Bought It. Ate It.

Well, most of it.  And it was pretty good, considering that chocolate chip cookies are not my favorite.  But did I let that fact deter me from consuming most of it?  Of course not - I couldn't be that rude to Mr. Mouse!!

By the way, cookies are way larger than they appear on this blog - and we won't even mention the size of the plate!

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The Good Stuff From Today:  lunch at Be Our Guest with Molly; outlet shopping with Molly and Steve and getting dinner brought back

Just Another Disney Day ...

We started the day with a family fun run and ended it with the Expedition Everest 5K.  It sprinkled/rained during some of the family fun run and it was humid and warm during the 5K, hence my love hair-frizzled-do.  But it was fun, and I saw my friend, Disney volunteer coordinator Aisling, during both races. 
 
The 5K didn't start until 10pm and involved a 5K run with obstacles followed by a scavenger hunt.  Opting out of the after-party, we were back in our room by midnight.  Needless to say, it was a jarring wake-up call as to my lack of physical fitness.  If I can move at all on Sunday, guess I'll try to get committed to a plan.  Again ...

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The Good Stuff From Today:  races with Molly and Steve; eating around the F&G Festival with Molly; seeing Aisling; watching the Kentucky Derby

Up In The Air

This morning Steve, Molly, and I boarded a plane for a trip.  Doesn't matter where - I'll leave that up to your imagination.  Anyhow, on this trip Molly decided to sit with us (we fly Southwest where you can choose your own seat if you check in early enough) with me at the window, Molly in the middle, and Steve on the aisle.  Behind us sat two little girls and a dad (I think the little girls were cousins and the dad was only dad to one of them).

In case you didn't know, I am not a fan of being up in the air in a plane.  If I could be assured that I would never crash or have scary moments up there, I would be fine.  But since I can't, I definitely have a love/hate relationship with flying.  And today, leaving in somewhat overcast weather in Nashville and knowing that the same weather might be in our landing location, I was not any more thrilled about being up in those clouds.  Of course, it didn't help when one of the little girls behind me (the one who obviously had never flown before) started off by saying, "We're gonna die," and then proceeded to gasp and utter worried remarks even before we took off.

Eventually we did take off with no bumps and no shrieking from the girls behind us.  Although the seat belt light stayed lit the entire flight, the flight itself was smooth.  The girls behind were happy.  And then the pilot comes on and says that there will be bumps as we land and would the flight attendants clean up the cabin early and sit down and buckle up.  These are never reassuring words to me.  I look out the window and see clouds, but I could also see Downtown Disney (oops - guess you know where I was headed - shocker, I know), so as usual I was filled to the brim with mixed emotions.  I mean, if we were going down (dramatic much?) would we land on top of Cirque de Soleil? 

The flight attendants went through the cabin one last time, sat down, and buckled up.  I glared out the window, looking for offending clouds with potential damaging (to me, anyhow) winds, and practiced my Lamaze breathing techniques.  And then we descended through the clouds and landed.  Without. One. Single.  Bump.

Molly says it is because she is our good luck charm and we never have turbulence when she flies with us (her memory is flawed).  But I know better.  I know who is in charge of the skies and I continually pray that He finds us a smooth passage through the clouds.  But the thing is, even if that smooth passage isn't always found, I know who's really in charge.

And that's really all I need to know to get me back up in the air next time.

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The good stuff from today:  safe, smooth flight; girls behind me on plane; room ready upon arrival; seeing Aisling at the expo; lunch at ESPN Cafe; dinner at Be Our Guest; fun in the rain at the MK; cast member who took care of Molly and Steve's park passes; phone chats with Marilyn and Anne; crazy parking lot people at mall

Tripitis

Since Lynnette diagnosed her chalk-adversion issues, I decided I could diagnose my own maladies, my current one being tripitis (pronounced trip-EYE-tis).  These are the symptons:

• having a trip planned, usually months in advance
• realizing that you have a trip planned months in advance
• realizing that your house is one mess away from being an episode of "Hoarders"
• somehow not seeming to care that your house is a mess and you are going out of town on a trip
• thinking that the night before you are going on a trip and your flight leaves at 6am and you haven't packed mainly because all your "good" clothes are in the dirty clothes hamper, that this night would be an ideal night for having the family over for "Family Make Your Own Pizza Night."  At your house.  Which is still a mess.
• At the point that you realize your traveling clothes are dirty, your house is a mess, the family is coming over for dinner, and you have no idea what other important things you should be taking on this trip, you decide to sit at the computer and play solitaire.

The good news is that this malady usually is gone within 24-48 hours, because Papa Johns made the pizza, the clothes got washed, most of the clutter got stacked up so at least it looks neat and clean, and you managed to get a few hours of sleep before the airport run.

Case closed.  At least until you get back home, look at the calendar and see you have another trip planned this year.  Bring on the solitaire!!

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The Good Stuff From Today:  50 minutes of muscle manipulation (in other words, that good kind of pain) via Matt at Massage Envy; KB's birthday Athens birthday breakfast with Molly; Lindley and Everley time; Mathieu planting all the new plants around the house

I May Day

Today is the first of May, or May Day.  I think traditionally you are supposed to leave flowers on someone's doorstep and run away and/or dance around a maypole.  I chose to do neither of those today, but I did get to thinking (which is sometimes a dangerous thing), and I thought, "What if today was May I (you know, because a 1 can look like an I) or I May Day?  On May 1, you chose to do those things that you keep planning to do, and just do them?  In other words, today just say, 'I May (fill in the blank)' and then JUST GO DO IT?"

After thinking this profound thought, I decided to do it.  Due to a series of going places that weren't open yet, I wound up walking around downtown and decided that I was going to get my hair cut - short.  I walked past a barber shop and wondered if they would cut my hair.  But after reading their sign "Razor Cuts and Traditional Barber Cuts," I decided maybe not.  I kept walking and came across a salon that did cut women's hair, so I went in and got mine cut.  I am very happy with the results (sorry, no pictures) and glad that I carried through with my decision of, "I May Get My Hair Cut Off Today."

So maybe I've started a new personal tradition.  Maybe every first of May I will practice I May Day.  And maybe next year I will have a long list of things I get done.

Now that's worth dancing around a maypole!

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The Good Stuff From Today:  Salon staff; Everley time; taking Molly Rafferty's; Steve bringing Chic Fil A; accomplishing several tasks