There are a dozen extra children in my house tonight. My
son, Matt, is having a Halloween Party. Matt is 16, and he’s a good kid. I have
two good kids, of course Allison, who will be 21 in February, is getting out of
the kid phase but, truthfully, they’ll always be my kids. Heck, my mom is 81, I
am 51 and I am still her kid. She did for me like I do for mine. I still
remember her taking me to see the first “Star Wars” movie because I didn’t have
my license yet. Many years later we took mom with us when we went to see “The
Phantom Menace.” She had a great nap and hardly snored at all. I can’t say
much, “The Pokemon Movie” was my first $5.00 nap at the local Cinemark. Matt,
probably five at the time, thought it was a masterpiece.
On to the excuses…
John Cleese is one of my heroes, along with the rest of the
Pythons. Cleese always seemed so refined, insanely refined. Completely manic
under a veneer of reserved dignity. When he said or did something completely
out of place it always seemed even odder because it came from him. He has so
many connections with Disney and general coolness and, since it is his
birthday, let’s just pick one and run with it. In honor of his narration of the
2011 edition of “Winnie The Pooh” hit the Magic Kingdom and visit Pooh,
especially poignant since he also served as Mr. Toad’s lawyer in “The Wind in the
Willows.”
1858: Teddy Roosevelt. Plush, buy something plush in honor
of the trust busting president. When Teddy refused to killed a bear that was
trapped and staked out for his hunting pleasure, the act became a definitive
moment in his presidency and led to the creation of the “Teddy Bear.” So get on
over to Mouse Gears or World of Disney or the Emporium and load up on plush in
honor of Teddy and his bear.
Remember, your best excuse is always: waiting for your dream to come true.
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