The happyhaunts' Rooms Without a View! Chapter 'o soup ~ Pg.40!

[jamal]

And she was lovely. From the south. With the sweetest accent. And very bubbly and friendly.

LOVE a SOUTHERN GAL!!!!

Enough with the flirting already.

 

[Frickles]

Mellyman would float a little to the left. At the same time the other guy would float a little to the right.

We watched in silence. Mesmerized by the beauty of it.

Until I piped up with: "I think they're doing Doubles in Synchronized Swimming!"

You slay me. Seriously chick, I don't know why I think this is so funny but it is!!!

LOVE a SOUTHERN GAL!!!!

Awwww, we love you Canadian girls too!

Booyeah.

I believe that would be a Booyah my friend!

Girl I am packing and planning for Disney and I watched that Corbin Bleu commercial just yesterday!!! Y'all lucked out! My boys would have freaked because they want to be him when they grow up.

I'll see ya next week Mel! Thanks for the giggles this morning!!!

 

[celerystalker]

And I've always wondered about the name of the kid's area at TL. 'Catchakiddiecreek'. Like, as a childless Disney-goer, do I just go over there and catch a kiddie to take home? Like, say, picking your own strawberries?

And here I've been killing myself to become a foster parent! Dangit! Do you know how much it costs?

 

[wdwdreamin2]

Boy, am I late to this party!!!

Keep it comin' Mel!!!

 

[Tink-ing]

And here I've been killing myself to become a foster parent! Dangit! Do you know how much it costs?

See that! You can 'pick your own kiddie' at Disney for only $39! (Price subject to increase on a yearly basis.) I hear they are non-refundable/non-returnable/non-transferable, though. I wonder if there are upgrade options if you use an AP? Or discounts if you belong to DVC?

On a serious note, though, I think it's wonderful you're trying to be a foster parent. My brother's GF helps place kids in foster homes and I see how tough it is...from both sides! Best of luck. I don't know if the DBF and I will have our own one day. We're practicing. With cats.

I have SO MUCH respect, admiration, etc. etc. etc. for parents of all kinds.

Including Me(l). Even if she does happen to enjoy gluing her kids down.

 

[celerystalker]

My brother's GF helps place kids in foster homes and I see how tough it is.

If it's your brother's grandfather, why isn't it yours too?
ha.
Just kidding. I finally got it.

I don't know if the DBF and I will have our own one day. We're practicing. With cats.

I really think this is TMI. And illegal. Umm. Where are you again? I might have to call animal control and the police.


But thanks for the sentiment! It means a lot!

 

[Tink-ing]

I don't know if the DBF and I will have our own one day. We're practicing. With cats.

I really think this is TMI. And illegal. Umm. Where are you again? I might have to call animal control and the police.

Oh MAN! Don't go there...ohhhhhh, so wrong. On so many levels. I now have a strong urge to defend myself and the BF to the DIS community...the feline community...the Humane Society.

For clarification (though I realize I'm only being teased), our kitties are our babies. Unless they're being brats. Because then, the BF attests they are solely MY babies.

I think I'm going to go subscribe to your pre-trippie...good graces and all...

 

[celerystalker]

Yes! Who else can falsely accuse of crimes so they'll read my trip report? Anyone?

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

The 'ol "Less is More" saying doesn't apply to TL.

I think.


Anywho...


After my failed attempt to get Corb's attention, Tommy and I head back to our "Home Base" spot under one of the umbrellas. Beside the Wave Pool. Mellyman is already there. Beth and Calvin are, apparently, somewhere in the crowd. Waiting for waves. I ask where exactly they are?

Mellyman points to two little heads. Bobbing around.

Ok. We watch them play for awhile. They are sticking together. Right where Mellyman told them to stay.

They are good kids. Pretty strong swimmers. Yet we MUST be able to see them at all times. Or we panic. And feel sick. They're clearly having a ball in the surf/wave pool. And, then, I decide to wreck their fun.


I trudge out and call them in.


Are they hungry yet?


YES, MU'UM! They sure are. But... they want to catch waves for a while longer.


I glance over at the stage where Corby was filming whatever he was filming.


He's no longer there.


Bummer.



Tommy wants to play with his sand toys. What he means is that he wants to dig a really really deep hole in the sand and fill it with water.

He selects a perfect spot. It's in a main traffic area near our lil "camp". And plops himself down and starts digging.

Mellyman asks me if I feel like drinkin' a beer.


What he means is this: "Can you go and get beer?".


It turns out I can b/c I had put our KTTK charging cards, as well as some cash, into the camera case. When I got the camera and phoned The General.

I warn him that if I come back without beer... it's b/c I've been CARDED again. And since I didn't put any I.D. in the camera case...my POWER MATE will have to go back and get the beer.

MWAAAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAA!!!!!!!

Mellyman LAUGHS. Hard.


What's so funny? I inquire.


Oh.


Apparently Mellyman thinks it's 99.9% improbable that I will be mistaken for being underage in the full-on sunlight.

In a bathing suit.


Turns out... he's correct.


Heh heh.


AND... in addition... I get the Senior's Discount.


OH LUCKY DAY!!!!!!



Double heh.


Actually while he's making fun of my aging bits and pieces I see a sight that makes my socks go UP and DOWN!!!!


And, also, nearly the almost entirely digested breakfast remnants in my stomach.


I spy a man standing by the Let's Go Slurpin' Bar area.

He's wearing a black thong. A man-thong. A SIR-WRONG!!!!!


I shriek, "OHMYGOSH!!!!"!!!!

Mellyman looks startled, "WHAT?!"!!!!!

"A THONG! 11 o'clock!!!!!"

Mellyman not only jumps out of his chair but, also, adjusts his glasses while grinning with wild anticipation. All of that... in one quick, fluid, athletic motion which seems almost un-banker like. But... I've seen him move similarily before. It's usually when the Swiss Chalet delivery guy rings the doorbell.

Or the Italian guy. Bringing chinese.

Or the Chinese guy. Bringing pizza.

What I'm sayin' is this: Canada IS a melting pot.


Anywho... Mellyman looked over. And FAST!


"EWWWWWWW!!!!! MEL!!!! It's a GUY!!!!!"


"I KNOW!!!" I added excitedly, "AND... he's pretty heavy and REALLY HAIRY!"


I pulled out my camera and got ready.


"Oh please, please... bend over for Me(l)!"


Heh heh.


Luck of the Kurds. Strikes again. He turns... sideways.


Shudder!!!!


OK. I decided to go get beer. And maybe a pretty funny Sir-wrong pic, too.


I mosey up to the bar. Right beside hairy backfatthong. Man.

I start throwing packets of sweetener from the cup there on the ground.


He doesn't go for the bait.

I order a beer.

Then bend over to pick up the sweeteners myself.


Hoping that I'm not the subject of someone else's GROSS TL PIC!





I headed back to Mellyman. Turned and pretended to take some pics of scenery. Delivered the beer.


The kids come back from the Wave Pool and help Tommy fill in his two-foot deep hole which would most likely be the cause of someone's broken ankle while we were at lunch.


We decide to go to Typhoon Tilly's to eat. I asked Mellyman if he wanted to get a big honkin' turkey leg and meet us there but he said, "No. I'm watching my figure."!


Ok.


That makes ONE. Person. Here. At the waterpark.


Doing that.


We head over to TT's. And realize this. Again. Just like last year: There is NOT ENOUGH seating for how busy the place is. At lunchtime.

People are hovering around like vultures waiting for tables. With or without trays of food. Gettin' cold.

This is gonna be a bloodsport. Finding a table.


Goody.


I like bloodsports.


We decided what we want to eat and sent both Mellyman and Beth into two different lines. B/c some want hot greasy food. And the rest of us want to have something which resembles nutrition. On our plates.


I'll handle the dirty work here. Just like Mellyman likes it.


I stand with Tommy and send Calvin off to another area to do a little dirty work too.

I spy a table which is just finishing up. I look up to see an elderly man across the way looking at the same table.

We make eye contact.

IT'S ON!


I smile at him and call over, "Which one of us do ya think is faster?"

He smiles back goodnaturedly, "I'm pretty fast Missy, even with my new hip and all!"

DUH OHH!!!


I let him score the table.


I'm a kind-hearted, respectful, bloodthirsty Gladiator.


Then I spy another table getting ready to leave. Over where Calvin is.


"CALVIN! At my signal, unleash hell!!!! TABLE!!! 9 o'clock. Your time."


Calvin scores the table!


And we sit down. I go get condiments and we wait maybe five minutes more for Mellyman and Beth to return with our food.


We have this:

That's mine.

And two of these:

Those are Beth and Calvin's.


And this:

That's my beautiful bride's salad choice.


And Tommy has this:

(No picture)


It was PB & J. Tho. If y'all are interested.


It was all pretty good. My tuna salad needed some jazzing up with mustard, relish and pepper tho.


We scarfed our food. Realizing we were pretty famished. And then decided to head back to our spot near the wave pool to figure out what we wanted to do for the rest of the day.


We decided to keep swimming. BUT... not at TL.


We'd had enough TL for the day.


It was getting crazy crowded. And we decided we'd head back to VWL and swim there for the rest of the afternoon instead.


As we were packing up our stuff I asked Beth if she wanted to see the pics of Corbin Bleu.


"WHAT?!".


Oh. Yeah. I got a few kinda bad photos of Corbin Bleu.


"MOM!!!! Don't tease me. That's not even funny."


"Well, Bethy, feast your eyes on... THIS!" I said and held out the camera.


"EWWWWWWW, MOM!!!! That's a hairy guy in a thong!"


"Oops, wrong pic. Errrrr... here we go!" I say and get the correct pic.


I show Beth.


She's stunned.


She says that she has to get some postcards on the way back and send them to her friends. Her Preteen World has been rocked!


I decide to get some postcards, too. I want to send them to our cat. Plus another one to My General's cat which used to be our cat... until she kidnapped her. And... maybe...even one to My 'ol General.


B/c I REALLY felt that we had a good moment. There. Earlier on the phone.



Cheers, Mel.

 

[UtahMama]

Yay! I'm first! Prolly I should read.

Great Installment Mel!

Gross banana-hammock, tho.
WHY is the black speedo thong almost always accompanied by a side order of beer belly and Chewbacca body hair?
That image is etched into my cranium for life, thanks. For that.

 

[Tanya90210]

big hairy guy in a thong.... ewww....

 

[naynay80]

Okay so where is the picture of the thong-man ???? On second thought I'm glad it's not here , I guess it's like an accident on the highway - you don't want to look, but you do anyway...

 

[stinkerbell007]

As we were packing up our stuff I asked Beth if she wanted to see the pics of Corbin Bleu.

"WHAT?!".

Oh. Yeah. I got a few kinda bad photos of Corbin Bleu.

"MOM!!!! Don't tease me. That's not even funny."

"Well, Bethy, feast your eyes on... THIS!" I said and held out the camera.

"EWWWWWWW, MOM!!!! That's a hairy guy in a thong!"

"Oops, wrong pic. Errrrr... here we go!" I say and get the correct pic.

bwahahahahaha! yer killing me.

 

[Peg In The Pound]

Just wanted to let you know that I don't need for you to post the thong pic because...
Yesterday while taking DD to the aquarium,
I spied an older gent wearing a SEVERELY high cut thong and birkenstocks (!),
smoking a cigar.
Just strolling along.
Happy as could be.
He was, that is.

Me... not so much.

 

[GeorgiaAristocat]

Okay so where is the picture of the thong-man ???? On second thought I'm glad it's not here , I guess it's like an accident on the highway - you don't want to look, but you do anyway...

Besides, people have been known to be censored, cited, or banned over such postings. We REALLY don't want Melly locked down again!

I decide to get some postcards, too. I want to send them to our cat. Plus another one to My General's cat which used to be our cat... until she kidnapped her. And... maybe...even one to My 'ol General.

Mel - I'm pretty sure you meant CATNAPPING. I think. Or is that what one does on the couch in the afternoon?

 

[IkeandMike]

It's just not a day at the water park without a hairy guy in a thong, or an old man in a speedo.

 

[ILuvWishes!]

I know we are still very early TR, but where is the old, ugly stinky stroller? You have not mentioned it. Has it been left in your van?

 

[samc]

DED.........as usual

you're really bringin it!!!

 

[LaLa]

And it's a good thing because I'm three different shades of DED right now over your Typhoon Lagoon stories.

The General: Where are you?
Me(l): Typhoon Lagoon. I just about drowned in an inch of water. Proving you... RIGHT. For once.
The General: Hush. Where are the kids?
Me(l): Shooting down waterslides about 50 metres high. With scissors.
The General: Have your husband call me later today. Goodbye.

Click.

There's one.

It's TL's BEST FEATURE! I prefer to call it: The Crushing Gusher, Gush and Slusher or The Gush Musher!

Dos.

OK. I decided to go get beer. And maybe a pretty funny Sir-wrong pic, too.

I mosey up to the bar. Right beside hairy backfatthong. Man.

I start throwing packets of sweetener from the cup there on the ground.

He doesn't go for the bait.

I order a beer.

Then bend over to pick up the sweeteners myself.

Hoping that I'm not the subject of someone else's GROSS TL PIC!

And that was Number Three. NONumberFour.

Mellyman not only jumps out of his chair but, also, adjusts his glasses while grinning with wild anticipation. All of that... in one quick, fluid, athletic motion which seems almost un-banker like. But... I've seen him move similarily before. It's usually when the Swiss Chalet delivery guy rings the doorbell.

Or the Italian guy. Bringing chinese.

Or the Chinese guy. Bringing pizza.

What I'm sayin' is this: Canada IS a melting pot.

Okay, four. There's also a Number Four. Unfortunately for you. Because of the whole Canada thing. And I'm quite certain there's not enough Glade Air Freshener in the the world to mask that stank. Even after all this time.

"CALVIN! At my signal, unleash hell!!!! TABLE!!! 9 o'clock. Your time."

I love that you clarified the time zone for him. That's always helpful. By the way, this one DIDN'T make me laugh so hard I fell out of my chair. Or did it?

We'd had enough TL for the day.

I know certain people (who shall remain nameless) who can NEVER get enough TL.

Except for the parts I can't reach. Which isn't much. Being somewhat freaky double-jointed. In fact... I can do this thingie with my fingers, which are skinny and longish to boot, which tends to gross people out. I can bend all my fingers at the first joint, only, really far down. So they're almost touching the underside of my fingers. And I like to sit at the piano and play like that.

It's really gross.

And makes the kids scream.

I think I missed this earlier while I was skimming. NOZZUB. But...freaky double jointed borg! I'm ALSO double jointed, Mel. I can't do anything freaky or gross with my fingers, but I can plant my hands flat on a table and rotate my elbows up and out 180 degrees. It was always a big hit at high school parties. Junior high sleepovers. P.E. Home Ec. Frat parties. Church socials. Weddings. Funerals. Bar mitzvahs. Grand gatherings with set menus. Character Meet-n-Greets. Pretty much anytime there's more than one person around, I bust out the freaky elbow thing. Or do I? Anyway, all of that to say this: We're borg sisters. Kinda.

Mel - I'm pretty sure you meant CATNAPPING. I think. Or is that what one does on the couch in the afternoon?

Or in a chair in the middle of a heavily populated lobby? Alcove. Whatever.

You're on a roll, Melly! Keep on doin' whatever it is you're doin' (does it involve sucking back multiple bottles of ripple, by any chance?) because the last few chapters have been FREAKING HYSTERICAL!

I bet ZZUB wishes he could be that funny.

 

[GeorgiaAristocat]

Last edited by LaLa : Today at 09:20 AM. Reason: Where IS Da Man anyway?

Okay. This is a WILD guess. But I am thinking that da man (he doesn't REALLY deserve caps does he?) might be enjoying some "free" food. Since we all know that he can't resist Mel's tripe, he might be somewhere . . . else.

I think he went back to POR. For the cheesesteaks.