TIME FLIES...

 When you're having fun, it's hard to keep track of time and it truly goes too rapidly.  We have had visitors for the last week and a half. I am so tired.  I ache in places I didn't even know I had places. (Is that possible?)  I've slept for 2 days and thank heavens, so has Ween.  She has been so good.  It's a little scary.

Geosphere

Starting with Sunday eating dinner with Margaret and her family at the "Pepper Market."  The next day they went to MK for Evan's birthday.  "I am only wearing this 4 t-shirt one more day.  Tomorrow I get to wear a 5 t-shirt."  A direct quote from Evan. He was so excited he couldn't even stand still. Mock got them rooms at one of the resorts with "Pirate" rooms.  Evan was "over the moon."  We really enjoy making a "Magical" experience for anyone, but especially for kids and birthdays.

On Tuesday, Mock and Brandon once again helped them into MK.  I went to the airport to acquire our friend, Lucinda.  Using "a relative's car"; he took us back home to rest.  Lucinda had been up since 2am. Mock returned and we were off to "E".

Of course, the first stop is the geosphere.  It's always a nice "sit down, cool off" ride in addition to it being informational.  Soarin next with a "clinging" Lucinda.  That was not her favorite ride, suffice to say.  Test Track on the other hand was.

Off Kilter - UK

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First stop around the countries, UK.  We enjoyed the Scottish group - Off Kilter.  They are not only funny but talented musically.  On to Mexico for dinner.  Not my favorite place to eat on property.  The food is extremely expensive and does not agree with my stomach.  It is more Tex-Mex than straight Mexican.
Afterward, we were excited to see the fireworks.

Belle and Lucinda

If it's Wednesday, it must be Magic Kingdom.

Breakfast with PRINCESSES, Belle, Jasmine, Ariel, and a picture with Cinderella.  As always, they are very gracious and patient.  I believe it was one of the highlights of the trip.  Sometimes, you can even imagine being a Princess.  

We received wands and Mock got a sword. It's exciting to eat at the Castle, and even more special to celebrate birthdays there.

Rides-Jungle Cruise, Pirates, Big Thunder, and the train; Shows-Castle Show, (Tiki Birds was closed) and more during the day. We had another friend join us for dinner at Tonys; always excellent. Their calamari is unbelievable, not to mention the desserts.  Pixie dust, spaghetti, lasagna, and a birthday cupcake - WOW.  Another great meal.for dinner and the rest of the evening.  As I was worn out, I asked Cindy if she would bring Lucinda and Mock home after fireworks and I bailed.

Breakfast at Chef Mickeys is always a treat. Probably the favorite character is Mickey, but it's always good to see all the characters. Studios wasn't very crowded and we got to see most of  what we wanted to see. Fantasmic was great.  Each fireworks show is different.  I think Lucinda liked EPCOT'S best of all the shows.

Friday started a little later.  We were tired and decided to sleep in a little later.  Off to DAK and the Cavi, the Tree, Safari Ride, and the Lion King.  More shows; more rides, 3:00 parade which starts at 4:15.  (Inside joke)

Ft Wilderness - Hoop de Doo.  A real-live "Ho Down."  I'm not even sure how to spell that, but the food is served family style and as always, too much, too good, and too full.

As all things do, the week had to come to an end which for us was at DTD and lunch at HOB.  I soooo enjoyed having Lucinda here.  She seemed to enjoy her time and now has a better idea of how to help guests before, during and after their visits.

I think I can safely say - A good time was had by all.

Just Getting Through It

Being the pragmatic person I am, I suppose just getting through the day can be interesting to say the least.  We got through the "dates" of deaths, good Friday, Easter, and Cinco de Mayo without any major incidents.  Now we are coming up to Mother's Day.  This has always been an interesting day for me.  Any female of any species can have off springs.  It doesn't take any intelligence, education or really any preparation.  So why should we celebrate it?

I think it's more of an honoring or celebration of life.  I don't know how my mother felt when she found out she was pregnant with me.  I can guess, but it wouldn't be fair to her memory for me to "suppose" how she felt.  I DO know how I felt.

I had always known I would have a son, someday, AND I knew I would name him after his father.  From the minute I knew I was pregnant, his name was IRL THOMAS STOVALL, III.  I called him Tommy before he was born.  I spoke to him by name.  I loved him so much, and I now love him even more, if possible.  My second son, I felt was going to be a girl, so Tommy named "her" Cara Sue, partly after his grandmother and his Aunt Susan, both that he loved.  Along the way, I have "acquired" 3 more sons - by mutual adoption of love.  Bret is the oldest, and is married with 2 beautiful daughters.  I love them all.  His wife, Julie, is like the daughter I never had.  She is so talented and capable; with so much energy I'm sometimes jealous.

Then, there's Edward.  He became part of the family by friendship with Tommy.  He and Tom were even roommates for several years.  I miss not seeing him on Holidays.  Actually I haven't seen him since Tom moved to DC.  Mother's Day was a very special day when I saw them all.

This year I have an "added" son - Charles Mock.  I call him Mock, so as to not confuse him with my first Charles.  He is my roommate at this time.  I don't know how he feels living with me, but I appreciate him and his presence.  And, Ween loves him.  There are not many people who can adopt your dog and still be friends.

That is my crew, and a motley one they are indeed.  But, I love them all and wish them the best on the up coming holiday.

WHAT IF

One of my favorite games as a child was "What if?"  What if I lived someplace else?  What if I had different parents?  What if I were smart?  What if I could change my life?  I could instantly go someplace different and be someone else.  Interesting, huh?

Of course that never happened, but I must still be playing that game as an adult because I was just imagining what my life would be like if Tom had NOT died.

Today would have been my Mother's 98th birthday.  On Thursday, Tom will have been dead 9 years. What if he had not died?  How different would my life have been?  We would probably still be in Pasco county; he MIGHT have still been teaching; and, who knows what work I would have been doing.

I could not have imagined my life for the last 9 years without him. At times, it still seems so unreal that he is gone.  I especially feel this way around dates that are important to me.  I don't think I have done anything especially exciting or interesting or even helpful to anyone during this time.  But, more importantly to me is where am I going?  I was just discussing with my room mate what I should do or be doing.  I really haven't any motivation to do anything, or at least anything that makes money. I know I should be concerned by that last statement, but I can't even wrap my brain around that either.  

All the ideas I have cost money, but could I really complete something I start even where money is involved?  I don't know.  I want to be motivated.  I just don't know how.  Of course, when I win the Lottery, I think that could motivate me in ways I can only imagine.  What if...?

WEEK INFORMATION

When it rains, it pours or so it seems.  Supporting the AMA seems to be my occupation lately.  Seeing three doctors in one week is enough to get me at least part of a practice somewhere, except they are three different doctor specialities.

My allergist on Monday - infected right ear, sinus and bronchitis - kind of rhymes doesn't it - and, sarcoma is active again - trouble breathing; easily winded.  I put the scripts into the pharmacy.  The ear drops are $124.00.  (Yeh, like that is going to happen)  She DID give me a new inhaler and I didn't have to buy that.

New dentist on Wed (am) - I've had the same dentist for the last 35 years; new adventure.  Exam; x-rays; eval.  Nothing wrong that $1,000 won't take care of.  Interesting.

Follow up with regular doctor - Wed (pm)  Blood work back - high thyroid; triglycerides; and, not losing weight.  WAHOO!!!  Needless to say, this has not been a "happy" good news week.  And, what do doctors know - They are only practicing any way.  Three new scripts from her.

I don't know.  Seems to me that you can't afford to live; and you can't afford the medicine to help you feel better; and, you can't afford to die.  What is the alternative?

I asked Ween what to do - she yawned; turned over and went back to sleep.  She is so smart.  I think I'll follow her example.

New puppies on the farm.  Who knew she was pregnant?  Mommy and babies doing fine.  So is daddy.

Change

The only things we can count on during this life are death and change. I am so glad I have to wait for change sometimes because the new is usually better.

For the last several months, I have been trying to get a "Restricted Rehire" off of my employment record for "D."  I didn't know about it until I was told that was why I wasn't being interviewed.  It was put on by mistake, but it had to go through my manager, casting administration, and labor relations.  I received notice yesterday that it had been removed.  I'm hoping it was in time to qualify for some new positions that have just come open.

D is advertising for Teachers to go to China for several months. That would be a great opportunity for anyone, and I would love to do it. In addition to a salary, they are also providing a place to live and a "stipend" for food.  Who knows?  Anything is possible.

Another item of concern were the expenses that had seemed "insurmountable." God has provided and we are now able to "breathe" a little financially.

My advice - "Stand still and know that I am God."  "All things work together for good to the called according to His purpose."  and, "The Lord is my Shepherd - I shall not want."

YESTERDAY SEEMS SO FAR AWAY

The Carpenters were one of my favorite singing groups, and I guess they still are since I have one of their cds in my car changer.  Their songs were really sad, if you stop and listen to the words but sadder than that are the happenings in their life.  Just like we all experience, things happen - daily.

Spending 7 hrs in the ER yesterday also seems so far away and a basic way of life lately.  Out of the blue, Sat night I starting having what I can only describe as "a type of dizziness," swirling inside me with heat, cold sweats, ending with throwing up.  I can honestly say I've never felt this way before, and I hope I never do again.  The "episodes" continued in quantity and intensity until around 8:30 am yesterday when I yelled for Mock to come help me.  By that time, I couldn't raise my head.  Progression was - he called 911, paramedics were called, was transported to Sand Lake Hospital, not without throwing up on the way, and spent the next few hours learning everything was perfectly normal with all the tests.  The Dr diagnosed "Vertigo" with unknown cause.

This was not just vertigo!!! I've had that before.  This was a whirling, burning inside my whole body that felt like I was going to explode.  His comment was - "Now, logically, you DO know your body can't really explode, don't you?"  (Can we say CONDESCENDING?)

The ending results are that I have to have a follow up with my regular Dr today.  Why? is my question.  If I am only normal, why do I have to spend the time and money to see her?  Probably just CYA, and could it be the $75 they're going to change my insurance to once again tell me I'm normal.  I'd like that in writing, please.  My friends will tend to disagree, I'm sure.

UPDATE:
Went to my own personal Dr today.  She checked all the results and agreed that nothing was showing up as being wrong.  I DID find out I've been diagnosed a Diabetic.  I did not remember that.  It was Mayo's diagnosis.  This is even more important that I get the weight off.  Yesterday's sugar level was 120; not bad but the weight MUST COME OFF.  Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to work I go.

UPDATE TO UPDATE:
Diagnosis - Possible "ASPARTAME" poisoning; too much sweetener in my system.  Who knew?  I am in the process of detoxing and will keep you updated.

Once a Week, Go Greek

Yesterday was very productive for me - up early, signed refinance papers on car, got gas, had car washed, made several calls, paid rent, phone bill, and sundry other chores I had pending; all before 11:00.  Whew!  I was tired.

Mock said I had been such a good "doobie" that I deserved a reward and suggested we try a new place for lunch.  If you know me, I have a lot of opinions.  With restaurants, I have #1 places and all others are 2nd best.  This is very true with my Greek food.  There is NO better place to eat than Tarpon Springs, Florida if you want to "go Greek."  My personal favorite is Platkas on the "main drag."  NO ONE MAKES BETTER GYROS (Yearos)  They just nail it as far as I'm concerned.  But, never let it be said I'm not willing to "try" another place.

Maria, one of my O'town Greek friends, suggested a new restaurant in St Cloud that I just "HAD" to visit.  I am multicultural, so I try all the ethnic foods I can get my mouth on, and she knows this.  Being Greek, I just knew she had found me a closer restaurant to visit.  (Maybe, or maybe not)

It is a little hole-in-the-wall place, which is not necessarily a bad thing.  They're just starting out and I can live with that.  They only serve Pepsi products - Strike 1.  We had to "walk up" to make our order - Strike 2.  And, their Tzaszeki Sauce was too thin and lacked taste - Strike 3.  Not enough meat - Strike 4, but salad parts were okay.  I guess what I'm saying is - Go to Tarpon.  Only place to get good Greek food, in my humble opinion.  Plus, lots of atmosphere and desserts galore.  Yum.  Can't wait to go again.

Again, with the Questions

Don't ask me why, but I had occasion to visit "Orange County" Courthouse this week.  What an experience!!! Chaos and confusion were the first two words that came to mind.  It is a number system, but the numbers were not called in any order nor were all the walk up windows open even though the whole room was full to overflowing.  Employees were standing around. (Probably holding down the floor).  Why does this have to be this way?

Osceola County Courthouse, on the other hand, is organized, employees actually helping the people who are there for various sundry reasons, and I have never been there more than 15 minutes.

Why the difference?  Who can say.  I just think Orange can take lessons from Osceola on "How To".  I'm grateful I don't have to go to either one very often.

Another question I have this week is "Why are some tax payments done quicker than others?"  Why can't we just use the system of "Levels of Taxes?"  $20,000 and under - don't pay taxes; $20,000 - $60,000 pay so much; and so on.  That would eliminate so much hassle and confusion.  If you make a lot of money, you pay a lot of taxes.  But no.  That isn't the way.  In fact, the people who get crunched are the "Middle Class."   Why can the rich get out of paying taxes, when they obviously are the ones who can afford to do so?

Every day I am amazed at the number of people who can't possibly do their job and yet, there they are and I have to deal with them.  Is it just me, or is this world upside down in it's abilities and work force?  I've applied for a job that I did for 2 1/2 years, and yet they prefer to hire someone who has no experience.  I always got good reviews and received several awards for my work.  I just don't understand things some times.  (So many questions; so little time).

God is holding out on me again.

Garth Brooks

Only in the last 10 or 12 years have I started listening to country-western music.  It says it all, doesn't it!  I like Tim McGraw's "Live Like You Were Dying," Willie Nelson's "On The Road Again," and Terri Clark's "Just Want To Be Mad For A While."  Right now, though, I can really relate to Garth Brooks.

Talking to God is my mode of living.  Not just lately but for many years.  It has seemed as if I've been stopped from going forward with plans that I have had or programs I have had in my mind.  ALL are legitimate good ideas and yet, I'm going (As my mother would have said) NO WHERE FAST.  In Garth's song, he meets an old girlfriend that he had prayed to marry.  Obviously she has not "aged" well and he is grateful to God for "NOT" answering his prayers when he was in high school.  That is something I haven't done lately.  I have not been grateful for "Unanswered Prayers."  I have only been looking at what didn't happen.

Even though I haven't met her yet, my loan officer, Cynthia, just made my life easier.  I traded my car about a year ago to a very expensive gas guzzler that I could afford then.  "It seemed like a good idea at the time."  Not working and having to move, no husband backup, and, medical bills piling up, I have been financially challenged, for over a year.  It's not easy to "juggle" finances; to keep everyone paid. At least I have had friends, family, and resources to cover most everything.  My last hurdle was my car and a cc that I "FOOLISHLY" used to cover other expenses.  As our Pastor is preaching this month, "OH WHAT A MESS."  Cynthia has just combined all the loans into one that is actually less than that of my car payment.  I can breathe a little easier now.

"Sometimes, I thank God, for unanswered prayers
Remember when you're talking to the man upstairs
Just because He doesn't answer, doesn't mean He don't care
Some of God greatest gifts, are unanswered prayers."

Amen.  And, thanks Garth.

HEART HEART HEART

Yesterday was probably the first Feb 14 that I didn't receive flowers. (Sad, huh?)   My current husband says he wants to stay married.  My question to him is "WHY?"  There is no response.

The only special days of the year, to me besides Christmas and Easter, are birthdays.  I truly believe if a spouse treats you with respect and love the other 365 days of the year, Valentines Day is not all that special.  It is only one day that you "HAVE" to say I love you.  Should you need a reminder to say it or be nice to another person?  I don't think so.

My roommate gave me chocolate kisses and cookies.  (He knows me).  And, I received several texts from friends.  That's more than enough recognition for February 14.  What about the rest of the year?

My friends, Kris and Melissa, have the right idea.  They so totally love and respect each other that every day is seen as a gift.

One day I will have that again.  Until then, celebrate each day with kindness, respect and most of all love.  It's amazing how much people need to see and hear this, and it produces wonderful results.

My advice - Open the day and rejoice.

Florida in the Winter

Being a TOTALLY heat and sunshine person, Florida is the perfect place for me.  When I was a kid and lived in the "snowy" part of the USA, I never went out in winter except to go to school.  If I had known about "Home Schooling" I probably would have opted for that.

Personally, I think snow is evil.  People who are on the road a lot seem to become "bumper car" drivers and take on a grimace on their face that freezes until "thaw time" in the Spring.  (Gritting your teeth does not help you drive better.)  Snow makes the beautiful black roads turn into an "ICKY" frozen mess that turns slushy and then back to frozen with little notice.  Inside heat tends to dry out all sorts of things - noses, bread, flowers, and who knows what else. Overloaded trees, who would never think of dropping their branches, give up and crash their body parts onto any object that seems to be in their way.  (It's not pretty.)  And, beautiful green grass goes underground to escape for as long as possible.

None of that happens in the "Sunshine State"- the grass stays green, the trees stay dressed, the black roads shine and welcomes everyone to Florida.  There is no need for turning on your heat with your central a/c system.  I didn't even know my thermostat had a heat setting until my room mate pointed it out to me.

I am currently, as I type, looking out onto my patio, beautiful blue skies with white fluffy clouds blowing by and it makes me smile.  73 degrees and on the way to 81 today.  I love it.

I almost forgot the sunsets.  They can be breathe taking, such as this one I captured just last night.

Ween and I are both enjoying the view.

YEAH TANIA

IVs are highly UNDERRATED!!!  I so recommend them especially when you have been throwing up and had diarrhea for approximately 2 weeks.  I can relate it to a "tune up" that you have for your car. I thought I was going to have to die to feel better.

Tania, my PA that I see regularly, highly suggested it as she diagnosed dehydration.  She also made me aware of many side effects of dehydration - aches, pains, high blood pressure, and continued intestinal problems to name a few.  (No wonder I felt so bad).

Having an IV in my drs office is so much easier than in an ER.  Mock, who has been so much sicker than I have been, was "2 quarts" low, is now feeling much better too.  Earlier in the day, we had been directed by "The Center" to go to an ER for IVs.  When we arrived at a local Emergency Room, they said it would be at least 2 hrs or longer for anyone to see us.  With "sick" people all around us and the way we felt, we left after about 45 minutes.  We went to another ER and they said it would be at least 3 hrs, probably longer.  Needless to say, we went home, called my drs office and got an appointment for the next morning.

It is a shame that with all the technology available in this world, it would take 2-4 hrs to get to see a medical advisor.  At both places, which were full of patients, there was hospital personnel "standing around" with a seemingly indifferent attitude, and almost totally ignoring the people who came to a facility in hopes of getting help. We too experienced a lot of frustration during the experience, but we had options.  What about those who don't?

DIET IS A FOUR-LETTER WORD

Being told as a child I could not use 4-letter words, I have tried to avoid even being in the near vicinity of any with the exceptions of "LOVE" or "FOOD".  Unfortunately, I have become all too acquainted with the word "FOOD".

Since my retirement just about a year ago, I have had very little extra curricular activity AKA 'exercise' or some form thereof. AND, due to the fact that Ween is totally related to me in that there are very few foods we don't like, I am forced to face up to the "BIG D" word - (Diet).

Officially, I don't believe in Diets.  (That's my story and I'm sticking to it).  I don't think they are productive or healthy in the long run.  I do, however, believe in Food Plans and exercise.  That is exactly what I have decided to do.  I have several close friends who have tried to be helpful, and suggested many ways I could go, but I have to find what is right and what works for me.  It is a life-style change - a 24/7 day focus.

I don't have the energy nor the will power to have that kind of focus right, but just cutting down on bread, potatoes, and red-meat is how I'm starting.  I know me.  I don't choose to get rid of them altogether because if I decide to do that, I'll start craving them, and that would defeat the whole purpose.  Starting next Monday though, veggies and fruit only.  THE BIGGEST SACRIFICE IS NO DIET SODA.  We'll see how it goes and how long it lasts.  Hang in there for the updates.

On going

It seems as if the "thing to do" lately is to make a bucket list.  For those of you who have been in a cave somewhere, a bucket list is things to do before you "kick the bucket."  You know me - I am ALWAYS in vogue.  So, here goes:

1.  Win Lottery, ASAP.
2,  Check w/attorney
3.  Distribute money.
4,  Surgery
5.  New Food Plan
6.  Start new businesses
7.  Hire
8.  Find offices and referb; move in.
9.

Dog Gone

When my children were young and ill, it was extremely hard, emotionally, to stand by and do nothing.  That is exactly all you can do, NOTHING.  Now that they are grown, it's just as hard, especially when they won't let you help.  They must have a little of me somewhere in them because that is exactly how I feel when I'm sick. "Leave me alone; I'll get better."  And, some times you have to take them to the Dr. even when they are grown.  (Enough said)

One of the things I like about Ween is that she never complains. That can also be a hazard to her health.  I took her for grooming this week and when she was finally ready and I "reclaimed" her, she had a "raised knot" on her nose.  I turned around and took her back to the groomers (Ntl chain).  They noted it physically, verbally and by writing notations on her record.  I was informed that I was to call if she was not better the next day.  As she wasn't better "enough" to me, I called.  I was referred to their vet which was, of course, across the city.

Arriving as quickly as possible, I was given paperwork and asked to wait.  In a considerably short amount of time, I was shown into an examining room. Unfortunately, not before Ween had "pooped" on the waiting room floor.  She NEVER does that, but she gets extremely nervous when going to a vet.  They kindly cleaned up the mess and assured me that it wasn't the first time it had been done. (It WAS by my dog).

I liked Dr Kyla.  She reassured me that it looked like a small "hematoma" or bruise and should be better in days.  During the exam though, Dr found out that Ween had a serious ear infection in both ears.  That's the kind of companion she is;  never complaining. As I thought back, she DID indicate the problem by scraping her ears on the carpet.  I should have known something was wrong.  She is now on antibiotic ear drops, which she tolerates the induction of at minimal discomfort to me.

Sometimes it is hard being Dr. Mom; especially when the patient never complains.

There's no place like home; (click, click) There's no place like home.

Another beautiful night's sleep.  Not yet day break, the lights of the Cape were visible.  An emotional "let down" just as most any exciting event, and yet glad to be almost home.  Disembarking was fairly rapid and we were on our way within a few minutes.

How did things at home continue without me?  Apparently fairly well. My roommate is extremely competent so everything looked great.

Wiener, on the other hand, was another issue.  The best analogy I can give is - Are you familiar with "Saran Wrap?"  Or, have you tried to unwrap a DVD or CD?  She is still a "bit" clingy right now.  I'm sure the cold nose I get on the back of my leg will stop soon.  But, I'm really looking forward to going to the bathroom by myself again. Do you think she can really read minds?  Yeah.  I think she missed me.

THIRD DAY (Not the music group)

Looking out the sliding door, passed the verandah, and viewing the beautiful dark blues of the water against the lighter shades of the sky, is more beautiful than words can describe.  God really knows how to paint, doesn't He?

Coming into Castaway Cay we were delayed a bit because the helicopter was taking pictures again.  But, who could complain?  What a way to be delayed. 

I once again opted to have "breakfast" on the verandah; leisurely viewing the scenery; sipping coffee and having my bagel.  (This is rough, but somebody has to do it)  

After showering and dressing, I made my way to the island.  I did not stay long due to several reasons; none that I can mention at this time.  I did send post cards, which shall arrive sometime soon.   

I came back on board, ran some errands, went to the pool, and watched some of BOLT on the ginormous screen beside the pool.  There is an "adult" pool and spa area which is nice if you want a little quieter atmosphere.  There is also an adults only restaurant and bar close to the pool.  The island also has an adults only area.  (Disney is very detailed and usually thinks of everything)

Dinner tonight was at Animator's Palate Restaurant.  A totally unique experience!   There were pictures on the wall; painted and drawn; black and white and in color. 

The servers are in a less formal costume that I really liked with characters drawn on the long-sleeved shirt.  Their colors were red, black and yellow.

We walked into a "design" room with multiple items on the walls and tables that have to do with animation and design. 

The chairs were designed to look like Mickey's outfit.  The meal was also quite different.   The napkins were designed to look like "Luminar" the candle and  the butter knife looked like a small paint brush.  (I can see those walking away with the guests.  I was tempted myself)

The appetizer I ordered was a delicious  onion cheesecake with bits of ham.  This was similar to a quiche, but better.  The sauce on the plate was some sort of catsup-based decoration.  The cheesecake didn't need anything else with it for my taste.  


I also ordered a butternut squash soup with a "dollop" of sour cream.  This was very rich tasting and even better than I thought it would be.


Choosing my entree was as easy as selecting the dessert.  I chose a chicken and potatoes with carrots and beets in a sauce that tasted similar to the broth that is used to make beef stew.  It sounded yummy and it was.


The dessert I chose was their Great Temptations -  consisting of a lemon sponge cake with baked apples on top as a garnish; a double chocolate cake and last but not least a lemon mousse.


The presentations have all been wonderful and entirely appetizing.



 Shortly after we placed our order, the lights dimmed, the posters on the walls slid to the side and the whole area became an aquarium with all the Nemo characters swimming beside our tables.  It was beyond neat.  Crush swam up to our table and started talking and asking questions of everyone.  This interactive addition was extremely entertaining.  It continued throughout our dinner.

Bruce (the shark) was present, of course, and swimming so fast I could hardly take his picture.   The blow fish, Nemo, and Dori buzzed by and talked quickly.



The ray was a beautiful deep blue with white dots on its back.  I don't know his name or how he is woven into the story, but he was beautiful in the restaurant aquarium.

Once again, I waddled out of the restaurant and moved toward one of the theatre areas to see tonight's show - BELIEVE.

BELIEVE

The story is of a scientist who doesn't believe in Fairies but is trying to get his plant to grow.  His daughter, who does believe in Fairies, says if he believes the Fairies will help his project.

The characters from Disney movies all perform dances and songs about believing and wishing.

And, of course, when it ends his plant grows, and Everyone lives "HAPPILY EVER AFTER."






When the show was over, I went back to my stateroom and once again, fell asleep immediately.  So much to do; so little time.

Tomorrow is our last day.  We dock early.

AHOY, II - The Sequel

After a fantastic first day and a relaxing night, Saturday was another exciting time of expectations.  I had breakfast on the verandah, showered and got ready to go onto the Bahama Island.  It was chilly to me, so I layered just to get off the ship.

Charles had arranged a bus tour for me. (He thought of everything)  Anna Nicole Smith must have been quite a celebrity here for every other sentence had her name in it referring to her life while she was living there.  There were some beautiful old buildings, lots of tourist areas, restaurants, aquarium, casino and a straw market.

This decoration was in the entrance to the casino.  I'm not sure of the structure material, but it made for a great presentation.

Many of the shops and restaurants had varied offerings and seemed to welcome everyone with their wares.  After several hours of viewing, I returned to the ship and got ready for dinner.  There are such sumptuous offerings of food at dinner that I don't want to miss, I already decided to skip lunch while on the cruise.

Being a "guinea pig", of sorts, for Disney on the Inaugural voyage is anything but mundane or boring.  In true Disney style, everything is unbelievably opulent and grand - the size of the ship, the decor, the staff and of course the food.


The table setting was more elegant for this restaurant.  With golds and bronzes throughout, the decor lived up to the name.


The chandelier for the Royal Palace Restaurant was something my Kayla would love for her room.  Draped off the side were glass slippers.  (Truly made for a Princess.)




I almost forgot about taking a picture of my onion soup appetizer.  As you can tell, it was delicious.  As was the salad
that I had after it.


Lamb, au gratin potatoes and green beans never tasted so good.  I'm not sure what was in the sauce, but it was amazing.  


Again, I was forced to order dessert.  Being a "Creme Brulee" officiant of sorts, I had to order it.  

Even though the Great Temptations dish looked very tempting, I always have to try new creme brulees.  


This was just okay; almost a little bland.  In my opinion, it could have used some chocolate mousse or strawberry something or other under the creme.
But remember - I am VERY picky about that particular dessert.  It also had a "foamy" tasting cookie type offering on top with a strawberry in the middle.  


Other offerings were Roast Beef with a risotto and veggies, AND cheese ravioli dish with greens included.
It all looked delicious.

Two other desserts chosen were a chocolate mousse cake with whipped creme, and a sponge cake with strawberries and yogurt.


After the day off ship, the fantastic dinner and great conversation with our dinner companions, the "Pirates Show w/fireworks was next on the agenda.  I'm not a pirate fan, and I've probably seen a "kidzillion" fireworks that Disney has had, I opted out of the show and opted TO go back to the stateroom.  I was asleep almost as soon as I hit the mattress.  (I don't remember even changing clothes)



Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

AHOY

Having my picture made with Captain Mickey was an exciting way to start the cruise.  We boarded the ship by 1:30, had lunch at Cabanas, which is a buffet.  Just a "few" of the offerings were ham, crab, shrimp fixed 4
different ways including a shrimp salad, salmon fillet with bacon wrap, lamp chops, and any type of salad or veggie you might want.  Carved road beef was also available, but I went straight for the "peel and eat" shrimp.

An emergency drill was a mandatory meeting with a "good time had by all." An official welcome from Mickey And Minnie on 11th deck was next on the agenda.  A short rest in the stateroom, and off to dinner at the "Enchanted Gardens" Restaurant.  We rotated from Enchanted Gardens on Friday,  to Royal Palace on Saturday, and last on Sunday night to Animator's Palate.. The staff and other couple at our table also rotated with us.


On Friday night, at the Enchanted Gardens Restaurant, I chose an appetizer, salad, and entree that all had mushrooms as a base.  (I guess         
I was in a "mushroomy" mood)  The appetizer had mushrooms and mozzarella cheese.  The salad had chopped mushrooms in with a few greens. The entree was a saute' mushroom dish with sun dried tomatoes, and a sauce with a smooth, creamy guacamole base.  (Outstanding)  Dessert was NOT made of mushrooms, but called Great Temptations - Three mini desserts that just melted in your mouth. The first one to the left is a strawberry creme with a chocolate on the top, middle one was a lemon cake with lemon filling and chocolate swirled topping; and a chocolate mousse with creme.  Again,  unbelievably  delicious. 

As I waddled out of the restaurant, trying to let my food digest, someone suggested we go to the ice cream parlor.  (I couldn't believe he said that.)

To top off the evening, there was a performance of Disney's signature ship show, THE GOLDEN MICKEYS.  We saw this in Hong Kong when we were there, so I knew what to expect-outstanding entertainment.  The premise is they are awarding "Golden Mickeys" (not Oscars) to special shows and/or movies that were made by Disney.  Each "candidate" performed their section of the movie being considered.  Cruella was her usual "self".  Beauty and the Beast were also part of the show. There was also Pocahontas, Tarzan, and many other characters and wonderful music.

Afterward off to our stateroom and let the ship sweetly rock me to sleep.  Totally Awesome day.  I am truly blessed.

Waxing wise

Events in my life are sometimes less vivid as the years go by.  Tom's birthday is not one of those days.  Yesterday he would have been 65. Would he have retired?  Would we have been able to travel?  What would have been had he lived?  Can't really say.  I just know I still miss him.

My oldest son, Tom(my), sent me a text.  Not long or wordy; just - "Thinking of you today."  Whether he knows it or not, I appreciate that more than I could ever say.  Once in a while, he surprises me. He doesn't know it, he probably IS my favorite. He is the first born. Tom and I were so in love and excited about each other.  It's hard to beat that.  Charles is my extra blessing.  Unexpected but such a joy at a time when a lot wasn't right with Tom and my relationship.

Both my natural sons are unique in their own right.  They show their love in different ways.  My "adopted" sons are equally different.  Bret is more like Charles than Tom could ever be.  He and his family are such a part of my life they seem like they have always been here.  I haven't seen Edward in a while.  I miss him so much.  We text and email, but it's not the same.  And, my newest "adoptee" (Mock) has added dimensions and areas not previously there in my life.  All in all, God continues to surprise me when I least expect a new blessing.

Unexpected

Ween took me for a walk today.  If she hadn't, I would have missed the most glorious sight.  The sky was ablaze with an unbelievably gorgeous rainbow. It went from one side of the sky to the other with bright vivid colors sparkling in the rising sun.  No rain. No thunder. No storm of any kind; just this incredible sight, for me.

Having always loved rainbows, this to me was a sign from God.  If you remember, God gave Noah a rainbow to tell him the storm was over.  I receive this sign, today, to indicate my storm is over.  

One of the many "perks" of living in Florida is the beautiful sunrises and sunsets.  


On the other side of the apartment, the sun was rising; the clouds were rolling across the sky and even Ween was amazed at the sight. 


It was an unreal morning experience and I almost missed it.  Thanks Ween.

The future is?

Watching the tree blink the reds, blues, and greens, I can't help but wonder what is in store for this year.  It's a clean slate. It's unused. It's full of promise and hope.  I am also drinking coffee for the first time in this apartment.  My roommate bought me a coffee pot and a toaster yesterday just so I could start the year properly. (He's been very good to me).

I try not to delve into motives, but my brain jumps to - "Why am I in this place and time?"  Ween is asleep; Mock is asleep. And, I'm awake.  Lots of questions.  As you know, my name means "Question" in Hebrew, and I certainly live up to that.  My thoughts flit from thing to thing; not concentrating long on any one event or an unknown for very long.  Have I always been that way?  I think so. It's easy for me to appear to be listening by looking attentive; the volume inside my head will be muted and I'm off in my happy place once again.

Enjoying the coffee with the quiet stillness that surrounds me. I look forward to my cruise which is coming up in six days; another new experience holds adventure and excitement.  I remember this little girl in the backwoods of her childhood, who thought there must be more to life than what I was experiencing and yet, I had no hope of seeing it.  Life is interesting, isn't it?

HAPPY NEW (WHATEVER)

Looking back on 2010, I can't help but think of the many experiences that have occurred.  


Ween has taught me a lot - Resting is good; eating is good; potty is good and then go back to resting.  (She's very wise).  I have also learned - Plans are flexible; don't hold onto "things" too tightly; cherish your friends and family; dream a little dream occasionally; and, by all means - ENJOY WHERE YOU ARE, NO MATTER WHAT.


My life has changed so drastically that I don't really know WHO I am supposed to be.  At one point in my life, that would have freaked me out.  As my sister-in-law has said, "I am in a holding pattern.  Just hang on; God is working."  She's right.  I am also learning to be patient.  For me, that has been a hard lesson; one I am still trying to learn.  


I don't know a lot of things - where I am headed; what will happen; and, I could go on forever.  One thing I do know -  I am truly blessed and I thank God for that.  

Different

It seems that daily I experience changes in my life, and this holiday season is no different.  Instead of meeting with all the family on Christmas Day, we spread it out over 3 days.  Trying to get schedules together is more than I could deal with. I gave up and decided to feed "WHOEVER" and "WHENEVER" they showed up at the apartment.  It does elongate the gift giving but to a certain extent it is very tiring.  I used to be able to "throw" a party together with a moments notice. (Ah, the good old days.)

Elder son, Tom, made it out of DC just in time.  My sister-in-law and niece also made it here.  Now the trick - get back home.  Lila, my sister-in-law, is leaving tomorrow.  It is especially sad for me when she leaves.  She has been a wonderful mentor and prayer partner for many years.  I so appreciate her.  But, for now, she has to go back to Nashville.

Tom is in St Pete visiting friends after being here for several days.  He brought his dog, Luke, and decided to stay at a motel close by.  Luke and Ween's altercation was unreal.  Wiener was high pitched, running around, yelping and barking.  Tom said Luke thought he got a new, battery powered squeaky toy for Christmas.  That IS what she looked like "flying" around the living room.

(This is the tree that my friend Vicki bought me, even delivering it.  I have unbelievably wonderful friends)

Ween needs to go to obedience school, per Tom, and he's probably right, but Luke WAS in her home and she didn't like it. Either pooch would have been fine by themselves.

We exchanged gifts; not so much this year.  And, I am so glad.  None of us "NEED" anything.  I was personally glad to see the reduction.  My only sad part was that Edward and Betty were not here.  I miss them so much.

Tom is leaving some time this week; not sure exactly when.  I hope I get to see him on his way out.  And, next week, all will quiet down again.  

Best wishes and prayers to all who read this.  God bless.

CEL-E-BRATE GOOD TIMES; COME ON

This time of the year is always filled with emotions for me.  Happy, sad, up, down, and definitely remembrances.  This is one of the times I miss living in my house.  Lots of room to decorate; lots of decorations.  PICTURE THIS - the 90s (1990s)  OCTOBER 30.  For me, the start of the REAL holidays.  In School, get out the turkey pictures, fall colors, etc.  At Home, dig out the bins of decorations. Not only decorating, but food - cookies, candy; YES, even fruitcake; pumpkin pies, Farm Store's Eggnog (the only kind to have), and, of course,  more food.

I don't decorate as large a space now.  That isn't an issue.  I've pared the boxes down to 10 from over 20, so I feel good about that, but I miss all the chaos and clamoring - Christmas cards; Boys at home, school out for two weeks; having money to buy lots of presents; even Tom fussing about so many decorations.

I remember one year so clearly.  As most everyone knows, Tom and I were divorced for 3 years and then remarried.  This particular time was, I think, the first Christmas we were back together.  It was very special and I wanted everything to  be perfect.  Unfortunately, I caught the flu from one of my "cherubs" at school and came home on Monday before Thanksgiving, deathly ill.  I looked at all the decorations I had out, our trees were all real at that time, and I had not purchased it yet.  I slowly turned and went into the bedroom TO DIE. Tom came home, saw me in bed, asked about me, and he slipped into his "servant" mode.  (He started using that aspect of his personality with me after we remarried)

He went to the store bought ginger ale, crackers, cheese, bacon, and some other items.  (He remembered that I always want bacon when I'm sick.  Who knows why that is; it has just always been.)  I don't recall the rest of that day, and most of the next.  I was starting to come out of it on the third day, which was Wed.  I smelled the bacon cooking, and "STAGGERED" out of the bedroom to follow the smell.

My wonderful husband had cleaned the house, purchased a tree, decorated it and the rest of the house, and fixed me a large plate of bacon, and had even set the table.  I couldn't stop crying.  And so that you will know how REALLY special this was, if you haven't already, for the first 10 years of our marriage, Tom did not want to celebrate the holidays.  (Most of his memories were not as happy as they could have been)

Things are different now.  As I sit here on the couch, watching my partly decorated "real looking" tree flashing all the lights - the memories are so real. If the good Lord allows, I will make many more.  I look forward especially to this year - new start; new tree (not real this year but bought just for me by a wonderful friend) and I definitely can't wait to see all my Family.

Having "OPEN HOUSE" this year Noon until . . . Come join us.  Call for directions. EVERYONE IS WELCOME HERE.