photo dump #disney60thanniversary edition


Just in case you missed it, Disneyland has been celebrating it’s 60th anniversary this past weekend in a very big way. So in honor of the diamond celebration of the Happiest Place on Earth, I give you a Big Top photo dump of just a very, very small slice of Disneyland memories with my circus act.

1992: The first time is always the most magical time; at least it was for me because it was my first visit ever to The Happiest Place on Earth. Yes, further proof that I was a completely deprived child. Living on Food Stamps and government cheese is okay but to have never visited Disneyland until you are 30 years old?…unreal! But the magic continued as this was the visit where Hollie discovered that, yes, all the balloons she let go to float away did indeed fly to Disneyland and she met one of her best friends for the very first time.

2000: Zoë’s first visit where she was not a sleeping infant who missed the entire Disney experience and where she posed for the picture that she would pose for every single time she has ever visited Disneyland. We will not discuss how sad she is that Toon Town will be no more.

2000- A few months later, we discover just how awesome Disneyland can be when you leave the kids behind!

2007- Are you triplets?, Captain Jack Sparrow asked. He should see them now, the four sisters.

2008- Celebrating the normal milestones because they are a big, fat, freaking deal. Then there is my baby boy’s adorable 7 year old toothless smile…oh my heart!

2008- True story, 6 people got in line behind us to buy Mickey Hands after Daniel demonstrated just how magical they really are.

2009- That one time Hazel Faye walked for the very first time…Disneyland is magic, I tell you!

2010: Ho-Hum, just another half marathon, the 4th one, this time in Disneyland. You just can not imagine how thrilling this moment was.

2013: That one time Disneyland was literally his big sister’s backyard so Daniel flew down to LA by himself to visit big sister, Zoë, and naturally, they played in her backyard.

2015: Home…a home away from home. Thank you Disneyland for all the magic, all the memories. We can’t wait to make more. Just please stop raising the ticket prices so we, and pretty much every other family can!


photo bomb

When there is so much to say…so much to share…so many opinions to opine whilst standing on my soapbox what does one do when they are jet-lagged from your husband’s best friend’s big Texas wedding weekend (which is actually five days and three cities because it’s Texas) and exhausted even more from a big Fall Break adventure and trying to find the time to get the workplace mandatory education done? Do you put down words, lots of words and phrases and parts of speech?

You could.

You should.

You don’t.


I am just too tired.

But I have pictures.

Just imagine it’s a slideshow in my living room with snacks being served.

BYOB of course.

GREAT barbecue because it is Texas and appetizers that are sliced white bread and barbecue sauce next to a plate of dill pickle slices and sliced white onions. But oh the barbecue!

It’s not a wedding unless there is one small disaster or two. The father of the groom suffered a mild heart attack at the rehearsal dinner. No, he didn’t get to eat any barbecue. Yes, he is fine, thank goodness. Thunderstorms roll in just as the wedding is ready to commence. Yes, it’s going to be a great wedding day!

It was.

This hotel, The Drury Plaza Hotel Riverwalk, that used to be a bank is absolutely stunning! And service…amazing!

Good morning San Antonio! As we sat down to enjoy Texas morning sunshine and breakfast, this rolled in VERY quickly. Oh, and yes, that is the view from our room.

But a little more than an hour later, sunshine and blue skies were back. It was a perfect day along the Riverwalk.

Bill found what he wants to do when he retires.

And we found where I will meet him for cocktails after he is done entertaining the tourists.

Heading home, we met Bella, who works at the San Antonio International Airport. Really! Her job is to meet, greet and generally making departing and arriving passengers happy. She is very good at her job.

Home! Jet-lagged! Back to reality and errands and laundry and mandatory ed about Ebola and personal protective equipment. Missed faces like these and the hugs that come with them which is what gives me the energy to get some things accomplished.

Which is good because today I worked a little bit on some anxiety and fears and checking off this adventure on my to-do list.


the tourist

My son is not the kind of tourist that blends in well with the natives.

Natives usually don’t stop at local fountains to have their picture taken.

Every fountain that they happen to pass by.

From every angle.

Natives just don’t do that…

unless they happen to be hanging out with a tourist like Daniel.

Daniel is now home from his LA adventure with Zoë and Josh. He had a great time making so many happy memories with his big sister and bro-in-love. which he has been telling me about all day. He also tells me that he missed his mom, dad and sisters so so much. Oh, and my delicious cooking too. He told me that while he pushed grilled ranch chicken all over his plate to make it look like he had eaten it. He missed that.

So happy that he had a great time. So happy that he got to spend time with Zoë. So happy that he is home…not eating my delicious grilled ranch chicken.

I left another little piece of my heart in LA

Well, at least for a few days. Fall Break is upon us here under the Big Top, at least for two of my clowns; which means fun. For Daniel it means an adventure partially funded by the good people of Southwest Airlines because Air Tran mishandled our luggage earlier this year. Thank you social media and thank you Southwest!

LA bound to hang out with his sister Zoë and Josh and their fur-babies. Disneyland, Disney California Adventure, Santa Monica Pier, the beach and whatever else they can squeeze into a few days this week awaits as soon as he can get on that plane.

I was totally fine with this until I saw him walk away…

and saw the plane back out away from the gate…

and take off.


My heart!

Now two pieces of my heart are in LA.

Having way too much fun I am sure.

Meanwhile, as it always is when even one clown is away it is quiet, much too quiet here under the Big Top.

Ocean City, a diary in pictures

Where my blog becomes Uncle Ned’s Vacation Pictures Slideshow…except you can click away…but you will miss the cute…I’m just saying…

Trust me, this place isn’t just beautiful sunsets, ocean views, bay views, teacup rides with cute Jersey boys, Ferris Wheels, crazy humidified hair, henna tattoos and ballerinas dancing in the sand and crabs that I never had a chance to really enjoy because my circus clowns are Philistines refusing to even try the local fare…like crabs. It is so much more.

Where we stayed, we really could pretty much walk anywhere…if one was not handicapped with a walking cast…or really wanted to walk. Me, I wanted to walk everywhere. I secretly envied every single early morning jogger and runner I saw. Walking or not, Ocean City is a pretty easy place to get around where one can enjoy

Jolly Rogers

with giant slides

and climb-y things

little roller coasters

and big ones too…and bumper cars…and so many other rides…and dippin’ dots…and funnel cake.

There were rainy days on the boardwalk…

Three miles of boardwalk

with a piercing parlor, henna tattoo kiosks, t-shirt store and a Sunsations about every 25 feet or so..

and art…

all kinds of art.

There were early morning boat rides…

on the Atlantic Ocean with dolphins all around…

but no sharks.

Thank goodness for that.

Because, at last! Finally, a perfect day for the beach…no dancing, dance team gatherings or babysitting, no rain or thunder and lightning…finally!

Hurray! I might have taken the boot off. How else do you think I could get out there?

Sure I’ll pay for taking the boot off later but it was so worth it.

Because there was the ocean to play in…

and sandcastles to build with a new friend, Sally, by the seashore.