she was upset. Maybe go swimming in a soda pool.

It starts. It is wonderful. The fireworks show is ridiculous. How expensive that must be! It makes you feel like royalty to have a frivolous fireworks show just to celebrate your vacation. I glance at the kids. The earplugs are plugging just fine. They are immersed in the show.

Mr. The King is so happy to take 4,789 pictures. Though, the new mom in our neighborhood had a big tri pod and a remote for snapping the pictures. I guess that is supposed to make the outcome superior. Apparently, in photography the less you touch your equipment, the better.

Money - hands = Happy photographer

Here are some of his favorite pics:

Eventually the long luxurious show ends. I check out the kids. They loved it! I am so thrilled. They are talking about it amongst themselves. Our new neighbors pack up their stuff and sweet kids. We feel like hugging them goodbye, but refrain. Maybe we are just drunk on fireworks? The men shake hands.

A few feet away I hear Mr. The King in my ear “I am going to need one of those tripods. I loved that remote timer.”

I guess that will do it for this chapter. But our night is far from over. This never ending first day is humongous. We were heading over for our bracelets. Our Extra Magic Hours bracelet.

But before I pinch this one off, I will share two cute stories with you.
PS and I were watching TV and saw a picture of a portrait. I decide to grill PS.

Me ~ “Who is that”
PS ~ “Haberham Lincoln” she says confidently.
Me ~ “What was he?”
PS ~ “The President”
Me, impressed, ~ “Of what?”
PS ~ “Um…..The penny?”


Last story, When PC talks to you, you feel like you should be sitting at a desk with a notebook. He has the lilting voice of a professor.

PC ~ “Mom, fleas are avid travelers.”
Me ~ “Really?”

PC ~ “Because their home is always moving!”

These kids crack me up.


Chapter 12 Carcasses and Dung

 

[Mrs. The King]

Hi Nab, Hi MommyP

Mrs. the King, Do I get a referral fee?

Oh, and by the way, I do not know the actual pooper scooper guys, but I know the manager.

Great report!

A referral fee coming your way! Sometimes, when I am done grooming my crazy hairy dogs, I have enough hair to make a little faux dog. I will spray this hair sculpture with hair spray and sent ot straight to you

Your Dad ROCKS! Yes I yelled this! I sure did! Here is why.

I have a party bladder. arty: I can go all day baby and not have to stop no matter how much I drink. Yes I can.

Dh, not so much. Every stinkin' exit. Every ride we get off of there MUST be a potty break. I feel for your father. I do. I'm on his side.

Now, I cannot imagine the potty intrusion. I've had the usual door ajar situations where you can kick the door shut before your business becomes public knowledge but not a full on out public service announcement by a male.

Your kids are so cute the way the patiently wait for eachothers activities. I love it when mine show how much they love eachother by the little things they do. LIke you, I try not to take advantage of it. God knows I was not that nice of a sister to my brothers.

I'm so glad the bad mojo left and you had a great day.

Vampire OUT! (I dont even know what I'm talking about anymore.)

Vampire in. It is morning, so quickly, I love the party bladder. Vampire out

 

[Mrs. The King]

Well when I was younger and we lived in an old house I locked myself IN the toilet, eventually I was found and I had to chuck the key out of the window to my Dad who rescued me, he spent all day (which happened to be my Birthday party) singing, "Oh dear what can the matter be, Jo anne got stuck in the lavatory she was there from Monday to Saturday and nobody knew she was there," yeah my friends thought it was hilarious BTW do you know that song?

Ok. This story is disturbing on a lot of levels. And I love every single one of them. Butt, my favorite is your dad's song, hands down

 

[coteau_chick]

We sat there too at Caseys and my ds Brennan spilled his gigantic drink too

I love the stories your children told you. Your ds sounds like mine. You never know what your kids will come up with. One time when my dd Courtney was three we were at Wal-Mart. She spotted a Lion King bra. She said, " I want that Lion King bra" I told her she didn't need a bra. She said, " Look you I have Jesus in my heart and I need that Lion King bra!"