Ok, my pre posts got all muddled up, I'll straighten them out a bit, but if it doesn't flow like it should, that's what happens when I start to talk about a chapter and then just start doing one right after. Anyway, I end up with a pile of
mishmosh, but you're all used to that now anyway.
So, let the mosh begin!
Ok, ok, I"m working on it.
Maytbe tomorrow night. Maybe.
Yes, I know, my old= Wham bam, thank you Ma'am , post the chapter days are over.
Well, they are, even if the results are still the same.
No, hold it, the quality of these reports has Greatly improved. Really. Just ask somebody who knows.
Me.
I don't dangle my principals nearly as much, I have no where near the amount of tyops as there used to be, and I have finally limited myself to ten commas per sentance.
sentence.
I think I've come a long way. ( I sound like I'm in a Virginia Slims commercial)
And you're thinking that, ok, if he's in this much of a mood to blather, why not do it working on your next chapter. And while you may think you are right on that
count, I can tell you this:
;You are right on that count.
I don't know why I'm not working on it.
I think it's because of Monica, she makes me nervous,
cant' you tell? I know she wan'ts something spectacular for HER chapter, but there really isn't anything.
There in lies the rub:
A lot of people think;
All these things can go wrong with Nebo so often, well WHY
can't it happen when I am there?
Well, as an answer, most of the time i'd say,,, be glad you aren't.
Although Colleen and son Adrian were with for the fish
fiasco, the night that Rose and Crown celebrated "Prehistoric Night" and didn't tell me. oh,, and she caught Diane cleaning the mystery blood off my shirt as well, but you never know, you see, sometimes
things just happen to go right.
for a bit.
Well, at least not go wrong.
And I DO try harder when I'm meeting new type people,
which also seems to happen more often than not, at the end of the trip, which means by then I am usually out of painkillers, thereby lessening the chances for spontaneous
silliness.
So, onward?
Satuday morning, final day:
Wow, you want to talk about your mixed emotions?
Baby, I got em all right here, whatcha need?
Yes, I am kind of looking forward to getting out of Pop, this is not how my trips at Pop are supposed to go.
But no, I am not looking forward to driving home, I never minded it before after a nice vacation, but this time?
And I'm not sure at all how long I can handle driving with a head that still won't stop pounding!. I have a feeling that
concentrating on the road is quickly going to take a toll.
Ha ha, I made a pun,, and ,, oh, never mind.
What's a T-O-L-L ?
Bikini Atol, where they detonated the hydrogen bomb back in the fifties.
And how did I get on this? Never mind. "Yes, I'll have another."
This is day 6 now since Hammerfall, and I had no idea that I would still be hurting this much, no, it's not killing me, but it's enough to still annoy me, that's for sure. But it really has healed up from what you can see on the outside, heck, how long does it take for a bump to go down? Or, as Inspector Clouseau said, "A bimp".
Doesn't matter.
Today I am going to have some fun while it's still there before everybody else uses it all up.
We had to get up a bit early to finish packing, when I got done, I checked the door handle;
huh, no eviction notice hanging there.
While I am standing outside, who do I see but the evil Landlord handing out eviction notices to all the other unfortunates, I was pretty sure he had already passed past us, and as he turned a corner near the ice machine, I went after him.
Or is that past passed us?
I love the English language.
As I was chasing him down, I 'm thinking, "Hey, they have us checked in for another night, maybe they found out what happened and gave us an extra day? Maybe Diane set this up since the kids are leaving and now and we have it back to normal again?
Maybe elephants can fly?
I turned the corner and had a hard time finding him again, oh, there, how did he get that far down already?
I caught up and asked why he skipped our room, he said
that the records must show that you are set up for electronic check out, meaning we will get an email of all our charges.
I wasn't happy with this, I wanted to see something in writing, hard copy if you will. But not a hard drive copy.
I want a piece of paper copy, you know, a floppy copy, you copy?
He told me I can get that if I
go and request it from the main desk.
Crap, I hate talking to desks, I do much better with chairs.
Just not stairs.
And I am this close to a full blown Seussian rhyming attack,,,,,,
But this trip there was a lot charged to our room, and I just wanted to make sure it was in order. Normally I try to NOT charge our room key, but with us splitting up a lot this trip, it just happened, ok? So lay OFF!
All of a sudden, time had become very valuable, in that we had so little of it.
We had told Whatsher,,,, Monica, that we would meet them at dope drop at AK, she said she would TRY to get her troop there on time. I pictured having to wait about 15 minutes or so, you know how women are, but I certainly had to make sure that WE were there on time.
Smidgy then ran the wheelchair back to where it belonged, then came back up and called for bell services. Which is where the wheelchair is now resting. I started to ask why she didn't just say then that she wanted somebody to come and get,,,,
"Don't ask" she said, it's easier this way, as she picked up the phone.
Yes, that wheelchair sat in our room all week to give me something to trip over. I even felt like I should sit in it on the way back to bell services with her pushing, you know, just like old times, but that would have meant walking back.
I quick went back out to see if there's a final picture to be taken. Yeah, I'm weird that way, don't wanna let go.
Yeah, that last day is when all the death row inmates that pleaded guilty and want to die get a change of heart.
"Huh?"
" I said WHAT?"
"Can we talk about this?"
Now, look how pretty the pool is this morning. Imagine you are just checking in, what a great sight, no? Look.
I then had an idear and ran back to the room.
"Bellhope guy says about 5 more minutes?" I asked Diane.
" Ok, while you are waiting , I'm going to get the charges print out from the "Main Desk" and I'll meet you by the car."
And no, I'm not sure if Belle Hope is married to Bob.
(Hey, I always have to miss out on breaking down my own
chapters, sometimes I want to play.)
I made it to the check in lobby when the stupidity hit me, for one thing, I don't really KNOW where the car is, since I haven't been the one using it!
Geesh!
I got the printout and started running
back to see if I can catch
Diane with the bellhop.
Hmm, that didn't come out quite right, did it?
This isn't exactly Bob and Carol, Bellhop and Smidgy, is it? And nobody remembers that one at all , do they?
If not, don't worry, it stunk.
(Bob and Carol, Ted and Alice, bad early seventies movie)
How about:
(Diane, with the Bellhop, in the Conservatory)
Yeah, I like that one better.
They were just getting out of the elevator, whew!
She didn't know for certain where the car was either,
but she said Todd told her he put it back pretty much
where it was.
Well, for all I've been using it, "where it was" pretty much means Carpentersville Illinois.
Luckily it wasn't too hard to find. Nothing looks dumber than walking up and down parking lot aisles pressing the alarm button on your fob to activate your car, which really is like getting your vehicle to yell out;
"Yoo hoo, over here you moron!"
I have also discovered a strange phenomenom when you have to do just that.
You've heard of the "Doppler Effect"? The way sound will suddenly get louder and fade at what seems like the wrong times for like a passing train?
Well, an activated alarm in a parking lot has no source;
YOU CAN"T TELL WHERE IT"S COMING FROM!
Left, behind you, in front of you, to the right, for some reason it 's really hard to pinpoint the source, thereby making everybody else look at you and wait for you to turn it off.
Then, if you do turn it off, now you have to be facing in the right direction when you turn it back on again, looking now INCREDIBLY stupid! Especially when you have to start spinnning around to get it to turn on again to find the damn car!
I call this the Dimwit Effect.
I remember once Smidgy and I used this trick once at Baly Lake Towers, and after the alarm went off, we both just stood there and said at the same time,, "Ok, I hear it, it's coming from over here", and she took off to the right and I took off to the left.
It was behind us!
There's nothing worse than having your car not respect you
in the morning.
Well, we found it, we loaded it, we looked around one last time,
and we left.Usually, my last image of Pop Century is of the huge bowling pin staircases.
We are on our way to finally meet Monica after 6 years,
and I'm not too proud to admit I'm a tad nervous.
We hit Animal Kingdome about 5 to nine, just as those in front of us were being let in.
Just past the finger scan in the Oasis, Monica magically materialized in front of us, and came and greeted us.
Yeah, they had actually beaten us there.
I was just thrilled to finally meet her and Tim and her family, we have known each other for 6 years now, and this is the first time we met.
She not only sent us baby clothes for our new Granddaughter, but when she found out Diane needed the second Twilight book, she mailed that one over as well.
Although her late fee dues were a killer, she did set up an easy payment plan, the thought was there, never the less.
We gave each other hugs and kisses, back pats, and then Tim said you better not leave Monica out, so I went and gave her a hug too. Well, yeah, I get shy in situations like this, but it was truly great to meet her.
I have long been a fan of Tim's, he's had a tough time that started 4 or so years ago, beating cancer. Hopefully that segment of his life is done for good!
He also accomplished something even greater a few years ago, that I am still in awe of;
He put together and outside playground set, "Do it yourself" not only, on his own,,,,,
but he did it with Monica working with him!
Now THAT"S amazing. They say nothing will expedite a divorce quicker than a couple hanging either drapes, or wallpaper together.
But an outdoor Jungle Jim thingy? The potential mayhem possibilities are endless. I wish I could have been there to report on it!
Right now, Mony is going, "How does he know about that?"
Ah, the Shadow knows.
I mean the Nebo knows.
So far today is back on track and I'm going to keep it that way, this will be fun. After all the intros were done, Mony's mom, Matt and Zach and Maddie and Malorie
? We also got to
meet Lynda again who we met briefly at the Poly Beach meet back in '07 when I posted pictures of her and hubby Josh. They lived at the time in southern Illinois, and now have moved to central Florida.
In other words, they DID what I wanted to do.
She has a new baby now as well, and there was another friend there from the DIs i think, but darned if I can remember her name. Nonny? I had not heard of her before, but she seemed nice also. What I remember the most about her,,,Oh,, Mickey's House? that her name?
Anyway,, I do remember that she liked to talk.
And she kept us entertained while we waited for the beginning of the Nemo show to start.
We had a pretty big troop as we headed over to the Safari ride, which would get bigger when Lynda and Nonny would join up with us after the ride.
Yep, as I said, all was going well,
and this morning before the 1300 mile drive I'm wishing I had a guide dog as well with me, just to make SURE things KEEP going well this morning.
Once we had decided to head to the Safari ride, my good friend Monica is already asking whether people are making book that Nebo falls out either in the hippo pool- 3-1, the croc pool- 6-1, or out in the Savannah, 5-2, .
Apparently she did'nt get my August 11 Resolution memo.
I didn't know that Disney had it's own Parlay cards.
I turned to Tim, and said "can you believe this?" "This is nuts, hoping I'll fall out into the Crocodile pond".
"No kidding, he looked at me and smiled, " Don't worry, if that happens I'll be right there after you" . "No, I won't let
you get eaten by the crocs."
Whew, I felt, that's good.
"No, not when I've got a twenty on you going overboard
in the Savannah!"
I had a good time talking to "the boys" on the way there, and all three of them were wearing Tigers shirts, I guess to get my goat, which almost made me gloat, instead, since my Sox were a couple games up on them at the time.
I also got a kick when the youngest one came and asked me, "Is your head doing better Mr. Nebo?" That would be Maddie, right?
Oh pictures, yeah, I got a couple. I hate the way I look but
its' all I've got and I can't be self selfish.
We never sit way in the back for Nemo like we did today to accomodate Mony's Mom, but i have to admit you can see a heck of a lot more going on at one time back there, where it's all in front of you.
I still prefer up close to see the performers faces, but this was a nice change.
Like I said, that Nonny or whatever liked to talk, so with all of us there was a lot of talking going on, and the poor cuple sitting down from us finally gave up a really loud,
"Geesh, Sigh, Shrug, and disgustedly said we can have these seats too, as they got up and moved way down from us. Which was stupid cuz we didn't need anymore seats, they were just making a point.
That only resulted in us all laughing at them, it's not like we would be talking during the performance.
When the show was over, it was now time for us to take
Crush's Advice and go with the flow as well, we had to take off for other states.
What can I say? Those three hours there that morning were the highlight of the trip for me, Monica and her family made it special.
Just before we turned to leave, little Maddie said,
" I hope you don't hit your head anymore Mr. Nebo."
It was so cute, I wanted to buy her on the spot, but we turned and headed back to the exit.
You know what one of my last impressions were of Animal Kingdom that day was?
It was having to leave my special love that day, prematurely, for sure, but with the long drive ahead, it had to be done. I'm sure she understands though;
Good bye, Flame Tree BarBQue!