I just need to say...

That I love Donnie Wahlberg and Mark Wahlberg. But, I love Donnie more. Yeah, I know he is almost 40 and he still dances with other guys in perfectly synchronized movements. I don't care, I love him. Thats all.

Mad Pumpkin Carving Skills.

I didn't know that I rock when it comes to carving pumpkins. But I do. I totally rock. So I was thinking over the past 29 years, and I honestly don't think I have ever carved a pumpkin. Ever. I had no idea what to expect. We got our pumpkins and I told Thing One and Thing Two that we would carve them tonight. I bought these little kits to use. Thing One chose Star Wars and Thing Two chose princesses (such creatures of habit they are). So we got started, right after we made our own candy apples (yeah, I am a domestic goddess, I know). I created carved pumpkin perfection. I present you with exhibit A:


See? I told you I rock. Anyone want to contract me out to carve their pumpkins?

Napping

I never take naps. I would like to, but I feel like when the tots are napping I should use my "free" time wisely. Plus a 45 minute nap just pisses off. I need 2 hours. However yesterday, I *had* to nap. I was working on web design for the business my MIL is starting and I just couldn't hold my eyes open any longer. It was quiet in my house, I was sitting on the couch and the nap was calling my name. So I got all comfy and was out cold in I don't know, 2 seconds? Well, then I got cold. You know how it is when you are asleep on the sofa and you get chilly and you just can NOT get up to get a blanket. I mean it is physically impossible to get up. So I covered up with the pillows on the couch. And you know what? It worked. It felt so very good. As a matter of fact, it was about this same time yesterday. And I am in the same place, doing the same thing. Hm... I think I am going to go get a blanket now. While the pillows worked fine in a pinch, I would rather have a blanket. My eye lids are getting heavy again. I see a new trend in the works!

Mourning and the Foreign List

We are officially not on vacation anymore and I am mourning like my childhood pet died. I hate, absolutely loathe, when our Orlando trips come to an end. I just love it there. I love it so much I want to marry it. Marry it and have little Orlando’s.
For your information, I have compiled a new list of theme park don’ts. I’ll call this one, the foreign version. While it is not a holiday for Americans, apparently the rest of the free world IS on vacation and they are all in Orlando. So here goes, The Foreign List of Don’ts:

1. Teeth. Need I say more?

2. I said this in the previous list, but it needs repeating. For the love of all that is holy, cover up. Wear clothes people. Clearly, this is a universal problem. It isn’t just Americans that feel that they can show off their lovely lady humps, it is everyone. I saw more skin this week than I ever care too. And it wasn’t pretty.

3. Just because you are outside, it does not mean that your cigarette smoke isn’t giving me lung cancer. There are designated areas for your kind. Go there.

4. Wash. Rinse, repeat.

5. Speedos. Oh I curse the day speedos were ever invented. If you must wear speedos, wear them under shorts or a proper bathing suit. I don’t want to see the lovely lady humps, NOR do I want to see the lovely manly humps. Ew. Just ew. And little boy speedos? Jeez, wrong on so many levels.

6. Strapless shirts are not proper theme park attire. I saw strapless shirts on women of all ages, from the teens to the 70’s. Guess what you don’t want to see? A 70year old woman with a strapless shirt, no bra. Unfortunately, no one asked me what I wanted, therefore I had to endure it. Over and over.

Again, I could go on and on, but it is late, and I want to end my trip thinking good thoughts of my beloved Orlando. Oh how I love it so.