Mrs. The King
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Chapter 27
What a week. Mr. the King had an annoying man form of bronchitis. My dryer busted, so I had to buy a new freaking one. My house looks like it was robbed, but unfortunately, it wasnt, so I still have to clean up a lot of stuff. PC had a make up soccer game in the middle of the night (6:45pm) with a temperature of 14 below crazy. Both kids had a family reading night that I signed up for and agreed to bake my famous cookies. They have everything in them.
Actually, they are Paula Deans famous cookies. I usually cant watch her because of all the finger sucking she does. Why cant they get this chick some background music so I dont have to hear her digestive juices churning? Creeps me out. (PM me if you want the recipe).
Oh! And I agreed to prep 44 intricate turkey projects. Which involved 440 pieces of paper stapled to varying lengths, colors and sizes of construction paper. I watched three Oprahs while cutting and stapling until 2:00am.
Weird week. Stressful week. My friend Erin had some complications with her ALS and wound up in ICU. She is home, recovering.
Its the kind of week that makes you wish you could soak your jellybags in vodka. Makes you feel like you are holding an armful of angry porcupines in a room full of balloons. Impossible and ouchy.
But it is Friday now. Thank heavens. Slapping on my make up this morning, I grabbed a black pen instead of my eyeliner. I stopped just before I applied it. If this week was one day longer I think the danger I would do to myself would be phenomenal. Bad enough I am throwing out spoons and trying to crate the dogs in the refrigerator.
Mr. The King is going to take me on a date to see Twilight over the Turkey day vacation. I am crazy about the books and cant wait to see the movie. So that is good.
I have 17 tons of laundry to catch up on and my family keeps on insisting on wearing more clothes.
But please dont tell my kids I am saying the whole week was sucky. I always tell them There are no bad days, just bad moments. Dont waste a whole day thinking negative thoughts.
God, I am annoying.
So I am going back to Disney, in my head. A form of soothing medication.
We were headed to EPCOT for our final evening.
On the trip over on the Monorail, PS and Grandpa start a copy me game. Which was adorable. Leave it to my Dad. He can pull fun out of anywhere.
When I was little, my sister and I loved Foot We talked to Foot all the time. Foot was my Dads white sock clad foot. I can still remember my sister and I fighting to breathe and laugh at the same time. Dad would sit in a chair, and our sweet friend Foot would be propped up on the ottoman.
Simple things that make huge memories. My Dad rocks at that. So he proceeded to make an adorable game with PS.
The sun was setting as we rolled into EPCOT.
We decided to get Fast Passes for Soarin. As we make our way into, The Land, we are pleasantly surprised. The wait time is only 20 minutes. We decide to wait. The whole crew of us, six strong, getting on one ride together. Which has yet to happen.
We get up to the pre show video. We enter, get buckled in. I was at the end of the row, with PS beside me.
The ride goes black and we are swooped up.
I couldnt help it. In that empty space next to me, she was there. My sweet friend, getting to fly. Not feeling the restraints ALS has imposed on her.
I saw the ride through her eyes. And it was miraculous. And I was free. I could feel the wind in my hair and smell the oranges in the trees.
And it was everything I promised Erin it would be.
The kids were delighted. My whole family was smiling. The energy of that moment was so pristine and perfect. When we were swooped down, it was to clapping. That ride outdoes itself, in my opinion.
PS was thrilled until we suggested riding The Land. She put her tiny foot down and decided Soarin was like having a Yeti chase you down a dead end ally while you are covered in Barbeque Sauce. So to punish Soarin' she refused to go on The Land. Why do kids do this? It is frustrating. If you liked it, you liked it. No changing your mind.
Ok. Never mind. I can hear Mother the King
and Grandpa laughing from here. I am sure my readers can imagine that if I am this much of a hot mess now, what I might have been like shrunk down small. I was the most annoying child ever created. I never actually stopped talking. And I never slept through the night. Almost every single night of my child life, I would wake up in my sweet lacey canopy bed and scream. I would scream for my father like the yeti had made it into my room and was setting up a bonfire and a rotisserie.
My father would run to me, every night. As fast as he could. On the way, he would hit his dresser. Which I imagine felt like a punch from a nun every time. Every time I was fine, just scared. He would rub his head and comfort me by making sure the room was intruder free. What a guy. I guess I owe that permanent lump on his head some patience for his granddaughter.
PC, Grandma, Mr. The King and I headed for the line entrance. With no people on it. There was a cast member there whose job was appenrently to tell people that The Land ride was not Soarin. Over and Over. His two little pointer fingers must ache at night. He will be able to point to Soarin for the rest of his life. No matter where in the world he is, like a compass. I watch his surprise as we intend on actually getting on The Land and not expect it to turn into a hang glider.
Me to Cast pointer guy~ Screw Soarin we want a real thrill.
And if that ride isnt still so stinking cute. PC loved it again. It is so much longer and relaxing than I ever remember . I think I get it confused with the
Its a Small World after all,
Its a Small World after all,
We are a bunch of Creepy Dancing dolls
We want to follow the Yeti to your room,
We are going to cause you pain
and eat your face
Its a Small world after all. ride.
No. Really. I love the dancing lifeless eyed dolls. I dont get scared they are going to go all Chuckie on us when the ride gets stuck.
Next, we headed to The Nemos Living Seas, or whatever its named itself now. Like Prince, Beyonce, and MGM Studios, I cant keep up.
Mr. The King tried his luck on Mission Space,
while I showed PS the fish and PC took Grandma and Grandpa on the moving shell ride.
I got to show PS the Manatees. I am crazy about those guys. Nothing has ever inspired me to wrap myself in rubber and stuff a head of lettuce in my mouth like those sweet-faced cuddlebags.
PC had a great time with the G-parents and they loved taking him on a ride. Next up, we waited for Crush. For some, unknown reason, the wait time was 400 years. They kept psyching us out, telling us it would be a few minutes longer. And it so wasnt. Finally, we packed into the theatre.
Crush starts his spiel, and hooray for us Crush picked my kids.
They told him that he was wearing a bra, and no, the bra did not make him look fat.
I cant believe they got picked again!! We are so fortunate. It is the neatest thing to get to talk to Crush.
We meet up with a stirred not shaken Mr. The King. Unfortunately, Innoventions closes early. Not sure why they unplug it so soon. We tried to decide what to do next.
The kids played on the little blocks of sidewalk that are designed with light. The details. This is what Disney excels at. Delighting us with the details. When you stumble upon something as charming as a slab of sidewalk sprinkled with magic, you cant help but give them a silent standing ovation in your head.
PC became an astronaut. The lights at his feet the explosive forces behind his spaceship.
PS became a twirling ballerina with the night sky as her stage.
The adults stepped back and watched the innocence sparkle. Kids still being kids. That is precious to me.
Mother the King finally lets us in on her evil phone calls. She and Grandpa were due to get their next set of hard tickets the day we were due to leave Disney. A shame really. We were able to visit Magic Kingdom with the hard tickets. As employees, my parents were allowed to let three people in a day on their Main Gate pass. The hard tickets would be sent to my parents house, bypassing us completely. We would have to use them next time we were in town. Mickeys town.
But Grandma hates when crap like that happens. So she was working the phones. She convinced the powers that be to send the tickets straight to Disney World. She and my Dad would pick them up. Four white tickets.
So this all translates to ONE MORE DAY!! We get to head into Magic Kingdom AGAIN! Just like tradition dictates!!! So instead of doing the walk of shame to pack our stuff up, we will be walking down Main Street. Go Grandma and Grandpa.
I have three words for you.
FudgeFudgeFudge!!!
Chapter 28 Bubbles and Giggles
What a week. Mr. the King had an annoying man form of bronchitis. My dryer busted, so I had to buy a new freaking one. My house looks like it was robbed, but unfortunately, it wasnt, so I still have to clean up a lot of stuff. PC had a make up soccer game in the middle of the night (6:45pm) with a temperature of 14 below crazy. Both kids had a family reading night that I signed up for and agreed to bake my famous cookies. They have everything in them.
Actually, they are Paula Deans famous cookies. I usually cant watch her because of all the finger sucking she does. Why cant they get this chick some background music so I dont have to hear her digestive juices churning? Creeps me out. (PM me if you want the recipe).
Oh! And I agreed to prep 44 intricate turkey projects. Which involved 440 pieces of paper stapled to varying lengths, colors and sizes of construction paper. I watched three Oprahs while cutting and stapling until 2:00am.
Weird week. Stressful week. My friend Erin had some complications with her ALS and wound up in ICU. She is home, recovering.
Its the kind of week that makes you wish you could soak your jellybags in vodka. Makes you feel like you are holding an armful of angry porcupines in a room full of balloons. Impossible and ouchy.
But it is Friday now. Thank heavens. Slapping on my make up this morning, I grabbed a black pen instead of my eyeliner. I stopped just before I applied it. If this week was one day longer I think the danger I would do to myself would be phenomenal. Bad enough I am throwing out spoons and trying to crate the dogs in the refrigerator.
Mr. The King is going to take me on a date to see Twilight over the Turkey day vacation. I am crazy about the books and cant wait to see the movie. So that is good.
I have 17 tons of laundry to catch up on and my family keeps on insisting on wearing more clothes.
But please dont tell my kids I am saying the whole week was sucky. I always tell them There are no bad days, just bad moments. Dont waste a whole day thinking negative thoughts.
God, I am annoying.
So I am going back to Disney, in my head. A form of soothing medication.
We were headed to EPCOT for our final evening.
On the trip over on the Monorail, PS and Grandpa start a copy me game. Which was adorable. Leave it to my Dad. He can pull fun out of anywhere.
When I was little, my sister and I loved Foot We talked to Foot all the time. Foot was my Dads white sock clad foot. I can still remember my sister and I fighting to breathe and laugh at the same time. Dad would sit in a chair, and our sweet friend Foot would be propped up on the ottoman.
Simple things that make huge memories. My Dad rocks at that. So he proceeded to make an adorable game with PS.
The sun was setting as we rolled into EPCOT.
We decided to get Fast Passes for Soarin. As we make our way into, The Land, we are pleasantly surprised. The wait time is only 20 minutes. We decide to wait. The whole crew of us, six strong, getting on one ride together. Which has yet to happen.
We get up to the pre show video. We enter, get buckled in. I was at the end of the row, with PS beside me.
The ride goes black and we are swooped up.
I couldnt help it. In that empty space next to me, she was there. My sweet friend, getting to fly. Not feeling the restraints ALS has imposed on her.
I saw the ride through her eyes. And it was miraculous. And I was free. I could feel the wind in my hair and smell the oranges in the trees.
And it was everything I promised Erin it would be.
The kids were delighted. My whole family was smiling. The energy of that moment was so pristine and perfect. When we were swooped down, it was to clapping. That ride outdoes itself, in my opinion.
PS was thrilled until we suggested riding The Land. She put her tiny foot down and decided Soarin was like having a Yeti chase you down a dead end ally while you are covered in Barbeque Sauce. So to punish Soarin' she refused to go on The Land. Why do kids do this? It is frustrating. If you liked it, you liked it. No changing your mind.
Ok. Never mind. I can hear Mother the King
and Grandpa laughing from here. I am sure my readers can imagine that if I am this much of a hot mess now, what I might have been like shrunk down small. I was the most annoying child ever created. I never actually stopped talking. And I never slept through the night. Almost every single night of my child life, I would wake up in my sweet lacey canopy bed and scream. I would scream for my father like the yeti had made it into my room and was setting up a bonfire and a rotisserie.My father would run to me, every night. As fast as he could. On the way, he would hit his dresser. Which I imagine felt like a punch from a nun every time. Every time I was fine, just scared. He would rub his head and comfort me by making sure the room was intruder free. What a guy. I guess I owe that permanent lump on his head some patience for his granddaughter.
PC, Grandma, Mr. The King and I headed for the line entrance. With no people on it. There was a cast member there whose job was appenrently to tell people that The Land ride was not Soarin. Over and Over. His two little pointer fingers must ache at night. He will be able to point to Soarin for the rest of his life. No matter where in the world he is, like a compass. I watch his surprise as we intend on actually getting on The Land and not expect it to turn into a hang glider.
Me to Cast pointer guy~ Screw Soarin we want a real thrill.
And if that ride isnt still so stinking cute. PC loved it again. It is so much longer and relaxing than I ever remember . I think I get it confused with the
Its a Small World after all,
Its a Small World after all,
We are a bunch of Creepy Dancing dolls
We want to follow the Yeti to your room,
We are going to cause you pain
and eat your face
Its a Small world after all. ride.
No. Really. I love the dancing lifeless eyed dolls. I dont get scared they are going to go all Chuckie on us when the ride gets stuck.
Next, we headed to The Nemos Living Seas, or whatever its named itself now. Like Prince, Beyonce, and MGM Studios, I cant keep up.
Mr. The King tried his luck on Mission Space,
while I showed PS the fish and PC took Grandma
and Grandpa on the moving shell ride. I got to show PS the Manatees. I am crazy about those guys. Nothing has ever inspired me to wrap myself in rubber and stuff a head of lettuce in my mouth like those sweet-faced cuddlebags.
PC had a great time with the G-parents and they loved taking him on a ride. Next up, we waited for Crush. For some, unknown reason, the wait time was 400 years. They kept psyching us out, telling us it would be a few minutes longer. And it so wasnt. Finally, we packed into the theatre.
Crush starts his spiel, and hooray for us Crush picked my kids.
They told him that he was wearing a bra, and no, the bra did not make him look fat.
I cant believe they got picked again!! We are so fortunate. It is the neatest thing to get to talk to Crush.
We meet up with a stirred not shaken Mr. The King. Unfortunately, Innoventions closes early. Not sure why they unplug it so soon. We tried to decide what to do next.
The kids played on the little blocks of sidewalk that are designed with light. The details. This is what Disney excels at. Delighting us with the details. When you stumble upon something as charming as a slab of sidewalk sprinkled with magic, you cant help but give them a silent standing ovation in your head.
PC became an astronaut. The lights at his feet the explosive forces behind his spaceship.
PS became a twirling ballerina with the night sky as her stage.
The adults stepped back and watched the innocence sparkle. Kids still being kids. That is precious to me.
Mother the King
finally lets us in on her evil phone calls. She and Grandpa were due to get their next set of hard tickets the day we were due to leave Disney. A shame really. We were able to visit Magic Kingdom with the hard tickets. As employees, my parents were allowed to let three people in a day on their Main Gate pass. The hard tickets would be sent to my parents house, bypassing us completely. We would have to use them next time we were in town. Mickeys town.But Grandma
hates when crap like that happens. So she was working the phones. She convinced the powers that be to send the tickets straight to Disney World. She and my Dad would pick them up. Four white tickets. So this all translates to ONE MORE DAY!! We get to head into Magic Kingdom AGAIN! Just like tradition dictates!!! So instead of doing the walk of shame to pack our stuff up, we will be walking down Main Street. Go Grandma
and Grandpa. I have three words for you.
FudgeFudgeFudge!!!
Chapter 28 Bubbles and Giggles
, Erin is in my thoughts and prayers, I hope you have a great time on your date. Your installments always make me laugh, make me think, and make me relive the magic of Disney. Thank you.
My bassett hound does the same thing with food!! 
At first I didn't like the actor who plays Edward, but by the end of the movie I was drooling.
