The happyhaunts go South... the endless trip report!

[mojophone]

What in the world are CROCS?

 

[mojophone]

What happened to the pics? Is it just me and my pc illiterate self? Because all I see are little tiny boxes with a red x in the middle of it

 

[TastefullyChris]

Crocs are really comfy kinda squishy rubber beach shoes. Ugly as sin, but worth it for the way your feet will feel! Check out www.crocs.com to view.

They sell them at sporting goods stores like Dicks, also at Nordstroms and for some strange reason, some Hallmark card shops.

 

[BratTink]

so sorry, my darling of a wife have threaten to kill me if any comes up missing.
however, may i suggest ..thrumper-girl/friend-"tara" might be able to help.[ i
don't know her {actually i don't know anyone here} but i read her really cute
report and since she has a lucky bunny...maybe she has a spare? or maybe
a smurf---we had all kinds from our firstborn..[that's right i've never mentioned him--he was the prefect baby..which gave us a false sense of
-just about everything for our second. let me tell you....he was so beautiful that he used to draw crowds. and he was the best behave baby you can imagine. remember "baby on board" and all the other junk on t-shirts? hind-
sight..i would made one proclaiming " beautiful baby maker".bet that would
have produced better results than a semi with "loaded"? anyhoo he refused
anything to do with smurfs and instead started a career in ghostbusting--including every figure keener ever made. however, our second did had 15 min
of fame --he was chosen in a penney ad campaign. ironic, they are very
big..like 6/5 and 230 lbs. think about food bills. no wonder our neighbors have
bmw's and us...got to say, i was very impress how you handle all the water
diaster. i am sorta debating about writing a trip report from our visit last oct..
as alot of the current t/reports are during the same time. however, i sorta afraid-i 'll lose the rest of my hiney from being chewed out...may i ask
why you wrote one? and let's say we always seem to have some real
interesting encounters in all our trip. [which my wife blames on me -her
only fault]. anyway,sorry about the guinea pig.
p.s.--he,he,he ..sure glad my wife has no idea about this site or i have
to sleep with one eye open.

Ok, sorry, I'm going to say it, please please PLEASE read "Hooked on Phonics"

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

What happened to the pics? Is it just me and my pc illiterate self? Because all I see are little tiny boxes with a red x in the middle of it

I can see all the pictures. Not sure how to help you. But... you're not missing much. They're not too CLEAR. Heh, heh. Mel.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

What in the world are CROCS?

Crocs are really ugly but they ROCK!!!! Big time.

Just like Steven Tyler.

 

[mojophone]

You are I think the one person that I would truly love to meet especially that since I am (have been told) that I am completely and utterly a 12 year old trapped in the body of a 41 year old man. Is that possible? Also with you and your family around mine actually might not seem as dysfunctional lmdsao. Just Kidding about that but I would really love to meet you and yours with mine in tow. I am seriously hoping to meet people down there and make some new (penpals) haven't had any of those since my army days.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

I am completely and utterly a 12 year old trapped in the body of a 41 year old man. Is that possible?

How ironic. 'Cause I am a 41 year old man trapped in the body of a 37 year old woman! And my husband is the exact opposite. Heh, heh.

I'm also Irish and in a strange and silly mood since it's MY HOLIDAY today!!!!! Go git yerself a green beer somewhere today!!!! Cheers, Mel.

 

[kathymc]

OK - this is when you know you "know" people on the DIS too much. I'm driving in my car at lunch and they are doing celebrity birthdays and I automatically think of you! Do you know who’s birthday is today?

Do ya?

The one and only Gary Sinese!

that man is fine.....

one more reason to drink green beer today

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

OK - this is when you know you "know" people on the DIS too much. I'm driving in my car at lunch and they are doing celebrity birthdays and I automatically think of you! Do you know who’s birthday is today?

Do ya?

The one and only Gary Sinese!

that man is fine.....

one more reason to drink green beer today

NO WAY!!!! Well... Happy Birthday Baby!!!! Thanks for the "Gary" info, kathymc. Yes... that man IS fine.

What a GREAT DAY this is! Everyone on the Dis, please join me in a drink: To St. Paddy's Day, to Gary and to the little-known Irish/American genius of horror writer Vincent O'Sullivan!!! Let's raise a glass or else... we could plunge a dagger into someone's neck in his honour. Hummm... let's stick to drinkin'. Methinks. Happy St. Patrick's Day to all.

P.S. Also have a drink in Mel and Mel's honour. We SOMEHOW convinced a lovely young eager neighbour girl to babysit for us tonight. We're goin' out. 'Cause I had a very bad 9 hours at the hospital yesterday, with poor little Tommy, while consulting with a plastic surgeon and finally getting his face stitched up. The middle of his right eyebrow and on up his forehead. Again... one word. Calvin.

 

[bigsis1970]

OH MY GOODNESS!!!! hope he is doing better now !!! have a great time out tonight Michelle

 

[javamom]

There was no beer involved of any color, but there was coffee and plenty of it. Every year we have a Blarney Breakfast as a fundraiser for a local charity. It is always great fun, and you get a souvenir coffee mug. So it's all good!

They have Irish step dancers, pipers, silent auction items, and local celebs and officials run around pouring coffee and putting their "tips" in the jar for the charity. It's all good fun! We go every year, and pay way too much for a good cause.

 

[1stTimeDisneyer]

Mel

What happened to Tommy? Is he going to be aright? I am glad you are getting a date night tonight I hope you have a great night.

Please let us know how Tommy is doing. I am guessing Calvin is grounded for life.

 

[jes77]

I have really enjoyed your report
Thanks

 

[javamom]

Oh wow, Tommy! Oh man, I know what that is like. ((((TOMMY, MEL))))))

 

[LaLa]

Hey Mel-

Just want to say I loved your trip report. You're one funny chick.

Hope Tommy's okay. You know we're gonna need more details on that one.

And oh, BTW, check out my new avatar Javamom made. Sound familiar???? Now I'll never get that song out of my head!

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Part 1 (heh, heh):

So... I'm gonna tell you, my Disfriends, all about what happened to Tommy. 'Cause I have a few minutes here and I know that, by now, you all know and LOVE Tommy. And Beth. Oh... and me and Mel, The General, Gary Sinese, Maelstrom and the cat. Am I forgetting anything? Nope. Nada. I think. Heh, heh. Since the kidlets were off for the whole week from school I decided to take them to West Point for a couple of days. That's right. To The General's. Home. Ish. Yep... you can say I decided to take one for the team! But... at least... I got to visit MY OWN CAT there, too. We went Wednesday. On Thursday morning, around 8am, I was doing what any good and responsible mother does when her kids are off of school and a bigger, meaner, stronger person is awake and IN CHARGE. I was attempting to hide under the covers in my old bedroom and pretending to still be asleep. And, also, I was wondering why it is that my Mother has never changed that one particular bedroom at all in twenty years? It's the exact same as it was when I left home for university in 1987. In fact, it's a somewhat painful shrine to the late 70's, early and mid 80's and my childhood. Creepy dee. My crap is still in the closet, drawers, dresser tops, shelves and on the walls. Right down to trophies, pictures from high school, my Wayne Gretzky Edmonton Oiler jersey and my old broken ballerina jewelery box filled with junk jewelery from carnivals and fairs. A crapload of shiny metallic blue Happy Faces and Peace signs. And some sort of feathery clip thingie. That I used to hook on my purse. Stylin'. Plus... plus... this little bronze Smurf statuette which I got from the first guy I ever made out with at a bush party. Yep. A small-town hick "Oscar" for Best Inappropriate Behavior in the Wilderness. Thanks. And my turntable and record albums. Culture Club. Wham! ! Ha, ha, ha! Oh... and my diaries. Which are really a hoot. I think. Anyway, The General LOVES to haul those out and read from them to the three kids. And to company at Christmas and Easter. Thanksgiving. Yada. Yes... I DO have a thick skin. I am a proud graduate of West Point. Sooooo... I'm hiding, errr, sleeping in when I hear the thundering of feet downstairs in the living room. Now, The General has a big house. And there is a natural circuit or racetrack through the entire 2nd floor. It runs through a landing, the living room, dining room and the kitchen. The boys can pick up some pretty good speed. And so did I, years ago, running away from my Mother. And... last Christmas, too. After she opened the "fun" gift I got her. But... BUT... the kids have been FORBIDDEN to run in that part of West Point. Only there, though. The General allows running in the basement, the 1st floor and the 3rd. AND, get this, THEY are allowed to TOUCH the WALLS! And make a mess. Sorta. I never, ever, ever, ever was. Geez. The privileges that come to those of higher rank. I guess. So (yep... you can start counting these just like the Preacher's)... I hear the pounding of feet, shrieking laughter, and then a huge crash. Silence. Then screaming. Tommy. Calvin. The General. I fly out of my foxhole and down the stairs, wishing I had worn pjs to bed... back up the stairs, grab a robe and back down. Whew. (Listen... West Point is bloody hot at night. The General is old.) There is a bloody mayhem in the living room. There is blood on the carpet, Tommy's face and head and leaking through Calvin's fingers because his both hands are pressed to Tommy's eye. OH DEAR GOD! His EYE! Please, please, please God... let him have an eye under there. Two functional eyes, please! Which is a prayer common to mothers of boys. I think. Anyhow... it's a prayer I've had the pleasure of repeating before. Twice. Calvin is crying hard and saying "I'm sorry, Tommy, I'm sorry!" over and over again. Apparently, they were chasing each other. Calvin after Tommy that time. Tommy picked up a good burst of speed on the landing and went around a love seat, did a sort of run thingie up the side of the couch and wiped out smashing his head on the pointy-a$$ old-lady table beside the couch. I mean... the lovely antique. The General came running with a washcloth and towel. And immediately tended to her rug. Heh, heh. Not really. But... give her a few minutes. Anyway, The General used to be a nurse. A really good and mean one. But she crumbles in the face of Grandchildren Blood. So I had to pry Calvin's bloody hands off of Tommy's screaming face and take a look. Figure out a plan. Ick. It was NOT GOOD. I knew it was bad by the sheer volume of head blood and by the yawning sideways "mouth" of flesh showing over his right eye. But... no bone was visible. Good. And he still had his right eyeball. That's the sclera, pupil and iris for all you eyeball buffs out there. So... WOO HOO! Two good eyes, still. But... I KNEW he would need stitches. My Mother was all freaked out and so I called Beth to help me. Beth yelled downstairs that she was scared to come and look. Very. She was hiding upstairs crying for Tommy. I turned to my Mother and said, " Pull it together Boss... we're going to have to take him to the doctor and YOU are going to hold this over his head while I drive. Pull up your boots! Now!" Wow. The General actually took my orders for once. A miracle. I yelled for Beth to look after Calvin, threw some clothes on Tommy and myself then the three of us jumped in her car and drove to her doctor's office, like a bat out of Hell. An approximately 7 minute drive which I did in about 3 1/2. Picked up Tommy and ran in. The General followed.

To be continued. The wonderful reunion with my childhood physician, the hospital, the plastic surgeon's office, the break-in and looting, the hospital... again, the prisoner in the orange jumpsuit and handcuffs, the procedure, the phone calls, the Tammy Faye Bakker nurse and the gifts... all to come. Gotta run now. Dinnertime.

 

[PrincessNED]

Part 1 (heh, heh):
"I fly out of my foxhole and down the stairs, wishing I had worn pjs to bed..."

" on the pointy-a$$ old-lady table beside the couch. I mean... the lovely antique."




Almost lost bladder control on those while laughing

more, more ( he's still alive right )

 

[Lil' Grumpy]

i'm was sorry to hear of tommy accident...he is a tough & brave little
boy. [letting that dr. sew'm up]. and it sounded like you responded
like a pro--a regular emergency rn? my guess lots a practice? and i see
you gave great comfort measures [excluding the driving part but who
could blame you wanting to get there as fast as you could--good thing
no one was walking their dogs?] . i don't know about little girls, however,
i do know when boys are hurt --will always seek their mothers! thankgooodness as most fathers panic. [talking about my old days]
probably won't ever look at that table the same?
hope calvin is ok...are you sure hobbes wasn't in on it too? anyway glad
tommy back on the mend...[thanks in part of your speedy response]. and
i'm glad no serious damage...so he can get back for more adventures. "oh,
boy" [where h'v you heard that], life is exciting around your house!
maybe you should consider a reality show?]. how about " calving around
tommy despite the mother best efforts"...produced by good ole dad?
p.s. ..your room sounded most interesting & would make a good topic esp.
the diaries.

 

[1stTimeDisneyer]

Man oh man have you been busy! I hope everyone is doing better!


Would you like to tell us more about the break in, loot and the orange jump suit? What in the heck is going on up north?



Oh glad you got to see you cat again too!