Aaaah yes my friends. It's been ages since I last graced the internet space that is the DISboards. And so very much has happened.
Bernie Mac has passed on to a better place, may he rest in peace.
Michael Phelps is one gold away from proving he actually is an advanced audioanimatronic figure.
John Lynch has signed a 1-year deal with the Pats, which BF is
super excited about.
I have seen approximately 16 DVR'd episodes of Food Network Challenge, slept late, eaten out, played mini-golf, gone to the zoo and packed.
Yes, packed.
But not the kind of packing you think.
I have no pictures of my nicely arranged toiletries in this lil' mini-update for you. No photos of how meticulously I've packed my close and painfully small amount of shoes in my suitcase for it's inaugural use. Heck, I don't even have luggage tags to show you.
But that's because I haven't been packing for this trip. (Yet. Fear not.)
Rather unexpectedly, BF and I have decided to move. We currently live in a VERY large 3rd floor apartment in the city. It's in a gorgeous house in a pretty nice neighborhood. It's well-kept, has coin laundry in the basement, off-street parking for one car and we have a great landlord who lives onsite. The rent is high for our area, but the apartment is worth it.
Sounds good, you say.
Why move, you ask?
Well, because for about the same amount, we're now the proud renters of a house in the town across the river. Same amount of bedrooms (one of which will be used as a walk-in closet - how excited are my shoes???), living room, dining room, kitchen, basement with FREE washer and dryer, attic storage also, off-street parking for both cars and a yard with a fire pit. It's one street from the water and two blocks from the waterfront park on the quietest street imaginable. We can also walk to a beach and a farmer's stand for fresh fruits and veggies. The only things we're giving up are a dishwasher (we may buy a portable one) and a big bathroom (the new one is very small).
We're very excited. VERY.
So, by this point, you're probably asking what the heck this has to do with Disney and this PTR.
Well...
Tink leaves for Disney the morning of Saturday, 9/20 and returns in the afternoon of 9/28.
BF will get the keys to move in the last full week of September...the week Tink is in Disney.
Rendering her unable to help with the physical move.
Meaning BF is 100% responsible for moving us.
Let's talk about how much eyelash-batting and "I love you"-ing Tink has done this past week.
I offered to cut part of my trip short and move my flight to come home on the 26th but BF wouldn't hear of it. He told me to go and have a good time and he'd have us in by the time I got back on three conditions:
1. I have everything, literally EVERYTHING WE POSSESS packed and labeled before I set foot on the plane to Orlando, that way all he and whomever is helping him move have to do is pick things up and move them to the correct new location with no guessing.
2. I have to arrange new pick-up arrangements from the airport. Done and done. My momma and poppa are going to pick us up, unless BF finishes early and is still sble to move and wants to collect his true love from the airport his own self.
3. I have to return to the old apartment on Monday, 9/29 to commence and complete the final clean-up. Check and check.
So there you have it my friends. I have been DIS MIA for the past week and that's why. I'm typing this now, sitting on my couch looking at a pile of boxes and thinking, "I have FOUR boxes of just hanging pictures?!"
Oh and while we were supposed to head to Six Flags in Jersey for our vacation this week where I would've road-tested some of my Disney items, that plan was nixed due to the new home situation and an unexpected $550 brake job BFs car needed. Mine, unfortunately, also needs brakes. Gr. Argh.
In other PTR-related news, I stepped into our local
Disney store this past week and was, well, a little disappointed. I remember when the Disney store was all about Disney things for ALL ages. If I had walked into one more Hannah Montana or High School musical display, I'd have gone blind. I did, however, find a very cute Tink sweatshirt that I was
very tempted to purchase, though I held off. I think I'd rather get something in the parks. I also found a thing or two for the gift bags I'm making.
I need to get serious and start making some lists (LL is likely dancing in her chair as she reads this) so that I can be sure everything is done for both the trip and the move since, as far as they're both concerned in my book, they are only
34 days away!!!
Unfortunately, this may mean cutting out a few non-essential trip planning plans but I think I can deal with that. So, I leave you with THE LIST (NOHeroes), Trip Version 1.0 (I'll spare you the moving list):
1. Complete t-shirts.
2. Cash in change for a Disney gift card.
3. Activate rewards card with Disney points.
4. Complete gift bags for Missy and the TK clan.
5. Review packing list for any other essentials to be bought and purchase said missing essentials.
6. Review trip binder materials to ensure all loose ends are tied up and all the necessary information is ready to go.
7. Watch the mailbox for confirmation materials.
8. Pack for the trip.
The last thing I want to share with you is a conversation that Missy had with her sister, who just returned from a Disneymoon at the Beach Club:
Missy: So you had a good time?
Missy's Sis: Yes. The resort was beautiful. Oh and on one of our last days we went to the Polynesian to eat. You HAVE to go there.
Missy: Um. I'm sort of staying there.
Missy's Sis: Wow! Well then there's this place you HAVE to go for breakfast...
Missy: Yeah, we're all over that.
Missy's Sis: Oh and you simply must order...
Missy: Tonga Toast. Roger that. Nik's got it all set up.
Or is that Rte. 6. All those rotaries (either traffic circles or roundabouts to you non-MA folk) might have me turned around. Metaphorically. Literally. Possibly physically.
