This cat is hilarious!
I want a cat that sings rock and roll...none of that rap stuff...cats don't rap.
M&G
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Thinking Out Loud
So, I'm at the point where I think that we'll just get rid of the good ol' land line.
Both Goofy and I have decent cell reception at the house, so I'm wondering what the point is any more to even have a "regular" phone.
I've been hesitant to get rid of it, but I have no idea why.
Is it nostalgia? Is it laziness? A call to the phone company is sooooooooooooo boring and inconvenient. LOL.
Seriously, I'm wondering why I've waited so long. I believe I'll be canceling it this month some time, so if you get a disconnected number alert, no worries...we are still around.
If you have an opinion, let me know....
Cheerios!
M&G
Thursday, May 15, 2008
So, it's been awhile...
I don't know if anyone ever really reads this (except me, and frankly, sometimes just getting things out of my mind and onto "paper" is enough), but there have been murmurings of late regarding the dearth of posting.
It may just be the voices in my head I'm hearing, but in case it's not, I'll ramble on here for a bit...
A while ago, I started a missive (tirade?) regarding fairness. There isn't any such thing, really, except in fairy tales and children's stories. It's one of the "big lies" we are taught.
If things were fair, there'd be no homelessness or hunger.
If things were fair, people would quit worrying about what the hell other people are doing and pay attention to what they are doing themselves.
If things were fair, I'd be writing this from my beach house on maui. The one with the awesome view, the small beach with the nice little reef to dive, and killer speed on my wireless connection (I'd be sitting on the lanai to write, obviously). I know, I don't ask for much.
Things being fair, you'd have your beach house too - whatever that means to you.
I'm at an odd place today...kinda annoyed in general, and extremely pissed specifically (regarding something that I won't go into, and I have absolutely no control over, so I'm deciding to let it go).
I find, that when I am in these moods, I see the world from a different perspective - I guess. Things seem a bit more clear, which is kinda odd, I admit.
/rant
For instance, why the hell does the voting for American Idol get more attention (and votes) than the presidential primaries (and on a weekly basis, for crying out loud).
What is wrong with this country? Are we becoming a bunch of ignorant dolts that stare adoringly at the television and believe whatever comes out of that box?
It would seem so.
I mean, Paris Hilton and Miley Cyrus make more headlines than the wars we are waging in foreign lands. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.
An amazing example - if you can pull yourself away from the screen long enough to comprehend - of the power of distractive TV. I _almost_ said journalism, but we don't have that anymore. Our talking heads are merely government employees these days (just ask Dan Rather). There are a few that try to bring information to the people, but more often than not, these folks are labeled as "UN-American".
I find that the least fair of all.
Wasn't this country founded on the principles of freedom of speech? To question the current administration, is likened to terrorist activity at worst, but plain old unamerican at best.
Pay attention people. There are truths out there, you just have to be intelligent enough to find them - and then (this is the hardest part for most of America) - decide for yourself what you think.
Hell, I know it's easier to be told what to think...no brains, no headaches and all that.
But it's not healthy. healthy for you or for the country.
Be a patriot and question what's happening. You don't have to disagree with how things are going...you don't have to agree either. But think for yourself...it's fun, really.
/end rant (for today anyway :)
In other news...did you know that you don't really have any control of the land that you "own"?
I found this out the other day in the continued saga of - dum, dum duuuuuuuuum! - THE RETAINING WALL.
Some of you may know that I am doing some work on the island place up north.
Paint, flooring, like that. Seems innocent and straight-forward enough, right?
NO! Wrong! BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!
In order to paint, some soil had to be removed from where it's happily been (without damage or ill effects) for over 20 years.
Simple enough. Get shovel, move dirt.
Nope.
Need an excavator. Excavator says, well, we'll need to put up a retaining wall once we move the dirt.
Ohhhhh Kaaaayyyy.
And, anything over 2 feet high in this county requires a permit (here's where the government steps in, watch out!).
So, this is just an 8 foot wall, about 20-25 feet long made of those nifty premade concrete blocks that look so pretty along the freeway - I'm even getting the lovely "patterned" blocks to increase the beauty of this project. We are nothing if not "pro-art". LOL
Off to get the permit...
Not!
This highly technical, very intricate, super special wall needs an engineer to design it.
OK.
Find engineer, get drawings, pay engineer, go get permit...
Nope.
Turns out that this island may have had native americans walking across it at some time in history, some may even be buried around here and there.
So, we need an archaeologist to come in and do a survey. AND a report. To the tribes.
Said archaeologist asked when at the site
"why am I here? this soil has already been disturbed.".
Duh! (this is where I might go off on a rant about many government employees not able to think past the end of their noses - any wonder there is a stereotype here? LOL. I'm evolving today, so I'm letting it go. rotflol to evolving, but whatever, I amuse myself, and that's the thing).
OK, so the report was written (and paid for), and now it's sitting with the "tribal council", not the TV one either.
Although, they do get to decide whether or not I can get a building permit for my silly little retaining wall, so I guess it's kinda like getting voted off of the island.
I don't have control over my own property (neither do you, although we are the ones that "get" to pay taxes on it - I wonder if the tribal council will kick in this year? something to put on my "yeah, right" list). Only once the tribe "approves" the archaeologists report and relays same to the county do I even have a chance of paying them for a permit to build.
And we still wonder why governments are so inefficient...sad, really, and frustrating as hell.
This little wall went from a few hours project on a nice sunny day, to months of red tape and BS, and thousands (and thousands...) of dollars.
All I can say is: it better be pretty. LOL.
Off to find something else to rant about....ignorance to slay, worlds to rule.
M&G
It may just be the voices in my head I'm hearing, but in case it's not, I'll ramble on here for a bit...
A while ago, I started a missive (tirade?) regarding fairness. There isn't any such thing, really, except in fairy tales and children's stories. It's one of the "big lies" we are taught.
If things were fair, there'd be no homelessness or hunger.
If things were fair, people would quit worrying about what the hell other people are doing and pay attention to what they are doing themselves.
If things were fair, I'd be writing this from my beach house on maui. The one with the awesome view, the small beach with the nice little reef to dive, and killer speed on my wireless connection (I'd be sitting on the lanai to write, obviously). I know, I don't ask for much.
Things being fair, you'd have your beach house too - whatever that means to you.
I'm at an odd place today...kinda annoyed in general, and extremely pissed specifically (regarding something that I won't go into, and I have absolutely no control over, so I'm deciding to let it go).
I find, that when I am in these moods, I see the world from a different perspective - I guess. Things seem a bit more clear, which is kinda odd, I admit.
/rant
For instance, why the hell does the voting for American Idol get more attention (and votes) than the presidential primaries (and on a weekly basis, for crying out loud).
What is wrong with this country? Are we becoming a bunch of ignorant dolts that stare adoringly at the television and believe whatever comes out of that box?
It would seem so.
I mean, Paris Hilton and Miley Cyrus make more headlines than the wars we are waging in foreign lands. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.
An amazing example - if you can pull yourself away from the screen long enough to comprehend - of the power of distractive TV. I _almost_ said journalism, but we don't have that anymore. Our talking heads are merely government employees these days (just ask Dan Rather). There are a few that try to bring information to the people, but more often than not, these folks are labeled as "UN-American".
I find that the least fair of all.
Wasn't this country founded on the principles of freedom of speech? To question the current administration, is likened to terrorist activity at worst, but plain old unamerican at best.
Pay attention people. There are truths out there, you just have to be intelligent enough to find them - and then (this is the hardest part for most of America) - decide for yourself what you think.
Hell, I know it's easier to be told what to think...no brains, no headaches and all that.
But it's not healthy. healthy for you or for the country.
Be a patriot and question what's happening. You don't have to disagree with how things are going...you don't have to agree either. But think for yourself...it's fun, really.
/end rant (for today anyway :)
In other news...did you know that you don't really have any control of the land that you "own"?
I found this out the other day in the continued saga of - dum, dum duuuuuuuuum! - THE RETAINING WALL.
Some of you may know that I am doing some work on the island place up north.
Paint, flooring, like that. Seems innocent and straight-forward enough, right?
NO! Wrong! BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!
In order to paint, some soil had to be removed from where it's happily been (without damage or ill effects) for over 20 years.
Simple enough. Get shovel, move dirt.
Nope.
Need an excavator. Excavator says, well, we'll need to put up a retaining wall once we move the dirt.
Ohhhhh Kaaaayyyy.
And, anything over 2 feet high in this county requires a permit (here's where the government steps in, watch out!).
So, this is just an 8 foot wall, about 20-25 feet long made of those nifty premade concrete blocks that look so pretty along the freeway - I'm even getting the lovely "patterned" blocks to increase the beauty of this project. We are nothing if not "pro-art". LOL
Off to get the permit...
Not!
This highly technical, very intricate, super special wall needs an engineer to design it.
OK.
Find engineer, get drawings, pay engineer, go get permit...
Nope.
Turns out that this island may have had native americans walking across it at some time in history, some may even be buried around here and there.
So, we need an archaeologist to come in and do a survey. AND a report. To the tribes.
Said archaeologist asked when at the site
"why am I here? this soil has already been disturbed.".
Duh! (this is where I might go off on a rant about many government employees not able to think past the end of their noses - any wonder there is a stereotype here? LOL. I'm evolving today, so I'm letting it go. rotflol to evolving, but whatever, I amuse myself, and that's the thing).
OK, so the report was written (and paid for), and now it's sitting with the "tribal council", not the TV one either.
Although, they do get to decide whether or not I can get a building permit for my silly little retaining wall, so I guess it's kinda like getting voted off of the island.
I don't have control over my own property (neither do you, although we are the ones that "get" to pay taxes on it - I wonder if the tribal council will kick in this year? something to put on my "yeah, right" list). Only once the tribe "approves" the archaeologists report and relays same to the county do I even have a chance of paying them for a permit to build.
And we still wonder why governments are so inefficient...sad, really, and frustrating as hell.
This little wall went from a few hours project on a nice sunny day, to months of red tape and BS, and thousands (and thousands...) of dollars.
All I can say is: it better be pretty. LOL.
Off to find something else to rant about....ignorance to slay, worlds to rule.
M&G
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
What Might You Change...
If you KNEW, within a day or so, when you'd die?
(I believe that the sugar high that was Disney is finally ebbing a bit)
Last night - late, while brain crunching the subtleties of Lost and deeper meanings of life - it occurred to me that I am at about the same chronological time in my life as she was in her life when our precious Mom first started having the symptoms of the cancer that would eventually lead to her death.
Those that know Goofy and me know how close we were to Mom. She was a best friend, a mentor, and, on occasion, a pain in the ass like the rest of us. LOL.
I have yet to find anyone that gives as thoughtful counsel as she. I have learned to keep my own counsel, which I know is part of what she taught us. I still miss those opportunities to bounce things off of her to get her perspectives. She had an inate ability to sort through all the crap and bring things down to the bare bones. A very good thing to do when trying to make a decision.
In the interim, I've triumphed and I've failed, and it's all good...how it's supposed to be.
She taught me that too. (see? I did listen and learn :)
Life is too short not to take risks...
"What's the worst that can happen?" she'd say, "You fail. So what? You start over and you've learned not to do that again. :)"
She was the smartest, most interesting, complex, most adored and undoubtedly the most loving and infuriating person that I have ever had the privilege to know.
I miss her every single day.
Maybe it's that I just had a birthday - my eleventh without her, (my God, how can that be?) - that put these contemplative musings into my mind in the quiet of the night.
Maybe it's that it dawned on me that I am roughly the same age as she was when that journey began.
She was just a kid when I was born. Married for nearly two years by then, and still not even 19.5 years older than I.
There is much I could say about why she left home so early, the adversity of those times and the times leading up to her divorce and how she managed to come through it all, but the only really important point is that she felt happy, well loved and free when she got there. The rest doesn't really matter.
What does matter is that she had the opportunity to really live her life...AND, she took it. She lived, and she did it with intent.
Most of us don't do that, really. We do what we think we are supposed to do.
We work, we pay bills, we mow the lawn and wash the cars.
The kids get to soccer practice and swimming and school and birthday parties, and - if we are being good at our jobs - they see their grandparents and all the people that love them .
As much as they can.
At the end of the day, we fall into bed exhausted, just to get up and do it all again tomorrow.
We exist.
Day to Day.
And those days add up before we know what's happened.
Think about it....is that what you want? Is that all there is?
There was one day in the hospital of that last time when she looked at me and said
that the last few years, cancer and all, were among the best in her life.
Being free to be herself, to follow her own dreams, to travel, to have friends she loved, to spend time with Goofy and me...it was a good way to be leaving.
I do not believe she regretted much of those years.
I wonder how many people can honestly say that.
And then, on that awful, beautiful sunny day in May, the world quit spinning on the same axis that it had always been on. It was subtle. It was a slight shift, but it was decidedly, noticeably different.
People honked their horns at stoplights turned green, and they flipped each other off, and they treated each other badly for no good reason.
I couldn't comprehend it for the longest time.
Didn't they know that the world was forever changed?
None of this silly stuff mattered, NONE OF IT, but they didn't understand.
It was so obvious to us, and yet everyone around us was oblivious. It was surreal, and it was amazingly clear.
And on that day, my entire world and view of life was forever changed.
I began to live as if tomorrow may never come. Not that I always succeed. It's so damn easy to slip into the line with all the rest of the lemmings. It takes conscious effort to remind oneself that those lines everyone is standing in don't matter.
I don't know that as humans, we are ever entirely able to grasp our own mortality really. It seems so far away - no matter how old we become, we just feel like we always have, really. Oh, we know that we'll die someday. It's just that it's never today.
I work very hard to remember every day that it's all ethereal, slipping slowly away as time marches on regardless of who is still in the parade.
As the old cliche' goes,
At the end of your life, you won't regret the time you didn't spend at work.
I think of this as I make decisions in my life. Not that I don't lose track of that notion from time to time. When I do, I feel that kick in the butt that reminds me to live each day as best I can. Time here is short. Follow your heart.
Some observers of my last eleven years might be perplexed at some of my decisions.
I graduated from college. I quit my job, started a dot com, ended the dot com, went back to a real job, left that one, work from home now - sometimes.
I'll probably go get a "real" job soon, but that's just a means to an end. I work to live, not the other way around. It's that necessary evil that fuels my dreams and provides the means to do what I need to do.
And I learned to scuba dive. It's my passion, discovered, finally. Although, mostly in warm water, lol. I am most at peace and feel more connected to the world when I am on, near, in the water than anywhere else. I think that this was true for Mom too. She loved the water, as I do - even though I can get seasick at times (even under water, but that's another story all together, lol).
I base a lot of my choices on the next dive opportunity. Life is leading me around the world in the water, and I can't wait.
I don't know how long I have on this earth, but I plan to spend a good deal of it nearby and under the water. With Goofy.
You can come along too, if you want. I think everyone should dive, and see what the largest part of the world looks like. We are just a small part of all of that...imagine.
I also plan to spend a lot of time with my family of friends. There is nothing more important than those connections...they are the point.
My wish for you is that you have the ability and the nerve to make sure that you do not lose those connections in your life. It's not easy. It's hard work, but it's worth the effort.
At the end of your days, whenever that comes along, you want to be the one going out satisfied that you lived that time to the fullest - whatever that means to you.
So...forget the laundry and the lawn for a day or two. Enjoy the day, merely for the fact that it's one of the days of your life.
You won't regret it.
M&G
(I believe that the sugar high that was Disney is finally ebbing a bit)
Last night - late, while brain crunching the subtleties of Lost and deeper meanings of life - it occurred to me that I am at about the same chronological time in my life as she was in her life when our precious Mom first started having the symptoms of the cancer that would eventually lead to her death.
Those that know Goofy and me know how close we were to Mom. She was a best friend, a mentor, and, on occasion, a pain in the ass like the rest of us. LOL.
I have yet to find anyone that gives as thoughtful counsel as she. I have learned to keep my own counsel, which I know is part of what she taught us. I still miss those opportunities to bounce things off of her to get her perspectives. She had an inate ability to sort through all the crap and bring things down to the bare bones. A very good thing to do when trying to make a decision.
In the interim, I've triumphed and I've failed, and it's all good...how it's supposed to be.
She taught me that too. (see? I did listen and learn :)
Life is too short not to take risks...
"What's the worst that can happen?" she'd say, "You fail. So what? You start over and you've learned not to do that again. :)"
She was the smartest, most interesting, complex, most adored and undoubtedly the most loving and infuriating person that I have ever had the privilege to know.
I miss her every single day.
Maybe it's that I just had a birthday - my eleventh without her, (my God, how can that be?) - that put these contemplative musings into my mind in the quiet of the night.
Maybe it's that it dawned on me that I am roughly the same age as she was when that journey began.
She was just a kid when I was born. Married for nearly two years by then, and still not even 19.5 years older than I.
There is much I could say about why she left home so early, the adversity of those times and the times leading up to her divorce and how she managed to come through it all, but the only really important point is that she felt happy, well loved and free when she got there. The rest doesn't really matter.
What does matter is that she had the opportunity to really live her life...AND, she took it. She lived, and she did it with intent.
Most of us don't do that, really. We do what we think we are supposed to do.
We work, we pay bills, we mow the lawn and wash the cars.
The kids get to soccer practice and swimming and school and birthday parties, and - if we are being good at our jobs - they see their grandparents and all the people that love them .
As much as they can.
At the end of the day, we fall into bed exhausted, just to get up and do it all again tomorrow.
We exist.
Day to Day.
And those days add up before we know what's happened.
Think about it....is that what you want? Is that all there is?
There was one day in the hospital of that last time when she looked at me and said
that the last few years, cancer and all, were among the best in her life.
Being free to be herself, to follow her own dreams, to travel, to have friends she loved, to spend time with Goofy and me...it was a good way to be leaving.
I do not believe she regretted much of those years.
I wonder how many people can honestly say that.
And then, on that awful, beautiful sunny day in May, the world quit spinning on the same axis that it had always been on. It was subtle. It was a slight shift, but it was decidedly, noticeably different.
People honked their horns at stoplights turned green, and they flipped each other off, and they treated each other badly for no good reason.
I couldn't comprehend it for the longest time.
Didn't they know that the world was forever changed?
None of this silly stuff mattered, NONE OF IT, but they didn't understand.
It was so obvious to us, and yet everyone around us was oblivious. It was surreal, and it was amazingly clear.
And on that day, my entire world and view of life was forever changed.
I began to live as if tomorrow may never come. Not that I always succeed. It's so damn easy to slip into the line with all the rest of the lemmings. It takes conscious effort to remind oneself that those lines everyone is standing in don't matter.
I don't know that as humans, we are ever entirely able to grasp our own mortality really. It seems so far away - no matter how old we become, we just feel like we always have, really. Oh, we know that we'll die someday. It's just that it's never today.
I work very hard to remember every day that it's all ethereal, slipping slowly away as time marches on regardless of who is still in the parade.
As the old cliche' goes,
At the end of your life, you won't regret the time you didn't spend at work.
I think of this as I make decisions in my life. Not that I don't lose track of that notion from time to time. When I do, I feel that kick in the butt that reminds me to live each day as best I can. Time here is short. Follow your heart.
Some observers of my last eleven years might be perplexed at some of my decisions.
I graduated from college. I quit my job, started a dot com, ended the dot com, went back to a real job, left that one, work from home now - sometimes.
I'll probably go get a "real" job soon, but that's just a means to an end. I work to live, not the other way around. It's that necessary evil that fuels my dreams and provides the means to do what I need to do.
And I learned to scuba dive. It's my passion, discovered, finally. Although, mostly in warm water, lol. I am most at peace and feel more connected to the world when I am on, near, in the water than anywhere else. I think that this was true for Mom too. She loved the water, as I do - even though I can get seasick at times (even under water, but that's another story all together, lol).
I base a lot of my choices on the next dive opportunity. Life is leading me around the world in the water, and I can't wait.
I don't know how long I have on this earth, but I plan to spend a good deal of it nearby and under the water. With Goofy.
You can come along too, if you want. I think everyone should dive, and see what the largest part of the world looks like. We are just a small part of all of that...imagine.
I also plan to spend a lot of time with my family of friends. There is nothing more important than those connections...they are the point.
My wish for you is that you have the ability and the nerve to make sure that you do not lose those connections in your life. It's not easy. It's hard work, but it's worth the effort.
At the end of your days, whenever that comes along, you want to be the one going out satisfied that you lived that time to the fullest - whatever that means to you.
So...forget the laundry and the lawn for a day or two. Enjoy the day, merely for the fact that it's one of the days of your life.
You won't regret it.
M&G
Thursday, April 24, 2008
If There IS Such a Thing...
...as a Disneyland Hangover...I've got it!
What a trip...non-stop running around like a 10 year old kid. We easily walked 10+ miles over the three days we actually went into the parks...woohoo! (and ouch!...lol)
A 10 year old kid with a credit card...bwahahaha...
A 10 year old kid with three sisters along who are also 10 years old - even though they aren't quadruplets or anything. It's complicated, but I digress. No actual kids were along - much to their dismay and total confusion...haha - it's good to surprise kids sometimes.
We got to the airport totally early in wild anticipation of our four nights and five days of Disney Magic.
We parked at Wally Park, and wondered if there was such a thing as Wally World, but decided it's just in a Chevy Chase movie - but what park did they use? we don't know...
and we still had a couple of hours to kill...so, we had dinner at Arnies...Or whatever that place there is called with the fish "swiming" along the floor in beautific mosaic. It's in the new part of the airport, where all the stores and stuff are...it's cool there -even if the airplanes hanging from the ceiling don't fly around like a toy on a string...Dinner was fine, as usual, great for airport food, and nobody hurled, so that was a bonus.
We flew on a new airline in these parts - Virgin America. All jokes aside (I know you are thinking them), it was a pretty nice ride. Each seat has it's very own computer console where you can watch movies, satellite TV (kinda), order food, drinks, and - once we discovered it - play games! We are all now members of Mah Jong anonymous...lol. There is a tethered remote that comes out of the seat arm with a qwerty keyboard and video controls on one side, and a remote control on the other. About the size of a Wii remote...very cool. The staff was nice and you get a free soft drink...they could work a bit on their on time record, but all in all, I'd fly this airline again, I think.
It is magic there in the land and world of Disney, and I'm Magic, so it worked out well, like some great cosmic coming together of the planets or something.
(Are you buying this? 'cause it's getting a bit deep, even for me ;)
Everyone says "Have a magical day"...so we did. We even stayed "on the property" which got us a few perks (like early entry to the park, just for being us), and closer proximity to the hallowed halls of that place we so needed to be.
Sometimes it's good to be 10 again...but it's way better with money and very little self-control or feelings of fiscal responsibility :) No feelings of responsibility at all, generally, but that is a different story for another time I think.
Think about the last time you were in Disneyland. Like the quads and I, you too grew up with the Wonderful World of Disney on Sunday evenings (early enough for us to watch in our jammies before we headed off to bed). Sometimes, we even got to stay up late (all the way until 9 O'CLOCK!) to watch a special Disney event. Heady stuff for the average 5 year old - well, back then anyway, when kids still went to bed before their parents.
The whole idea of DISNEYLAND - a whole land of all things Disney - was almost more than our little minds could comprehend. Mickey and Goofy were there...living with their friends and riding all those rides.
Pirates of the Caribbean was SCAREY then (and it's new again, so has some good points now as well - Johnny Depp lives there, I saw him, and he's fast, running around that place like crazy just to pop up unexpected again). Pirates, in general, are scarey. Even been accosted by a SeaFair Pirate? Those guys are scarey...maybe it's the rum they drink on the way to the parade...(digressing again).
Here's an ACTUAL ghost pirate we saw in that underground cave...seriously...really...actual...PIRATE!
And here's Jack Sparrow (aka Johnny Depp)...he lives there in Pirates of the Caribbean...he does...we saw him! I told you...Scarey!
Dumbo's flying around in a circle were high up in the air and scarey. Teacups are NOT scarey, but they make you sick - which is handy if you've filled up on junk and need some more room...Mr Toad is not a good driver (sister...) and Indiana Jones is a great ride, but a bit bruising.
All of this goes to say that we all had a BLAST!
Our favorite past time was to try on (and photograph ourselves wearing) every hat we found.
One sister worried about being kicked out of the park for so much jubilant hat wearing without buying,
..but our peals of laughter were tolerated and observed with the kind of looks that parents give to their cute kids (bringing us back to the 10 year olds...lol).
What fun!
Here's a snap from my video of our favorite parade...can you guess what it is?
More later...I have to go figure out where to put all the stuff I brought back with me...in the meantime...
Have a MAGICAL day!
M&G
What a trip...non-stop running around like a 10 year old kid. We easily walked 10+ miles over the three days we actually went into the parks...woohoo! (and ouch!...lol)
A 10 year old kid with a credit card...bwahahaha...
A 10 year old kid with three sisters along who are also 10 years old - even though they aren't quadruplets or anything. It's complicated, but I digress. No actual kids were along - much to their dismay and total confusion...haha - it's good to surprise kids sometimes.
We got to the airport totally early in wild anticipation of our four nights and five days of Disney Magic.
We parked at Wally Park, and wondered if there was such a thing as Wally World, but decided it's just in a Chevy Chase movie - but what park did they use? we don't know...
and we still had a couple of hours to kill...so, we had dinner at Arnies...Or whatever that place there is called with the fish "swiming" along the floor in beautific mosaic. It's in the new part of the airport, where all the stores and stuff are...it's cool there -even if the airplanes hanging from the ceiling don't fly around like a toy on a string...Dinner was fine, as usual, great for airport food, and nobody hurled, so that was a bonus.
We flew on a new airline in these parts - Virgin America. All jokes aside (I know you are thinking them), it was a pretty nice ride. Each seat has it's very own computer console where you can watch movies, satellite TV (kinda), order food, drinks, and - once we discovered it - play games! We are all now members of Mah Jong anonymous...lol. There is a tethered remote that comes out of the seat arm with a qwerty keyboard and video controls on one side, and a remote control on the other. About the size of a Wii remote...very cool. The staff was nice and you get a free soft drink...they could work a bit on their on time record, but all in all, I'd fly this airline again, I think.
It is magic there in the land and world of Disney, and I'm Magic, so it worked out well, like some great cosmic coming together of the planets or something.
(Are you buying this? 'cause it's getting a bit deep, even for me ;)
Everyone says "Have a magical day"...so we did. We even stayed "on the property" which got us a few perks (like early entry to the park, just for being us), and closer proximity to the hallowed halls of that place we so needed to be.
Sometimes it's good to be 10 again...but it's way better with money and very little self-control or feelings of fiscal responsibility :) No feelings of responsibility at all, generally, but that is a different story for another time I think.
Think about the last time you were in Disneyland. Like the quads and I, you too grew up with the Wonderful World of Disney on Sunday evenings (early enough for us to watch in our jammies before we headed off to bed). Sometimes, we even got to stay up late (all the way until 9 O'CLOCK!) to watch a special Disney event. Heady stuff for the average 5 year old - well, back then anyway, when kids still went to bed before their parents.
The whole idea of DISNEYLAND - a whole land of all things Disney - was almost more than our little minds could comprehend. Mickey and Goofy were there...living with their friends and riding all those rides.
Pirates of the Caribbean was SCAREY then (and it's new again, so has some good points now as well - Johnny Depp lives there, I saw him, and he's fast, running around that place like crazy just to pop up unexpected again). Pirates, in general, are scarey. Even been accosted by a SeaFair Pirate? Those guys are scarey...maybe it's the rum they drink on the way to the parade...(digressing again).
Here's an ACTUAL ghost pirate we saw in that underground cave...seriously...really...actual...PIRATE!
And here's Jack Sparrow (aka Johnny Depp)...he lives there in Pirates of the Caribbean...he does...we saw him! I told you...Scarey!
Dumbo's flying around in a circle were high up in the air and scarey. Teacups are NOT scarey, but they make you sick - which is handy if you've filled up on junk and need some more room...Mr Toad is not a good driver (sister...) and Indiana Jones is a great ride, but a bit bruising.
All of this goes to say that we all had a BLAST!
Our favorite past time was to try on (and photograph ourselves wearing) every hat we found.
One sister worried about being kicked out of the park for so much jubilant hat wearing without buying,
..but our peals of laughter were tolerated and observed with the kind of looks that parents give to their cute kids (bringing us back to the 10 year olds...lol).
What fun!
Here's a snap from my video of our favorite parade...can you guess what it is?
More later...I have to go figure out where to put all the stuff I brought back with me...in the meantime...
Have a MAGICAL day!
M&G
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