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

[PrincessV]

I gave our name. The family name.

No dice.

I gave MY name. My official name. The name I still have since I neglected on purpose to change it when I was married.

No dice.


I gave my OTHER name. My official name hyphenated with our family name.

OMG, this is me EVERY time I call WDW. Check in to a WDW resort. Make ADR's for a WDW restaurant. Apparently, they've got me in the system under my maiden name, my former married name, and two different combinations of the two. I guess I could have them fix it. But where's the fun in that?

To do an early morning explore of the Disney All Star Movies Property.


Just the three of us. Me and my boys.


And a credit card. Of course.

Well... yeah!

So... I thought maybe I should leave a note for Mellyman saying: I'm LOOSE on DISNEY PROPERTY! WITH THE CREDIT CARD! Baybee. Wakey WAKEY!!!! I'm about to lose the Battle for MY WALLET!!!!

 

[DJR]

And we received bed bug bites courtesy of MUSIC ~ The JAZZ INN!


I'm not kidding.


Although this is the one time I wish I were. They took two weeks to heal. And it was as "magical" a Disney moment(s) as the massive "magical" scab I received on my knee from flipping on the "magical" pavement. Outside of Cindy's Magical Castle. Not "magically" looking where I was going.

Well, it's interesting to hear Disney hasn't escaped the bed bug plague. Reminder to look more closely next time.

Screaming about a mountain man with an axe. Who was, apparently, going to GET ME(L)! In my nightmare.

Yeah, bud did he have any Bud Light?

We were all awake and excited. Tommy burst out the door. Took a look around and said, "I'm gonna run through the FAT GRASS!".


Calvin and I looked at the grass and were DED. With amusement.


The blades of grass were really FAT. In Florida.


Compared with our skinny Canadian blades of grass.


We were so amused by Tommy that we all decided to run around for a bit. On the lawn outside our door. In the FAT GRASS.

Borg! I've always been strangely fascinated with the FAT GRASS too. Not a good place to play your golf ball from though.

 

[LISAMWDW]

Mel's back!!!!

I thought you were done already. It was alittle early to be done with the famous unfinished trip report!

Can't wait for more!

 

[Frickles]

But... you know how it goes:


We returned safely from the Northwoods. With tans, bug bites, and no photos of me gutting a nice bass.

For ZZUB.


To a number of days of unexpected company. Friends who are a hoot. And who I couldn't tear myself away from. Literally. To write this chapter.

So this means that you had issues of People, Us, STAR and Highlights waiting for you in the mailbox when you got back.

 

[ZZUB]

It's about suppression.

So glad to see you hadn't died on us. Well glad in that if you had died, I would look like a collosal jerkstore for the way I snark you. But now that it's obvious you're alive, my snark seems appropriate. Even fitting.

I could quote things but that is so last week.

So now I will sum up the things I liked and made me laugh. If not out loud, at least in quiet: fat grass, magical case of gonnorhea, no bass for me, pockmarked thighs, your inability to remember your name, that you have an extraordinary number of aliases, that you got bedbugs last year, that you got a scab, that your husband ignores you when you're trying to wake him up, your alleged hotness, your pink eye (what? are you a member of the infection of the month club?); that you insist on flauting Disney's room occupancy limits, that you have friends.

The thing about you writing notes to your Dad, well that's puddin' as we say in our house. It almost humanizes you. Makes me think you're not the completely horrible and insanely dyspeptic character you play on TV.

But if you are undead, I'll find out about that, too.

 

[Sneezie]

I gave our name. The family name.

No dice.

I gave MY name. My official name. The name I still have since I neglected on purpose to change it when I was married.

No dice.


I gave my OTHER name. My official name hyphenated with our family name.

This exact same thing happened to me just last week. I called Disney Travel Company to give them my flight information, but they didn't have my reservation listed. I shot an e-mail off to my travel agent with a little bit of a "snarky" attitude asking her why MY reservation wasn't showing up in Disney's records when the two other families I'D book for our Grand Gatherings were all set. Right after I pressed the Send button I realized that I'd made my reservations under my "maiden name - married name". I called back and they found my reservations without any problems. I felt like a fool and had to apologize to my TA.

It's a good thing Humble pie tastes like chicken!

 

[nicolemarie]

Melly!!

You're back!! What's up with all these posts that you've neglected to respond to? Girl, you have FANS. You can't leave us hanging like that.

Great installment, Mel. I'm gonna quote my favorite parts, though, because if old, bald ZZUB thinks it's "so yesterday," then it MUST be "so today." Bless him.

I figured... and told Mellyman: My lack of forethought and improper packing is the *NEW* Pilates.

He'd feel better for it in the morning.

Mellyman is a freakin' SAINT, I say.

We blew up the mattress. Sprayed the kids with Deepwoods OFF. And tucked them into bed for the night.

They might have poison seeping through their veins, but, by golly, they ain't gonna get bit by a bed bug, are they?

From a nightmare of sorts.


Screaming about a mountain man with an axe. Who was, apparently, going to GET ME(L)! In my nightmare.

What kind of psychopath has nightmares like that? Good gracious, woman!

So... I thought maybe I should leave a note for Mellyman saying: I'm LOOSE on DISNEY PROPERTY! WITH THE CREDIT CARD! Baybee. Wakey WAKEY!!!! I'm about to lose the Battle for MY WALLET!!!!

DED. And the part about you leaving notes for your Dad was really, really sweet. Seriously.

A close friend of mine said to me today that it's all the little things you do with your kids that are the things that REALLY matter. And not, so much, the BIG things.

Your friend is very smart. And absolutely right. The little things are what make up your life. The big things are extras thrown in for good measure.

Again, Mel, this was a really good read. As all of yours are. Thanks for the funnies.

NM

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Heh heh.


Here we go:


After sitting around the little wading pool. We decided to head back to our ROOM WITHOUT A VIEW. And see if my two sleeping beauties had finally awakened.

I told the boys to wait quietly in the FAT GRASS. While I snuck into the room. To check.

I snuck into the room.

It was quiet. Except for the unbelievably loud snoring. Coming from my princess. Mellyman.

NOBeth.


Beth was still sawing a log too. Along with her father.


Who... it appears... is more effective producing firewood in his sleep. Then when he's actually AWAKE!!!!

I snuck back out.


I told the boys we'd give them about an hour more. Before we gently awakened them. With a Disney Spray Fan. Thingie.


We headed out and I took some photos. Of the boys. Fooling around. And this is what I got:

And, of course:

That's how the happyhaunts wear those little beanie hats. BTW. All of us.

It's a CANADIAN THANG!!!!


Or is it?

I bought Tommy the Stitch Beanie Hat. So he could wear it improperly at our Breakfast with Stitch.

Then we headed to the penny pressing machine.


Where we committed a Federal Offense. By pressing an image of Baby Goofy into the face of Queen Elizabeth 2.

Don't tell anyone. K?


Also: the morphed image that appeared looked like Bob Dylan. To Me(l).


Then we bought Mellyman a cup of what they call "coffee". But really isn't. And headed back to our room.


We burst in to wake them up. Except I didn't burst. I was carrying coffee that is, for some unknown reason, hotter than the face of the sun.

So I slithered in.


Instead. Behind the boys.




Spilling only enough coffee to make a small stain... in the image of Bob Dylan... on my shorts.


Prompting me to break out into song and wake Mellyman with this:


"Your breathe is sweet, your eyes are like two jewels in the sky. Your back is straight your hair is smooth. On the pillow where you lie..."


And, although, he was still asleep I don't think he minded me waking him with an OFF KEY rendition of one of my favourite Dylan songs.


Yeah.


I was OFF KEY. With DYLAN.


You just KNOW... there is a BOY BAND out there that'd be happy to have Me(l). In it.


Or not.


Heh heh.


Beth and Mellyman got up and they got cleanish and dressed. We deflated our air mattress and repacked our crap.


And headed out for breakfast. At the Poly.


To start the trip off right.


By smelling the SMELL OF DISNEY! The dirty Disney water.


I look forward to it every trip. And you can REALLY smell the stuff at the Poly. And Splash Mountain. Too.


Same smell both places.


It brings a tear to my eye. And Beth's too. We always have a race to be the first person inside the door at the Polynesian. And catch the first whiff.


We are the competitive happyhaunts. Afterall.


Just be sure you aren't heading through the doors at the same time Beth and I are sprinting up over the little bridge there.


'Cause we'll take you OUT! And your MAMA!


Then you'll slam into our backs when we thoughtlessly come to a dead stop two steps inside.


And sniff the air like those poor suckers who ventured into the bathroom in CANADA. After ZZUB had gone all Zuider Zee Disaster. In there.


Don't bother. Carry on.


Heh heh.


ANYwho... we jumped into the Butterscotch Stallion. And headed off to the Poly. But... not before I asked OWEN if he'd had a good night? In the parking lot. Beside a cute little bright red Dodge Neon.


We arrived at the Poly. And sniffed for a bit. And then checked in for our ADR at 'Ohana.

We had to wait for about 20 minutes and Beth ran out to spend some of her souvenier money at the griftshop. Picking up a new pressed penny album.


And pressing a few more Canadian pennies. Illegally.


We got our picture taken and we were ushered in for breakfast.


It was our first Breakfast with Stitch.


And we all really enjoyed it.


Mellyman especially enjoyed it. He's not too crazy about going to 'Ohana for dinner. But... he does it. Just for me. Bless him.

B/c I HAVE to go every trip. And usually on our first or second night. That was one of the places my parents and I would go when I was small. It was always a special night. Even though The General wouldn't allow me to eat the shrimp.

B/c it was too "exotic" for her. And I might have gotten sick. She feared.


My Dad ate shrimp. Tho. And repeatedly mentioned how delish. It was.


Then he'd try to slip me one. When The General wasn't looking. So... I'd usually get me some under-the-table-shrimp. Anyway.

Bless him.

Too.


Good men in the happyhaunt family. TFI.


Can't say the same for the "ladies", tho.


Heh heh.


This was our breakfast platter #1:

And Mellyman really appreciated the PORK! He went all Homer Simpson on us. Forcing us to order ANOTHER skillet. So that we all had enough pig belly to satisfy.


I liked the eggs. They were really wet and slimy. And then they'd dry and get all crum-my.


That's good eatin'. Right there.


We ate till we couldn't eat anymore.


And took a bunch of pics with Stitch and Lilo. And Pluto (?)!


And MICKEY!!!!!


Except that we didn't. We missed a pic with Mickey. Although we saw him for a minute on his way to break.


It was all good. No pic. But a Main Mouse Sighting. So the kids were happy.


Then they did the march around 'Ohana with the rest of the kids. Shaking their maracas. And shaking their rhumbas.


I went along for the ride. Shaking my ham. Which is what the kids call my rhumba.


After Mellyman watched me shake my ham. He announced that he was FINISHED EATIN'!


And no longer liked pork.


And Tommy stared at the table beside us... who had, apparently, MISSED Me(l)'s little dance. And were, therefore, still eatin'.

Now then: I'm gonna end this chapter although it's pretty short. B/c I have to get rolling on dinner.


We're having...errrr... something. Or other.


From the freezer.


And this seems like a natural break in the story anyhow. But... I'll be back tomorrow to tell y'all about our SECOND ROOM WITHOUT A VIEW.


And other stuff.


Cheers, Mel.


P.S. OH!!!!!


OH!!!! ZZUB!!!!!


ZZUB!


I LOVEDLOVEDLOVED the "puddin'" thing. That's SO sweet. Truly.


But... I also caught some more SNARK. From YOU.


So...


Don't MESS with PUDDIN':

(that's what we call PUDDIN'...in the happyhaunt household!)


Heh.


Double heh.

 

[Mr._The_King]

Another great chapter

 

[javamom]

Me(l), what are those ears Tommy is wearing?

 

[sleepingbean]

the name thing...
I did that too
It's the "official me" for flying and the "regular me" for credit cards and all other things.

I lost our marriage certificate ,

what's your excuse?

I'm glad you're back, btw. And I'm glad to see that return key get some good use again.

Off to read page 16!

 

[LaLa]

Well, I was a little behind. Which is a good thing. I think. No, I'm sure of it because I was treated to not one but TWO hilarious installments tonight. I'm all caught up and I'm LOVING it, my girl. There were a ton of things that made me laugh out loud.

NOZZUB.

But mostly I laughed at the fat grass thing. And everything else on ZZUB's list. Well, everything except for the snarky comments. Funny freaky borg.

Last trip with Tommy it was our LAST night. And we received bed bug bites courtesy of MUSIC ~ The JAZZ INN!

I'm not kidding.

Although this is the one time I wish I were. They took two weeks to heal. And it was as "magical" a Disney moment(s) as the massive "magical" scab I received on my knee from flipping on the "magical" pavement. Outside of Cindy's Magical Castle. Not "magically" looking where I was going.

Again.

If this is your attempt at an Epilogue for Red Happyhaunt, Blue Happyhaunt, One Happyhaunt, Two Happyhaunt, you're gonna have to dig a little deeper. NOBedbugs. Seriously. That's nasty. And extremely unfortunate. Because you're giving me the heebie jeebies. You know how I am about bedbugs. I will be dismantling every hotel headboard I come in contact with before I lay my head down from now on. Instead of every third hotel headboard. Like I was doing before.

We slept. Hard. Until four am. When I "magically" awoke.

From a nightmare of sorts.

Screaming about a mountain man with an axe. Who was, apparently, going to GET ME(L)! In my nightmare.

Thanks for the pleasant image right before bedtime. I really appreciate it. If I wake up screaming and/or yodeling loud enough to wake the dead at 3 a.m., I'll tell DH it's all your fault. He'll understand.

OR WILL HE?!

Then we headed to the penny pressing machine.

Where we committed a Federal Offense. By pressing an image of Baby Goofy into the face of Queen Elizabeth 2.

Don't tell anyone. K?

Also: the morphed image that appeared looked like Bob Dylan. To Me(l).

DED! Backwards and forwards.

B/c I HAVE to go every trip. And usually on our first or second night. That was one of the places my parents and I would go when I was small. It was always a special night. Even though The General wouldn't allow me to eat the shrimp. B/c it was too "exotic" for her. And I might have gotten sick. She feared.

My Dad ate shrimp. Tho. And repeatedly mentioned how delish. It was.

Then he'd try to slip me one. When The General wasn't looking. So... I'd usually get me some under-the-table-shrimp. Anyway.

Bless him.

Too.

Good men in the happyhaunt family. TFI.

Can't say the same for the "ladies", tho.

I beg to differ. From what I've seen, the Happyhaunt ladies seem to be holding their own in the "good department". Mel, this whole thing was really sweet. Along with the story about you slipping notes in his pockets when you were a little girl. Your stories about your Dad never fail to touch my heart because it's clear to see how much love you have for him. Bless him. And bless you.

NOSneezie.

Loved it, Melly. You're rockin' it, my girl!

 

[Tanya90210]

Loved both installments... Ohana's for breakfast YUMMY... it's our first meal this year too... after our trip last year we fell in love

 

[burly]

Yeah, Mel(s) back. Out of the woods, to add not one but 2 new and funny bits. thanks for the read.

 

[Frickles]

Mel!! Thanks dearly for the picture of the O'hana skillet! I love breakfast at O'hana and we have not been in a couple of years! It seems like I remember some sort of pineappley bread though?! Am I right? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Anyone?

The General wouldn't allow me to eat the shrimp.

B/c it was too "exotic" for her. And I might have gotten sick. She feared.

This kills me! Sometimes I think JoMomma and the General are cut from the same cloth. JoMomma didn't want me to swim every 28 days for fear that I would get sick and die from being in the water. Don't ask.

As always friend, I am loving your tail.

 

[ncseric]

"Your breathe is sweet, your eyes are like two jewels in the sky. Your back is straight your hair is smooth. On the pillow where you lie..."

You may think you're in Canada where you can add extra letters to all the words you want, but you're posting in the US of A where we take spelling seriously.

Seriously.

NOGreysAnatomy.

Good post. Possessed cat. Bad kitty.

 

[ZZUB]

Bless him. And bless you. NOSneezie.

THAT is Freakin Hilarious! You should write a Trip Report!

 

[samc]

it's hot in Alabama....really really hot...NOAlGore but didn't realize it was makin me crazy.....cuz I thought I just read that there were BED BUGS at DISNEY!!!!!

eeewwwwwwwwwyuckblechgrossblablabalblaeeknaaasypooyspewydisgustingIthinkImighthurlgrodytothemax!

the rest was delightful .....you're one funny girl of the north country...NOBob

 

[Sneezie]

Bless him. And bless you.

NOSneezie.

LaLa, I get this all of the time. My married name is actually Sneeze. For our wedding I wanted to give out handkerchiefs, during the second line dance, (you're from the South, you know what I mean) with "God Bless You, Love The Sneeze's" on it as a favor, but my husband wouldn't let me.

 

[MainStMandy]

Yay Mel! Can't wait to read more.

Wishing there was more today since I do not have 1 client...and I am here till 7