Why do old people say things like this? I was in Trader Joes to get a bag of this really yummy brown rice mix but I couldn’t get to it because this “senior couple” browsing the aisle was blocking it. While I waited not exactly patiently for them to move I overheard the old man say, “Look at this, Indian spice mix.” Then he picks it up and starts looking at it and then, as if he’s really surprised says, “Oh, it’s from India, it’s not American Indian.”
When was the last time you found American Indian cooking spices in your grocer’s aisles, I ask ya?
Okay, I should have more compassion but if I start asking dumb questions like that, well, at least put me on some powerful vitamins or something.
My family made it home from Orlando safe and sound, though somewhat wired from the whole experience. Yes, they are hooked – theme park junkies now. They loved every minute of it. And they got the royal treatment, too. First, Veronica got them in to Universal for free. Zach and Olivia went in as the Smalley siblings and Jay went in as, well, Veronica. He used her pass with a photo of her in her halter top. Yeah, I can see the resemblance, riiiiiight. So, not only did my children learn some basic scamming skills, it seems they were constantly singled out for one special thing or another. Free express passes, getting to be IN the family parade, working with the street performers, getting to skip 70 minute lines and ride the same roller coasters numerous times.
Zach’s version of the family parade training is hysterical. They were each given a hula hoop with ribbons hanging from it. They were told by the family parade instructor (I think that’s his professional title) to hold the hula hoop just so with the ribbons hanging down, and on cue they were to raise it left, raise it right, right it in the middle. Rah, rah, rah. Well, he comes over to Zach and says, “Excuse me, what’s going on here? Those ribbons are on the left and they should be hanging DOWN.” He whipped Zach into shape in no time. Well, he didn’t really whip him if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m told Zach gave quite a performance in the parade, though — smiling and waving and shaking his hula hoop with reckless abandon, within the choreographed parameters of course. He is expecting to find video footage of it on YouTube soon.
Olivia finally, FINALLY, after much coercing and begging and ride operators promising her all kinds of things, rode the roller coasters and loved them all. That didn’t stop her from each and every time saying, “Does this go fast because I don’t like to go fast? Does this drop because I don’t like to drop? Does this roll because I don’t like to roll? Does this get you wet because I don’t like to get wet. Does this move because I don’t like to move?” Then she would ride the particular ride, love it, and go back for more. But with each new ride, it was the same scenario. Zach wants to add up the wasted time used convincing Olivia that she would like the ride.
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Crap. I think my plan is backfiring. I was hoping to send my husband and children off to Orlando—theme park hell—where they’d get hot and tired and frustrated with the long lines and millions of grouchy people so they would come home immensely appreciative of the wonderful vacations we’ve taken them on in their short lives and would never ask to go to YOU KNOW WHERE again. Instead, Olivia called last night and talked non-stop for about 20 minutes telling me every detail of every ride she went on. I couldn't get a word in edgewise. She even told me about the tour guides, for cryin’ out loud. “The guide was REALLY good. He had me so scared. You should be here,” she said. So Jay says I need to put something on here to stir things up a bit, create some heated discussion. He says he's going to "feed my blog" with controversial comments. I say, hey, don't tell me what to blog. Leave my blog alone. You get your own blog. I say that purely from love. Does anyone have those bars mounted on the walls beside the toilet that let you ease yourself down gently? I might need those. My first blog entry, EVER |
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