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Weekend in Crappy Pics – Disney 2014 (pt.3)

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In case you missed the last couple posts, Disney (Part 1) and Disney (Part 2), I’m continuing our Disney trip with some more crappy pics.

 

Day 3 – Hollywood Studios

As you know, Frozen is all the rage right now, and nowhere in Disney is that more apparent than Hollywood Studios.

First we had to see the Frozen sing-a-long musical…which was AWESOME!

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Then we moved like cattle to a building that contained EVERYTHING and ANYTHING Frozen. Though I couldn’t find the feminine product line-  a bloated Elsa on the box, with sled shaped pads and tampons dangling from her castle like icicles.

 

Ana swore she had to have this t-shirt-

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 I swore I would NOT pay this price-

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so we distracted her with something shiny and free. Snow.

Welcome to Wandering Oaken’s Frozen Snowground, where it’s always 40 degrees, and you delightfully slip and slide on recycled slush while wearing shorts.

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Brian screaming over “Do You Want to Build a Snowman”: Oh my god, how long do we have to stay here?

Collin: Can we go?

me: It’s timed, so I think 5 minutes maybe?

Collin: Can we go?

me to cast member: How long do they play in that cold stuff?

Collin: Can we go?

cast member: 15 minutes.

me: oh..no..no..no..no…. (my visible breath swirling into the shape of a dagger before plunging into my heart)

Collin: MOM! That little girl just hit me in the face with an iceball!

 

Who knew Hell would be so cold?

 

 Day 4 – Blizzard Beach

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Sadly, this was the only photo I was able to take all day because I had to leave my phone in the locker. But if I did have my camera, this is what I would have captured…

1. Brian losing our locker key in the Lazy River. He spent a half hour with security, breaking into our locker and relocating our belongings.

2. Brian then losing our Disney Gift Card (which we had just loaded with money) on Runoff Rapids. They had to close the ride and call a diver in to retrieve it. Thankfully, the ride was configured in such a way that those waiting in line at the top were unable to see why it was stopped. “I wouldn’t volunteer you’re the reason.” was the advice given to us by the attendant.

3. Me and my mother-in-law ordering a drink from the bar at 2 pm because it had already been a long day.

 

Trick or Treating in Celebration, FL

 

Ah, Celebration, Fl, the idyllic little town that Disney built.

Judging by the small number of homes with lights on, it seems that most of these residences are used as vacation homes. But the ones that did give out candy went fantastically overboard!

Our little Elsa, even found an Anna and Kristoff!

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But here’s the weird thing…see that gate on their front porch? Almost all of the homes had them, like they were keeping us “out-of-towners” at a safe distance, off their porches and away from their breakables.

For a moment, I considered I might be paranoid, but then we came upon “jail house” where they pointed rifles and threw candy at us over a barbed wire fence.

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Something tells me this was a multifaceted design choice.

 

NEXT UP: Epcot and Disney Quest, then home…click here

How to Protect Your Candy: An after Halloween special edition.

“Protect my candy? Why? My kids collected tons of it!”

My Dear Reader,

Yes, you’ve trained your little Hunter/Gatherers well. You dressed them sweetly, taught them how to say “trick or treat” with an adorable little lisp, and had them memorize your top 5 favorite candy bars in alphabetical order because you’ll be damned if they come home with crappy Dum Dums again. So sure, you might be rolling in the Snickers now, but it won’t always be that way.

Candy gets eaten.

As the household’s candy resources begin to deplete, you’ll notice disturbing behaviors among certain family members, behaviors like: hording, bartering, extortion, and full-out raids carried out under the cover of darkness. And I’m not referring to the kids’ behavior. Look in the mirror, my friend.

In order to avoid all this ugliness, you need to be proactive by creating a secret stash. Don’t worry, I’m here to help!

The first thing you need to do is to separate the candy into two piles, candy you love and candy you hate.

Taffy? ugh. That should come with a coupon for a root canal.

Next, focus on hiding the candy you love. I like to choose my candy hiding spots by taking cues from drug trafficking movies. However, I don’t recommend shoving anything up your hooha- I did that once with Whoppers, the box ripped and I developed an epic yeast infection.

Some hiding locations I have successfully used are:

– Inside metal curtain rods

– Books that I’ve hollowed out (preferably ones that you’d never read. I use cookbooks)

– Tampon boxes (what sicko is looking in there for candy? Well, besides you.)

Damn right, Kit Kats are SUPER!

– under toilet tank covers

*A great hiding spot for almost anything…except kittens. don’t ask.

Now that your favorite candy is safe, you need to create an explanation regarding its disappearance.

The way you go about this is very specific to your family’s situation. Here are a couple options I’ve used over the years:

Does your child have allergies?

Collin is allergic to walnuts. They cause his lips to swell, his throat to itch, and his eyes to water. Needless to say he avoids them at all cost. So I tell him that I was forced to throw out all the candy that said “contains walnuts” or “may have trace amounts of walnuts” or “produced in a factory that uses walnuts”. Then I add “Sorry” (sad face). Consequently, he’s developed a paranoia about the candy industry trying to kill him.

 

Do you own a dog?

Mr. Bojangles is my fall guy. And it’s a role he’s comfortable playing as long as I slip him a Pop Tart for his troubles.

To pull this off, you need to spread your “hate pile” of candy on the floor, scatter some wrappers around, and place your dog in the center. Quickly (before your pet actually eats the candy) snap a picture of your “bad doggie” in a compromising position. Make certain that the picture is blurry- you want your children to believe you were rushing in to save their candy. tip: Remember to save this year’s empty candy wrappers for next year’s staging.

*if you don’t have a dog, you can use a fat cat. But never use a bunny or a goldfish, that’s just insulting your kid’s intelligence. Isn’t it bad enough that you’re lying?

 

It was poisoned!

Tell them, that during a routine candy inspection, you had reason to suspect a majority of the candy was tampered with. For their safety, you were forced to throw it out. Then launch into a 15 minute talk on Stranger Danger while enrolling them in a Safety Awareness course at the local community center, then eat your candy while they’re taking said course. I call that a win-win!

 

That’s all I got, guys. But if you have any other ideas, please share them in the comments section below. You can send your kids to only so many Stranger Danger classes before they either lose all faith in humanity or smell a rat.

 

 

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Free Advice Friday! Too much candy?

Dear Kim,

We have so much damn Halloween candy at our house! How do I keep my kids from eating it all? Should I just throw it away? I don’t want them to hate me but I also don’t need a huge dentist bill! Help!

Terri in Candyfrigginland, CA

Dear Terri,

Rule #1 – Never ever do anything that your children can pin directly on you. Raising kids that don’t hate you or rat you out to their future therapists requires a certain level of psychological manipulation on your part. Terri, you’ve come to the right place.

The first thing you need to do is to separate the candy into two piles, candy you love and candy you hate.

Taffy? ugh. That should come with a coupon for a root canal.

Next, you’ll want to hide your favorite candy for private consumption at a later date. I like to choose my candy hiding spots by taking cues from drug trafficking movies. However, I don’t recommend shoving anything up your hooha- I did that once with Whoppers and I swear those damn malt balls gave me a yeast infection.

Some locations I have successfully used are:

– inside metal curtain rods

– books that I’ve hollowed out (preferably ones that you’d never reread. I like to use cookbooks)

– inside tampon boxes (what sicko is going in there for candy? You are, Slick!)

Damn right, Kit Kat’s are SUPER!

– under toilet tank covers

It’s really a good hiding spot for almost anything.

Now that your new candy is safe, it’s time to destroy your children’s remaining supply.

The way you go about this is very specific to your family’s situation. Here are a few options I have used over the years:

Does your child have allergies?

Collin is allergic to walnuts. They cause his lips to swell, his throat to itch, and his eyes to water. Needless to say he avoids them at all cost. So when I don’t want him to eat something I simply say “it contains walnuts” or “it may have trace amounts of walnuts” or “produced in a factory that uses walnuts”. Then I add “Oh man, that stinks!” The poor kid goes running for the hills like a grenade is about to explode. Consequently, he’s developed a paranoia about the junk food industry trying to kill him.

Do you own a dog?

Mr. Bojangles is my fall guy. And it’s a role he’s comfortable playing as long as I slip him a Pop Tart for his troubles.

To pull this off, you need to spread the vile candy on the floor, scatter some wrappers around, and place your dog in the center. Quickly (before your pet actually eats the candy) snap a picture of your “bad doggie” in a compromising position. Make certain that the picture is blurry- you want your children to believe you were rushing in to save their candy.

*if you don’t have a dog, you can use a fat cat. But never use a bunny or a goldfish, that’s just insulting your kid’s intelligence. Isn’t it bad enough that you’re lying to them?

Ants

This approach is for the truly desperate parent, only to be used when all other tactics fail. You need your children’s candy to become infested. Hundreds of tiny bugs crawling all over food creates that “Oh hell no! I’m not eating that shit!” reaction that you need.

Ok, so it’s cold out, ants are getting harder to come by. I am going to go ahead here and recommend www.antsalive.com . They offer priority shipping and discounts on multiple supplies. Mention my name and you’ll get my 10% Halloween discount*. I use them for all my ant needs**.

*No you won’t.

**No I don’t.

***Important note: Have ant spray handy when they arrive as this approach does pose some risks. If you accidentally let ants loose in your house at Halloween, I can guarantee they ain’t leaving until well after Easter. And for God’s sake Terri, don’t buy the red fire ants no matter how cool you think they’ll look covering a Almond Joy!

Terri, I hope I’ve given you some useful advice or at least helped you develop some of your own ideas that will fit the needs of you and your family.

Legal Disclaimer: Never substitute my advice for your own common sense…’cause that would be stupid.

Sincerely,

Kim

Happy Halloween and a dead cat.

I have some very sad news…I just came back from putting our 19 year old cat to sleep. I have never had to do that before and it broke my heart.

I was very concerned about how Collin would handle the news.  I even thought about hiding it from him until tomorrow so that it wouldn’t damper his Halloween excitement.  Unfortunately, when I walked in the door, my red eyes gave it away. So I took a deep breath and delivered the most comforting speech I could.

Well, um, he handled it pretty damn well.  In fact, he was more upset the day his hermit crab died, and he only knew him for 3 days.  I kinda get it though- while I loved Chloe dearly, I have to admit she wasn’t the most emotionally stable animal…only the good die young, right? And she was old…so very old.

Anyway, I’m in mourning.  No one else, just me.

In the meantime, I thought I’d entertain you with a few pics of the very much alive, Mr. Bojangles, getting his Luau costume on…

I am NOT wearing the matching shirt.

what did I just say?!. Back the hell up with that palm tree lookin’ shit!

I SWEAR I’LL EAT YOUR FIRST BORN!

Bitch. I can’t even look at you right now.

Happy Halloween!  Stay safe, warm, and check your apples for razor blades!

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