Thursday, November 11, 2010

Oh, Mickey!




I'm trying to come up with all sorts of excuses for what happened today at Disney's Epcot, but I really don't have a good reason for being....well, just plain stupid.

I purchased a leather bracelet for my 11-year old daughter, and wanted to have it engraved with her name. This will be one of many "kiss and suck-up" presents I get for her, as I attempt to get back in her good graces for not bringing her with me on this trip.

Anywho, the Disney Castmember asked what name I wanted engraved...and indicated a piece of paper to write it down, so she'd have the correct spelling.

I carefully wrote down, "Mickey" - because that's the nickname that my daughter has chosen for herself, even tho it grates on my nerves every time I hear it. But - as parents, we learn to pick our battles, and her choice of a nickname is not something to get my panties in a wad over. So, "Mickey" it is.

The girl quickly engraves the bracelet, and hands it back for me to check, and I gasp.

"Oh, no!" I said, in despair. "It's spelled wrong!"

The girl said, "Well, how does she spell it?"

I said, "Well, YOU know...just like the Mouse...as in 'Mickey Mouse'".

The girl looked at me confused, indicated the bracelet, and said, "I don't understand...that's how I spelled it. Just like the Mouse."

I looked down, and the bracelet read, "Mickey".

As in M..I...C...K...E...Y.

It was spelled perfectly.

Duh.

WHAT was I THINKING??!! Do I NOT know how to spell Mickey Mouse??!!

I blame it on the sun...exhaustion...or even "Oldtimers Disease" - but certainly it didn't have a thing to do with my blonde hair.

Peace.

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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A Glutton for Punishment




Not only am I now the most selfish mother in the world - because I didn't bring my kids to Disney World - it appears that I also can claim gluttony as one of my vices.

I arrived in Ft. Myers rather late last night - which we can all thank the snow in Denver for, which caused all sorts of flight delays - and before collapsing in an exhausted heap in bed, I carefully and methodically went through the house and changed all of the clocks back an hour, which we can all thank Daylight Savings Time for.

I also set an alarm for bright and early 6:30 a.m. It was my goal to be on the road by 7:00 a.m. and into Orlando by 10:00.

So much for the best-laid plans....

And I seriously don't know what it is about me and clocks, but I seem to have a major learning disability when it comes to knowing the difference between A.M. on a digital clock and P.M. Because, much to my horror, I woke up this morning - not to an alarm - but just because I had enough sleep - and when I saw the clock, it was way past 7:00 a.m. In my ongoing struggle with clocks, I had set the clock incorrectly - mixing up the A.M. and the P.M.

Now I know why the military uses a 24-hour clock. Geesh.

So, a late start - but I still made good time and hit the road, setting my GPS in my car for Orlando.

My GPS - aka "Betsy" - and I have a love/hate relationship. Betsy has gotten me into some trouble over the years, and so now, I frankly don't trust her. My family and friends will say it was "Operator Error" that got me into trouble, but truly believing that I'm "practically perfect in every way, " I know that can't be the case.

It has to be Betsy's fault. She's evil.

She took me along Highway 17 for most of the trip, and that IS a trip, if you've never done that particular route. At some points along the way, I was the ONLY car for miles and miles...It was a little freaky, feeling like I was driving in the Black Hole of Florida - where the only other living things around were herons and egrets, and they weren't talking.

I eventually arrived at the Yacht Club in Orlando - right next to Epcot, which is my favorite Disney park in the World. So, Betsy earned a bit of the trust back today - although that was one strange route. I checked in about 11:15, and to my delight, my room was ready. Yay!



I quickly took a peek at my room, unpacked, and then took a short 5-minute stroll, and I was in Epcot.

And here's where the gluttony comes in.

It's the last week of Epcot's annual Food & Wine Festival...where dozens of countries set up booths for sampling various appetizers, desserts and drinks.

Now, I can't drink the wine - because we all know it does funny things to me - so I more than made up for that by indulging in the food. And did I ever. Indulge.

First, straight to Canada, our neighbors to the north, eh?, where I sampled the Canadian Cheddar Cheese Soup. This soup is consistently voted #1 in popularity by festival attendees, and it's easy to see why. It was delicious - my only complaint was that the sample was so small!



On to New Zealand, a little island country in the Southwest Pacific, where I sampled the Seared Sea Scallop with Vegetable Slaw and Lemon Oil. I loved the scallop - but the vegetable slaw was a little strong....



I then marched over to Greece, where I nibbled on the flaky and delicious Spanakopita. This is a spinach pie with some cheese thrown in for good measure, and it was fantastic. Oompa! I have actually been to the "real" Greece, and I find their food always tasty.



I now needed something sweet, to chase all of this salty stuff down - so I strolled over to Ireland, the home of Lucky Charms and the Blarney Stone, where I died and went to Warm Chocolate Lava Cake with Baileys Irish Cream Ganache heaven. HEAVEN!



Starting (starting?? Really?) to feel a bit full, I needed something liquid...to wash it all down...so, off to France I went, in search of the Parisien Cosmo Slush. Think cherry slurpee from 7-11...refreshing, but not a favorite of mine. But it was pretty. And I got to practice the only French I know, when I said, "Merci!" to my server. Always fun.



It was time to take a break for awhile from the food, so I walked through the park, rode some rides, people watched, and then started Round 2.

Which began in Italy...one of my most favorite countries in all the world, and I would go back to the "real" Italy in a heartbeat. Two things caught my eye here: Baked Cheese Ravioli with Creamy Bolognese Sauce Melted Mozzarella, followed by Cannolo Al Cioccolato. Prego!




Yum. But - not as yummy as that chocolate lava cake from Ireland. I'm going to be dreaming of that tonight.

Drink time...so, back to France, as they really do have some amazing drinks there...this time, though, I got the Grand Marnier Grey Goose slushie...which should be renamed the Orange Creamsicle Dreamsicle. Delish.



It was now going on 6:00 p.m. And my stomach had seriously taken a beating. So had my feet. They were hurting, probably due to the 24,906 miles I had walked (which, in case you were interested, is how many miles it takes to walk around the world - which I DID today. Walked around the world.)

My arches in my feet were screaming, "Help! I've fallen, and I can't get up!"

Speaking of fallen arches...Rick Springfield was performing a free concert tonight at Epcot. I was always "meh" about Rick back in the day - but I stopped by to see how he had held up.

Not very well. But, he was friendly with the crowd, and they loved him...regardless of how he sounded.


See that white speck in the photo? That's his back.

But hey...drink enough wine or Orange thingies from France, and EVERYONE sounds good!


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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

I'm Going to Disney World!




"Drama Queen, you just threw a shut-out in the 7th game of the World Series! What are you going to do now?!"

Drama Queen replies, "I'm going to DISNEY WORLD!!!"

Okay...I realize that the first sentence above is something I will never hear in my lifetime. Perhaps in my dreams.

But...I AM going to Disney World. By myself. Solo. Party of one, please. At this time tomorrow, I hope to be at the rope drop of Epcot.

This was rather impromptu, which, if you knew me at all, you'd know that "impromptu" and "Drama Queen" don't normally end up in the same sentence. Normally, a trip to Disney World takes me 12-18 months to plan, to twink, to savor, to anticipate, to tweak, to perfect down to the minute. A YEAR, I'm tellin' ya!

I knew I had to get back to Florida this week...it was time to get down and check on the house in Ft. Myers, and so I had arranged for the least expensive flight, which just happens to be Tuesday through Tuesday. My flight leaves this afternoon.

One week in Ft. Myers. Whatever would I do with myself?

Realizing that Orlando is just a short 3-hour drive away, a germ of an idea began to take root in my mind. This was about 2 weeks ago when my brain got to thinking, which is always a scary thing.

This just happens to be the last week of Epcot's annual Food & Wine festival.

I like Epcot. I like food even better. I also like wine, but it doesn't like me, so I'll have to pass on the wine...but I can double my food intake and make up for it, right? Or substitute "chocolate" for "wine" and I'm one happy girl.

This just happens to be the first week that Disney's Christmas decorations go up in the parks.

I like Christmas decorations. I like Disney parks even better.

My mind was already racing, putting together a plan...could I? Should I? By myself?

And then...my fate was sealed.

A magical pin code arrived in my email from Disney - as if the fine people at Disney had read my mind. If you aren't familiar with pin codes, they are the most wonderful things, really...they're just a combination of letters and numbers that are unique to YOU and only certain people get them and when repeated back to a travel agent at Disney, they save you lots and lots of dollars off of a Disney package.

It was my very first pin code.

And when I called Disney to book the room, I couldn't believe the price I was quoted. I'm getting a deluxe hotel room, 5 days of tickets, and free dining - for an unbelievable price. And the magical pixie dust of Disney. In November. By myself.

Complete freedom.

Hubs added his blessing to the trip, and so I'm off. Flying to Ft. Myers today...quick check of the house...then driving up to Orlando tomorrow and staying there until Sunday. Driving back to Ft. Myers for a day or two, and flying back home next Tuesday.

In and out.

I will never throw a shut-out in the World Series, but that little anomaly doesn't stop me from enjoying the magic of Disney. All being planned within two weeks. Unbelievable.

Peace.

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Monday, November 8, 2010

Coming Off a Halloween Sugar High




It's been over a week now, and I am going into some serious withdrawal.

Body shakes, severe cravings, mood swings - it's gettin' pretty bad around here.

Yeah, the Halloween candy is just about gone - all that's left is the really crappy stuff - like plastic spider rings (seriously, WHO buys plastic spider rings and passes that off as Halloween treats?), pencil erasers (again, really? Erasers??!) and the unidentifiable candy that looks suspiciously like it was packaged in China, smuggled through a radioactive plant in Chernobyl, and is now slowly disintegrating in the bottom of the basket.

No one's touching it. Even our dog sniffs it and then runs away in horror.

We actually had some pretty tasty treats this year - Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Snickers and KitKats were in abundance.

However, between my 11-year old daughter, who never met a chocolate she didn't like, and myself - those little goodies were quickly snarfed up in record time, leaving us with spiders, erasers and pixie straws.

Pixie straws? Gah.

Sigh.

Our next holiday isn't until Thanksgiving....and that's my next beef.

What were the Pilgrims thinking when they came up with the Thanksgiving menu? Instead of roast turkey and cranberries and pumpkin pie (bleh), why aren't we loading our Harvest tables with chocolate?

And if Milky Ways and Junior Mints and Hershey's aren't enough to celebrate, throw in some Ding Dong's and Moon Pies and truffles, and my Thanksgiving table would TRULY be a thanksgiving table.

Because it's going to be a long time until Christmas and Santa and chocolate in my stocking hung over the fireplace with glee.

And it could get really ugly around here before then.

Peace.

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Sunday, November 7, 2010

A Rose By Any Other Name




Today's question is, "What's in a name?"

The other day, I was trying to assist a young man with a project. It was our first meeting, and so introductions were in order.

He introduces himself as Steve, and I reply: "Hi, Steve...I'm Sherri...nice to meet you."

A few minutes later, into the project, Steve says, "Hey, Cheryl? Can you give me a hand here?"

I replied, "Sure, Steve...but the name is Sherri."

He apologizes with, "Oh, sorry about that, Sherri. Thanks."

A little later, I hear, "Uh, Sharon? Can you help with this?"

"Of course, Steve - but the name is Sherri. Not Sharon."

He answers, "Oh, that's right! Sorry, Sherri."

Five minutes later, I hear, "Uhh....Shirley?"

Trying to give him a little help, I said, "It's 'Sherri', Steve...just like the wine."

"Oh! Okay...got it! 'Sherri like the wine'! That'll be easy to remember!" He went back to his work.

Ten minutes later...he pops his head up and says, "Ummmm....Brandy? Can you...."

I give up.

Peace.

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