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It's beginning to look a lot like 2005.
We finally visited all the parks. That only took three months, lol. Now we just need to see the two Universal Studios parks, Sea World, Gatorland, and the outlet malls. Then maybe we’ll make it to the coast, which is all of 90 minutes from here. This week I’ll settle for checking out a new restaurant. :)
My little brother came to visit me and we had a blast. Not counting all the time I spent freaking out because there was no way for him to see and do everything in four days. I persistently ignored the fact that he really came here to see me anyway. Oh, well. Next time he’ll know better. Pack some Prozac, Zack. ‘Nuff to share.
Those of you who maybe-probably wanted to come visit me in Orlando, do as I say not as I do. [Don’t freak out] All is not lost. My husband did get accepted to the Western Culinary Institute in Portland, Oregon (that was his top pick), but! When he put in his notice, his boss said, “What do we have to do to get you to stay?” So Disney is now paying for him to go to school at the Orlando Culinary Academy, which is also a Cordon Bleu school. That is what I call bueno. Bueno con queso.
Now that we know we’ll be here a while, we’ve decided to move to a larger apartment. It’s the same distance from work, and it’s cheaper, so once again, Score. Now we’ll have a guest bedroom when you’re ready to come visit. Yes, I have dropped the pretense of subtle hinting. Subtlety is for losers. Losers, and sexy, troubled bald billionnaires. Neither of which I am being today. So just let me know when you’ve booked a flight.
Okay nice lady, love you, Buh-Bye!
We finally visited all the parks. That only took three months, lol. Now we just need to see the two Universal Studios parks, Sea World, Gatorland, and the outlet malls. Then maybe we’ll make it to the coast, which is all of 90 minutes from here. This week I’ll settle for checking out a new restaurant. :)
My little brother came to visit me and we had a blast. Not counting all the time I spent freaking out because there was no way for him to see and do everything in four days. I persistently ignored the fact that he really came here to see me anyway. Oh, well. Next time he’ll know better. Pack some Prozac, Zack. ‘Nuff to share.
Those of you who maybe-probably wanted to come visit me in Orlando, do as I say not as I do. [Don’t freak out] All is not lost. My husband did get accepted to the Western Culinary Institute in Portland, Oregon (that was his top pick), but! When he put in his notice, his boss said, “What do we have to do to get you to stay?” So Disney is now paying for him to go to school at the Orlando Culinary Academy, which is also a Cordon Bleu school. That is what I call bueno. Bueno con queso.
Now that we know we’ll be here a while, we’ve decided to move to a larger apartment. It’s the same distance from work, and it’s cheaper, so once again, Score. Now we’ll have a guest bedroom when you’re ready to come visit. Yes, I have dropped the pretense of subtle hinting. Subtlety is for losers. Losers, and sexy, troubled bald billionnaires. Neither of which I am being today. So just let me know when you’ve booked a flight.
Okay nice lady, love you, Buh-Bye!
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now if only I could find a bigger apartmetn for less......sure would help to have a place to put the baby.........
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Thank you!
*hugs*
We're actually looking at income-restricted housing. It's surprisingly nice, and run by the same management company as the "Luxury Apartments" we're staying in now. We're trying to get in before Marcus gets his promotion and I start getting money coming in from my new job. Apparently, once you're in, you're in, so... *crosses fingers*
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