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

[reelmom]

I hope he will be dancing with the ladies soon. Your family is my prayers.

 

[winkers]

I'm sorry to hear about Grandpa.

 

[myrsfmly]

So sorry, MTK, hope everything is ok

 

[jcc0621]

Hey everyone, please put in a good thought for my beloved Grandpa (In the party chapter), he is having some difficulty and is in the hospital. Thank you.

Deb for you and your family!

 

[carrieannie]

Hey everyone, please put in a good thought for my beloved Grandpa (In the party chapter), he is having some difficulty and is in the hospital. Thank you.

Oh no Deb! I`m sorry. hes in my prayers,,,

 

[Mrs. The King]

You'll all be in my thoughts and prayers.

I hope he will be dancing with the ladies soon. Your family is my prayers.

I'm sorry to hear about Grandpa.

So sorry, MTK, hope everything is ok

Deb for you and your family!

Oh no Deb! I`m sorry. hes in my prayers,,,

Thank you all so much. I was so touched by all the replies.

He is apparently going to rehab and then a nursing home. Such a tough decision. He needs are much different now and it will take some adjustment. I just pray it is not too hard on him emotionally. He is such a great guy.

 

[TarzansKat]

Thank you all so much. I was so touched by all the replies.

He is apparently going to rehab and then a nursing home. Such a tough decision. He needs are much different now and it will take some adjustment. I just pray it is not too hard on him emotionally. He is such a great guy.

I really feel for you, hon.

A couple of weeks ago, my grandfather had a heart attack. He was in the hospital, and is now doing rehab in a nursing home. He's a very, very independent man, and the mind is so willing. Sharp as a tack.

I have lots of for you.

 

[jenjolt]

Your grandfather will definitely be in my prayers!!!

Hi!! I'm Jen and I had to come out of lurkerdom after reading that your mom had been reporting you to the mods...it was a rough day at work and I wasn't feeling to well but then I read that and I laughed so hard I cried...it was beautiful and I have you to thank for that...so THANK YOU!!

I'm loving reading your TR it is fantastic!!!!

 

[whogirl'smom]

 

[HomeschoolMama]

Hugs for you and your grampa...

 

[lazydoxy66]

 

[whogirl'smom]

Hope everything is okay...I thought about you today when I made Creamsicle fudge. This was for my best friend for her birthday tomorrow. It's very weird thinking of a total stranger while you cook!

 

[Mrs. The King]

Chapter 29ish


First, I want to thank you all for the prayers and positive thoughts for my Poppy. The family decided he was safest in a nursing home after what seems to be a stroke, so that is where he is today. My mother was also trying to send her thanks in a post, so I apologize to the mods. I am sure they have received more reports on my trippie from my Mom . I really believe in the power of positive energy, so from my heart, I say thank you. And so does Mother the King.

The other day, when I was speaking to the cop on my front lawn at 6:20 in the morning, I was also saying “Thank you”. Braless.
When Mrs. The King was all snuggly in her bed, she had no idea how quickly and thoroughly the excitement in her morning would escalate.

I could hear Mr. The King taking a shower, so I knew when the phone started ringing at 6:10am it would not be answered. I thought mumblely, “I hope it doesn’t wake the kids.” As the answering machine clicked on, The grating voice of one of my bosses at the office of Human Resources croaked my name into the silent morning of our house, requesting a sub for that very day.

After some fuzzy thinking I realized I had missed out on a day of substitute teaching because I had missed the call. Darn it. I could use more Christmas money.

I got it in my head that I could try and log onto the sub service on line and beat the next money hungry sub before they could agree to the job on the phone with the relentless automatic Sub Finding machine.

I scurried down the hallway. I tried to make a lot of noise so I wouldn’t scare Mr. The King, while staying quite so the children would not wake up.
I only succeeded at one of those goals. Mr. The King’s morning had progressed to the point where he was on his way out the door when his lovely bride scared the life out of him by appearing out of nowhere.
Randomly, he was juggling a lunch, a tin foil colored table top tree with fiber optic lights, (which he hated and I loved), a coat, and what looked like a DVD player.

The job requirement of a Special Ed teacher sometime requires weird props. His over the top horror to my morning beauty monkey slapped my ego to the ground. And kicked it.

I stared at his Holiday themed juggling act while he recovered from his heart falling out of his behind. I stumbled away like the lifeless drone that I was. Just a small spark of brain power was compelling me towards the computer.
Mr. the King threw the front door open without turning off our house alarm.

Whooop Whoop Whoop.

Crap.

I am trying to beat the nameless sleepy other subs with my super fast computer skills. I try remembering my Employee ID number. (The secretary actually wrote it on the wall by where I sign in because I have such difficulty being an adult)

Mr. The King is annoyingly using his nose to press the numbers on the key pad to turn off our pleasant morning wake up to the neighbors. I Crock half an ear in the direction of the kids’ rooms. No one is waking up crying and scared.

You know, the kids wake up crying when a mouse farts at night, but sirens loud enough to blow the roof off this joint won’t wake them.
I roll my eyes at Mr. The King and he is off to the races. Still plugging away at the computer, I have never gotten a job this way before. Usually, I work side deals with the teachers, or they call me directly. Sort of like a ticket scalper. Or a drug dealer. Of goodness, of course, not evil.
The house phone rings. I answer it. The sweet lady at the alarm company inquires about my alarm. Mr. The King’s nose failed to hit the cancel alarm button. So although he silenced it, the alarm company still thinks we could be in danger.

She asks me for our password. I take a stab it. My best guess. I haven’t had to use this password in over 4 ½ years. The alarm lady bids me a good day and I thank her for the phone call.

Back to the computer, I accept the job working in my favorite kindergarten classroom. I beat everyone else out for the job. I started my victory dance, swinging the jiggler around.

Knock Knock.

I stand in my kitchen looking at the hand knocking on my front door. I decide right then I hate the frosted glass on my door. The hand looks disembodied. I guess Mr. the King had forgotten something.
But he has a key. And tends to use it. When opening the door.
I walk over to the living room windows and peel back the curtains.

There is a Police Cruiser.

There is a Policeman standing on my front steps.

I look down. Even though it was December, it had been a warm night. I had dipped into my Summer Pajamas. I had on my super short Mickey Sorcerer Shorts. (That’s right, I represent even when no one’s looking Dissers)
And a super V necked thin Pajama top. No one wears a Bra to bed. And neither do I. My hair was standing straight up. No make up. No shaved legs.

I gathered my troops, so to speak. This motion caused me to grab both of my hands together like a squirrel eating a nut. I flung open the door.
“Hi, Oh my gosh officer, I think my husband forgot to hit the cancel button, I just spoke to the alarm company.”

He looked so normal. Fully dressed. Professional. A day on the job.

And I am crazy Mickey short lady.

I glace over my shoulder and realize I am standing in front of my coat closet. Which is filled with, you guessed it, coats. I thought longingly of my winter coat. It is nice and long and down to my knees. Why didn’t I think to grab it before I opened the door?
No matter.

I had to attend to the gentleman in front of me. I am half whispering.
He speaks up “Well Mam, the alarm company called and said a female at the residence gave them the wrong password.”

I am that female.

The minute he said the word “Well”, my nimrod dogs decide to out-alarm the alarm. Two of them are right behind me in their crate, and the older, blind one is barking furiously in the wrong direction. It is a cacophony of crazy.

My theme music, if you will.

Now, I am thinking, if the kids wake up crying, I am going to have to go to them. And my new Police buddy is probably going to have to follow.
And at some point the squirrel will have to drop the nut, and the girls will have to fend for themselves. And that thought is far more frightening to me than all the artillery he has wrapped around his waist.

I try to scream/whisper to this Police man, that I am ok. And of course “Thank you”. Because even in my “shocked am I standing in front of a grown man I never met in my pajamas?” state, I am extremely thankful. The bravery it takes to roll up to a house that could possibly hold an unfathomably scary situation just to protect me and my family is not lost on me.

But first I have to convince him that I am fine and I am not a danger.
I think he figured out the danger part pretty quick.
But the fine part was a little harder to convey. Over the barking dogs. And the lack of clothes. And the only paying attention to the man with the gun with the tiniest part of my brain.

Listening for the kids. They are still quiet.
He figures I am only a danger to myself, and of course, the poor sucker that married me. He actually said “Just doing my job mam” (How long has he waited to throw that one into conversation anyway?)

I close the front door. I shush my ridiculous dogs. The blind one is hoping backwards in a circle.

In the sucking quiet that followed. I dropped the girls and grabbed fistfuls of my hair.
“I am going to kill my husband” I whisper.
PS, who mind you has slept through, sirens, dogs, Police, Mom’s confession, hears this tiny little utterance.
In a loud voice (Is the cop still outside the door, writing up paperwork??) she asks me “Who are you going to kill, Mommy?”

Oh for Pete’s banana. The luck of it.
He didn’t hear her. Thankfully.

What a great start to the day.

So where were we in the World?

That’s right. Innoventions.
We were whisked behind the giant velvet curtain. Waiting for us was Mickey, Minnie and Goofy. No one was in line in front of us. No one was behind us. Just us. And them. We took pictures, got teased and the kids were adored by all three. It really was fun. We get a free 5”X7” that we pick up in the Photo Center under the big ball as we depart later.

Next up, Mr. The King checked our Meal plan. Grandpa and Grandma had left their cards with us, to finish up whatever was left. (I know non-transferrable blah blah blah)
The combined total was outrageous. We had to eat 9 meals and 15 snacks by the end of the day. Now the Jiggler loves a challenge, butt even she was scared.

I guess we over budgeted ourselves. I didn’t want to wind up paying on our last day, and boy I sure didn’t have to. We will have to practice better meal plan management in the future. So we ate. Pretty much from here on out, if we weren’t actually in a building that prohibited it, we were eating.

After we ate we wandered over to get our Soarin’ Fast passes. We had quite a wait. We went over to the Character Connection for our last run through.
When PS got to Pluto, He lost his Puppy Mind over her. It was the sweetest. Licking her and jumping all around her. On his four paws. He is so real to her. Next up in our line up is Minnie. Who charades for PS to close her eyes and hold out her hands. Minnie drops a Pluto pin in her hands.
Magic.

Pure, undiluted magic. How is it that there can be thousands of visitors each day and Disney can make my little girl feel magic? Every time we go there! Disney embodies my philosophy for life, which is enjoy every day you are given.

The cast member that orchestrated this whole thing disappears before I get a chance to thank her.

We had a good blob of time before our parting shot at Soarin’.
So we boarded the monorail. PC was in heaven again. Just as we arrived at our super special banned Magic Kingdom, we encountered a super fast Pluto, who was so excited over PS’s outfit. Again. Almost like it was the first time he saw it.

And then Giant football sized raindrops started pelting us. Only in Florida could you get completely drenched after 3 raindrops hit you.
So for our victory stroll down Main Street we were like the cast of Ants, dodging the giant rain drops, eyes wide with fear, faces locked in terror. No, not really. But it was a dash. We made it over to the Electric Umbrella. And ate. Because we better. Or our Meal Plan leftovers would be shameful.

Mr. the King took PC to the Laugh Floor. PS was still too afraid. While the boys thoroughly enjoyed their humorous monsters, Ps and I tried to get onboard the Princess line. It had occurred to me that we had never met with a Princess this visit. Of course after the Bibbity Bobbity Boutique we were planning to meet Cinderella, but the glitter and the jellybags had stopped that funtertainement short.

The Princess line was insane. You would think the Princesses were stapling gold coins to the autograph books.
We get the cell phone call that tells us the boys are done.

As a family, we decide to conquer a mythical snack credit. The stuff of folklore and fairy tales.

For one measly snack credit, at the Main Street Bakery you could ingest an Ice Cream sandwich the size of your head. The cookie itself was baked with magic squeezed from Tinkerbell herself. Like she was a sponge. The ice cream was like mucus of the gods. Chocolate chips. Sugar. Fun. Heaven. Engorged stomach.

It was as good as it was reputed to be. Everyone needs to cram one down.
So what is left for the fulltastic Kings? We need to fulfill our Fast Pass requirements.

And there is drama in this mama’s future. Stomping. Being Snippish. To a Cast Member. Oh My Dog.



Christmas Bonus Jonas Chapter

 

[Mrs. The King]

Great update. I would have blamed the noise on the duck/s.
Oh tell me it isn't so - are we almost to the end of this wonderous adventure??!!

See that there is quick thinking. I have yet to be accused of that! I guess the end keeps creeping closer

That was gud.

G-U-D, gud.

You know?

Thanks for another great chapter!

Thank you for enjoying it!

I really feel for you, hon.

A couple of weeks ago, my grandfather had a heart attack. He was in the hospital, and is now doing rehab in a nursing home. He's a very, very independent man, and the mind is so willing. Sharp as a tack.

I have lots of for you.

Big Hugs for your Grandpa

Your grandfather will definitely be in my prayers!!!

Hi!! I'm Jen and I had to come out of lurkerdom after reading that your mom had been reporting you to the mods...it was a rough day at work and I wasn't feeling to well but then I read that and I laughed so hard I cried...it was beautiful and I have you to thank for that...so THANK YOU!!

I'm loving reading your TR it is fantastic!!!!

Jen! Thank you for your prayers for my Grandpa.

I am grateful that you came out of lurkerdom. I am so glad I made you laugh!! Say here, out of lukerdom, I love hearing from you.

Hugs for you and your grampa...

Hope everything is okay...I thought about you today when I made Creamsicle fudge. This was for my best friend for her birthday tomorrow. It's very weird thinking of a total stranger while you cook!

I wrote this chapter thinking about you too! But I am willing to bet, after two trip reports, we aren't strangers anymore

 

[Goofyluver]

I'm sending good thoughts for your dear grandfather.

Now...on to this here trippie...

First...isn't it amahzing how Disney can make each and every child feel like they are the #1 most important being in all of the land? It's a gift. From Walt above.

Second...I too had an encounter with the police this week. I had to go grab the doglets from the groomer...and was taking too long to get back to work. Jen MAY or may NOT have gunned her engine...ala Jimmy Johnson...to put a little step on it.

When what to my glorious eyes does appear?

A shiny new police cruiser...with no tiny reindeer.

Wooops.

Mr. Officer, sir, walks up to my window...to tell me that I have obviously forgotten how to read the speed limit signs.

What does Jen say?

Nothing. Nada. Zip.

I burst into tears. Like a 15-year-old girl who got caught sneakin' in the window.

I explained to him that I had never had a ticket...and I couldn't bare the thought that my reputation would be tarnished.

He looked at me...obviously aware of my fragile state......and he said...

"I'm just doing my job, ma'am. (dejavu) Keeping you safe. I'll let you off THIS time...but please slow down."



I neglected to tell him that every other time I have Jimmy Johnsoned it around town...and I've been pulled over...I ALSO burst into tears.

Not because it's a ploy.

But, because it's my wierd reaction. Jen wants to be good...and untarnished by the law.

I wonder if it was the same occifer?

 

[Mrs. The King]

I'm sending good thoughts for your dear grandfather.

Now...on to this here trippie...

First...isn't it amahzing how Disney can make each and every child feel like they are the #1 most important being in all of the land? It's a gift. From Walt above.

Second...I too had an encounter with the police this week. I had to go grab the doglets from the groomer...and was taking too long to get back to work. Jen MAY or may NOT have gunned her engine...ala Jimmy Johnson...to put a little step on it.

When what to my glorious eyes does appear?

A shiny new police cruiser...with no tiny reindeer.

Wooops.

Mr. Officer, sir, walks up to my window...to tell me that I have obviously forgotten how to read the speed limit signs.

What does Jen say?

Nothing. Nada. Zip.

I burst into tears. Like a 15-year-old girl who got caught sneakin' in the window.

I explained to him that I had never had a ticket...and I couldn't bare the thought that my reputation would be tarnished.

He looked at me...obviously aware of my fragile state......and he said...

"I'm just doing my job, ma'am. (dejavu) Keeping you safe. I'll let you off THIS time...but please slow down."



I neglected to tell him that every other time I have Jimmy Johnsoned it around town...and I've been pulled over...I ALSO burst into tears.

Not because it's a ploy.

But, because it's my wierd reaction. Jen wants to be good...and untarnished by the law.

I wonder if it was the same occifer?

Well he didn't give me a ticket . But I do think he burst into tears after he saw my hairy, pale legs!!

Jen. I love you Hoilday inspired adventure

 

[Backstage_Gal]

Hi, MTK, I already mentioned this elsewhere, but I want to officially commend you for another hilarous update!

And the very best wishes for your granddaddy!

 

[ZZUB]

I honestly don't know why you're not arrested more. It must be due in part to the lax prosecution standards in your state.

In any event, you write some kind of funny.

But your Disney geography is messed up. If you were in MK and ate at Electric Umbrella, you either hopped a Monorail back to EPCOT, ate someplace that ISN'T Electric Umbrella, or you were having an episode.

I hope you have a Merry Christmas and everything is ok with your Poppy.

 

[winkers]

Chapter 29ish

And at some point the squirrel will have to drop the nut, and the girls will have to fend for themselves.

that is the funniest thing I've read in a long time!!!

 

[belledreamer]

Hi there!

First-time commenter, long-time reader, and I just have to say, I LOVE reading your trip reports!

You have such a wonderful knack for storytelling and I just love reading about the misadventures of "The Jiggler" and your pursuit of all things fudge.

It's not to often that I'll read a trip report and cry laughing everytime I read it! Can't wait for the next installment!