Thanksgiving with Mickey - Pt. 1

We went to Disney for Thanksgiving.

WHAT WERE WE THINKING????!!!!!!

Now, I know I am going to make a few enemies
with this next comment, but here goes.....

I NEVER HAVE TO GO TO DISNEY WORLD AGAIN.

EVER.

It all started out fine and dandy.
We left cold NY early Saturday morning
and arrived in sunny Orlando before noon.
There was a bus to take us to our resort -
everything was going smoothly.
Once in our room, I noticed I had my
gloves (remember, we just left cold NY)
in my bag.
Me: Paul, can I have my coat, please?
P: I don't have your coat.
Me: What?
P: I don't have your coat.
Me: Well, where is it?

IT'S ON THE BUS.

So I called the bus company thinking, "Oh, this is Disney.
They've probably already found my coat and happy little magical
mice are running around singing songs just waiting to return it to
the princess who lost it."
WRONG.
No coat found.
Uh oh.
And guess what - Orlando is not all that warm at night.
I found that out as I waited for a bus to take us from
a restaurant back to our hotel.
My teeth were chattering uncontrollably.
It was about 45 degrees that night.
I needed a coat.
So then next day, I broke down
and purchased a........
WINNIE THE POOH FLEECE JACKET.
-FOR $65.
Hang on a minute - I have to stop gagging.
.................................................................
Ok, ok.
I'm ok.
I don't know what makes me sicker - the price tag or
the fact that I was going to wear a
WINNIE THE POOH COAT.
I AM NOT a Disney wearin' kind of girl.
No way.
This coat was the best I could do.
Yeah it had a character frolicking around on it
but if you were standing about 50 feet away and
really squinted your eyes, and it
was dark, you might not see it.
I would take a picture of it for you but I'm
sure my camera would turn around and
slap me silly if I tried.

Black Friday

Happy Day after Thanksgiving.

We were away for the holiday.
It was hard to go away right
after my mother's diagnosis, but
everyone agreed it would be okay,
and it was. Well, all except for the
trip itself - more on that in the
next post.

We received mom's diagnosis on Friday
afternoon and set off on our trip
early Saturday morning.

Diagnosis - level 4 primary tumor
What does that mean?
Well, any tumor is bad.
There are 4 levels - 1=low, 4=high
Primary=first
Secondary=second

So, there you go.

Need Strength

Having a rough time of it today.
Edgy.
Jumpy.
Moody.
Not all that much fun to be around.
My neck aches.
It's getting to me.

Be strong.

Strength.

You Are Good People

You are good people.
I've received so many encouraging
comments and e-mails - many from
people I don't even know. Thank
you for taking the time so send
prayers and good thoughts. It's
greatly appreciated.

I'm not going to say too much
more about it right now.
I'm going to try to focus on
other things - at least on the blog.

Thank you again for your support.

Please send prayers.

Mother
brain tumor
cancer
Please pray.
Thank you.

Very Serious

I have a family emergency.
Please send prayers, good thoughts,
whatever you've got.
Thank you,
Kerry

Uhhhh.................

So I'm subbing in Pre-K.
4 year olds.
OMG are they cute!!!!
They're learning the letter D.
The teacher left a book for me to read,
Danny and the Dinosaur,
perhaps you read it as a child:




So we're reading about Danny's trip to the museum.
Things are going great. Danny is having a great day.
Then we get to this page.....

"DANNY SAW INDIANS."

"Mrs. M.? WHAT'S AN INDIAN?"

"R" is a little girl who just happens to be dressed in
an authentic Indian outfit because our school was having a
Diwali celebration that day. Diwali is the Hindu celebration of light.

So back to:
"Mrs. M? WHAT IS AN INDIAN?"

"R" pipes up - "I'm an Indian!"

Me - um......."Yes, "R" is Indian".
Now they're all looking at me like....., wait a minute,
"R" isn't wearing animal skins and she doesn't have feathers in her hair.

Me - "THESE Indians are the people who were the first
people to live in America. We call them Native Americans.

Blank Stares

Ok, no questions.
They accept my answer.
That was easy.
Let's move on.

Danny saw bears.

Danny saw Eskimos.

"Mrs. M? WHAT'S AN ESKIMO?"

Me: "OK, who knows what indigenous means?"

I HATE Danny.

Well, I was scared..........

So Dylan and I watched a movie yesterday.



Now this film scared the bejesus out of me when I was younger.
It was made in 1982 so I couldn't have been more
than 16 (yeah, do the math) when it came out.
I suggested we watch it early in the day in case he was
freaked out by it and wouldn't be able to sleep.
Well, was I wrong.
Not only was he NOT freaked out, he was laughing.
There would be some special effects and he'd turn and
look at me with raised eyebrows like, "are you kidding me?".

The part where the mom is running down the hallway at the end
still gets me, you know, when the hallway gets longer.
OK, Dylan thought that was cool, but when she opened the
kids bedroom and was lifted of her feet by the posessed
closet door - he lost it. He was hysterical - laughing, that is.

Oh well.