Posts Tagged ‘Vacations’

“Glad I Could Make You Happy, And Thank YOU!”

September 27, 2019

(Looks like there’s a lot going on in the political world right now that I could address, but in the words of Weird Al, that would be a hassle and take up all my free time, so I’m going to tell a story about popcorn instead.)

When I was at Disney World last week, I was sent on an errand halfway across Epcot.  I volunteered for this, mind you, but it was going to be a long walk.  Just as I was starting out I saw a popcorn cart and remembered that at some point I was also supposed to pick up a popcorn bucket for later refill.  So I picked one up and, since I had a long walk ahead of me, I had it filled with the flavor of popcorn only I like (Buffalo Bleu Cheese).  It made the long walk alone a lot more pleasant.

Fast forward to the next day when I knew I’d be getting a popcorn refill for everyone else.  The inside of the bucket was seriously stained from earlier, but nothing a few moments wiping it out didn’t cure, so having done that, I didn’t give it another thought.

Until I went to refill the bucket a little while later and the guy told me there’d be no charge.  Now, refills are cheap, but not that cheap, so I asked him why.

“Simple,” he said.  “Day in and day out people bring their nasty buckets to me for a refill, and I don’t like looking at the buckets sometimes, much less touching them, so whenever I see someone has taken the time to clean the bucket, it makes me happy.  So . . . no charge, and thank you!”

I Can Forgive The Lack Of Fire And Smoke, But Not That

September 24, 2019

So we survived another Disney trip last week.  (Odd timing, I know, but that was the time Mom was available to meet us there.)  All in all it was a good trip, with my biggest complaint being that while I know it was supposed to be “not so scary,” the Headless Horseman’s horse shouldn’t prance under any circumstances!

Fun Stuff (Part Four)

May 24, 2019

This last one I feel a little bad about (but only a little).

The first time L’s Mother and I went to Disney World, we ate at a particular place that we’d always said we wanted to go back to someday.  So . . . someday finally came around on this last trip, and after our food had arrived, the server (knowing we hadn’t eaten there in years, and had made a special trip to do so this time) asked how everything was.

“Well,” I sighed, “I’m going to have to be ‘that guy,’ I’m afraid, because, honestly, the food isn’t as good as I remember.”

The server looked absolutely crushed at this (which is why I feel a little bad), so I followed up with my planned joke as quickly as possible.

“It’s better,” I chuckled.

(For the record, I was forgiven by the server for this.)

Fun Stuff (Part Three)

May 23, 2019

This next one was more fun for other people than for me, but a deal’s a deal.  Since it turned out we were going to be at the parks on my actual birthday, I agreed to wear the “I’m celebrating” button and a set of ears if they could come up with something that I could make work with my hat.  So after a bit of surgery on a Minnie Mouse Ear Headband to remove the bow, we had something workable, and out “Disney bedecked” I went.  I even wore a Disney shirt.

(It said “I Tried To Be Happy, But I Got Bored” and had a picture of Grumpy on it, but I wore it.  Even at the “happiest place on Earth” I’ve still gotta be me because that makes me happy.)

Fun Stuff (Part Two)

May 22, 2019

Another fun moment was when L’s Mother screamed at the appropriate moment when the lights go out in the Haunted Mansion.  I wasn’t there for this particular moment, but I was there when she did this once before years ago.  That time she got a round of applause from all the other guests, and if she hasn’t warned me what she was about to do, they probably would have had to peel me off the ceiling since I was the one standing right next to her.  I’m told reactions were similar this time.

Sometimes I wonder if she missed her calling as a scream queen.

Fun Stuff (Part One)

May 21, 2019

Last week I said that this week I’d probably talk about the fun times we had on our vacation, and that’s still the plan, but I’ve run into a snag.  As I sit down to write this now, I realize a lot of the fun times just don’t translate well into stories because they’re essentially minor variations on the “rode a favorite ride again/saw a favorite character again and a good time was had by all.” theme.  Fun stuff, but not exactly gripping literature.

One thing that does stand out to me right now is L. and me designing our own car at the Test Track to make the most powerful race car with a hybrid engine ever designed.  That was cool.  (Still not gripping literature, but it’s a good place to start.)

Besides, Three Terrible Moments Out Of A Week’s Vacation is Really, REALLY Good

May 17, 2019

“You’re making a bit much of this, don’t you think?” L’s Mother asked me last night.  “People are just trying to frame the positive, you know.”  (I’m paraphrasing, but you get the idea.)

A good case could certainly be made, I admit, but here’s my point:

Any frame that doesn’t reveal the whole picture is a bad frame in my opinion, and off the top of my head I counted three significant terrible moments with L. from our vacation. I don’t mention this to wallow and get entangled in those moments, but because while my son is ultimately responsible for his own behavior, each one of those moments were because he was overtired and/or being pushed into a situation he had been very clear he didn’t want to do, but he also lacked the decision making skills to navigate to what he did want to do.

Because he’s eight, and those coping skills will come with time.

By the end of the trip he’d learned a few things, and the adults learned a few things, just like the trip before.  Sure, next week I’ll probably talk about the fun moments, but I think the terrible moments (the ones we learn from, at least) deserve better than being glossed over.

If It Had Been, THAT Would Have Been Amazing

May 16, 2019

My dislike of being in pictures aside, again, I did have a good time . . . for the most part.  I’m not dwelling on the negative, I swear, but since we’ve gotten back, I’ve been mildly disturbed by how frequently I’ve heard the sentiment that our trip must have been “amazing”.

It certainly had its high points, yes, but I assure you a week spent with an eight-year-old can also have some significant low points, and this week was no exception.

Because That’s Exactly What I Was Thinking

May 15, 2019

While reviewing the latest vacations pics, even *I* was struck by how much my expression in the pictures I consented to be in (or couldn’t avoid being in) said “I’m humoring you . . . but don’t push it.”.

There’s a reason for that.

Snark Aside, I DID Enjoy Myself, But The Jury Is Still Out On If I Survived Or Not

May 14, 2019

At what point, exactly, did vacations become something I “survived” instead of enjoyed?

Oh . . . right . . .

So if you haven’t guessed already, we made another Disney trip last week.