1000thhappyhaunt
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Before I begin, again, putting you through the events of our trip which will be at times offensive, nauseating, mindnumbingly boring and, hopefully, funny... I feel I should start with an introduction. And, perhaps, a Disclaimer.
Here's the Introduction:
DS5: aka Tommy, Bama, the Filer, Streps and Crackhead. He is tiny, blond, sweet, squeaky, gentle, expressive and funny. Most of all... he BELIEVES! In the Magic of Disney, in the strength of our family, in me his mother and in himself. He is one in a million. He is special, in his way, to each of the five of us. We all cater to him and coddle him at times. Most times. Even times when we all know better. We can't help it. He seems vulnerable. His older brother is both his best friend and his worst enemy.
DS8: aka Calvin, CALVINNNNNNNNNN!!!!, The Koala, Chia and Chives. He is a bundle of... well... something. It is energy, life, laughter, trouble and passion. He is destined for greatness. Or else the Big House. He is also the most WORK I've ever undertaken in my life. But he makes me feel ALIVE. He is unique and challenging. Very. His younger brother thinks he's a God. And his older sister thinks that he smells "weird". Really.
DD11: aka Beth, Tiny, The Tick and The Boss. She has a huge sense of entitlement. If the world doesn't revolve around her... well, darn it... it SHOULD. She is mature, timid, thoughtful, quiet, intelligent and sassy. At times. She is an old woman in a beautiful new young body. My complete and utter opposite. Unlike me. But, still, my baby girl. And... my friend. She is very cool. For a kid.
DH41: aka Dad, Daddy or Mel. He is my beautiful bride. And the rock of this little family. He is smart, honest, good, strong and PATIENT. Usually. To this day I cannot believe that he actually broke down and proposed to ME. That he promised to spend his whole life with ME and actually went through with the wedding. Wow. And... uhhhhh... sometimes... neither can HE!
Me(l)37: aka Mom, Mommy or Mel. I share the same name with my husband. Sorry. It's confusing at times. I'll try and ease you through the pain of this. But... it can't be helped. In my first trip report I said I was perfect. That was a BIG JOKE. I'm very imperfect. I am immature, silly, impulsive and emotional. I'll do anything for a laugh. I'll joke, sing, dance and "eat anything for a buck". I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner. Oh. I'm gettin' all Steve Miller on you. Better stop. I think. Anyhow... I do a few things well. And those are... to love and take care of the people who matter to me. And the rest of my extended family as well.
Oh yeah... I like elipsis, asides, big paragraphs and bad grammar and writing style. Boooyaaaaa BABY!!!!
DC3: aka Catbabycatgirliegoo, Lotus, Lodie and The Luscious Lady. Our cat. Uhhhh... scratch that. She was our cat. At one time. Now she lives with The General in a state of bliss and captivity.
The General: aka My Mother, Mom, Mama, Mommy, Ma'am, Sir and Baba. She wasn't along on this particular trip with us. Thank the Good Lord. But... she might as well have been. Her beloved, dreaded presence is with us always. Like the GST. And our old rotting van and stroller. And the wicked big scar on my butt. Even at Disney. Yep.
So.
That's the cast of characters. Maybe I should do the Disclaimer now. Or the Pre-Trip, Post-Trip Pre-Trippy. Or else the Dining Report on the Restaurant Board. Don't know which? Must figure it out. Heh, heh. Stay tuned.
Oh, yeah. BTW. If anyone reads this crap and wants to respond. Try not to get me in trouble, here. Again. Ok? Keep it brief. On topic. No references to unrelated topics, jokes and/or German recipes. Keep it clean and friendly. Watch your language and please use the words "hot snot, Gary Sinise, cheese and Disney" in all your responses, too. Just because. No reason. Ok. I want to feel "special" too. There. That's all. Thanks.
Cheers, Mel.
P.S. Ha, ha!! I had to go back and EDIT because I got Tommy's AGE WRONG in the introduction. Geez. And I haven't even been drinking. But... my youngest son is 5... not 4. Man. Anywho... that was the "edit" that I couldn't fit in the Edit Space. For some reason. Heh, heh. Heh.
Here's the Introduction:
DS5: aka Tommy, Bama, the Filer, Streps and Crackhead. He is tiny, blond, sweet, squeaky, gentle, expressive and funny. Most of all... he BELIEVES! In the Magic of Disney, in the strength of our family, in me his mother and in himself. He is one in a million. He is special, in his way, to each of the five of us. We all cater to him and coddle him at times. Most times. Even times when we all know better. We can't help it. He seems vulnerable. His older brother is both his best friend and his worst enemy.
DS8: aka Calvin, CALVINNNNNNNNNN!!!!, The Koala, Chia and Chives. He is a bundle of... well... something. It is energy, life, laughter, trouble and passion. He is destined for greatness. Or else the Big House. He is also the most WORK I've ever undertaken in my life. But he makes me feel ALIVE. He is unique and challenging. Very. His younger brother thinks he's a God. And his older sister thinks that he smells "weird". Really.
DD11: aka Beth, Tiny, The Tick and The Boss. She has a huge sense of entitlement. If the world doesn't revolve around her... well, darn it... it SHOULD. She is mature, timid, thoughtful, quiet, intelligent and sassy. At times. She is an old woman in a beautiful new young body. My complete and utter opposite. Unlike me. But, still, my baby girl. And... my friend. She is very cool. For a kid.
DH41: aka Dad, Daddy or Mel. He is my beautiful bride. And the rock of this little family. He is smart, honest, good, strong and PATIENT. Usually. To this day I cannot believe that he actually broke down and proposed to ME. That he promised to spend his whole life with ME and actually went through with the wedding. Wow. And... uhhhhh... sometimes... neither can HE!
Me(l)37: aka Mom, Mommy or Mel. I share the same name with my husband. Sorry. It's confusing at times. I'll try and ease you through the pain of this. But... it can't be helped. In my first trip report I said I was perfect. That was a BIG JOKE. I'm very imperfect. I am immature, silly, impulsive and emotional. I'll do anything for a laugh. I'll joke, sing, dance and "eat anything for a buck". I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner. Oh. I'm gettin' all Steve Miller on you. Better stop. I think. Anyhow... I do a few things well. And those are... to love and take care of the people who matter to me. And the rest of my extended family as well.
Oh yeah... I like elipsis, asides, big paragraphs and bad grammar and writing style. Boooyaaaaa BABY!!!!
DC3: aka Catbabycatgirliegoo, Lotus, Lodie and The Luscious Lady. Our cat. Uhhhh... scratch that. She was our cat. At one time. Now she lives with The General in a state of bliss and captivity.
The General: aka My Mother, Mom, Mama, Mommy, Ma'am, Sir and Baba. She wasn't along on this particular trip with us. Thank the Good Lord. But... she might as well have been. Her beloved, dreaded presence is with us always. Like the GST. And our old rotting van and stroller. And the wicked big scar on my butt. Even at Disney. Yep.
So.
That's the cast of characters. Maybe I should do the Disclaimer now. Or the Pre-Trip, Post-Trip Pre-Trippy. Or else the Dining Report on the Restaurant Board. Don't know which? Must figure it out. Heh, heh. Stay tuned.
Oh, yeah. BTW. If anyone reads this crap and wants to respond. Try not to get me in trouble, here. Again. Ok? Keep it brief. On topic. No references to unrelated topics, jokes and/or German recipes. Keep it clean and friendly. Watch your language and please use the words "hot snot, Gary Sinise, cheese and Disney" in all your responses, too. Just because. No reason. Ok. I want to feel "special" too. There. That's all. Thanks.
Cheers, Mel.
P.S. Ha, ha!! I had to go back and EDIT because I got Tommy's AGE WRONG in the introduction. Geez. And I haven't even been drinking. But... my youngest son is 5... not 4. Man. Anywho... that was the "edit" that I couldn't fit in the Edit Space. For some reason. Heh, heh. Heh.
