I'm At Disney World!

As you read this, I am in Disney World, provided everything went well with the airplanes.

I managed to finish packing. Remember how I was having issues with that? I had to sit on my suitcase to get it to zip. I’m not sure where the souvenirs will go. Maybe we’ll strap them to ourselves on the way home. Having a stuffed Nemo tied to my head would pass through security, right?

I got Natalie to agree that she didn’t need the entire contents of her room to come with us. So her personal backpack/suitcase is currently stuffed with random toys. When she ran out of room, she tried to hide some in MY suitcase which, as I mentioned before, is STUFFED. I removed them. She cried. She tried to hide them again. I found them. I cried. Mainly because I hate that Tom can’t come with us. And also, because he folds better than I do.

Tommy has been obsessively looking at Google maps so he understands his surroundings at Disney World. If we get lost, he’ll probably know his way better than I ever will.

I’ll be celebrating my birthday here. I do NOT want a character to follow me around. Especially the ones without a face. Their real face, I mean. I hate the masked characters. I need to know what is going on with their REAL expressions. I don’t like to be mimed at. I don’t know what they want. So no, Eeyore better not follow me around. Flynn Rider can stay.

I plan on pigging out while I’m here because, well, I’ll be walking a lot and that will burn off all the junk, right?

I might even get drunk here. They sell lots of fancy booze. Not in front of the children, mind you. Well, maybe, if they stop listening.

Tom’s family is here to help so I’m not entirely alone. It’s a mini family reunion. We’ll be Skyping with Tom so he can see us all.


As you finish reading this, I’m probably stuffing my face with the gigantic cupcakes they sell. If you’re at Disney World and pass a woman shoving icing down her throat, come say hello!



I probably won’t be online as much. If you want to keep up with my Disney posts, you can follow my Twitter account here. I also have Instagram under WhisperingWriter.

Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father’s Day!


I sent this package to Tom:

Mustache duct tape! Love it. And it’s easy. I’m not about to cut out tiny things and glue them on the box. No thanks.

He got the package and like it. This was one of his gifts:

I can’t wait until he’s home again. Natalie is a Daddy’s girl and is ready to have him home:

I also hope my own dad has a great day. He was actually a stay at home dad and he was the coolest parent on the block. He would play water guns and all sorts of games with the neighborhood kids. He would blow smoke bubbles, which the uptight parents of today would frown upon but back then, everyone was more lax.

(I’m proud to say that my dad quit smoking! It was not easy for him but he did it.)

I was lucky to have such a wonderful dad.

I’m still lucky today. Now he’s silly with his grandchildren. They adore him. Natalie has been known to say, “My papa is a funny man!”


Happy Father’s Day!

Please Let Flying Be Okay

I’m flying on an airplane tomorrow, headed for Disney World.

I have plane anxiety. I worry there will be a problem and we’ll all go crashing to an island, like on Lost. Or worse.

I worry we’ll have plane delays and we won’t make our connection at New Orleans. We have 2 hours to make it if our first plane is on time. Please, PLEASE let it be on time. Also, what if there is a mechanical problem and we’re stuck on the tarmac with no air conditioning? I saw a recent video someone posted of this happening. The passengers made light of the situation and started to sing. I would not sing. I’d flip out and screech that I’m an American citizen with rights and that I demand to be let off the plane at once. I do not deal well being in an enclosed space for hours on end.

I panic that Natalie will get bored and annoy other passengers. She doesn’t cry but she does tend to talk LOUDLY and she likes to sing. Not everyone thinks little kids are cute so I hush her. She’s insulted when I do this. “I was SINGING!” she’ll say, all indignant. It’s okay, fellow plane passengers. I bought Natalie 2 new DVDs, new books, and new toys. She’ll be distracted. She won’t sing. (Unless you ask.)

I’m worried how it’ll go without Tom to help. I’ve flown with the kids on my own before. It went…okay. Tommy is always fine. It’s Natalie I have to keep entertained. It’s Natalie I have to keep from shouting, “Why does that fat man have two seats and I only get one?” She does NOT misbehave when Tom is around. She wants to please Tom. She wants to keep Tom happy. She does not care if I’m displeased. She does not care if I’m not happy. Air Force, PLEASE, can I borrow my husband for a week? You can have him back after the trip. Please? No? Damn.


Please have good airplane vibes for us.


**While I'm gone, I might not be online as much. I will update my Twitter account. I also have an Instagram account under WhisperingWriter if you wanted to see Disney pictures**