The happyhaunts go South... the endless trip report!
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hilarious!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1000thhappyhaunt said:
The same thing happaned to me in Casey,, while everyone sat eating their Dogs,, I was in tears looking for my daughter who would NOT spend her money any other day in the world,, BuT wouldn't you know it, she was buying a pen for ME! ( I could not decide what to do first, scream or hug her)
YOur reports are sich a delight to read, THANK YOU! The time and effort you put in to these has been fabulous..
I truly feel as if I am there with you and your family... I look forward to the rest...
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I'm back. After reading ZZUB's new intelligent AND witty chapter, a slight head injury and a quick trip to the Walk-in Clinic... I'm good to go. So here we are:
Part 21
Day 4, Dec 14: I wake up, first again, this morning, to... SILENCE! I mean... silence. Which is quickly broken when I realize the time. It's 10 o'clock! In the morning! On a DISNEY morning! We've broken the cardinal rule of vacationing! Which is that sleep is an needless waste of time. On vacation. Which is why our kids each have a Ritual Vacation Meltdown. Hummm? Need to rethink this. Maybe. The group sleep-in is ended by my shriek when I see the clock. Oh baby! We need to MOVE! Showers first. Me. Beth. Then the two boys together. Which is not really a "shower" but more of a "Screaming-butt-slap-fest-with-moisture". The only time I EVER was thankful for the lack of a lock on the BCV bathroom doors. I've discovered that if you roll up a good quality, sturdy towel very tightly and dip it in sink-water, whip the shower curtain open and snap it at your children... they WILL hurry through their morning cleansing routine. So a couple of red-hot bum spots later, it was DH's turn for his shower. Which DH passed on. Surprise. Whenever he has the opportunity to pass on a shower... he will. And then put on a hat. DH believes that HAT=CLEAN. I tend to disagree. But, whatever. Oh. Stop me, 'cause here's an aside. EXCEPT on camping vacations. Like canoe tripping. Then DH is right. Because I tend to make my hair into two long blond braids at the start of the trip and not wash them or look in a mirror till the end. Of the trip. When my braids are no longer blond but, more lightish brownish, and when combed out lose a cat-worth of hair. And while I'm on the subject of canoe tripping: NEVER, and I know this from experience, let a MAN estimate and pack the amount of toilet paper needed for a five-day wilderness adventure. EVER! Because the quantity of toilet paper used in a week is the great divining rod of the difference between the sexes. Ending. Sorry. And, by the way, "cat-worth" is not a word, either. I hope you know what I mean, though. So DH is ready and making coffee and throwing priceless poptarts at the kids. They haven't realized that I spent all our souvenier money on food items at the Beach Club Marketplace, yet. Beth gets ready and comes over to me with a wide black headband. "Here, Mommy!" she says, " Can you wear this in your hair today? So we match. It's just like mine and we'll look the same!" Oh goody. It's a severe look for me today. However, everyone says I look nice. DH says he wishes I would wear it more often... that I look "prissy". And then he amuses himself for a little bit. Ha, ha! Prissy. Super. So we fill up my Disney travel mug and DH's plain basic black one and head out to Epcot. DH bought me the Mickey mug but refuses one for himself. He prefers just a nice, masculine, black one. Like all the vehicles we've ever owned. All BLACK. Except for my one white van. DH HATED the white van. I wasn't crazy about it, either. But DH hated driving it. So it was worth it. In the long run. We head out walking to Epcot. Pausing only long enough to take a picture of us all crowded around the Ariel statue at the entrance to the BCV. DH likes Ariel. Must be her nicely defined stomach muscles. Just like the bellydancer's. DH also loves fishing. EWWWWW! Creepy. On that note... we head to the Living Seas. Stopping briefly in Canada. Because we're Canadian. And we need a picture of all our heads in the totem pole stocks. Or whatever that picture opportunity place is. Is it a cruel form of punishment or is it arty? Then straight to the Living Seas. And to Turtle Talk with Crush. Dude. Now this is where Tommy's belief that WDW is REAL comes to fruition. 'Cause Crush talks. To the audience. For real. Neat-"O"! And because the happyhaunts have stamps on our foreheads, Crush talks to US! Tommy almost peed. When we entered Turtle Talk, Tommy and Calvin raced for the front to sit on the floor. DH and I went to sit behind on the benches. Beth followed us and sat beside me. I suggested she go and sit with her brothers. She declined. She wanted to sit beside me. Shy girl. How in the world did I end up with one of those? So... I suggest she sit beside the boys just to keep an eye on Tommy who's been known to disappear in the past. She's very responsible so she agrees. Yeah! Joins the big group of kids sitting on the floor in front of Crush's tank. Crush swims up and does his dude stuff. It's cute. Crush reminds me of an old boyfriend. But he's green. And... smarter. Sheesh! Anyway, Crush spots Beth's head stamp. And tells his human CM that he would like to speak to the blond girl in the blue shirt. I can see Beth tense up from where I'm sitting. We're both nervous, now. So Crush says hello and wants to know if she's a swimmer. "Why, YES!" answers Beth. He wants to know if she swims FAST. "Why, YES!" she says. Wow! Crush appears to be impressed. He says he is. He wants to know how fast she swims. "Very!" And, then, if Beth wants to see how fast he can swim? "Sure!" she giggles. She's loving this now! He goes swimming away, fast and disappears and then zooms back. And says, "See... I was swimming with MAXIMUM BETH VELOCITY!" Ha, ha... HA! DUDE! She was quite pleased. New "favourite Beth thingie" at Epcot. Then we have to go watch a big ugly deformed manitee poop. Yuk. But... "new favourite Calvin and Tommy thingie" at Epcot!
To be continued.
Part 21
Day 4, Dec 14: I wake up, first again, this morning, to... SILENCE! I mean... silence. Which is quickly broken when I realize the time. It's 10 o'clock! In the morning! On a DISNEY morning! We've broken the cardinal rule of vacationing! Which is that sleep is an needless waste of time. On vacation. Which is why our kids each have a Ritual Vacation Meltdown. Hummm? Need to rethink this. Maybe. The group sleep-in is ended by my shriek when I see the clock. Oh baby! We need to MOVE! Showers first. Me. Beth. Then the two boys together. Which is not really a "shower" but more of a "Screaming-butt-slap-fest-with-moisture". The only time I EVER was thankful for the lack of a lock on the BCV bathroom doors. I've discovered that if you roll up a good quality, sturdy towel very tightly and dip it in sink-water, whip the shower curtain open and snap it at your children... they WILL hurry through their morning cleansing routine. So a couple of red-hot bum spots later, it was DH's turn for his shower. Which DH passed on. Surprise. Whenever he has the opportunity to pass on a shower... he will. And then put on a hat. DH believes that HAT=CLEAN. I tend to disagree. But, whatever. Oh. Stop me, 'cause here's an aside. EXCEPT on camping vacations. Like canoe tripping. Then DH is right. Because I tend to make my hair into two long blond braids at the start of the trip and not wash them or look in a mirror till the end. Of the trip. When my braids are no longer blond but, more lightish brownish, and when combed out lose a cat-worth of hair. And while I'm on the subject of canoe tripping: NEVER, and I know this from experience, let a MAN estimate and pack the amount of toilet paper needed for a five-day wilderness adventure. EVER! Because the quantity of toilet paper used in a week is the great divining rod of the difference between the sexes. Ending. Sorry. And, by the way, "cat-worth" is not a word, either. I hope you know what I mean, though. So DH is ready and making coffee and throwing priceless poptarts at the kids. They haven't realized that I spent all our souvenier money on food items at the Beach Club Marketplace, yet. Beth gets ready and comes over to me with a wide black headband. "Here, Mommy!" she says, " Can you wear this in your hair today? So we match. It's just like mine and we'll look the same!" Oh goody. It's a severe look for me today. However, everyone says I look nice. DH says he wishes I would wear it more often... that I look "prissy". And then he amuses himself for a little bit. Ha, ha! Prissy. Super. So we fill up my Disney travel mug and DH's plain basic black one and head out to Epcot. DH bought me the Mickey mug but refuses one for himself. He prefers just a nice, masculine, black one. Like all the vehicles we've ever owned. All BLACK. Except for my one white van. DH HATED the white van. I wasn't crazy about it, either. But DH hated driving it. So it was worth it. In the long run. We head out walking to Epcot. Pausing only long enough to take a picture of us all crowded around the Ariel statue at the entrance to the BCV. DH likes Ariel. Must be her nicely defined stomach muscles. Just like the bellydancer's. DH also loves fishing. EWWWWW! Creepy. On that note... we head to the Living Seas. Stopping briefly in Canada. Because we're Canadian. And we need a picture of all our heads in the totem pole stocks. Or whatever that picture opportunity place is. Is it a cruel form of punishment or is it arty? Then straight to the Living Seas. And to Turtle Talk with Crush. Dude. Now this is where Tommy's belief that WDW is REAL comes to fruition. 'Cause Crush talks. To the audience. For real. Neat-"O"! And because the happyhaunts have stamps on our foreheads, Crush talks to US! Tommy almost peed. When we entered Turtle Talk, Tommy and Calvin raced for the front to sit on the floor. DH and I went to sit behind on the benches. Beth followed us and sat beside me. I suggested she go and sit with her brothers. She declined. She wanted to sit beside me. Shy girl. How in the world did I end up with one of those? So... I suggest she sit beside the boys just to keep an eye on Tommy who's been known to disappear in the past. She's very responsible so she agrees. Yeah! Joins the big group of kids sitting on the floor in front of Crush's tank. Crush swims up and does his dude stuff. It's cute. Crush reminds me of an old boyfriend. But he's green. And... smarter. Sheesh! Anyway, Crush spots Beth's head stamp. And tells his human CM that he would like to speak to the blond girl in the blue shirt. I can see Beth tense up from where I'm sitting. We're both nervous, now. So Crush says hello and wants to know if she's a swimmer. "Why, YES!" answers Beth. He wants to know if she swims FAST. "Why, YES!" she says. Wow! Crush appears to be impressed. He says he is. He wants to know how fast she swims. "Very!" And, then, if Beth wants to see how fast he can swim? "Sure!" she giggles. She's loving this now! He goes swimming away, fast and disappears and then zooms back. And says, "See... I was swimming with MAXIMUM BETH VELOCITY!" Ha, ha... HA! DUDE! She was quite pleased. New "favourite Beth thingie" at Epcot. Then we have to go watch a big ugly deformed manitee poop. Yuk. But... "new favourite Calvin and Tommy thingie" at Epcot!
To be continued.
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Part 22
Day 4, Dec 14: After the THIRD terrible bathroom incident of the trip we head back towards World Showcase. It's VERY hot outside now. HOT! I don't understand how it can be FREEZING cold the night before and then blistering by midday next? It is beyond me. But what do I know? So we strip down. To tanks and t-shirts. But... no tank for DH. Or even a plain white undershirt-type t-shirt. It's too much for me. I keep expecting him to fall on his knees yelling, "STELLA! STELLA!" I'm lucky enough to be wearing a tank under my hoodie. The boys have short sleeves. However, BETH has chosen to wear a long-sleeved shirt beneath her hoodie. And now she's hot. And cranky. And whining. How she can go from all perky and happy from her Crush Talk to unbearably crabby is beyond me as well. Apparently, I know nothing about either weather OR 10 year old girls. So. When she brings her whining and windging to new heights... I suggest a new shirt. Right away. We go into that little shop at the end of the path from Future World to World Showcase. The little shop beside the water. Before Canada. And she picks a shirt. Grey and short sleeves. A "Happiest Celebration on Earth" one. Very plain. Except that there is a sparkly little bit on the back. But I think she missed that. So I pay for the shirt at the cash while she stands grumpily beside me. I hand her the bag. She takes it. And continues to look gloomy. Oh! Where is my thank you? Can't find it, anywhere. I look at her. "Is there a common response that comes to your mind when someone gives you something? Anything?" I ask. She just looks at me. Then... "Yeah, thanks." OHHHHHHHHH! I'm irrate, now. So I take her over to the corner and give her the "Your Father works SO hard. And SO long. This is HIS vacation, too, and you better snap out of your mood. Right now. 'Cause it's killing our Disney Buzz!" speech. Yada, blah, yada, blah, blah... She apologizes and leaves the shop to find DH. Probably to complain about me. And Calvin walks in with his wallet in his hand. "Mommy. I want to buy something for Beth. Because she's not very happy. I want to cheer her up!". This is just like Calvin. He's a funny guy. And really sweet and generous, sometimes. So he buys her a charm for her charm bracelet. A little Marie Cat from the Aristocats movie. We walk out and he gives it to her. She's surprised. And VERY pleased. She grabs him and hugs him tightly and gives him a kiss on his head. Calvin keeps hanging on, desperately, to the hug. She has to eventually push him away. It's another Disney "moment" for me. And DH. I kinda got the "lump" in my throat. We carry on to lunch. In Japan. Fun. Great time. Eat. Leave. Straight to Mission Space. Walk on. Ride Gary. Wow. I even enjoy typing that phrase. Then they go to Test Track and Beth and I head back to Japan to do some serious Christmas shopping. Big time. 'Cause it's for The General. Now, buying my Mom a Christmas present that she'll like and/or need is impossible. The woman has everything she wants in life. Except our cat. And she HATES being given presents. She likes to buy thousands for everyone else but refuses to open her own on Christmas morning or her birthday. Unless the kids give it to her. But, if it's from ME... it takes quite a while to get her to open it. And several glasses of sherry. So I had this great idea for a present for her. From Beth. For Christmas. We're going to pick two oysters and make her earings in the Mitsukoshi Department Store. Beth will pick. I will document the event with endless pictures so that we can also make a photo album of the whole deal to go along with the earings. I thought it was a GREAT idea. So did Beth. She's very ramped up for this. She got herself a pearl ring there last trip and really enjoyed the whole experience. We pay for 2 and go to the tank to pick. I suggest the corners or behind the rocks because I'm like that. She, of course, picks two that are side by side just lying in the middle of the tank. The woman opens one and sounds the gong. Twins! TWINS! Nice and big. Very good luck! That's what she tells us anyway. And they're identical in both colour and size. 'Cause they're twins. After all. Perfect for earings. Good pick, Beth! Then she opens the other oyster. Wow! Bangs the gong, again! It's a BIG one! Yahoo! Beth sure can pick oysters. She's very pleased and so now we go over to pick the settings for the pearls. Which is where they REALLY clean up. We do earings and a pin for my Mom. Beth takes pictures of me signing the credit card receipt. Those will go in the album, too. Just to grind her. They make the jewelery right there. More pictures. Then Beth holds up the finished product. Picture. Then close-up... just the schwag. Walk outside. More pictures of and around Japan. Time for a margarita. Methinks. Call the boys. They'll meet us 'cause they're now in Germany. By the beer stand. Surprise. Now, I need to do some shopping in Germany, too. I need to get three big pickle ornaments for Christmas trees. You heard me... pickles. It's a german custom. You find the hidden pickle on the tree and you get an extra gift. I want one for us, one for my Mom (who will HATE it) and one for my friend Spot. His name is really "Scott" but The Queen of Nicknames prefers "SPOT". He used to live in Germany. He is a close family friend and almost an uncle to our kids. Plus, he's a unique and interesting guy. And... he even offers to babysit our children for DH and myself on occasion. FOR FREE! Brave. Did I mention he is brave, too? So. I feel that friendship and loyalty must be rewarded. At Christmas. With a pickle. I know he'll get it, though. So I buy three pickles in Germany. Knowing that my Mom won't read the little story which explains its purpose and will HIDE the pickle somewhere around the back of her tree. Which is really the whole point of the pickle, anyway. So, therefore... I win. Again. I'm happy with my purchases. Very. Nothing makes me happier than a pickle in a tree. I tell DH how much money we spent and we go straight for the Margarita Stand in Mexico. I knew that would work! Oh. Look at the time, again. Gotta run. Hate that darn responsibility thing.
Later, more.
Day 4, Dec 14: After the THIRD terrible bathroom incident of the trip we head back towards World Showcase. It's VERY hot outside now. HOT! I don't understand how it can be FREEZING cold the night before and then blistering by midday next? It is beyond me. But what do I know? So we strip down. To tanks and t-shirts. But... no tank for DH. Or even a plain white undershirt-type t-shirt. It's too much for me. I keep expecting him to fall on his knees yelling, "STELLA! STELLA!" I'm lucky enough to be wearing a tank under my hoodie. The boys have short sleeves. However, BETH has chosen to wear a long-sleeved shirt beneath her hoodie. And now she's hot. And cranky. And whining. How she can go from all perky and happy from her Crush Talk to unbearably crabby is beyond me as well. Apparently, I know nothing about either weather OR 10 year old girls. So. When she brings her whining and windging to new heights... I suggest a new shirt. Right away. We go into that little shop at the end of the path from Future World to World Showcase. The little shop beside the water. Before Canada. And she picks a shirt. Grey and short sleeves. A "Happiest Celebration on Earth" one. Very plain. Except that there is a sparkly little bit on the back. But I think she missed that. So I pay for the shirt at the cash while she stands grumpily beside me. I hand her the bag. She takes it. And continues to look gloomy. Oh! Where is my thank you? Can't find it, anywhere. I look at her. "Is there a common response that comes to your mind when someone gives you something? Anything?" I ask. She just looks at me. Then... "Yeah, thanks." OHHHHHHHHH! I'm irrate, now. So I take her over to the corner and give her the "Your Father works SO hard. And SO long. This is HIS vacation, too, and you better snap out of your mood. Right now. 'Cause it's killing our Disney Buzz!" speech. Yada, blah, yada, blah, blah... She apologizes and leaves the shop to find DH. Probably to complain about me. And Calvin walks in with his wallet in his hand. "Mommy. I want to buy something for Beth. Because she's not very happy. I want to cheer her up!". This is just like Calvin. He's a funny guy. And really sweet and generous, sometimes. So he buys her a charm for her charm bracelet. A little Marie Cat from the Aristocats movie. We walk out and he gives it to her. She's surprised. And VERY pleased. She grabs him and hugs him tightly and gives him a kiss on his head. Calvin keeps hanging on, desperately, to the hug. She has to eventually push him away. It's another Disney "moment" for me. And DH. I kinda got the "lump" in my throat. We carry on to lunch. In Japan. Fun. Great time. Eat. Leave. Straight to Mission Space. Walk on. Ride Gary. Wow. I even enjoy typing that phrase. Then they go to Test Track and Beth and I head back to Japan to do some serious Christmas shopping. Big time. 'Cause it's for The General. Now, buying my Mom a Christmas present that she'll like and/or need is impossible. The woman has everything she wants in life. Except our cat. And she HATES being given presents. She likes to buy thousands for everyone else but refuses to open her own on Christmas morning or her birthday. Unless the kids give it to her. But, if it's from ME... it takes quite a while to get her to open it. And several glasses of sherry. So I had this great idea for a present for her. From Beth. For Christmas. We're going to pick two oysters and make her earings in the Mitsukoshi Department Store. Beth will pick. I will document the event with endless pictures so that we can also make a photo album of the whole deal to go along with the earings. I thought it was a GREAT idea. So did Beth. She's very ramped up for this. She got herself a pearl ring there last trip and really enjoyed the whole experience. We pay for 2 and go to the tank to pick. I suggest the corners or behind the rocks because I'm like that. She, of course, picks two that are side by side just lying in the middle of the tank. The woman opens one and sounds the gong. Twins! TWINS! Nice and big. Very good luck! That's what she tells us anyway. And they're identical in both colour and size. 'Cause they're twins. After all. Perfect for earings. Good pick, Beth! Then she opens the other oyster. Wow! Bangs the gong, again! It's a BIG one! Yahoo! Beth sure can pick oysters. She's very pleased and so now we go over to pick the settings for the pearls. Which is where they REALLY clean up. We do earings and a pin for my Mom. Beth takes pictures of me signing the credit card receipt. Those will go in the album, too. Just to grind her. They make the jewelery right there. More pictures. Then Beth holds up the finished product. Picture. Then close-up... just the schwag. Walk outside. More pictures of and around Japan. Time for a margarita. Methinks. Call the boys. They'll meet us 'cause they're now in Germany. By the beer stand. Surprise. Now, I need to do some shopping in Germany, too. I need to get three big pickle ornaments for Christmas trees. You heard me... pickles. It's a german custom. You find the hidden pickle on the tree and you get an extra gift. I want one for us, one for my Mom (who will HATE it) and one for my friend Spot. His name is really "Scott" but The Queen of Nicknames prefers "SPOT". He used to live in Germany. He is a close family friend and almost an uncle to our kids. Plus, he's a unique and interesting guy. And... he even offers to babysit our children for DH and myself on occasion. FOR FREE! Brave. Did I mention he is brave, too? So. I feel that friendship and loyalty must be rewarded. At Christmas. With a pickle. I know he'll get it, though. So I buy three pickles in Germany. Knowing that my Mom won't read the little story which explains its purpose and will HIDE the pickle somewhere around the back of her tree. Which is really the whole point of the pickle, anyway. So, therefore... I win. Again. I'm happy with my purchases. Very. Nothing makes me happier than a pickle in a tree. I tell DH how much money we spent and we go straight for the Margarita Stand in Mexico. I knew that would work! Oh. Look at the time, again. Gotta run. Hate that darn responsibility thing.
Later, more.
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WHEW!!! Found your report today, and finally caught up. Wonderfully written.
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subscribing! i'm really enjoying your report- very funny. 
i loved your dining report as well- looking forward to the next installment 
Sarah
i loved your dining report as well- looking forward to the next installment Sarah
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Excellent entertainment.
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PICTURES!!!!! PLEEEEEEEEASE!!!
Great report - wish I could write like that!
Great report - wish I could write like that!
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I am loving the reports and would like to see the oictures also.
1000thhappyhaunt
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Ok. Here's the thing. I had a quick look at the instructions that well-meaning Disers sent me. It seemed, at a glance, very complicated to me. Really. Way more complicated than folding. THAT, I can handle. And, secondly, DH doesn't want me to post pictures. He doesn't want to be recognized. But, on the upside, I HATE being told what to do. So... maybe. We'll see.
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I love, LOVE, LOVE this trip report! It's so funny and so detailed and so well, long. January is such a dreary month in Canada as you know and I've almost forgotten about the freezing rain while reading your latest instalments(almost). You are performing a public service by writing this and keeping our seasonal depressive disorders at bay
and for this I thank you.
My DH actually made me remove a photo that I had posted on the DIS because he was in it. Pretty silly if you ask me. Especially since he never would have known if I hadn't pointed it out to him.
and for this I thank you.
My DH actually made me remove a photo that I had posted on the DIS because he was in it. Pretty silly if you ask me. Especially since he never would have known if I hadn't pointed it out to him.
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I love it! As good as your dining review! Priceless. Thanks again and I can't wait to read more!
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Just subscribing
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omg...this is the FUNNIEST trip report ever! I think it may even rival Delswife's...and hers are pretty darn funny.
Yes, I have decided...yours made me laugh outloud more. Much more, to the point that my job may be in jeopardy. You win!
Yes, I have decided...yours made me laugh outloud more. Much more, to the point that my job may be in jeopardy. You win!
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These are great! We leave in 17 days and this is really helping me get in the mood. Thanks to you and your family for the fun time.
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Part 23
Day4, Dec 14: After spending our kids' education funds at the Japan Pavillion buying gifts for my Mom for Christmas, picking pickles, and having a good stiff couple of drinks... we find the happyhaunts in Mexico. Maybe I shouldn't have spent so much on my Mom. But she has expensive tastes. And she's passed it down to me and, now, Beth. So... it was better to err on the side of caution and drop serious coin. DH disagrees. Couldn't we all just MAKE her something? Like muffins? Or a pillow? Or, perhaps I could just finish that Peanuts rug-hooking which I started in grade six... hum? Actually... I REALLY, REALLY shouldn't tell you this... but what the heck, I will: DH could MAKE her something if he REALLY wanted to be thrifty. 'Cause my big, strong, masculine, hockey-playing, beer-drinking DH is, also, a cross-stitcher! I said CROSS-STITCHER!!!!!!! Ha,ha,ha! Not... CROSS-DRESSER, mind you... but cross-stitcher! Although, both of those are equally as funny to me. I'm serious. Don't tell. Because it's his ONE really big secret from the rest of the world. And, truth be told, I found it to be ANOTHER one of DH's BIG surprises for me! A charming one. Really. His mother taught him as a child, had him do quite a bit of it and he was good at it. When I was pregnant with Beth, we had a little bit of an emergancy at one point in the pregnancy, and I had to be hospitalized for about a week. I was bleeding a lot and was only at 28 weeks along. I was very scared. To the point where I couldn't sleep. DH couldn't seem to get me to relax, laugh or eat. And finally, at wit's end, left the hospital and returned with a gift. He pulled out this little bag, opened it up, sat down and started to cross-stitch a little blue and white lamb picture. I STARED... for a long time. Then asked, "What the HECK are you doing?" He said, "I'm making this for our baby... because everything is going to be JUST FINE. Trust me, Mel. Trust the doctors. It's a lamb for our lamb." And he did. And everything was. Just fine. Plus, all the nurses mentioned what a WONDERFUL, AMAZING, SWEET husband I had. DH loved that. He likes nurses too. Thinks they're hot. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Off I went, again. So... back to Mexico. Where we're having margaritas, the kids are having ice-cream and/or slushies and Calvin is running around like a fool. I notice that he's ripped a new hole in the knee of his jeans. Before I can even form the words to ask how THAT happened, he stops, reaches down with both hands, hooks them in the tear and RIPPPPPSSSSS it WIDE open! His right knee and half his leg are now hanging out of the pants. "CALVIN! What do you think you're doing?" I holler. He sees me staring at him with mad eyes. Pauses. Then answers, "Well... my knee was hot." OHHHHH! I'm SO pleased that it's nice and cool now, then. That's 3 pairs down and three to go for anyone who's keeping score. DH sighs. We release Tommy from jail(stroller) and walk in formation through World Showcase, again. We do the ride in Norway called Maelstrom. Beth doesn't like it because of the trolls and the waterfall. We walk right through the film part and out the door. Then we stop briefly in Morocco so that Tommy can dance again and head for our homeland. The group Off Kilter, I think, are playing in Canada. They're pretty cool. And they're all pretty cute in their kilts, too. Tommy dances with another little boy. It becomes competitive. Oh boy! A DANCE-OFF! Just like in Grease. But less technically correct. At the end, the band asks for a hand for Tommy and his little buddy. It's cute. Then we go to The Land and, another favourite, Soarin'. We do it and it's wonderful. DH laughs because I always involuntarily lift my feet up when we glide over the river with the kayakers in it. And I love smelling the orange grove. The whole family really enjoys this one. And, in 4 out of 6 rides, we've gotten the front row. You heard me. Six times. Five times last trip and, so far, once this time. Yup. We're the reiterant happyhaunts. We love Epcot! And maybe there are some rides that stink in this park but, so far, we haven't gotten to them. Maybe by 2012. OHHHH. I take that back. We have made the mistake and experienced the horror of El Rio del Tiempo. The River of Time. Should be called "The River of a Waste of Time". It's like "It's A Small World" in Purgatory. But, WE THE HAPPYHAUNTS suffered through it twice. In a row. Because Calvin LIKED it. I'm sorry, but it is Bad. With a capital "B". However, I mean no offense to the natives of Mexico who may be reading this. Because... while I hate El Rio del Tiempo... I LOVE your national beverage which you call TEQUILA! I like it in a margarita, in a sunrise or straight up by the shot. Blessed juice of the blue agave! Now, if you take anything useful away with you from reading my blabber, let it be this: I am going to teach you how to drink a fine shot of tequila... and LIKE it! Forget the lemon and salt. Forget the lime. Forget everything you've been taught about tequila before. Fill a shot glass with GOOD quality tequila. Slam it back. And chase it with a wedge of orange sprinkled with a little cinnamon.
Now... THAT will shake your moneymaker! Best thing my friend Spot ever taught me! And, now, I fear I've strayed too far away from "The Magic"... and I must leave you for a bit.
To be continued.
Day4, Dec 14: After spending our kids' education funds at the Japan Pavillion buying gifts for my Mom for Christmas, picking pickles, and having a good stiff couple of drinks... we find the happyhaunts in Mexico. Maybe I shouldn't have spent so much on my Mom. But she has expensive tastes. And she's passed it down to me and, now, Beth. So... it was better to err on the side of caution and drop serious coin. DH disagrees. Couldn't we all just MAKE her something? Like muffins? Or a pillow? Or, perhaps I could just finish that Peanuts rug-hooking which I started in grade six... hum? Actually... I REALLY, REALLY shouldn't tell you this... but what the heck, I will: DH could MAKE her something if he REALLY wanted to be thrifty. 'Cause my big, strong, masculine, hockey-playing, beer-drinking DH is, also, a cross-stitcher! I said CROSS-STITCHER!!!!!!! Ha,ha,ha! Not... CROSS-DRESSER, mind you... but cross-stitcher! Although, both of those are equally as funny to me. I'm serious. Don't tell. Because it's his ONE really big secret from the rest of the world. And, truth be told, I found it to be ANOTHER one of DH's BIG surprises for me! A charming one. Really. His mother taught him as a child, had him do quite a bit of it and he was good at it. When I was pregnant with Beth, we had a little bit of an emergancy at one point in the pregnancy, and I had to be hospitalized for about a week. I was bleeding a lot and was only at 28 weeks along. I was very scared. To the point where I couldn't sleep. DH couldn't seem to get me to relax, laugh or eat. And finally, at wit's end, left the hospital and returned with a gift. He pulled out this little bag, opened it up, sat down and started to cross-stitch a little blue and white lamb picture. I STARED... for a long time. Then asked, "What the HECK are you doing?" He said, "I'm making this for our baby... because everything is going to be JUST FINE. Trust me, Mel. Trust the doctors. It's a lamb for our lamb." And he did. And everything was. Just fine. Plus, all the nurses mentioned what a WONDERFUL, AMAZING, SWEET husband I had. DH loved that. He likes nurses too. Thinks they're hot. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Off I went, again. So... back to Mexico. Where we're having margaritas, the kids are having ice-cream and/or slushies and Calvin is running around like a fool. I notice that he's ripped a new hole in the knee of his jeans. Before I can even form the words to ask how THAT happened, he stops, reaches down with both hands, hooks them in the tear and RIPPPPPSSSSS it WIDE open! His right knee and half his leg are now hanging out of the pants. "CALVIN! What do you think you're doing?" I holler. He sees me staring at him with mad eyes. Pauses. Then answers, "Well... my knee was hot." OHHHHH! I'm SO pleased that it's nice and cool now, then. That's 3 pairs down and three to go for anyone who's keeping score. DH sighs. We release Tommy from jail(stroller) and walk in formation through World Showcase, again. We do the ride in Norway called Maelstrom. Beth doesn't like it because of the trolls and the waterfall. We walk right through the film part and out the door. Then we stop briefly in Morocco so that Tommy can dance again and head for our homeland. The group Off Kilter, I think, are playing in Canada. They're pretty cool. And they're all pretty cute in their kilts, too. Tommy dances with another little boy. It becomes competitive. Oh boy! A DANCE-OFF! Just like in Grease. But less technically correct. At the end, the band asks for a hand for Tommy and his little buddy. It's cute. Then we go to The Land and, another favourite, Soarin'. We do it and it's wonderful. DH laughs because I always involuntarily lift my feet up when we glide over the river with the kayakers in it. And I love smelling the orange grove. The whole family really enjoys this one. And, in 4 out of 6 rides, we've gotten the front row. You heard me. Six times. Five times last trip and, so far, once this time. Yup. We're the reiterant happyhaunts. We love Epcot! And maybe there are some rides that stink in this park but, so far, we haven't gotten to them. Maybe by 2012. OHHHH. I take that back. We have made the mistake and experienced the horror of El Rio del Tiempo. The River of Time. Should be called "The River of a Waste of Time". It's like "It's A Small World" in Purgatory. But, WE THE HAPPYHAUNTS suffered through it twice. In a row. Because Calvin LIKED it. I'm sorry, but it is Bad. With a capital "B". However, I mean no offense to the natives of Mexico who may be reading this. Because... while I hate El Rio del Tiempo... I LOVE your national beverage which you call TEQUILA! I like it in a margarita, in a sunrise or straight up by the shot. Blessed juice of the blue agave! Now, if you take anything useful away with you from reading my blabber, let it be this: I am going to teach you how to drink a fine shot of tequila... and LIKE it! Forget the lemon and salt. Forget the lime. Forget everything you've been taught about tequila before. Fill a shot glass with GOOD quality tequila. Slam it back. And chase it with a wedge of orange sprinkled with a little cinnamon.
Now... THAT will shake your moneymaker! Best thing my friend Spot ever taught me! And, now, I fear I've strayed too far away from "The Magic"... and I must leave you for a bit.
To be continued.
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