1000thhappyhaunt
Maelstromer
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Before I get started on my THIRD unfinished trip report I'd like to say a couple of things.
Firstly, I was debating whether to call this trippie "The happyhaunt's THIRD Unfinished Trip Report" or else: "Could We BE any Homlier? Our June Trip Report. (No pics, No pics, No pics!)" but then I came to the conclusion that the first option was already depressing me. And I hadn't even typed a word. And, secondly, we took like 1,000 pictures. Badly. On this last trip. And I'll most likely include a few of them. Just so you all can appreciate the much finer photography skillz of most of the OTHER trip reporters on these boards.
As opposed to Me(l).
Who has quite THE EYE for photography.
Unfortunately it's my third eye. I think. The one on the back of my maternal head. Or my lazy eye.
Or my pirate eye. The one with the eyepatch.
Anywho... there will be a few bad photos included. FYI. (aka TFI for future reference).
Ok.
So here's a list of the cast:
Tommy ~ Our youngest, sweet, talkative, empathetic, inquistive 6 year old son. He loves his big sister with a passion which surpasses his passion for Star Wars and stuffed animals. And grapes. He often claims she is "prettier than Padme". While his mother is only "almost as pretty as Padme". We all love him desperately and, sometimes, indulge and baby him. Too much. His nickames are Bama, Swutty, Swutty Putty, Conga, and Filer.
Calvin ~ Our 9 year old middle son aka "Trouble With a Capital C". He is passionate, energetic, athletic, and funny. He is my dream. And nightmare. More work than the other two kids combined. And full of love and life. But... he likes to climb things. And jump off of them. His father says he is a smaller version of myself. And my mother agrees. I guess what goes around comes around. His nickames are CALVIN! CALLLLLLLLLVINNNNNNNN! Chia, The Koala and Jedi-boy. His hero is Terry Fox. And he can drive his sister around the bend by merely glancing in her general direction.
Beth ~ Our oldest. Our bookworm. Our child who has never got a bad mark on her report card. Who gets the description: Conscientious. From every teacher she's ever had. She's quiet. A rule-follower. Intelligent. Timid. And... brave. And maybe a little bit bossy. She's 12 going on 40. And a pleasure and honour to know. She protects her brothers like a mama bear. And is JUST like her father. She is known, around our parts, as Tiny, Tick, and especially...The Boss. And Ma'am.
Mellyman ~ My husband of 14 years. My boyfriend of 17. Our families' strength. And provider. Calm. Gentle. Big hearted. Smart. Easy-going. And... wildly deluded: He loves me through and through. Even after all these years. He makes me laugh. And he reins me in. Sometimes. We're competitive and the very opposite. Of each other. My mother LOVES him. His favourite thing is just hanging out with his family. And we refer to him as: Dad and Melly. I call him My Beautiful Bride. As well.
The General ~ My tough as nails, crusty, beloved, despised Mother. We call her Sir, Baba, General and Darth Vader. Also... Mussolini. I love and respect her madly. But... you didn't hear that from Me(l). Capish?! She's not on the trip.
B/c miracles sometimes happen.
Boddington ~ Our cat. The one that The General has not yet stolen from our possession. As of yet. We call him The B Boy, Poodles and Poodini. B/c he can open sliding doors and let himself outside whenever he wants. We think he's already TRYING to get to West Point aka The General's house. He is not along on our trip either. We left him at West Point.
Sigh.
And, finally...
Mel ~ That's me. Melancholy. And... your Ghost Host for this trippie. I love my family more than life itself.
I'm not Bicker.
I'm a grinner.
I'm a lover.
And I'm a sinner.
I like to lie out in the sun.
I'm a joker.
I'm an (occassional) cigar smoker.
I'm a fan of poker.
And... I don't want to hurt no one!
(I also like to play with song lyrics. TFI.)
Anywho... I'm a mother, daughter, and a wife: tougher than tripe. But... not THAT "offal". Heh heh. But... make no mistake... I'm NO lady.
Double heh heh.
Ok.
That's the cast.
This Disney Trip was for TWO WEEKS. Two whole weeks in the world. Our longest yet.
And the trip I feared... might KILL my husband.
Don't get Me(l) wrong. He likes Disney. He enjoys our vacations in The World. But mostly b/c it's time with his family. Away from work. And it's just the five of us together. For a change. He also loves how much we all love Disney. But I was afraid that two weeks might just be pushing it. I didn't want him to look back at two weeks in The World and compare it to two weeks at Build a Bear.
You know?
I didn't want him to wake up screaming "NO MORE TINY ROUND SHOES!!!!" at any point on our vacation.
I wanted him to have as great a time as the rest of us.
Yet I feared I was pushing the envelope.
Ok.
That's the back story.
We headed to Disney the last week of June and the first week of July. We've been back home for a week now.
And I already want to go back.
As do the kids.
Mellyman is reviewing the Visa bill and celebrating his successful "climb out of the Mousehole"!!!!
But, I think, he's looking forward to next year's trip too.
So here goes another happyhaunt trippie.
My apologies in advance.
HOLD ON TO YOUR SOCKS!!!!
'Cause I'll just BET... they're goin' up and down. Right about NOW!!!!
Or not.
Cheers, Mel.
Oh yeah: ROLL TIDE!!!!!
Firstly, I was debating whether to call this trippie "The happyhaunt's THIRD Unfinished Trip Report" or else: "Could We BE any Homlier? Our June Trip Report. (No pics, No pics, No pics!)" but then I came to the conclusion that the first option was already depressing me. And I hadn't even typed a word. And, secondly, we took like 1,000 pictures. Badly. On this last trip. And I'll most likely include a few of them. Just so you all can appreciate the much finer photography skillz of most of the OTHER trip reporters on these boards.
As opposed to Me(l).
Who has quite THE EYE for photography.
Unfortunately it's my third eye. I think. The one on the back of my maternal head. Or my lazy eye.
Or my pirate eye. The one with the eyepatch.
Anywho... there will be a few bad photos included. FYI. (aka TFI for future reference).
Ok.
So here's a list of the cast:
Tommy ~ Our youngest, sweet, talkative, empathetic, inquistive 6 year old son. He loves his big sister with a passion which surpasses his passion for Star Wars and stuffed animals. And grapes. He often claims she is "prettier than Padme". While his mother is only "almost as pretty as Padme". We all love him desperately and, sometimes, indulge and baby him. Too much. His nickames are Bama, Swutty, Swutty Putty, Conga, and Filer.
Calvin ~ Our 9 year old middle son aka "Trouble With a Capital C". He is passionate, energetic, athletic, and funny. He is my dream. And nightmare. More work than the other two kids combined. And full of love and life. But... he likes to climb things. And jump off of them. His father says he is a smaller version of myself. And my mother agrees. I guess what goes around comes around. His nickames are CALVIN! CALLLLLLLLLVINNNNNNNN! Chia, The Koala and Jedi-boy. His hero is Terry Fox. And he can drive his sister around the bend by merely glancing in her general direction.
Beth ~ Our oldest. Our bookworm. Our child who has never got a bad mark on her report card. Who gets the description: Conscientious. From every teacher she's ever had. She's quiet. A rule-follower. Intelligent. Timid. And... brave. And maybe a little bit bossy. She's 12 going on 40. And a pleasure and honour to know. She protects her brothers like a mama bear. And is JUST like her father. She is known, around our parts, as Tiny, Tick, and especially...The Boss. And Ma'am.
Mellyman ~ My husband of 14 years. My boyfriend of 17. Our families' strength. And provider. Calm. Gentle. Big hearted. Smart. Easy-going. And... wildly deluded: He loves me through and through. Even after all these years. He makes me laugh. And he reins me in. Sometimes. We're competitive and the very opposite. Of each other. My mother LOVES him. His favourite thing is just hanging out with his family. And we refer to him as: Dad and Melly. I call him My Beautiful Bride. As well.
The General ~ My tough as nails, crusty, beloved, despised Mother. We call her Sir, Baba, General and Darth Vader. Also... Mussolini. I love and respect her madly. But... you didn't hear that from Me(l). Capish?! She's not on the trip.
B/c miracles sometimes happen.
Boddington ~ Our cat. The one that The General has not yet stolen from our possession. As of yet. We call him The B Boy, Poodles and Poodini. B/c he can open sliding doors and let himself outside whenever he wants. We think he's already TRYING to get to West Point aka The General's house. He is not along on our trip either. We left him at West Point.
Sigh.
And, finally...
Mel ~ That's me. Melancholy. And... your Ghost Host for this trippie. I love my family more than life itself.
I'm not Bicker.
I'm a grinner.
I'm a lover.
And I'm a sinner.
I like to lie out in the sun.
I'm a joker.
I'm an (occassional) cigar smoker.
I'm a fan of poker.
And... I don't want to hurt no one!
(I also like to play with song lyrics. TFI.)
Anywho... I'm a mother, daughter, and a wife: tougher than tripe. But... not THAT "offal". Heh heh. But... make no mistake... I'm NO lady.
Double heh heh.
Ok.
That's the cast.
This Disney Trip was for TWO WEEKS. Two whole weeks in the world. Our longest yet.
And the trip I feared... might KILL my husband.
Don't get Me(l) wrong. He likes Disney. He enjoys our vacations in The World. But mostly b/c it's time with his family. Away from work. And it's just the five of us together. For a change. He also loves how much we all love Disney. But I was afraid that two weeks might just be pushing it. I didn't want him to look back at two weeks in The World and compare it to two weeks at Build a Bear.
You know?
I didn't want him to wake up screaming "NO MORE TINY ROUND SHOES!!!!" at any point on our vacation.
I wanted him to have as great a time as the rest of us.
Yet I feared I was pushing the envelope.
Ok.
That's the back story.
We headed to Disney the last week of June and the first week of July. We've been back home for a week now.
And I already want to go back.
As do the kids.
Mellyman is reviewing the Visa bill and celebrating his successful "climb out of the Mousehole"!!!!
But, I think, he's looking forward to next year's trip too.
So here goes another happyhaunt trippie.
My apologies in advance.
HOLD ON TO YOUR SOCKS!!!!
'Cause I'll just BET... they're goin' up and down. Right about NOW!!!!
Or not.
Cheers, Mel.
Oh yeah: ROLL TIDE!!!!!
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Can't wait to read more!
I'm in.
