Team Clueless Atchechapies

Posting this picture by request.

On the left is the winner of the Best Clipboard contest from MouseAdventure.  OK, so we made up our own award, but it really WAS the best one there.  I fashioned it out of a black clipboard and foam letters with adhesive backing.  I didn't have enough letters for all of them, so I had to do some fancy stuff to make the letters C, L and U.  The circle with a line was designed and cut from a sheet of the same type of "Fun Foam" from Creatology.

On the right is the mascot of Team Clueless, AKA Gloomy Bear.  He was not loved much by the other contestants, which led us to believe that we probably don't need to hang out with them since they don't appreciate our twisted sense of humor.  We did like the team with the winning mascot, though, because Gloomy handed them an assist for their win of the Mascot category.  Gooooo, Gloomy!

Toward the top center is the button that we ordered, attached to the Team Leader and Team Participant lanyards.

I really should do a complete write-up of our MA experience one of these days, huh?

Family Portrait

This post is a long overdue one.  Sorry for the delay.

My family hasn't had a professional family portrait in over 10 years, long before Bro met V, much longer before Brady came into the world.  So I had the idea to have new portraits done for my parents' house.  The timing became more urgent because Bro and family were about to move to Arizona, and I was worried about the treatments that my mom had to endure. 

I searched the internet and found a photographer local to Bro, and really liked the naturalness of the pictures in her portfolio.  I also liked the package deal that was offered.  It turned out that the only available time for the whole family and photographer Sharon would be after Mom's first round of treatment, but she was still willing to take them.  My mom is quite the trooper.  She even had another appointment after our photo session, and Sharon was flexible with our last-minute change in time due to the medical appointment.

I wanted our pictures to be outdoors, and there was little park a couple of blocks away from Bro's house, so I told Sharon about it, and she checked it out a couple of weeks before our photo session.  I only had one request about my family's attire: there was to be no combination of blue and orange or I would be unhappy.  (It's a Bro vs. Ate thing).  I really don't know if they were planning on that combo in the first place, knowing my feelings about it, but I didn't want to get everyone (meaning me) in a tiff right before we were going to have to smile for the camera.

We met Sharon in the park, and she had us pose in different places, different combinations of people, whatever we wanted.  Brady needed some warming up, but he was fine eventually.  We were amused by Sharon's successful attempts to make Brady laugh by pretending to sneeze.  We did have to bribe him with pennies to keep him smiling, though.  By the time we got to the playground pictures, he was having such a ball that he forgot all about the fact that there was a photgrapher there.  

Since Sharon's daytime job is as a lawyer, she had a standard contract, which included an agreement as to whether or not she had the permission to use our pictures in her online portfolio.  Part of the package was that she would furnish a CD with all of the pictures taken, and sign over the copyright to us.  That's a nice bonus that other photographers, at least prior to the digital era, never did, and I appreciated the fact that she encouraged us to have other prints outside the package ones done at Costco or other websites.  

I was quite pleased with the photo session.  Sharon was very friendly, and the contract was professional.  The photos developed beautifully, and they were done on Kodak Professional Endura paper, which made them really shine.  Sharon had a last-minute 7-day escrow to deal with at the time of her developing, so she threw in some extra 5x7's for me to apologize for the delay, which was a really nice customer service touch.

I highly recommend her to anyone that needs photos done, whether they be family portraits or weddings. I mean, LOOK at how pretty we all turned out!

VIPER

I just wanted to share one of my top reasons for loving the Vanguard.

From a rehearsal for their 2008 show.

Careful, it's loud, what with all of the crashing of plates.

DLR LotD 11/30/08

Disneyland Resort Line of the Day

Sunday, November 30, 2008

"Epic fail on churros." -- Glenn, to Cindy, via text

Then there's the one that I didn't witness, which had something to do with Mickey being shiny and hard.

Rachel and Repo

I saw "Rachel Getting Married" about a month ago, so I guess it's time I made my comments on it in time for the DVD to be released, whenever that's going to be.

• Anne Hathaway is as terrific in this role as all the hype you've heard.  The role of her recovering addict is totally different from all of her rom-com/princess-y roles.
• I think that the incessant playing of the bohemian musicians would have made me crazy if I was staying at the house, too.  I mean, shut up, already, and let me play some rock and roll.
• I really didn't understand the whole wedding theme.  Was it supposed to be an East Indian wedding?  Why the saris?  Did they just really like the Indian culture?  None of them seemed to be Indian, so I was confused.
• There were a lot of uncomfortable moments, which is understandable given the subject matter.  
  
• All of the actors did a good job, although none of them could get me out of the whole bohemian music/wedding theme craziness.  
  

Shortly after seeing that movie, I saw "Repo: The Genetic Rock Opera" with several friends who enjoy demented stuff.  When Cindy said that Anthony Stewart Head was starring in the movie, I hurriedly advised that I wanted to see the movie, because I loved him as Giles in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and knew that he could sing.  Although I dislike opera, I figured that a rock opera could be interesting, and really, did I care?  It was Tony!

• OK, that was violent.
• That dude had his spine ripped out because he didn't make his payments on his transplant.  Just ew.
• Liked GraveRobber's voice.
• That was Sarah Brightman?!  I never thought that she was cool until seeing this movie.  Yes, I liked her in Phantom, but I'm not much a fan of her voice.  I enjoyed it in this movie, though.
• I also liked Shilo's voice.  I especially liked her room, because in her daydream, her plush hippo sings.  Yes, a hippo.  How perfect was that?!
• Am I demented because I liked seeing Paris Hilton's face fall off?  Not the gross part of it, but the symbolism of it.  The gross part was just gross.
• Why did that guy have to screw new faces on to himself?  And why were they so badly placed onto him?  Blech.
• I didn't know that Paul Sorvino could sing, much less sing so operatic.  What a beautiful high note he has!
• That Zydrate stuff sure is a pretty blue.
• I did like the comic-book style cinematography.  It helped me remind myself that their world wasn't real.  Because I didn't like that messed-up world.
  
• True to being an opera, tragedy occurs.  I can't believe I actually cried.  

OK, so 2 movies which did not make me feel all shiny-happy inside.  The next one will be happier, I promise.

NKOTB 10/19/08

This trip report has been much delayed due to circumstances that can be found in prior blog posts.  We now return to our original programming.  I have tons of catching up to do.

New Kids on the Block

Sunday, October 19, 2008

American Airlines Center -- Dallas, TX

Several months ago, when the New Kids on the Block announced that they would be returning for a reunion tour, I went nuts with anticipation.  I hadn't seen them in almost 2 decades, and I was hanging out with my friend Mercedes back then.  We were as crazy as our younger counterpart fans, but more convinced that we would be wed to a New Kid someday, because we were more mature and yet still young enough for them to be attracted to us.  We sent fan mail.  We sent fan videos.  We sent fan care packages.  Did I tell you that they were my first quintet love?  Wow.  Jordan was my favorite, and Donnie was Merc's.  We spent a lot of money back then.  And now here I am in 2008, again feeling that craziness about my New Kids.  I've lost touch with Merc, but she's been in my thoughts pretty much every time I think of seeing NKOTB.

Angela had been a fan back then, too, but she wasn't as nutso as me, and we weren't hanging out with each other at the time.  When she heard that the New Kids would be back, though, she wanted to go with me.  So I decided to go to Dallas to watch them with her, since we knew that she'd have a new baby by then and wouldn't be able to come to So Cal.  

I flew to Dallas on a very early flight, so that I could have time to check into the hotel and get dressed.  Angela came to the hotel a couple of hours early, with baby and boyfriend Ryan in tow.  This was my first chance to meet both of the guys, and I'm happy to say that Ryan is every bit as nice as he was on our telephone chats.  He also seems to be a very loving dad, and treats Angela well, so I've got very positive feelings that my friend has found a wonderful man to be the father of her child.  Tyler is cute as cute can be.  He's got the chubby face going on, and he was very willing to let me carry him around the hotel room.  We set the guys up so that they could be comfortable in the room while we were at the concert.

Angela and I went to the AAC, and parked in the prepaid lot, which was right across the street from the arena.  We approached the souvenir stand and were overwhelmed by the amount of merchandise.  I ended up getting a tank top for which the proceeds go to Breast Cancer research, as Danny's mom died from the disease.  I also bought a pink hooded zip-up sweatshirt with a silhouette of the guys.  I didn't really feel like having a shirt with all of their faces on it as I like to be more subtle.  I also bought a hugigant button of Joe McIntyre to give to my Pella friend Wendy, so that she could vicariously go through her NKOTB obsession again.  Angela got a really cute onesie for Tyler, which had blue baby footprints on it with the words "Step By Step" on it.  She worried that Ryan would think it would be too girly, but I said that the footprints were blue, so he shouldn't have a problem with it.  (He didn't).

Our seats were facing the stage, about 10 rows up in the stands at the opposite side of the arena from the stage.  They were in the center of our section, which was nice.  I was overwhelmed by the amount of people that were there, because I haven't been to a concert in this big of a venue in quite awhile.

The opening act was some chick that called herself the "Jamaican Princess." She wore a really short tutu-like skirt that, while gyrating/squatting/dancing, enabled everyone to see her underwear, and when she turned around, I was subjected to looking at her butt on the big screen.  I didn't much care for her singing or dancing.  Or wardrobe, for that matter.

The second act was Natasha Bedingfield, whom I've loved ever since I saw her on the Ellen Degeneres show.  She's got quite the voice, which is even better experienced in a live setting.  After one of the songs that didn't get much response, she said, "Oh, I guess you didn't like that one much, so how about a little of this:" and she sang a little bit of her first hit single "Unwritten" a cappella.  The gal next to me sang along with much of the music, which didn't bother me in this setting, especially because she had a good voice herself.  I loved hearing "Unwritten" (the full song) live.  That was my theme song last year, and had every bit of Girl Power attitude that I needed to hear whenever I was down or happy or girly or whatever mood I had at the moment.  Natasha plain sang her butt off.  Great, great job.  I need her new CD.  She said she'd be in Section 109 if people wanted her to sign her CD later.  Cool!  We didn't go down there, though.  

The energy in the stadium was amazing.  After all, we had all waited a long time to see our guys again.  It wasn't just me that had been waiting (or thinking I'd never see them together again).  We were all there, about to witness what we had been waiting for since NKOTB made their announcement on the Today Show.  They had a text contest for people to enter to win seats in the first row for a few songs.  We couldn't read the numbers from all the way in the back, which is kinda stupid if these are the people who should actually win such a prize.  Oh well.

The lights went out and the crowd went apeshit.  LCD screens from digital cameras glowed and lit up the arena.  Then Joey Mac started to sing the first notes of  "Single," and the crowd went wild.  I could not stop screaming.  I was so incredulous that tears started to well up in my eyes.  The boys were back, and I couldn't believe it.  Oh, and when I heard/saw Jordan, I screamed even louder.  They all looked great.  All of them have kids of their own now, 4 of them still married, with leader Donnie acting just like Donnie always had.  They were all in their own styles of black clothing, with Donnie wearing a baseball cap with the Boston "B", as we all remembered him.  Oh, and now they also have 5 female dancers on stage, too.  I wasn't much interested in them, but they did add to certain aspects of the show.

I really liked the way that the last notes of "Single" morphed into the first notes of "My Favorite Girl."  The crowd went wild with this old school song, as they would throughout the evening.  Then they sang "The Right Stuff," and I "oh oh oh-oh"d like nobody's business.  The big board behind them and on the sides showed clips of their old videos when they were, like, 14.  What a trip back to the past.

For the second segment, they were all dressed in suits, with fedoras.  I knew at that instant that it must have something to do with Joe since he was the big Sinatra fan.  They sang "Didn't I Blow Your Mind", "Valentine Girl" and then, of course, I was right: "Please Don't Go Girl."  Joe may not sing as high as he used to, but he sounds great.  It was really cool to see him take off his jacket and hang it on his mic stand, which he did with his hat as well, so that he could get into his signature song.  

They then showed that the next song would be featuring Nicole Scherzinger from The Pussycat Dolls.  They showed video of her singing her part of "Grown Man" while the guys sang/rapped along.  It's interesting to see how sexy they're all allowed to be now that their fan base has matured.  They performed "No More Games," which included audience participation in the Oh-Ee-Ohs.  They showed clips of the different Boston teams, which irked me when they showed the Celtics.  Paul Pierce even did some special footage for them, which is cool of him, even though he plays for the Lakers' rivals.  The song also included a portion of Danny breakdancing.  As soon as I had seen Danny walk out in the black track jacket I had been eyeing, I decided to buy the jacket when they would get back to L.A.  I had already spent enough money just to get to Dallas, after all.  They ended the segment with "If You Go Away," wherein they honored some people that had passed away, including Heath Ledger, their former manager Dick Scott, and Danny's mother, Betty.  

The next segment opened on our side of the arena, with a piano on a little revolving stage, with the guys singing "2 in the Morning."  The fans in the seats beside the stage were close enough to touch the guys, and Donnie even took someone's camera to shoot some pictures before giving it back to them.  I was way envious of the people in those seats, yet still happy that the guys were closer for us to see them.  They stayed there and sang "Dirty Dancing," with one of the dancers doing sexy dancing on top of the piano.  I liked the grin on Jon's face as he watched her dance.  She was wearing the tank top that was the same as the one I bought, and Danny thanked everyone for buying it.

Before going  back to the regular stage, they sang "Tonight," which was a song that was written for the fans on the "Step By Step" CD, so we all sang it.  During this song, they walked back to the front, and then Jon held a videocamera and got shots of different audience members for some "face time."

They started the next segment with "Twisted" from the new CD.  After the singing portion, Joe had a pas-de-deux with one of the dancers, and it was really cool to watch him dance that way.  Shows that his training for musicals is still going strong.  Then came something that was my favorite part back in the heyday: Jordan singing "Baby, I Believe In You."  This is my favorite Jordan song, and one day when I meet him, I will sing it in harmony with him.  OK, back to reality, Sherry.  There he was on the highest point of the stage, wearing a white shirt.  Unbuttoned.  With wind blowing.  So, like, there's his naked chest in all its beautiful glory.  WOW.  Thank God for Big Screens, is all I can say to you.  Then he buttoned up, which made me a little sad, and sang "Give It To You," from his solo album.  How cool is that when they can share their solo stuff, too?  Love it.  Then Joe came back on stage and sang "Stay the Same" from his own solo CD.  He sang that song better than I'd ever heard it before, including on the CD.  Oh, Joe, how much you've grown!  Nice.  Then there was Donnie, looking for a "Cover Girl," playing on a guitar.  Yeah, actually playing it.  I don't remember that happening a long time ago, but he did a great job.  He did give us a little glimpse of his underwear, too.  Thanks!

The next segment opened with the screen showing the word "Forever" translated in different languages, and then the lights showed the guys all sitting on stools on the second level of the stage, dressed all in white, as they sang their first number one single, "I'll Be Loving You Forever."  I grinned as I pictured Merc playing an imaginary piano whenever they played the intro.  I wished that she was there with me.  But I was in Dallas, and she still lives in CA, I think.   When they all came down the stairs, I felt like Jordan was wearing thermal underwear due to the style of his clothing.  They sang "Click Click Click," which ends with a freeze frame of the guys all posing.  We were honored that Danny actually changed his pose for this show.  Joe did the commentary on each guy's pose.  He was really cute, and I think he actually won because he had his back to us, and bent over so that we could all see his smile upside-down, while also seeing that butt of his.  Thanks to you, too!  They then sang their first comeback hit, "Summertime."

They changed into silver outfits for "Step By Step," and they had the audience sing all of the individual steps.  I wished, though, that we could have heard the guys sing the steps, because I would have liked to hear Jon and Danny sing by themselves, if only for a few words.  

The audience then sang the "oh"s from the song that we hadn't heard yet.  Then the guys took the stage wearing Boston Celtics jerseys with their own names on them, as the Boston teams were again shown on the big screen, as they sang "Hangin' Tough."  zthey introduced their dancers, and their instrumentalists, who all happened to be from Texas.  So do they get a new band everywhere they go?

I was really hyper from the whole NKOTB experience, and couldn't believe that it had just happened.  Angela and I had a great time seeing each other, if only for that evening, since I had to take an emergency flight back home.  At least I still had the concert in L.A. to which I culd look forward.  

Getting on to the plane in Dallas, I saw that the girl in front of me in line was wearing the black track jacket.  I tapped her on the shoulder and said, "I was at that concert last night, too!"  She said that she had been to the San Diego show and thought about the jacket, then decided to get it when she got to Dallas to see them again with her best friend.  Ah, a kindred spirit.  She told me to go to Wal-Mart to get the special NKOTB magazine that was just released.  So in all of the errands that I needed to do when I got home, I included that one, and got my special edition magazine not at Wal-Mart (they didn't have them), but at the Arcadia Newsstand, which is the place where Merc and I used to go to stock up on Bop and Tiger Beat and all of those teen magazines that had NKOTB on the cover back in the old days. 

The Block is Back, baby!

DLR LotD 11/16/08

Disneyland Resort Line of the Day

Sunday, November 16, 2008

MouseAdventure Answer of the Day

"Kayak Storage"

Post-MA Line of the Day

"You didn't see it with the tongue the first two times." -- Glenn, in Downtown Disney

Thanks for all of the fun, everyone, and congrats to the MP team for another successful quest!

Team CLUELESS rules all, especially with our rockin' clipboards!!!

FYI: As Gloomy is the barometer of whom we can hang with, it has been determined that many people did not make the final cut.  Therefore, they have been mauled...

,,,and the vulture mascot is still picking at all of their carcasses.

Hooters Girl

November 10-11, 2008

Adventure Week Begins

So one day I realized that I would be one flight short of getting on Southwest's A-list by the end of this month, and decided to take an impromptu trip to Vegas.  I would have gone to a Pella or NKOTB show, but I didn't have the next day off, and they were not in convenient places for me to travel to in the span of 30 hours or so.  So Vegas it would be.

I really didn't have much of a plan in mind, really.  I just figured that it wouldn't matter what time I'd arrive, since the strip never closes, and I didn't even think I needed a room if I could just find a place to doze every couple of hours.

TravelZoo, however, sent out an e-mail about Vegas deals, so I looked them up and found out that Hooters Hotel and Casino was having a special during weekdays in November for $39.00/night plus discounts and $200.00 in free play.  I figured that was good enough for me to have a place to stay in case I actually felt like sleeping.  I had a few friends that considered going with me, but it didn't matter.  I was going.  The flight was booked, and now the hotel.  Unfortunately, nobody could go with me, but I decided that it could be a solo adventure for me.  I decided at the last minute to book a rental car on Priceline, and got my price of $20.00/day, so I was good to go.  Maybe I should have bid $10.00, just to try.

I went to the Burbank/Bob Hope In'tl Airport after work, and as I was sitting there waiting for the plane, I reached for the lotion in my plastic bag of toiletries, and proceeded to use it on my hands.  Then I turned over the bottle to see the llllabel, and right there, it said "conditioner."  Well, did you know that hair conditioner has much the same consistency as lotion?  Well, it does.  Anyway, after seeing Obama's picture on TIME magazine in a special commemorative issue, I decided to purchase it, and later boarded the plane.  Oh, they randomly picked someone's name from the not-A-list to get the A-list treatment for the day.  The first person never responded, so the honors went to this handsome hunky guy that I found myself trying not to stare at too obviously.  

We landed in Vegas at about 7:30 p.m., and I got my little Chevy Aveo economy-class rental car.  This was soooo NOT the PFCV, but I expected that, so no biggie.  I'm not used to having to actually use a manual crank to roll down the windows anymore, and found the manual side-view mirror adjustment to be stupid.  I mean, what are you supposed to do if you're alone, find some stranger to get in the car with you to help you adjust the mirror?  You can't adjust it from the passenger seat unless someone from the driver's seat is telling you if they can see what's necessary.  It's just asinine, if you ak me.  I should have bid $5.00, now that I think of it.

I drove over to Hooters, and found the back way into the parking structure, but got there safely, and wandered around a portion of the casino floor, trying to find a sign toward hotel registration.  I couldn't find it without an employee's help.  There never was a sign, except for the one actually AT registration.  I could have also just been overwhelmed by whatever sweet tropical smell that seemed to be piped in through the air vents.  It wasn't a nice banana smell like in Mandalay Bay, so I didn't really like it that much.  It was like being in the essence of a strawberry-pineapple daiquiri, which is fine if you're drinking it at the time, but not mixed in with cigarette smoke.  Anyway, I checked in, and went up to my room, which was located in the Bay View tower.  My room was on the 9th floor, and was very close to the elevator lobby, but it didn't bother me at all.  I was just happy to see a picture of a bat on one of the surfboards that it is hung up on the wall, presumably so you could see what floor you were on, but I had trouble finding the numbers on the boards whenever the elevator doors would open on other floors.  

I didn't really have much to unpack, so I didn't.  I decided to just familiarize myself with my surroundings a little bit.  There was a lot of orange decor in the room-- on both bedspreads, on the lampshades, and on the chair pads.  I had a little bar-height table with two barstools.  The cabinet only had one drawer, all the rest of it was shelves.  I guess drawers are expensive.  Even the night table didn't have a drawer.  They did have some stationery, though, so I used one of my envelopes for my trip receipts (I learned that tip from Southwest's "Spirit" magazine, and it's worked for keeping my business trips organized).  They don't have any Hooters notepads, just some plain notepad.  The hotel is an overmodel of whatever used to be there, which was evidenced by the old fixtures in the bathroom.  Bath amenities were provided by the Hooters line.

I went downstairs to the casino and joined the Owl Rewards club.  If you play enough, you get a stuffed Hooters owl, which is manufactured especially for the hotel by GUND.  If you play even more than enough, you get a bigger owl.  I received my $200.00 free play coupon, which, unfortunately, wasn't a part of the Owl Rewards club card per se, as it would be in one of the Native American casinos when you sign up for their club.  (OK, so it wouldn't be $200.00, but at least you could pace yourself).  Instead, the coupons were for a designated area of slots that were $5.00 minimum bet.  The attendant places 2 $100.00 bills into the machine (you can't keep it, but you can split it as one on a machine, then the other bill on another).  The trick is that you are you are required to play 2 credits at a time, which is $10.00 per bet.  So you only get 10 chances per bill to get however many points that gets you a win.  So I lost that in, like, 2 minutes.  No bonuses on these machines, people.  Just lameness.

I then played on real machines to get myself off that feeling of "ain't no way I'm winning a damn thing today."  So I lost $5.00 in those and decided that I'd better shop in case their stores would close.  I did a little bit of shopping and stupidly forgot that I had a 25% coupon that I could have used for my spree of a bottle of G2, Hooters socks, and a comb.  I did want some kind of souvenir, and told myself that if they had socks, I'd get them.  And there they were!  They're APPARENTLY high-tech socks or something, because there was a lot of information about them on the tag.  Weird.  Anyway, I went up to my room to put my stuff away, realized it was 9:00, and that I could sit around awhile and watch some TV.  So I watched for, like, 3 hours, with some napping in those last 2 hours.  

A little after midnight, I perked up and decided to go back downstairs to play again.  I was tempted to get the 25-cent hot wings that were provided at Dan Marino's restaurant from midnight to 6 a.m., thinking that my stomach would probably thank me later.  I had some luck with bonus rounds on the Mystical Mermaid, Lucky Leprechaun, Money Storm, Slotsky, and Alien machines, although not so much that I actually ended up on the winning side in the end.  I went to sleep at about 2:30 a.m.

In the more-for-regular-daytimers morning, I woke up, took my shower, spilled Hooters lotion on my bedsheets (I swear that the little container was not allowing me to control the lotion dispensation easily -- twice.  It was crazy, and I kept laughing to myself about my lotion troubles), then got dressed and went downstairs for the free breakfast buffet that was part of my hotel package.  This was in the aforementioned Dan Marino's restaurant.  Did Mr. Marino actually think up these recipes?  Because I hardly believe that he could support the soupy scrambled eggs that were made available.  The potatoes were good, though, probably because of the strips of red onion and the black pepper.  I think that's what they used.  They didn't really keep up with replenishing the supply very often, because I would have liked to have more fruit, but whatever.  It was free for me.  

I played a little bit more before going upstairs to get ready to go.  This time, my Enchanted Unicorn game actually helped me out a with a couple of bonus rounds, as did the Little Green Men.  Funny how most of the machines that I enjoy playing (because they don't rip me off so quickly) are copyrighted by IGT.  :)  The Goldfish hated me, the Monopoly guy was good for about a minute, and the Hitchcock machine made me feel like a victim in one of his movies.  All of those were games from other companies.  They must know something about me.   The casino floor itself really isn't that big, but it's a small hotel anyway.  I miss my cows, and I wish that they had Star Wars machines, too.

I thought of walking over to the MGM, but then I'd have to find the pedestrian access to cross the huge street, and hadn't woken up early enough to do that.  So I got in my car and thought of another casino where it would be easy to park, play, and leave.  I headed over to South Point, but there was so much traffic that by the time I got there, I would have only had 10 minutes to find a parking space and play something before needing to leave for the airport, so I just decided to go the airport early, which didn't hurt at all.

The way to the C Gates for Southwest was different from my last trip there: you no longer need to take a tram, and don't even need to go to where the A, B & D gates are located, so you bypass all of the other airlines.  They had some brand-spankin' new security tools, like a big booth for special passengers (I didn't get to see it used, though).  The airport is building some new restaurants for the C gates, so maybe I'll get to see them the next time that I go there.  I can't remember any of their names right now, but I was impressed at the time that I saw their signs.

My flight home was thankfully uneventful.  I had originally thought of getting home early enough so that I could watch the Veteran's Day flag retreat at Disneyland, but I was too tired to do so, and ended up running errands instead.

I had a fun time, although I know that my friends would have made it much more enjoyable, and maybe I would have stayed up or stayed there a little bit longer if they had been with me.  But I survived my adventure.  A bigger adventure awaits at the end of the week, so I'm calling this Adventure Week for myself.  I don't know what I'll do tomorrow to keep with the theme, though.

Oh, and BTW, I really didn't look at the girls at Hooters, so I can't describe them to you.  The Hooters magazine in the hotel room had lots of pretty, sexy girls, though.  Lots of fake-looking boobs, too.  I mean, hello!  They can't be naturally that round.  Ya gotta have some help there, I think.

So who's going back to Vegas with me so that I can put more points toward that owl?  I'm over 100.  I need 800 more. :)

Spank Your Pitas, and Top My Cherry

I had planned to relax this evening and maybe catch up on my TiVo recordings.  I had started drinking some celebratory champagne in honor of Obama's win, and ate a bite of my dinner when the phone rang.  Normally, I don't answer the phone when I'm eating dinner, as it usually ends up being some survey or something that only frustrates me later because then I go back to cold food.  Tonight, though, I must have already been tipsy enough to not care about stuff, so I answered the phone, and there was Linda, wanting to get together for whatever.  So I finished my dinner and champagne, contemplated getting another glass for myself before Linda arrived, then decided not to do so for fear that she'd arrive and just find me a sloppy mess, too embarrassed to be seen in a public place with me.

Linda was hungry, so we went to Daphne's Greek Cafe, where I had an appetizer plate to have something to nosh.  Despite my tipsy self, I managed to say "spanakopitas" in the proper way (I normally say "spankyourpitas" to my friends).   We decided to go to the Monrovia Family Festival, which is a weekly street fair.  We watched the ponies carry some kids around in a circle for a spell; browsed in a cute boutique, Angela's Closet, where we wished that we had lots of money to buy all the cute clothes we saw; and visited the little petting zoo to watch a goat rub his head on another goat because apparently his antlers were growing and making him itchy.  Of COURSE we found a little hippo plush which was cheap and cute, so I bought that along with a little Lakers shirt for the baby that will be my newest godson, Jude.  Linda ended up getting a ty squirrel named "Nuts," and she introduced him to several people at the street fair.

 First friend of Nuts was the guy at, wouldn't you know it, the booth for Steve's Nuts and Fruit.  He tried to teach us Spanish, but couldn't think of the Spanish word for "hippopotamus."  I told him that in Tagalog, it's "hippopoTAmus," but he still couldn't think of the Spanish word.  I wanted Linda to get one of those furry hats like this one, but she insisted that they were only for people who were approximately 16 years old.  She later pointed out to me a woman who looked to be about 30 years old with the same hat who looked ridiculous, and won her case.   We then walked into the scrapbook store that Linda had been looking for a couple of weeks earlier, called Scrap N Yap.  It's a nice store, with very nice people.  They were so nice that they didn't tell us that we had walked into the store when it was already closed (they hadn't turned off their sign yet).  We're thinking of taking classes there...unless one of my Creative Memories friends kills me first. ;)

Linda was craving ice cream, and I remembered a place that my friend Kathy had mentioned, so we ended up there, at Cherry on Top.  The place is self-serve, and you pay by the ounce.  You can choose between 10 flavors of frozen yogurt, and they have non-fat as well as sugarfree options.  They also allow you to taste flavors, and you can combine flavors, too.  The toppings range from fruit to cereal to candy and nuts.  You can also add marshmallow creme or caramel topping.  I decided to take it easy on myself and chose non-fat vanilla, with toppings of Almond Roca, Mango, Strawberries, Cap'n Crunch, and mochi bits.  Yes, you read that right: MOCHI BITS.  Linda opted for a combination of chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry-banana, I think, with lots of other toppings.  You place your cup on the scale, and they weigh it, so if you're not that hungry, you don't end up spending very much.  I didn't get that much yogurt, so even with my fruit, I only ended up paying $2.74.  What a deal!  It was quite tasty (I absolutely loved my mochi bits), and Linda and I have decided that this will be our new go-to place whenever she comes to visit me.  The atmosphere was  cute, with a big light sculpture of big glass cherry shapes, and some red circular chairs.  I joined their e-club, and am looking forward to trying other combinations.  We actually already feel like part of the community there, because some of the ladies from Scrap N Yap came in for some yogurt, and I said hi, and they told me again to go to their classes (no, I don't think they were working at SNY nor were they the owners).

I'm glad that Linda called tonight, because I love our new hangout!  I'm still thinking about that second glass of champagne, though.  :D

Bikinis for Sea Beings

OK, I'm just loving the most recent post from Michael Ian Black's blog.

My favorite paragraph:

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There was a little bit of controversy regarding my daughter’s costume. Here’s the thing: my opinion is, if you’re going to go around asking for free candy, at least make your costume as good as it can be. Show a little effort. Okay – so my daughter wanted to go as a mermaid this year. A little trite, but better than some of her previous ideas (princess, witch, etc.). When she showed me her costume, I said, "It's very cute but I have a suggestion: lose the top." My wife said that it was too cold to go topless and also that it was inappropriate. I didn’t disagree with her on either count, but we got into a big fight because my point was that if she wanted to go as a mermaid she had to understand the consequences of her decision. If I have a pet peeve it’s that mermaids are always shown with bathing suit tops, which I’m sorry, is bullshit. Why would mermaids wear bathing suit tops? They wouldn’t. Don’t believe me? Just ask yourself this simple question – where would a mermaid get a bathing suit? At the underwater swimsuit store?

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I myself have often wondered why they don't use shells on all of the mermaids, like Ariel has.  Perhaps because the shells could scratch mermaids in the wrong places.  Don't know.

FINALLY

A Day to Remember: November 4, 2008

What a historical night this was.

Record numbers of people voting.

Voting in the first black President of the United States.  My goodness, how times have changed just in the last 50 years for this young nation of ours.

I am proud to be an American whenever I get to vote, but today was one of those special days.

No matter if your votes matched mine, I hope that you voted (if you're eligible), and I hope that you voted with your true conscience, and not based on falsities of gossip and arguments that had nothing to do with the actual lives or principles of the candidates or the issues.  Of course, if you did vote based on gossip, that's what makes America the diverse and exciting country that it is.

I kinda want to go to Washington, DC, for the inaugural...with a billion other people.  I don't think that will happen, but I never felt like I wanted to be so much a part of history like this before.  But I guess I was, anyway, just by voting today.

Congratulations, President-Elect  Barack Obama!  FINALLY!!!  Yes, we sure the heck CAN.

DLR LotD 11/02/08

Disneyland Resort

Line of the Day

Sunday, November 2, 2008

"I like when it's ... erect." -- Sherry, in the Star Trader

DLR LotD 10/31/08

Disneyland Resort Line of the Day

Friday, October 31, 2008

"Tarry no longer; let us make haste!"  -- Linda, to Sherry, at the Mickey & Friends Parking Structure

The Filipino Family with a Southern Flair

It's fun to be in a family who, even on the saddest of days, still manages to find hilarity somewhere...especially from my Auntie Milda's boyfriend, Allen, the Arkansan.

Today was a really difficult one, as we laid my grandmother to rest.  We had a very nice viewing and rosary last night, led by my mom's friend, Linda.  My friend Rudy sang a cappella "Ave Maria."  If only those cell phones hadn't rung during his song.  I was surprised by my dad speaking about Mama, because we hadn't really discussed that he would do so.  His story was funny and emotional, and, of course, I cried many tears when he thanked her for being his second mom.  Uncle Johnny (Jenn's uncle) also said some nice words, starting with the fact that he only that night learned that her name was "Maria," since he only knew her as "Mama."  Mama's makeup was done beautifully, and her hair was in the bun that she liked to wear for special occasions, with a pretty cream-colored dress.  She was holding a rosary, and had her coin purse at her side, which contained her prayer book and some money, presumably to buy herself a broom on the way "upstairs," as Allen calls it.  I was hoping that Allen would be able to share a couple of stories with everyone because I love the way he tells them, but I guess he was too emotional to do so.  Papa's sister-in-law closed the ceremony with a rendition of "Amazing Grace" on her harmonica.  I had forgotten all about how she used to play for us when we used to visit them in Santa Barbara.  That was really nice of her to pay tribute to Mama that way.

Thanks to all of my friends who joined us that evening and shared in the delicious food that people so generously made for us.

Today it was my turn to sing, and I made it through 3.85 songs before just losing it on the last one.  I did almost laugh during the psalm, when I heard certain Filipinos responding "shepherd" with an "f" instead of a "p."  I gave a little smile to Rudy, because I thought he might know exactly why I had a twinkle in my eye at the moment, since it was one of the things he would do to try to make me laugh in church choir.  Bro told me later that one of those people using the wrong consonant was my own mother.  My cousin Marie and my Bro did a nice job with the readings...and then the deacon proceeded to recite the same reading that Bro had just finished.  I don't know why he didn't choose to read from oh, say, the *Gospel* from Matthew, Mark, Luke, or John, but whatever.  I guess he just wanted to reinforce what Bro said.  Then he started to recite the Prayers of the Faithful, which was supposed to be Jenn's portion of the program.  He saw me wave to her to go up to the podium, though, and let her continue what he started.  Veronica's eulogy was beautifully done, filled with bits of humor and memorable stories.  I especially loved it when she quoted Allen as saying, "When you say 'no' to Mama, it's like telling her 'yes' twice."  After the  ceremony in the chapel, we went outside to Mama's gravesite.   While we were seated and the deacon was sprinkling the casket with holy water, my godmother leaned over to my mom to ask where my grandfather's grave was.  My mom responded, "Over there, being stepped on."  

Thank you to those of you that were able to make it to the ceremony.  I know that many of you had to take time off of work, and I really appreciate the gesture, and I am thankful to have such supportive people in my life.  I sure did pick the right friends. :)

Thank you, also, to our funeral directors, especially Allison, and to all of those at Oakdale for being so pleasant to my family.

If you would like to see Mama's obituary and the slide show that was presented at the viewing, or you would like to leave a written or verbal message, please go to the Making Everlasting Memories site.

(If the link doesn't work, you can go to mem. com and search for "Maria Rojas."  There are 3 of them listed, and you can find her by the sepia-toned picture of her with my grandfather).

After the funeral services, we had a lunch reception at World Buffet.  They had a big selection of food, and I especially liked their sesame balls because, as V put it, "they had the right ratio of outside to inside."  Brady was digging on the fact that he had edamame on his plate.  He loves that stuff.  He ate half a package the other day at lunch, too.  

When our guests left, several of us went to the Tokyo Living shop, where Brady decided that he wanted a mushroom guy.  I found stuff for myself and one of my friends as well.  We then went to Tapioca Express and were overwhelmed by all of the different choices of drinks.  I ordered a Honey Green Tea with tapioca, and let others have a taste.  So here comes my favorite moment from today....

I told Allen to taste what I ordered, and after he did so, he said, "That was good.  I got one of Them Chew Balls."

So there you go.  Boba has now been renamed.

Excuse me while I go finish my drink with Them Chew Balls.

Mama, Mama

There are times when one is forced to think about the people in their life, and the kind of impact those people had in the course of that person's history.  I tend to think about that stuff a lot, actually, but wanted to share this one with you.

My grandmother came to the USA a little while after my younger brother was born.  Mama took care of Bro while my parents worked and I was at school.  She liked to remind me of the days that she would take Bro in the stroller to meet me at the bus stop after school, and Bro would yell out, "Ata! Ata!" as soon as he saw me getting off of the bus. (He didn't say Ate correctly {A-teh} for awhile).  Of course, being the brat of an older sister I was, I tended to ignore his cuteness, but Mama never let me forget how much my brother looked up to me back then.  

Growing up with Mama in the house was quite different than before she had arrived.  I was no longer the pseudo-latch key kid, and there was now always someone home, cooking her wonderful dinners and snacks.  Mama made the best cascaron, and she also made other goodies like pechy-pechy and palitaw.  Many of those dishes consisted of freshly grated coconut, and I can still picture her or my grandfather using a special coconut grater.  Nowadays they could just buy the stuff already grated, but this was made from scratch, and with all the love that good cooking entails.  My friends loved it when Mama would cook pancit and lumpia, too...especially Angela.  Angela lived across the street from us, whom Mama also watched over after school, and Mama absolutely loved to cook for her, because she loved to see everyone eat her food.  Mama also loved cooking for Bro, and always insisted that I should like the dishes she made because "Ryan likes it."  Ah, the Bro.  The Golden Boy.  The one who now doesn't really eat Filipino food unless you trick him.  He was the light in her world.  Well, until Brady came along, and became Platinum Boy. ;)  Today I emulated Mama when I heated up my food on a frying pan instead of in the microwave, because that's how I learned to do things before the microwave came to fruition.  Fried spaghetti, anyone?  Mama was a home economics teacher in the Philippines, and she made play clothes for us.  Unfortunately, her sewing skills did not transfer to me, but Bro might make you a duffel bag if you ask him nicely.  

Mama raised us to be kind and polite.  She'd remind us to say everything respectfully to ou elders, and wonder why we didn't like whatever or whomever it was we didn't like at the moment.  She always saw the good in everyone, which kinda made me feel guilty because I knew she was right.  She was a wonderful model of a Christian, always generous with her self, her money, her cooking, and her ear.  When I got older and wasn't at my parents' home anymore, I'd still spend time with Mama and she'd ask about my friends.  She liked to hear my stories about them, and wanted the latest update on everyone's boyfriends, just like everyone else.  I think that I probably owe some purses to people because I told Mama some stuff, but not to worry.  I don't think she ever repeated anything I told her, unless she thought it might help me and my mom get along better.  Daughters and mothers always have a special kind of anxiety in their relationships, and Mama was always there to help smooth things out between my mom and me.   

Mama was also very devoted to God, and always had an offering out in front of the house's Santo Nino on special days.  Whenever I'm at mass, I can hear her voice during the different responses, because she would say them with meaning in every word.  Anyone that tells me that the Catholic responses are just words being parroted out of our mouths obviously never met Mama.  When she said "Thanks be to God," you could hear that she meant it, and she'd make you feel it, too.  Today was the first day that I went to Mass since the event of last week, and I had to struggle to keep from falling apart when I imagined her reciting the congregational words.  I remember her telling my grandfather that he needed to go to church with us, so that he could see "Sherry singing in front of hundreds of people."  She was one of my champions when I decided to sing.  I thought of her face in the congregation today, and wished so much that she was there these last several years.  (She hasn't lived in the area for awhile, so she couldn't attend my masses).

We all have great stories about the way Mama would make us laugh.  Like the time that she was making banana rolls (turon) at a family get-together, and she was so busy laughing with her friends that she didn't notice she was using powdered creamer instead of sugar.  That was some odd-tasting turon that day!  There's also the time that we went camping and it was so windy outside that we all ended up huddled in one tent, listening to the wind whipping around everything outside.  As we all discussed how strong the wind was, Mama decided to put in her 2 cents and said that it was also windy.  OK, that's what we were talking about, Mama!  She just wanted to be a part of the conversation, I guess.  We called her "Echo" a lot because of stuff like that, and also because she tended to pass the time away by saying people's and dog's names twice, like, "Ay, Cadence, Cadence."  This confused the dog because she'd wonder why Mama kept calling her and didn't do anything once she got to her.  

Mama was also quite the dynamo.  She never could sit still, except maybe to watch game shows or basketball.  She was always sweeping up something, or cooking, or doing laundry.  The reason she broke her hip was because even though she had been told not to do any housework once she became more frail, she walked outside to try to bring in the empty trash barrels, and fell while trying to pull one.  Even after her surgery, she would sneak outside when nobody was home, and sweep up the patio.  The family's love of basketball was not lost on her, however, and she'd sit down and watch games with us.  To the rest of the family's chagrin, she became a Chicago Bulls fan during the Jordan era, and rooted for them even when they played the Lakers.  And they called ME the traitor when I loved MJ so much and I was still rooting for the Lakers!  But I'd always go to where she was watching, and Mama and I would talk about the wonders of MJ. :)

One of Mama's proudest moments was when she became a US citizen.  She went to class at the community college, and I quizzed her before she took the test.  She was 80-something years old then, and I was really proud of her when she came home, waving her American flag.

Most of all when I think back on Mama's effect on me, I think of that smile of hers.  Even when she didn't have her dentures in, I loved to see her smile.  She found such joy in everything (well, except for when Papa was irritating her),  and I loved to see the light in her eyes.  That light was never so bright, though, as the days that she spent with her great-grandson.  We're all grateful that she was able to meet him, and I hope that even as he grows up, he'll still remember Mama.

Mama passed away last Sunday.  It's been a difficult week of preparation for our final goodbyes, but at least she's not suffering anymore.  We've been comforting each other with our funny stories, and I'm thankful to have a family that is supportive and caring.  She's the last of my grandparents to go, and the one to whom I was the closest.  On Monday, I'll be singing as my tribute to her.  I hope that God grants me the strength to sing well. 

I don't know if I'd be the person I am today if Mama had stayed in the Philippines.  I owe much of the kindness in my heart to her.  I like to think that I get my smile from her, and I hope that I get the chance to touch people's lives in the loving way that she did ... so they can catch the contagious smile, too.

Goodbye, Mama.  I love you, and just like you never forgot who I was even in this last difficult year, I'll never forget you.

Happy Not to Be A Duchess

Last night, the SheMoLo gals went out for some girl time.  Lo and I weren't so much in the mood for going too fancy, so we met at my house, and went to my now go-to restaurant, BASIL, for dinner.  

The woman at the restaurant immediately recognized me, and said to Mo & Lo that I must have a lot of friends, because I keep bringing new ones in.  I told her that they all enjoy the food, too!  I didn't want her to think that I bring friends and can't bring them back because they hate it, you know, so all of you out there that I've brought to the place, go back, OK?  Anyway, Mo ordered a salad that we all enjoyed, even though I'm not really into coconut flakes on my dinner.  But it was quite tasty.  After the rest of our food arrived, the chef visited our table and mentioned to me that all of the dishes we ordered had basil in them, with a smile on his face.  He told Mo & Lo that the last time I was there was the first time they'd ever run out of basil.  That's not a bad track record for 15 years.  I was actually too full at the time to order my fried bananas, but that's OK.  They know that I'll be back!

We then drove to Pasadena, checked out the dessert menu at Roy's, then decided not to eat there because they didn't approach us at the bar area right away, and we had a movie to see.  Our movie was "The Duchess" at the Laemmle's Playhouse.  We did go to the coffee shop in the Vroman's next door, and smuggled a couple of muffins and italian sodas into the theater, which had me freaked out from the spilling danger until we sat down.

My thoughts on "The Duchess":

• Keira Knightley was outstanding 
• Ralph Fiennes needs to be in a role where I root for him, because I've only seen him as this not-so-wonderful Duke and as Voldemort lately.  I'd really like not to be scared of him or want to slap him when Joseph introduces us to each other. ;)
• I enjoyed looking at Dominic Cooper, who played Charles Grey.  (Ssshhhh, Ralph, don't tell Joe)
• Beautiful score and cinematography
• I'm really glad that I didn't live in that era, because I don't think I could handle the kind of living arrangement that the Duchess had to deal with.  WHAT was she thinking when she welcomed that woman into her home?  DUH!
• That was kind of an odd Brady Bunch of kids.
• What is up with the name "Harryo"?  For a girl, even.
• Sometimes mothers don't care about happiness as long as their social status remains.  That pisses me off.  I also noticed that the Duchess never talked to her father about anything, which makes me wonder how he would have reacted if he knew what his daughter was going through.  Although maybe he'd be just like the mom.  I don't know.
• She had a bunch of girlfriends at the beginning of the film.  Why did none of them come to visit her at her huge new home?  Perhaps this is why she goes and trusts someone she doesn't even know.
• I think I'm going to need to read this book.  The story was fascinating, and the similarities between her and Princess Diana were striking, as Mo & Lo said, and that the website also mentions.
• She had awesome dresses and hats. How in heavens name could she breathe while wearing the corsets AND hold up her head with those huge wigs and hats?!
• "Please put out Her Grace's hair."

We had a great time.  Thanks, Mo, for the great movie suggestion.  (She had not wanted to see "Secret Life of Bees" because she thought that it would be too depressing, yet there we were, crying during this movie, too.  No, not happy tears).  I'm looking forward to our next get-together.  I think we're going to be inebriated so that should be interesting. 

Burning, Eyeing, Batting

I saw a couple of movies in the last 2 weeks with Linda, and here are some of my thoughts from those days.

Burn After Reading

1) Typical funny demented Coen Brothers movie.  Loved it.

2) Brad Pitt was hilarious as the wacky gym trainer.  I've seen him do comedy when he was on "Friends," and he did a good job there, too.  

3) George Clooney's contraption in his basement was crazy funny.

4) Loved Frances McDormand's obsession with getting enough money for her cosmetic surgery.

5) Anytime you see a hatchet in a Coen Brothers movie, you know there's going to be a need to cover your eyes pretty soon.

6)  Poor Gym Manager guy.  He just wants the best for Frances' character.

7) The CIA is watching your every wacked out move, but you can go ahead and move to Venezuela if you'd like to escape them.

Eagle Eye

1)  My stomach was in a knot from the first action sequence until the end of the film.  Ergo I could not eat more than one cookie.

2) When someone in the lobby was looking at me as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, I worried that he was being given directions to get rid of me.

3) I adored Sam's freckles.  Cute that his mom's face had them, too.

4) I'm afraid to answer my phone, or have it in the same room as me when I'm talking to anyone else.  Perhaps I'll be taking out the battery whenever I decide to discuss secrets with anyone.

5) If ARIA is for real, you need only to read this blog to analyze my personality, so maybe I don't have to be worried about answering the phone.

6) The government is watching your every wacked out move, but you can go 36 floors under the Pentagon to try to stop them.

I enjoyed both movies, and recommend the first one for anyone that likes Coen Bros fare, and the second one for people that like conspiracy/action/psychological thriller stuff.

Here's the bat cookie that I didn't eat last night:

Isn't it cute?!

Thanks, Linda, for joining me!  I had fun, AND I got a free Buffy DVD thing.  Not a bad day at all.

Sherry and the Finished Series

This morning, I finally finished J.K. Rowling's "Harry Potter" book series.  

I can't remember when I actually started reading the series, but I probably would have finished the entire series within 7 straight weeks (or sooner) if I could have taken an extended vacation just to read.   I became interested in the books after seeing the first movie, but never actually sat down to read until a few years later, and swore to myself not to start any new books until I was done with the entire series.

So I'm done now.  The series was very well written, and I understand why Rowling has been praised for getting people to read again thanks to these books.  They were all quite engaging, and I had to tear myself away from reading, because otherwise I'd stay home and get nothing else accomplished.  I really cared for all of the characters, good and bad, and as I read the final pages of the last book, I cried.  Now, I know that y'all that know me well think that I cry at virtually everything slightly emotional, but I don't think I'd ever cried over a story in a book before.  I think it was not only the way the story ended, but also the fact that the story was over.  7 books, thousands of pages, lots of time reading -- just done.  I just couldn't believe it was over.   My reaction kind of surprised me.

I've been lucky that I've been able to read one book after another, and not have to wait between books like the other millions of fans.  I liken it to those people who watch "24" on DVD, and don't have to wait until the next week to see the next episode.  Those spoiled people are probably freaking out like I am because they will now have to wait until what seems like forever until the next season begins. 

So now I have the final movies to look forward to, although I won't get the same feeling from them as I did the written version, as I've learned from other people who have read books before watching the movie versions.  I'll probably still cry, though. ;)

Now I can start reading the other books I've set aside.

At least until December 4.

Gumminess

Rockapella has posted pictures from their tours in Germany and Japan.

Here's the link to my favorite one.

http://tinyurl.com/4usjos

 

First of all:  That's a big piece of gumminess.  I love JT's expression!

 

Secondly:  Do you think they'd ever have Gloomy Gummi Bear?  You know, like for Hallowe'en?

 

Oh, and if you go to the new Japan pictures from dated 9/26/08, one of the guys took a picture of the fancy features for the restroom on the 3rd page of thumbprints.

 

Funny.

DLR LotD 10/05/08

Disneyland Resort Line of the Day

Sunday, October 5, 2008

(It's been quite a while since I've been to the resort.  So I'm listing more than one, just because I felt like it).

Disneyland:

"Tigger seems to get enough of that at home." -- Sherry, at Plaza Inn, causing Tigger to act dramatically

DCA:

"That's R-O-N-G wrong!" -- Sherry, at different times in different places

Bonus gross line:

"Oh, nothing.  I'm just puking." -- Some girl in the stall next to Sherry, speaking to someone on a cell phone quite matter-of-factly