yeah. oh, and there will be a little bit of swearing today. just so you know.

so, it’s been kinda hot here in the northwest. z, mr sparkles and myself decided to visit a place called wild waves, located about two-and-a-half hours north of home base. to be more specific, i said, hey, let’s go to a winery. mr sparkles said, i kinda want to get wet. i said, what about that place off I-5 in washington? he looked it up online, and we bought tickets.

now, this is important. i asked mr sparkles, do they have their hours of operation on the site? just check to make sure they’re open and everything. he said, yeah yeah. of course they are.

that’s called foreshadowing.

anyway, we buy three tickets for saturday. we drive up to beautiful federal way, washington. which really is a beautiful area. we get there around three in the afternoon, because it’s freakin’ saturday and, as a group, we decided to sleep in. we manage to get off the freeway and find our way to the entrance. which is no small feat. because, even though you can see the park from the freeway, there are no signs. there’s no real easy way to get from point A to point B. we end up driving through a residential area, with z and mr sparkles in the front seat going, should we just pull over and knock on someone’s door? then there’s me in the back, with my knitting, saying, it’s gotta be a few more blocks that way, and pointing. i’m right, but still. there really should be signs.

so. we get there, we pull up to the parking kiosk. where we’re told the park is closed for a private function.

awesome!

basically, according to the parking dude (who is maybe 16, and acne is fighting world war III on the kid’s face. mean, yes, but i’m still a little bitter about all this), a church organization has rented the entire park for an event, and we have to have special tickets. meaning, we’d have to buy new tickets. we can still come in, but the tickets we’ve already bought are not valid for this special event. parking dude said the event is listed on the calendar on the website.

i reach over and hit mr sparkles. i told you to check, i said.

we’ve come all this way, so we park. we go up to the ticket booth. there’s a lady standing there with a bunch of tickets. she tells me she just has too many, and will gladly sell us three of them. we buy them and head in. our tickets bought online were $35 per. the tickets from the very nice lady – whom i referred to as “a scalper for christ” – were only $20 per. not as bad, but still. we’re still grumbling a little while we walk over to a roller coaster and get in line. we ride the roller coaster, and it’s awesome. as we’re getting off, we notice the ride is shutting down. mr sparkles goes over and asks one of the roller dudes why it’s closing. roller dude says, oh, all the rides are closing in 15 minutes for the bands.

i… we… wait, what? closing the park for jesus time? what?

yeah, he says. the church group brought all these christian bands, and they’re gonna play for the next four hours. so, they’re closing all the rides. he shrugs. the church paid a lot of money to do this, so that’s what they’re doing.

we drove nearly three hours and paid $55 to ride one roller coaster.

upset is too bland a word for how we felt. mr sparkles stalked off to find a smoking area, while z and i headed to guest services. i let her yell at some poor lady behind a desk while i sat outside watching people. the jesus people seemed to have no concept of personal space. they’d walk by, and step on my feet. it’s not like i have super long legs, or i was stretched out across the walkway. i’m pretty much short and visually unobtrusive. and yet… i was trampled.

also? i try really hard not to judge people’s bodies. we have too many body issue-related diseases and disorders in this culture of ours for me to be casually making fun of someone’s thighs, you know? however. i believe there should be some common sense. like, if you can’t see your toes, maybe you shouldn’t be wearing a string bikini.

i’m just saying, is all.

so, z vents her frustrations, and gets free passes for us to come again. no apology, no real refund. on the plus side, z’s buying our passes from us, and taking her kids on another weekend. they’ll totally enjoy it. and while i’d kind of like to go another time, i feel a little burned by the jesus people. and yeah, on the way back to the car, i said, dudes, jesus ruined our saturday.

and yet, that’s not the end of the story.

getting back on the freeway is even more complicated than getting off the freeway. we drive around looking for an onramp going north or south. there is nothing we can see. there are no signs to suggest there are ways of getting on the freeway. we’re driving around a little burg called milton. parallel to the freeway, but not on the freeway. adjacent to and in the vicinity of the freeway, but not actually bisecting the freeway. finally, there are signs when we drive further south and leave the town of milton altogether. we’re sitting at the light, talking about the amazing lack of onramps or even helpful arrows. from the backseat, i say, fuck milton in the ass.

we all laugh.

if i were inclined to find a silver lining in all this – and i sorta am – then i’d have to say that i got some great one liners out of the whole escapade. and i got some knitting done. as i’m sitting here, i’m fighting the urge to head over to zazzle and make shirts that say,’ jesus ruined my saturday’ (the graphic would have to be a little cartoon puppy with sad eyes), and ‘fuck milton in the ass’ (as long as i’m going to hell here, this one would have to have a giant fist on it. maybe a fist with a freeway sign).

and that’s how jesus ruined my saturday. thanks for stopping by.

so, i’m typing from southern california.

hi!

my day started out just awful. i got to the check in counter one minute past their baggage check deadline, and they refused to check my bag (seriously? i was 50 minutes early. i hate you, united airlines). so, i have to carry on my bag. because i wasn’t expecting to carry my bag onto the plane with me, i had soap and lotion and all the little assorted things you take with you when you leave your room. not only do most of my toiletries get confiscated (i should have just burned a $50 bill), but i get searched. like, bodily searched. like, with the little hand wand and a full pat-down.

also? when we landed at LAX, we were 15 minutes early. that annoyed me to no end. i could have checked my damn bag if we were so ahead of schedule.

anyway. worst flight experience in quite awhile for me.

but, ye gods bless moi. she not only took me to a lovely yarn store, but we swung by giant robot. which is honestly one of the coolest shops in the history of the ever ever if you’re a geeky dork. such as we are. anyway, we each made silly purchases. but, we had an honest-to-goodness snort over this:

sure he's happy.

yeah, it looks like a random alien toy. but check the closeup:

insert your own dorky joke here.

in lieu of a wang, the alien has this. an on/ off switch. which – let’s face it – is standard in human males also. and don’t ask me what it did when the switch was… er… toggled. this one didn’t have batteries, so we don’t know.

we saw a little anger:

he wants to eat my intestines.

and… well, i’m speechless.

bananas gone wild! yeah, those are nanners in stockings.

the japanese are an unusual people. i must join them immediately.

i just won’t fly united to get to them. united asshats, if you ask me.

thanks for stopping by.

i have a few separate things to talk about, and none of them really match. so, i’m going to mash everything together and hope for the best.

#1- i went to the aquarium saturday. it was a lovely day, and i kinda wish i lived at the aquarium. any aquarium, i guess, but specifically this aquarium. where they have a special exhibit of weird-looking critters.

#2- i went to the doctor this morning. i’ll be having an MRI on tuesday.

#3- i went out to dinner this evening with a nurse i work with. we don’t see each other often, but we seem to get the same buttons pushed in the same sequence, if that makes sense.

i am fascinated with jellyfish

the place we had dinner at was one of those salad buffet kind of places. the salads aren’t boring, and they have fabulous soup and cornbread. but… well, i don’t know when this started, this salad buffet thing. i know buffets exist, and i know salad bars exist. i just don’t remember when the entire buffet was leafy greens, you know? and really, i’ve only noticed them in the pacific northwest. i’m sure they thrive in many other climates. i don’t know. it’s just kooky. in a good way.

this place was totally packed. we lucked out and got a booth, my nurse friend and i. my salad was wonderful, and the soup i followed it up with was the bomb. it was corn chowder with bacon, and this place has the soups set up next to this build-your-own-potato bar thinger. i scored some bacon bits to slap atop my soup, which i think was what put the soup over the edge.

the potato bar – which sounds like the kind of place that would have an amazing karaoke night – had all its condiments labeled, and the one that caught my eye was the marshmallow whipped cream. i wish i had a picture of this to show you all, but you’ll just have to take my word for it. i did not taste it. i couldn’t even bring myself to touch the spoon sticking out of it. just staring at the label seemed to deliver sugar straight to my bloodstream. i went back to our booth, and told my friend, dude, you have to go check out the whip cream. which is a weird thing to say to your dining partner in the best of circumstances. she went and had a gander, then she came back to tell me she was scared of such a thing.

yeah, it’s only marshmallow whip cream. it’s not armageddon, or flash fried crickets or anything like that. but still.

it just doesn't look real. but it swims crazy fast

you also overhear strange things in a place like that. while i was up getting that phenom soup, i overhead a woman talking to her uncle, or some male relative. they were discussing the upcoming wedding, and she was really upset because her hairdresser had cancelled her appointment because she had pneumonia. the woman was saying, i mean, it’s my hair on my big day. surely she can drag herself out of bed for that. i don’t want some random woman touching my head, you know?

i really wanted to throw my soup at this woman. she had very strange hair. it was streaked blond and black, and neither really seemed to be dominant on her head. when we were walking out of the dining room, we saw the woman with a large party of people. i would assume her wedding is happening in a few days, and these are the relatives that have gathered thus far. a few tables over, my friend pointed out one of the cutest babies ever. she has a thing for newborns, and she nudged me and said, that one looks pretty fresh. he was cute, chubby, and unwrinkled. his eyes were huge, and he kept sweeping them about the room over his dad’s shoulder. the whole language was, i was fine where i was. why did mom push me out here? who are these people? what’s wrong with that woman’s hair?

that kid was a bundle of cute, i tell you.

hagfish. aka slime eel. they generate gallons of snot. no joke.

this morning, i went to the doctor because of shoulder pain. it’s been an ongoing problem, and one my prior doctor didn’t take seriously. she would tell me to not sleep on that side, and that was about it. it’s not a huge deal most of the time, but recently the pain has gotten worse. it has also gone from being a right-shoulder-only problem to involving both shoulders. also also, i have had tingling in both hands. like, when you sit on your foot, and it falls asleep. pins and needles. which in itself is not a big deal, like i said. but since i rely on my fingers to palpate for veins and such, it’s becoming a big deal. my new doctor – whom i really like, because he makes eye contact, makes sense, and knows how to spell and order lab tests correctly (these things are a big deal when you work at the same place you rely on for healthcare) – did some minor poking and prodding at me. i mean, really minor. squeezed my shoulders, nudged some nerve/ pressure points in my wrists, that sort of thing.

i don't know what it's called, but it was cool looking

here’s the problem. my hands still hurt, and that was over 12 hours ago. my shoulders are crazy achy, and in particular my left thumb hurts quite a bit. it was pretty immobile for the majority of the day. when we were driving to dinner, my friend said it looked like i was trying to pull apart a rusty hinge, because i kept stretching the joint that connects my thumb to my hand. i was showing her how little i could move it, and it’s really uncomfortable. even now, typing is a little weird, because i’m trying not to move my thumb.

he asked me if i was stretching on a regular basis, and i said i’d been going to yoga class once or twice a week. he asked if i was taking any anti-inflammatories, and i told him about the pm pain reliever i have to take at night so i can sleep.

anyway. we scheduled an MRI, which is kinda cool because i don’t think i’ve ever had an MRI before. while he’s clacking away on the computer, my doctor says casually, yeah, once we have a look at your neck, we’ll know more about what’s going on. hopefully we can find a non-invasive solution.

which is another reason why my new doctor is awesome. i’ve only met with him two times, but each time he was all about the simplest plan of action. if he can avoid giving me a prescription, he will. it has a lot to do, i’m sure, with him looking at my medical history, looking at what i’ve been through thus far, and maybe making things easier for me. i actually interviewed a few doctors before i chose a new primary last year, which is something everyone should do, but almost no one wants to do. he told me on my pre-visit that if i want hollistic, he’s my guy. if i want a laundry list of prescriptions, and lots of labwork, maybe i should find someone else. which i am on board with.

so, when he casually said non-invasive, i thought, you mean, there may have to be an invasive solution? i’ve had surgery, but i’m not a fan. anaesthetic gives me nightmares, and i have a really hard time waking up. i tend to have a pre-knockout freakout, which doesn’t help matters. in general, i’m not a fan of being opened up again. even if it is in a new and exciting location.

can you spot the seaponies?

so, an MRI. on one hand, i’m kinda excited to have that done, because it’ll be interesting, and it may help me help other people in the long run. i’m hoping they’ll find an answer to the issues i’m having, because that would be great. i’m curious if they’ll be able to tell if my scoliosis has progressed any since my last x-ray, which was forever ago. on the other hand, i’m a little worried that they WILL find something. maybe all my time as a human punching bag so long ago damaged the cartilage in my shoulders, and now it’s getting to the point where my circulation is being affected.

i’d also love to be told, oh, no big deal, go see a chiropractor. get more massages. go to more yoga classes. take more vitamin B, and sit up straight.

you realize, of course, that this impedes my ability to knit.

i know it doesn't look like much, but this eel was bigger than a good sized dog

crap.

at least this flirty sea otter will still love me

thanks for stopping by.

hm.

i’m sitting on the floor. the floor of the terminal. the terminal in sacramento, california. shoes off, for reasons that escape me. and my plane, which was supposed to be leaving in about 45 minutes (i’m totally one of those people that insist on getting to the airport at least an hour early, because i’ve nearly missed my plane enough times to be neurotic about it), is now not gonna leave for almost double that.

thank christ and the airport authority for the wifi. i loathe hurrying up to wait, i tell you what.

so, i was just visiting my parents for thanksgiving. and usually, i try to have a list of things to be thankful for. this year, they seem to revolve around not living near my parents. and also? i’m thankful i brought a couple of the knitting projects to occupy my hands.

anyway. while i try not to chew my own leg off here on the floor, i bring to you a quick list of crazy:

• while my dad has been pulling his own teeth instead of going to the dentist, my mom’s are naturally falling out. i wish i were making that up. my dad’s missing teeth are all on the upper level, while my mom’s are on the lower level. it’s kinda cute how they’re sorta a matched set.
• all flights are delayed, it seems. one of the check-in dudes at the gate is doing a spontaneous karaoke. he is getting thunderous applause.
• i’ve been with my folks for the last six days. they live in the middle of freaking nowhere. it’s almost culture shock to see more than three people in one room here.
• i’m possibly the only person here not wearing jeans.
• both of my folks’ dogs are rescues. they were both found on the side of the road, pretty close to starved. the smaller dog, whom i believe to be a pekingese, barks constantly at anyone who is not my parents. animals usually love me, but these two are understandably guarded in regards to anyone who is not – or are not – my parents. hey, guess who isn’t my parents?
• i got to drive a tractor. strangely, there are no photos of this event.
• saw lots of jackrabbits. and was amused to learn that the woodpeckers around here think my parents’ house is pretty tasty.
• my mom is still stoned 24/7, thanks for asking.
• six days with a yapper dog planted outside my bedroom door makes me long for the relative quiet of my regular digs, complete with loud, annoying, and odoriferous boys on the rampage. last night, yapper barked for nearly two hours.
• pumpkin cheesecake is awesome.

still and all, there’s no place like home. let’s hope i get there sometime tonight, eh?

happy belated holiday, and thanks for stopping by.

you know that feeling. you haven’t talked to one of your closest friends in, like, forever, and when you finally do get the chance to catch up, you’re stunned into silence. because you haven’t talked in so long, you’ve no idea where to start.

yup. welcome to my den of iniquity. take your shoes off at the door, please. i think i’ll just start somewhere in the middle.

so, for halloween? went to disneyland. actually, i went to southern california for a reason or two other than the mouse. first, moi had bought bacon. second, i needed to rub yet another dog’s ass. third, i felt it necessary to attend a concert put on in the birdman’s honor. which was a beautiful and strange affair.

he draws what the music tells him to

the final act was this amazing instrumetal piece, along with a… well, i guess he’d be a performance painter. as the guys played, he drew on this light-up board/ sketchpad thinger. it was sort of like pictionary, but with music instead of words and clues. i mean, the whole concert was mind-blowing. oh, and go check out the cheat. nice guys, great musicians, and slightly silly individuals.

disneyland on halloween was crazier than i thought it would be, but not as scary as i anticipated. see, when i was a wee lass in southern california, my friends as i would go to knott’s berry farm for halloween. where they hired extra people to jump out at you from the bushed. and where folks in very strange face make-up would approach you with a plastic ice pik, and say stuff like, “i’ll pick yer nose for a nickel.” this was the late eighties, so i guess people were a little nuttier back then. or maybe it was because knott’s just won’t ever be as cool as the mouse. they were the awesome back then, but not so much anymore.

anyway. i digress hugely.

cheese never tasted so pumpkin-y

i do enjoy visiting the mouse. i’d be hard pressed to tell you exactly why i like it. i mean, it’s totally geared to kids and young-ish adults. but, as i’ve discovered, it’s also partial to ladies in their thirties who have no desire to have children, but who do like their wine. and no, they don’t serve wine in the main park. that i’m aware of, anyway. although, while moi and i were in line for the alice in wonderland ride, the dad in the family ahead of us was drinking wine out of a little plastic cup. and he smelled a bit like he lived inside a wine casket.

although, they don’t have nearly enough stuff with thumper the rabbit emblazoned on it. seriously, why is it all about tinkerbell? both thumper and tinkerbell were side characters in disney movies, and it’s that blonde minidress-wearing fairy that gets all the love.

i’m just saying, is all.

oh, they had a little day of the dead display in frontierland.

this-is-halloween! this-is-halloween!

easily my favorite skeleton. and i didn’t know this, but they totally trick out the haunted mansion to be a “nightmare before chrstmas” sort of ride. which was so very cool. yeah, if you’re a purist you may not dig it, but i figure it’s temporary, so it’s okay. i love the unadorned haunted mansion ride. but, turning it into jack’s house? pretty cool.

what is this? or, this is the house that jack built, y'all!

i mean, how can you not love jack? and, before anyone complains about my next picture, i have a disclaimer. i hate it when people take pictures inside the rides. first, they never turn their damn flash off. second, there’s usually a recording that asks you not to take pictures. it’s a little like peeking behind the powerful oz’s curtain, you know? so, i generally don’t agree with this srt of behavior. however, i try to leave my flash off whenever possible. and there was no recording saying i should tuck my little camera away. finally, both times we went on this ride, it stopped. so we had three to five minutes to check out our surroundings. which is the biggest invitation ever, really.

you really haven't lived until dead pumpkins have sung to you.

so. totally. cool.

the whip cream on my halloween pie was the bradbury tree. it was so amazing to look at.

why yes, i will be doing this when i buy my own house.

i think moi can attest to the fact that i probably would have stood staring at it all night, if it weren’t for all the other cool stuff i just had to go stare at.

oh, and here’s a gratuitious weiner shot. i mean, dog shot.

obviously, she knows how to thwart me

yet another dog named bean. looking abnormal.

i took scads of pictures, so if you’d like to stare at more of the stuff i stared at, find me at flickr.

i have lots more to tell you guys, but i also need to get some laundry happening.

kiss kiss for now, and thanks for stopping by.

so, what’s the deal with thumper, the rabbit from the movie bambi? there’s so little thumper swag available. it’s all about that damn hussy, tinkerbell.

anyway. experiencing picture difficulties once again. but!

i love how these two thumpers look like back-up gospel singers.

thanks for stopping by.

the weather here is so very lovely that i have been neglecting the computer altogether. the kids – aka, moi’s dogs, bean and biscuit – have been attentive. and also very kind to share their outdoor space when i go in the backyard with my coffee in the morning. disneyland is still disneyland. we went sunday for moi’s birthday, and while i did not take may pictures, we did both get the mouse ears hats with our names on them.

mine is green, and it has a little leprechaun-ish hat atop the hat. so dorky it’s awesome.  pictures to follow at some point.

yesterday, we went and saw miss pettigrew lives for a day.  it’s a sweet movie, with good music and great clothes. trailer here.

tomorrow… we hit knott’s berry farm. totally thrilling, because i haven’t been since i was in junior high.  yes, we are pre-teens with credit cards.

so, hi. see y’all in a few days. thanks for stopping by.

normally, i disagree with wearing socks with sandals. however, since we’re required to more or less strip for security purposes at the airport, i am here in socks and sandals, waiting for my flight.

clinicals, they are done. vacation, it has begun. the knitting will resume as soon as i put the compy away.

you know what else kind of torques me about the airport? the connection. i mean, yeah. i’m happy there’s any connection at all. but it’s slower than a turtle on methadone, you know? getting into my email was… trying.

and i’m totally eavesdropping on the two business-y tools down the row from me. jackasses, i tell you. i kind of want to slap the cell phones from out of their clammy hands.

i may be wound up and grouchy. thanks for stopping by.

i’ve been here, at the hospital i work at, for eight hours already. and yet… i have four more to go. i think. the math’s a bit foggy at the moment.

and i plan to blame my complete lack of photos on the fact that i’m working a long day. in what will be a series of long days.

argh.

see, i normally don’t talk about my work. or rather, i try not to talk about my work. it’s embarrassing to me when people decide they have so little to say, or they think themselves so void of interest, that they talk on and on (and maybe on and on) about their job. sure, it’s where a lot of us spend the majority of our waking hours. and some of us had to go to school to work where we do. so, it’s a big deal. but… well. i just don’t hold with the concept of defining oneself by what one does for money. does that make sense? i mean, i’ll totally talk about something funny or gross that happened at work, if i think it will entertain people. and, as an aside – i think both moi and birdman can attest that i maybe have the trump card when it comes to gross stories. but anyway. i try not to talk about the minutia. the fact that i only took one day off from work, and yet it looks like i was gone for a week. i have, essentially, four inboxes, and they are all rather full. still. see? kinda boring.

my point is – you are not your job. and neither am i.

having said that, because i came to work early, i missed a knitting event being held at a pirate-themed tavern. oh, i really wanted to go. i hope they have another one. because nothing would thrill me more than some knitters knitting like pirates. or whatever. and because i came to work early, i left my camera and laptop at home. but it’s okay, because i didn’t take that many pictures. and i took absolutely none of moi, which is abnormal. but i did photograph each of her dogs. one of which, i hear, has decided to moon over me. it’s nice.

so, thursday, i get on the plane. instead of knitting on a sock like i wanted to, i read an entire magazine. because while i’m not adverse to talking to people on a plane, i have criteria for doing so. i mean, apparently i have criteria. because when the guy with the blue-flowered backpack sat down next to me and instantly started asking me questions about what i was crocheting (different skill, asshat) (yeah, it’s kinda snotty to cop an attitude with someone that maybe knows nothing about yarn and whatnot, but still), i tucked the sock away and picked up my esquire. and almost immediately realized why i never buy esquire. largely, i don’t buy it because it’s a men’s magazine, and despite what the innernets say, i’m totally not a guy. but it featured a cover story on john edwards, and i was rather interested. i still don’t know jack about john, because the article seems to interview – in depth – everyone but edwards. too bad.

and if you’re interested in his run for the presidential nomination, google him yourself. that’s just how i roll, apparently.

when i got to the baggage claim at LAX, i was a bit stunned. my bag was the first one out the little chute. that never happens. it’s usually next to last, although i’m not sure why. anyway, moi picks me up, and we whisk away to her fabulous house, which was so full of books i though i was going to cry. and hardwood floors! books and no carpet are my favorite!

and the bed! my favorite! and the built-in bookcase! and the dogs! the one – this would be biscuit, who is counting the days until my return (yes, that’s a joke) – does this growl-y thing when you do something she likes. and her sister, bean, is just the sweetest.

eventually, we made our way to a wine bar for dinner. it’s called primitivo, and… well, it’s my favorite. my wine was yummy, the food was yummy, the conversation was yummy. shortly after dining, i fell asleep. because dudes, i had been up since four p.m. the day before. i was tuckered out.

friday was disneyland. but not before something between breakfast and lunch. now, a few and sundry words about disneyland. i used to live off ball road, which is the main road ouside the disney compound. there will be no ball jokes, i’ll tell you that right now. but, for four years, that’s the area i called home. i could see the matterhorn peak from my bedroom window. when they would do their fireworks every night in the summer, the best view was from the top of my bunkbed. the offramp from the freeway to get to disneyland used to run behind the fence of my best friend’s backyard. that was a little weird. i mean, it was a chain link fence, and her folks tried to dampen the noise of all the cars going to the happiest place on earth by growing vines over said fence. it didn’t work.

anyway. so, i lived in anaheim. close to this fabricated place, and in the middle of serious gangland. i think i may have already mentioned the gunshots i could sometimes hear at night. when you telll people you lived close to disneyland, they will always say, “oh, so you went all the time! that must have been fun!” and no, we did not go all the time. if my friends and i were allowed to partake in a theme park, we went to knott’s berry farm. it was cheaper, which means it was do-able on your allowance without having to ask your hippie parents for money, then having to hear about how the mouse was a corporate entity and couldn’t we do something a little less mainstream with our saturday? plus, and this is the odd part – going to knott’s did not require crossing any huge, ugly streets where people did not always stop at the red light. i can’t even tell you how may people were hit at that major intersection that we’d have to cross to walk to disney. it’s weird because knott’s is in buena park, and it was a two-bus jaunt from my house. but, we didn’t have to cross any streets to ge to those buses, and the second one dropped us at the buena park mall, which was next door to knott’s. my friends and i went to knott’s frequently. disneyland, not so much.

anyway…

disneyland. i meant to make moi drive through my old neighborhood, but that didn’t pan out. largely because disneyland now has its own freeway exit, which kind of bypasses the need to drive near my former home. and also because i had a hard time figuring out where the hell i was. i moved away in 1990, so it’s changed a lot since i was last there. i mean, i’ve visited friends and all, but usually i’m able to get to their homes without having to get too close to disneyland. since i’ve been gone, they’ve built a whole other park. not to mention a new parking lot. i seem to recall a strawaberry field where the lot is now. no joke.

and we had a blast. i love watching people, and i was doing a good job with keeping my catty comments to myself. shameful really, since i bet moi coulda topped most of the snotty things i was thinking about people. not all people, just certain folks here and there. i told moi about how my aunt jenny worked at disneyland for one or two years, as a character. in one of those hot and stuffy suits. oh! – remind me to tell you about how i had to wear a winnie-the-pooh suit once for work. it was amazingly hot inside that suit, and that was in seattle. i can’t even imagine what it’s like to have to wear one in southern california in august.

so. the rides are what they are. all of them lived up to my expectations. after careful consideration, my favorite has not changed. i have always loved space mountain, and i still love it. heaven would be five rides on space mountain every day, with breaks to knit with silky alpaca yarn. running a close second is the haunted mansion. i thought about this for quite a long time. because i really love the haunted mansion. the first time i remember going, it scared the living daylights out of me. sure, i was maybe six at the time. but it was truly creepy. and it always had the air conditioning. but it was my favorite for a while. then i grew a few inches, and was allowed to ride on space moutain. such is life.

this is really long-winded, so maybe i’ll stop here. still to come are more mouse droppings, cupcakes, and maybe a little chat about pooh bear. if i remember.

thanks for stopping by.

hi.

went to disneyland. having a fabulous time in southern california with moi, her dogs and birdman. oh, and the birds. which are making it sound like the amazon from across the house.

we’ll chat later. thanks for stopping by.