We've got your Halloween right here.

Ninja's don't care for UT. They are Florida State fans, I think.

Well, maybe they like it a little. Also? Doesn't this look like the start of a bad horror movie?

She got just a wee tad more into it than I thought she would.

Not him though. I fully anticipated how into it he would be.

Why Girl Child and Boy Child should be Co-Presidents of the Universe.

On Halloween (pics!soon!I promise!) we went to a neighboring community and Trick-or-Treated with my former boss/current good friend and her daughter whom she adopted from China. Jason came to the house wearing...

A clown wig.

No, I'm not kidding. One of those rainbow striped, curly, glittery ones.

People who know Jason in real life? Were saying things like, "Who are you and what have you done with the real Jason?"

Because, um, to say that was out of character for him would be an extraordinary understatement.

And? He wore it that day. At work.

So, once we got over that initial shock, we (read: Boy Child and Girl Child) were all mesmerized by the glory of the clown wig.

We came home that night and I threw the wig into the bag in my car which also held some other random things. I tossed it behind the seat and didn't think anything else of it.

Last night coming home, Boy Child noticed the bag and decided it would be HYSTERICAL to wear the wig.

Okay, actually? It was pretty funny. I love that he's such an enormous dork and it really doesn't bother him at all. It's actually one of my favorite things about him.

So we came home, parked and were unloading everything out of the car when the following conversation occurred:

Girl Child: Brother! Take off that wig! You'll never find a chick that way!
Boy Child, took off the wig and placed it on Girl Child's head: Well! Now! How about you? You'll never find a man like that!
Girl Child, scoffing: Who says I want a man anyway?
Boy Child: You will when you are a grown-up!
Girl Child, shrugging: Maybe I will, maybe I won't. You don't know.
Boy Child, frustrated: Girl Child! You have to have a husband! Who will buy cookies for your children if you don't have a husband?


Who indeed?

NaBloPoMo! Woo! Yeah! Woo!

Okay, that's about all the excitement I can muster up today.

It's National Blog Posting Month! I'm going to post every single day! Not like I don't already post every single freaking day!

Woot!

Anyway. Here's a post about MGM Studios that I promised I would write about eleven years ago.

Wednesday morning we woke up at 6am because Satan next door was shrieking at the top of his lungs. Something about eggs. I don't really know. I threw a shoe at the wall, but a) It was a flip-flop and those don't make noise and b) the child had been shrieking for three days and this didn't seem to concern his parents so somehow I don't think the mad bravado of my quasi-shoe against the wall was really going to matter.

Anyway, the plan was that we would hit MGM studios first and then go over to Animal Kingdom for the rest of the day.

We went down and got on the bus with approximately eight hundred other people, none of which had showered and none of which wanted to heed the automated voice which requested we all remain in our seats and not eat or drink. I guess no one had time for breakfast because everyone seemed to have muffins except for us. The muffins looked pretty good too.

I really love MGM studios. In fact, it's probably my second favorite park because I love movies so much. Since I love movies so much we HAD to go to The Great Movie Ride. We ended up in the second row, which was cool. Our guide? She was nice as could be, but bless her heart I could not understand ANYTHING she said. I had been on the ride before, so I knew what was going to happen, but Jason and Boy Child just looked puzzled. Girl Child was too busy waving at all the robots to notice.

Then we went to Muppet Vision 3D. Oh my Bob in the morning, do I LOVE THAT SHOW. I am so all about 3D shows, as I've mentioned, and I adore the Muppets. That was so much fun.

We went to lunch at the Sci-Fi Dine-in Theater Restaurant.

You sit in little cars in a darkened room and they bring your food to you on rollerskates, like car hops. Sci-Fi movies play while you eat.

We sat at an umbrella table because frankly? I didn't see the real appeal of the car tables. I mean, I wanted to sit where I could see my kids, not crammed up next to them.

However, the whole restaurant really appealed to me because again, I love movies, and also? In case you haven't noticed? I'm a huge fan of all things kitchy, cheesy, and campy. So it seemed like it would be a good fit for me.

Our waiter? Bless his heart, he was a huge douchebag.

I guess I was expecting too much of people who worked at Disney because I'm really happy while I'm there, you know? I forget that they are at WORK and I'm sure the heck not happy while I'm at work, so I can't expect them to be either. I mean, maybe if people came to visit me at work they'd be all like, "Woo! Guns and sadness! This rocks!". I doubt it, but maybe.

After we ate our food (hamburgers all around) we made what will forever be known as "The Worst Possible Decision of All Time" and went to...Star Tours.

The guide calls it, "A thrilling Star Wars flight simulator". I call it, "The easiest way to make Chick ralph after eating lunch, ever."

Shockingly, I did not toss my cookies, but oh my Lord, I felt like it. I had to sit down for a while and have a cold drink. I seriously felt very sweaty and uncomfortable and bad.

Girl Child and I braved the Tower of Terror, which OH MY SWEET LORD is now my favorite EVER. Boy Child and Jason sat it out. Maybe Jason looked at me distrustingly when I told him it was really cool (before riding it), but I'm not sure.

We looked at a lot of other fun stuff while we were there, including Al's Toy Barn, which was cool. I also got the kids to pose by Buzz Lightyear's space ship.

I could have stayed there longer, but the plan was that we would go to Disney's Animal Kingdom because the plan was, we would go to Magic Kingdom again on Thursday.

That was the plan anyway.

So we went to Animal Kingdom and guess what?

It started raining.

A lot.

See the smart people in the photo with umbrellas? We were not those people.

Then? We find out that Animal Kingdom closes at 5pm.

Crap.

So we went back to the hotel, ate dinner at the hotel's "restaurant" (quick service, cafeteria-type, with great ice cream sundaes) and went back to the hotel room to chill out.

What actually happened? Was that I puked my guts out. For about thirty minutes. I could not stop hurling. It was terrible.

After that? Jason got sick. He wasn't quite as vocal about it, but he was sick too.

So maybe the burgers gave us food poisoning or mad cow disease or something. I don't know, but it blew chunks.

Literally.