We're not going to WDW this year - yeah right!

[TOT_Princess_412]

Toodles! Have fun! Have TotP blow Kenny a kiss for me!

..no...I will listen to my mp3 and play my nintendo ds happily for you though.............. , , and

 

[Piglets Mommy]

Heather you need to let us know if you see a picture of PD and Nsalz on the DO NOT LET IN BOARD.

You got it...Of course DH and I getting to the spa all hinges on the in-laws watching the kids, so we'll see...

 

[stinkerbelle's mom]

We walked right by the Aquarium, but you can't take strollers in, and with the nine-week old, theres no way were carrying him! =o

You are so right about the Aquarium, shame no strollers, but make sure you get there......so cool! Btw, if you were at the Aquarium you were about 15 mins away from my house!

Good on that one. She is too busy rereading the whole SGC thread!!

That's cuz her invisible ink was on back order!

Bonus Feature #1
the bonus features!!!


1. What is it about the muthaland that makes the characters keep going back. There seems to be some sort of pull. We know it cannot be a secret ingrediant added to the Disney COffee because the Disney coffee stinks and noone drinks it. What could it be that causes the characters to part with their hard earned money to visit a large animated rodent who has come to life? Something in the dole whips!

2. Despite DISUNC's claims that the Salz's paid for that fateful dinner in February 2006, who does the reader think really paid for that dinner?



3. If DH drives like this why doesn't PD112 take the advice of StinkerBellsmom and just not let him drive while she is in the car? I don't know, but that Stinkerbelle's Mom sounds so incredibly intelligent!!!


4. Why don't all AP holders buy the DDE card, when it is the best value in Disney?

5. When the movie version of this tale is epic novel is filmed, should the part of PD112 be played by Eva Longoria, Felicity Huffman or Terry Hatcher?

How about Cynderella, she already has the green hair & looks fabulous!

6. Why oh why did WDW get rid of WHo wants to be a milionaire? What were they thinking?

I think they got sick of Disunc trying out for the show all the time!

7. Why don't they ever play first run movies at Sci Fi?

Cuz then they have to charge even more!

8. What is the reader's favorite country at world showcase and why?



9. What the heck is wrong with the author that she didn't take notes so that we wouldn't have to rely on her charge slips to figure out what she did? Does she think it's interesting to make the reader read that she does not have a clue what was done on certian days? Does she not realize that she is getting older and her memory is not what it used to be?

Maybe the author should stop writing her notes in invisible ink since it makes them so hard to transcribe later!

10. How about Catherine Zeta Jones or Susan Sarandon for the lead....Uma THurman perhaps? See # 5

11. Dinoland~ what's the point?

Conversation piece maybe?!?!?

12. Do you think the author and NSalz will ever go back to the GF Spa? DO you think that they are allowed back in the GF Spa? Has anyone else been to the GF Spa in the past year .....is the shower working properly?

Would they dare risk the wrath of the Queen of the Universe by refusing her entry?!?!? Besides they need another video to submit to America's Funniest Home Videos!!!

13. Given that the author thinks the mere thought of Sushi is disgusting, why is her favourite (the u is added for our Canadian and British friends) nail color "Suzi sells sushi by the seashore"? DIVA!

14. Why can't the author afford to hire a CM to bring her chocolate croissants at home every morning? Haven't you trained dh for this job yet?
15. What the heck took the writer so long to finish this TR?

Trying to one up J.K. Rowling of course!


Can't wait for the other TRs!!!!

 

[crossfamily]

Um ok so this one is done so where is yours from this year?

 

[pixie dust 112]

Um ok so this one is done so where is yours from this year?

t5hat one is written out in my journal, but don't ya want last September's trip first? That one I have to try to recreate!

 

[stinkerbelle's mom]

We'll take anyone that we can get!

 

[blessedmommyX4]

I just read this entire thread and LOVED it!! Day 6 was so funny, I was laughing so hard and my husband had that "great, she is lost in never, never, land again" look.

sometimes, they just don't understand!

thank you for the good trip report! you area very humerous group- i look forward to reading more from you.

Jenn

 

[blessedmommyX4]

wanted to subscribe...

 

[pixie dust 112]

I just read this entire thread and LOVED it!! Day 6 was so funny, I was laughing so hard and my husband had that "great, she is lost in never, never, land again" look.

sometimes, they just don't understand!

thank you for the good trip report! you area very humerous group- i look forward to reading more from you.

Jenn

wanted to subscribe...

Thanks!

 

[IkeandMike]

So I start looking around at other airlines and other airports. I find a decent fare ($79.00 each way) out of another airport fairly close to home, but I am somewhat worried as I am not familiar with the airline (can’t even remember the name now) and this particular airport seems to be famous for having unknown airlines come and go rather quickly. DH and I have different driving styles …. And believe me that is the understatement of the year. He feels it is appropriate to drive fast and all cars should be as close to one another as is possible. I, on the otherhand, will exceed the speed limit by about 10 mph and believe it is appropriate to leave room for at least one index card between me and the car ahead of me! When DH is driving I try to be helpful by applying my foot rather firmly to the imaginary brake pedal on the passenger side of the car every 15-20 seconds. I also give him helpful reminders like the car ahead of us is applying its brakes and we should slow down NOW!!!!! And OK our exit is about a mile ahead…. Now our exit is ½ mile ahead, our exit is ¼ mile ahead, we should get out of the left lane now and cross the four lanes to the exit lane because this is our exit….. we just passed our exit. For some reason I feel under appreciated through all of this help that I give him! Anyway we are not compatible driving companions on long trips. [/QUOTE]


I just found your tr. By the way, it's great. But too funny, I live in upstate NY, and I know exactly what airport you are referring to here. And also, I think my husband and yours must have went to driving school together. He and I can't even drive a half our together. And he always misses the exits. The only difference is, I don't have to use an imaginary brake pedal, because I deliver the mail with my own vehicle, I have a brake and gas pedal on the passenger side of the truck. So with an ever light tap of the foot, I can slow him up whenever I want to.

 

[pixie dust 112]

IKeandMIke

Can I borrow your car?

 

[sparklemom]

OMG, I just read Day 6 and I feel a great kinship to you, because I too have a humiliating shower story.

I was 17 years old and had just spent a weekend at the Philadelphia Folk Festival with my then-boyfriend and a crowd of our friends. This involved camping in a field in the rain, and we were all disgustingly muddy. We returned to my boyfriend's house, which was a rambling old Victorian, and began the shower queue. I was something like 7th in line, so by the time I got into the bathroom, it was full dark. I stripped down and climbed into the shower/tub combo, which was built in under the stairs to the third floor and had a very narrow door opening. I turned the faucet handle, there was a whooshing noise, a sizzle, several pops... and the lights went out.

After a moment to absorb what had just happened, I turned the handle back to "off" and hauled my naked, muddy self out of the shower. It was pitch black in there, but the room was equipped with one of those red heat-lamp thingies in the ceiling, so I fumbled my way over to the switch, turned it on, and deciphered what had happened. Apparently, the prior user of the shower had knocked the showerhead at a 90-degree angle as they squeezed out of the narrow door opening. When I turned the water on, it shot out over the top of the door and hit the hot light bulbs in the strip fixture over the mirror, making every single one of them explode.

This in and of itself was bad enough; it was my first visit to my boyfriend's house, and I had just blown out the bathroom lights. But when I wrapped myself in a towel and went over to open the door to call for help, things deteriorated even further; the doorknob came off in my hand, and the part that would let me open it fell out the other side. I was now trapped in a red-lit room, naked, with a floor full of broken glass.

After a few minutes of yelling for help (it was a big house, and everyone was at the other end of it), I finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Unfortunately, it was my boyfriend's contrarian 4-year-old DS, who (on hearing my plea for her to retrieve her brother NOW) took great pleasure in refusing to go tell anyone. I was still trying to coax her into a more cooperative state of mind when her dad finally came upstairs to see what had become of me. He fixed the doorknob, let me out, replaced the lightbulbs, adjusted the showerhead, cleaned up the glass, and pronounced the bathroom fit for showering. No thanks, said I... my dad was coming in a few hours to start our college visiting tour, so I guessed I'd just shower at the hotel.

It wasn't exactly the impression I'd wanted to make on meeting my boyfriend's parents, but it all worked out OK in the end. The boyfriend is now my DH of 16 years, and the bathroom has long since been remodeled!!

 

[pixie dust 112]

OMG, I just read Day 6 and I feel a great kinship to you, because I too have a humiliating shower story.

I was 17 years old and had just spent a weekend at the Philadelphia Folk Festival with my then-boyfriend and a crowd of our friends. This involved camping in a field in the rain, and we were all disgustingly muddy. We returned to my boyfriend's house, which was a rambling old Victorian, and began the shower queue. I was something like 7th in line, so by the time I got into the bathroom, it was full dark. I stripped down and climbed into the shower/tub combo, which was built in under the stairs to the third floor and had a very narrow door opening. I turned the faucet handle, there was a whooshing noise, a sizzle, several pops... and the lights went out.

After a moment to absorb what had just happened, I turned the handle back to "off" and hauled my naked, muddy self out of the shower. It was pitch black in there, but the room was equipped with one of those red heat-lamp thingies in the ceiling, so I fumbled my way over to the switch, turned it on, and deciphered what had happened. Apparently, the prior user of the shower had knocked the showerhead at a 90-degree angle as they squeezed out of the narrow door opening. When I turned the water on, it shot out over the top of the door and hit the hot light bulbs in the strip fixture over the mirror, making every single one of them explode.

This in and of itself was bad enough; it was my first visit to my boyfriend's house, and I had just blown out the bathroom lights. But when I wrapped myself in a towel and went over to open the door to call for help, things deteriorated even further; the doorknob came off in my hand, and the part that would let me open it fell out the other side. I was now trapped in a red-lit room, naked, with a floor full of broken glass.

After a few minutes of yelling for help (it was a big house, and everyone was at the other end of it), I finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Unfortunately, it was my boyfriend's contrarian 4-year-old DS, who (on hearing my plea for her to retrieve her brother NOW) took great pleasure in refusing to go tell anyone. I was still trying to coax her into a more cooperative state of mind when her dad finally came upstairs to see what had become of me. He fixed the doorknob, let me out, replaced the lightbulbs, adjusted the showerhead, cleaned up the glass, and pronounced the bathroom fit for showering. No thanks, said I... my dad was coming in a few hours to start our college visiting tour, so I guessed I'd just shower at the hotel.

It wasn't exactly the impression I'd wanted to make on meeting my boyfriend's parents, but it all worked out OK in the end. The boyfriend is now my DH of 16 years, and the bathroom has long since been remodeled!!

You win!!!!!! I am in hysterics reading this! SO how do you and your SIL get along now that she's grown up?

 

[nsalz]

OMG, I just read Day 6 and I feel a great kinship to you, because I too have a humiliating shower story.

I was 17 years old and had just spent a weekend at the Philadelphia Folk Festival with my then-boyfriend and a crowd of our friends. This involved camping in a field in the rain, and we were all disgustingly muddy. We returned to my boyfriend's house, which was a rambling old Victorian, and began the shower queue. I was something like 7th in line, so by the time I got into the bathroom, it was full dark. I stripped down and climbed into the shower/tub combo, which was built in under the stairs to the third floor and had a very narrow door opening. I turned the faucet handle, there was a whooshing noise, a sizzle, several pops... and the lights went out.

After a moment to absorb what had just happened, I turned the handle back to "off" and hauled my naked, muddy self out of the shower. It was pitch black in there, but the room was equipped with one of those red heat-lamp thingies in the ceiling, so I fumbled my way over to the switch, turned it on, and deciphered what had happened. Apparently, the prior user of the shower had knocked the showerhead at a 90-degree angle as they squeezed out of the narrow door opening. When I turned the water on, it shot out over the top of the door and hit the hot light bulbs in the strip fixture over the mirror, making every single one of them explode.

This in and of itself was bad enough; it was my first visit to my boyfriend's house, and I had just blown out the bathroom lights. But when I wrapped myself in a towel and went over to open the door to call for help, things deteriorated even further; the doorknob came off in my hand, and the part that would let me open it fell out the other side. I was now trapped in a red-lit room, naked, with a floor full of broken glass.

After a few minutes of yelling for help (it was a big house, and everyone was at the other end of it), I finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Unfortunately, it was my boyfriend's contrarian 4-year-old DS, who (on hearing my plea for her to retrieve her brother NOW) took great pleasure in refusing to go tell anyone. I was still trying to coax her into a more cooperative state of mind when her dad finally came upstairs to see what had become of me. He fixed the doorknob, let me out, replaced the lightbulbs, adjusted the showerhead, cleaned up the glass, and pronounced the bathroom fit for showering. No thanks, said I... my dad was coming in a few hours to start our college visiting tour, so I guessed I'd just shower at the hotel.

It wasn't exactly the impression I'd wanted to make on meeting my boyfriend's parents, but it all worked out OK in the end. The boyfriend is now my DH of 16 years, and the bathroom has long since been remodeled!!

That was a great story...laughing my head off. Ofcourse I was there for PD's day 6 so I have visuals for that one and still roll on the ground laughing!

 

[crossfamily]

The shower story was great... What a way to welcome you into the family.....

 

[DisGirlAllie]

OMG, I just read Day 6 and I feel a great kinship to you, because I too have a humiliating shower story.

I was 17 years old and had just spent a weekend at the Philadelphia Folk Festival with my then-boyfriend and a crowd of our friends. This involved camping in a field in the rain, and we were all disgustingly muddy. We returned to my boyfriend's house, which was a rambling old Victorian, and began the shower queue. I was something like 7th in line, so by the time I got into the bathroom, it was full dark. I stripped down and climbed into the shower/tub combo, which was built in under the stairs to the third floor and had a very narrow door opening. I turned the faucet handle, there was a whooshing noise, a sizzle, several pops... and the lights went out.

After a moment to absorb what had just happened, I turned the handle back to "off" and hauled my naked, muddy self out of the shower. It was pitch black in there, but the room was equipped with one of those red heat-lamp thingies in the ceiling, so I fumbled my way over to the switch, turned it on, and deciphered what had happened. Apparently, the prior user of the shower had knocked the showerhead at a 90-degree angle as they squeezed out of the narrow door opening. When I turned the water on, it shot out over the top of the door and hit the hot light bulbs in the strip fixture over the mirror, making every single one of them explode.

This in and of itself was bad enough; it was my first visit to my boyfriend's house, and I had just blown out the bathroom lights. But when I wrapped myself in a towel and went over to open the door to call for help, things deteriorated even further; the doorknob came off in my hand, and the part that would let me open it fell out the other side. I was now trapped in a red-lit room, naked, with a floor full of broken glass.

After a few minutes of yelling for help (it was a big house, and everyone was at the other end of it), I finally heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Unfortunately, it was my boyfriend's contrarian 4-year-old DS, who (on hearing my plea for her to retrieve her brother NOW) took great pleasure in refusing to go tell anyone. I was still trying to coax her into a more cooperative state of mind when her dad finally came upstairs to see what had become of me. He fixed the doorknob, let me out, replaced the lightbulbs, adjusted the showerhead, cleaned up the glass, and pronounced the bathroom fit for showering. No thanks, said I... my dad was coming in a few hours to start our college visiting tour, so I guessed I'd just shower at the hotel.

It wasn't exactly the impression I'd wanted to make on meeting my boyfriend's parents, but it all worked out OK in the end. The boyfriend is now my DH of 16 years, and the bathroom has long since been remodeled!!

OMG

 

[sparklemom]

Let's just say it's one of my SIL's favorite stories.

It's funny, because as I wrote this, I realized that it's been 21 years and I'm now the same age that my MIL was when it happened. I reminded her of it last night, and she said, "All I can remember is thinking, 'My God, I can't believe this poor girl came to our house and had everything fall apart on her.' I felt like we'd let our son down!"