Chinglish

Maybe I'm just really tired from staying up too late working on the Easter promo, but I found this article in the Wall Street Journal very funny. It details China's attempt to clean up bad translations on their signs in anticipation of the 2008 Olympics. Although many find the loopy English endearing, the Chinese are simply embarrassed.

Several websites have sprung up to record the tranlation nonsense for posterity. This site has a link to the WSJ article, and I have included my favorite pieces of wackiness here.

And my absolute favorite:

Is it supposed to say, "Genital Man" or "Gentlemen"?

Homeschool Freaks

Sunday, we were having lunch with Christopher Lytle, the Revolution Bellflower pastor, and he descovered we were, "Homeschool... uh... uh... homeschool... um..." Wanting to help him as he groped for the right word, I said, "Freaks. We're homeschool freaks. I believe that's the word you are looking for."

Turns out he was trying to say "Your'e a homeschool family."

No matter. It's amazing how many time "homeschool" is followed by "freak". I think what's actually going on is that some kids who homeschool are socially awkward. This is because, not being beat up mentally by their peers everyday, they tend to be themselves and enjoy the hobbies that most interest them. So, some homeschooled kids have not been formed and molded into being "cool" and altering their values and opinions to fit in.

Who cares? Part of the beauty and value of homeschooling is that kids can be whoever they want without fear of being ostracized. They can follow their interests without the pressure to be into "cool" things like inappropriate music, t.v., fashion or early sexualization.

Now I'm rambling.

The point is that I am excited to be homeschooling. I'm getting ready for next year already because I am so jazzed by what we are going to be doing. I'm already thinking about high school even though it is two and a half years away. The options are overwhelming, so I need to start losing sleep NOW!

Today reinforced my joy in homeschooling.

Chandler is studying poetry and this week focused on Psalms, so she's been reading them all week. Today she was instructed to write one of her own.

Here it is:

I am amazed;
because God’s generosity.
I am grateful;
because the Lord my God has given me love.
I am faithful;
because Jesus will never leave me.
I am filled with gratitude;
because the King of Kings has given me life.
I am happy;
because the Lord is waiting in heaven for me.
I am thankful;
for my Heavenly Father has forgiven me.
I am patiently waiting;
because my Savior will be here soon.
I am appreciative;
because Jesus died for me.
I am joyful;
because I know God is with me.
I am celebrating;
because of the awesome things He did.
I am excited;
because I’ll see Jesus in heaven some day.
I am speechless;
because of his great power.
I am glad;
because my Savior loves me no matter what.
I am in awe;
because the Lord has given me so much.
I am inspired;
to be as much as I can like my Messiah.
I am blessed;
because He has reserved a place in His heart for me.

This really touched my heart.

Pictures taken at just the right angle

I saw these and thought they were very clever!

My Grandpa

My grandpa (my dad's dad) is getting up there in years, but he is doing good. Until he hurt his shoulder picking up Josh, he was out golfing regularly. I know he has been slowed a bit by Parkinsons and the toll the medication gets, but most of the time he is the same guy he always was.

I am in complete denial that people around me are aging. I even want to deny that I am aging. I want everything to continue like it is today. Or like it was.

It turns out he fell and hurt himself badly a couple of days ago. I know that is not age related, but at his age, the consequences can be pretty tough. He has a few doctors appointments coming up for his facial bones with an opthamologist and to check if he has a broken rib with his primary care physician. I feel so bad for him and his wife, my Gramma Lee.

Here is the news in her words to my dad:
First of all, your Dad is OK. We were at the golf course yesterday, I was
playing and Bob was driving the cart and putting. We were on the 8th tee
and I had just hit my tee shot , Bob was in the cart and I was putting my
club back. The guys were on the back of the tee. I looked up and Bob was
starting to walk across in front of the cart, he was on the grass and then
there was a curb and I feel he didn't see the curb and he started to fall
just as I looked up and I saw him hit the cement and then I saw his head go
down and really hit hard, I could hear his head hit that cement. I ran to
him and couldn't get him up. The guys rushed up and he was saying I want to
stand up. Two of them took his shoulders and picked him up. He was
bleeding from cuts and abrasions all over the left side of his face, his
glasses had shattered. His nose and other places were bleeding a lot. We
got him back into the cart and I drove us back to the parking area where the
car was and I told him I was taking him to the Emergency Room. He said no,
but I said yes. We went, we got there around 9:00 am. We were in there
until l:00 pm. The Doctor said I am going to take three scans. A brain
scan, a facial scan and a cervical spine scan. The results were, he has a
fracture in the lower orbital floor and they said he should see an
ophthalmologist within two days... Needless to say he looks pretty bad, his eye is swollen closed and that whole side of his face is swollen. We put ice packs on it yesterday.
He is now telling me he thinks he has a cracked rib...

Please keep both of them in your prayers.

You, Me and Dupree

I am so overwhelmed with the response to the post on my toes!!! At this time, there are 17 comments, plus the counter reads 140 hits! I'm telling you, the response did my heart good. After getting almost no response initially, I was so sad, that I took the post down for about 12 hours. Then, I was asked about why it was missing. So I swallowed my self-pity and re-posted.



I'm so glad I did. My heart is bursting! (Thanks dad for spreading the word!)



Now back to our regularly scheduled program - my everyday "ramblings" (hence the title of the blog).



Tim and I watched this movie over the last couple of days. It was funny and had some laugh out loud parts. Definitely deserved the PG-13 rating, though. I love all types of movies, however, and this "Tim pick" was a good choice.

Thanks

I want to offer a humble "Thanks" to those who read and commented on my latest blog. I'm normally a very private person (outgoing, but still private) but I know there are people who care about me and have asked me how I'm doing over the last 5 1/2 years.

Posting my journey of faith on a blog may seem a bit impersonal, but this particular post was in fact very personal. It seemed to be the best way to put out the word of how I'm doing.

So thank you all who commented, both on the post and to me personally. I feel blessed.

My toes are numb

I woke up a few days ago with a numb feeling in my toes - like when they fall asleep or are very cold. I tried to tell myself that's all it was.

But I knew differently.

October 31, 2001 I was diagnosed with relapse-remitting multiple sclerosis. In July of that year I woke up one morning and my left arm didn't. After many tests, including a particularly brutal spinal tap, the diagnosis was given. Relapse-remitting meant that symptoms would appear for a period of time, weeks or months, and then slowly go away. Over time your body loses it's ability to heal itself and the symptoms do not go away anymore. My arm had all feeling restored by this time and I was told to go on a medication that would require a shot once a week. I hate shots.

I quickly agreed and began following the regiment. It wasn't long before the medications consumed my thoughts. Although I had no physical side effects to speak of, my mind suffered. I poured over the medical information, you know, the tiny stuff no one reads. I greatly desired to find what wasn't there - hope for a cure. I discovered that the best case scenario was that it would slow the progression of the disease by about 30%. Everyday, I researched and worried ("five more days until another shot... four more days until another shot...).

A month later, as I was praying over the story of the centurion and his faith, which astounded even Jesus and led to the healing of his daughter, I began to ask God what "astounding faith" looked like. He answered, "Go off your medication." I immediately thought, "No! It's my only hope." Those words rang loudly in my head and I realized how true they were. This medication, which was not a cure and made no promises, had become my only hope.

Lots of prayer later, I went off the shots. He became my only hope.

Soon, the relapsing part of the disease kicked in. I lost sight in each eye (fortunately not at the same time). My right arm went numb and returned, then I lost feeling in both arms (almost impossible for me to write or type in that condition). Finally my legs kind of just gave out. I could walk, but I looked like Frankenstein. I had to tell my body what to do. "Pick up right foot. Bend knee. Put foot down. Pick up left foot..."

For the next year and a few months, not a day went by when I didn't experiencing some sort of symptom. But my faith never waivered. If I was going to be healed, I reasoned, I needed something from which to be healed.

But my faith was certainly tested when, much to my surprise, God told me to begin taking the medication again. I argued with Him. He won. He pointed out Abraham and Namun, two people who did not hear what they expected to hear.

It's been almost four years now and not a single symptom - unheard of. My doctor is amazed. I consider this a down payment on a healing I believe God has promised me. But I also believe God has a genuine miracle in store for me.

Unfortunately, if you really want to be healed, you have to be healed from something. I was content waiting because I knew that someday would come and I didn't know what it would look like. How bad would I get before He delivered on His promise?

So now I have numb toes. Not terrible in the grand scheme of things. Irritating, but not terrible. At least I can still write and type! Is this a precursor of things to come? Is this where it begins or is this just a reminder that I am not healed... yet. Is it a heavenly encouragement to keep hoping in Him and to not, once again, place my hope in medication?

I don't know.

But what I do know is that God is faithful and I can trust Him. As I go back through the journals I kept at the time, this verse stuck out to me: Exodus 10:2 "You will be able to tell wonderful stories to your children and grandchildren about the marvelous things I am doing... to prove that I am the Lord." Believe me, I have stories!

My latest scrapbooking page

Here is my latest page. I LOVE this photo of Tim and me. We were down at PF Changs in Long Beach and while we were waiting for a table, this most amazing sunset occurred. Since most people will never see my scrapbook, I thought I'd present it here.

We have a shed!

Building a shed as been a project of ours for about a year. We bought the shed around February of last year and had the area cleared out. Then we spent about 8 months saying, "When are we going to build the shed?"

It seemed like a such a daunting project.

We first had to build a deck and then put the "snap-together" shed on top of it. So, spending every free weekend moment, we built the deck! Then came the "Big E-Zee" snap -together shed - part. The directions were over 24 pages!! It didn't sound too E-Zee.

Fortunately for us, it really was E-Zee, except for the fact that we didn't leave the required 10' on all sides (or actually on any side) and we accidentally caused the shed to fall off the deck and fall apart! Once we fixed that... we were back on track.

So now came the task of emptying the garage of the stuff that was going in the shed. A couple more weekends and WE ARE FINISHED!!! Here are some pics to prove it. The first is of the actual shed and the last two are of our nice clean garage.

Life Group at It's a Grind

On Thursday, for various reasons, our Life Group was especially small. I knew of only 2 people who were for sure coming (and it turned out that one of them stayed home with a sick child). So I thought it would be fun to go on a field trip.

We ended up with four people, in addition to Tim and me, warm and cozy at the new It's a Grind on Clark and Candlewood.

The great part was having others come and ask us what we were doing. We were able to encounter several fellow Christians, and with such a small group, everyone spoke and we got to go deeper than we might normally have been able to.

I really enjoyed it and I think everyone else did too. Next time, I'll bring my camera (maybe that will be my New Year's Resolution - to document more photographically), and some of the cool Revolutions cards to pass out.

Jack's Back!!

The most Christ-like figure on T.V. is once again back from the "dead". Taken prisoner and tortured by the Chinese, Jack's release was orchestrated so that he could sacrifice his life to save the nation... We lost count of how many times they said the word sacrifice. Except for the several dead bodies left in his wake, he did everything the way Jesus would have. I think. I'm not sure Jesus would have shot Curtis. I'll have to get into the scripture on that one.

So while it is not completely theologically sound, it is a great show that definitely keeps you on the edge of your seat.

We had a good time watching his resurrection with fellow 24-ers from Revolution. There was Rick, Bobby and Rachel, Will, Jamie, Jamie's friend Sheryl (I think...), Jenny, Garhett, Mike, Tim and me. No 24 themed food because they don't eat on 24, so we had potluck.

Thanks Rick and Bobby for orchestrating it.

My nephew in the news

Here is a cool article profiling my nephew Ryan. He is the son of Tim's brother, Terry and I have watched him grow up since birth. Currently he is playing hockey in St. Cloud, MN and will most likely be drafted by the NHL soon.

I guess when he's famous I can look back and fondly tell the story of the time he purposely stomped on my foot with his ice skates. At the time it seemed like a bratty little 5-year-old thing to do, now I can see it was a mark of greatness!

http://www.ocregister.com/ocregister/sports/homepage/article_1544663.php

What I did today

Here we are at Disneyland today. I am especially proud of Chandler's score. It was her best ever. Second photo is of Regan and Ashley Bambrick.

I got a bicycle!!

After Chandler got her new, super-cool bicycle for Christmas, I wanted one just like it. Well this weekend we were at the cycle shop where her bike is from and I noticed they were having a sale! So I asked Tim if it could be my Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, Anniversary (we're still debating birthday, but definitely NOT Christmas) present. To my utter shock, he said, "Yes"!

So I got a super-cool, pink bike similiar to Chandlers. I couldn't download a photo, but here is the website. You'll have to check it out.

Night at the Museum

Go see this movie! I just saw it on the IMAX at the Irvine Spectrum and I thought it was fantastic! It certainly encourages you to go to museums like this one and to learn more about all that they display!

Fun Gifts

I received some fun things this Christmas, so I thought I put them out there with a great big, "Thank You".

In my stocking was this fun book from Tim: I Hate Other People's Kids. Before you recoil in horror, I'll bet some of the examples strike a chord. Here's a couple - "All of us, with or without children, have had that sinking feeling come over us when we see kids sitting in a movie theater, because we know there will be noise and popcorn thrown... And who hasn't gone shopping and turned down an aisle that looks like monkeys attacked it..."

Actually, considering I volunteer to work with kids at church at least twice a month, perhaps I shouldn't say I found this book funny. If you want the truth I find it very hard to believe that anyone could hate these angelic beings! I really do enjoy and love the kid's at Revolution... it's OTHER people's kids that drive me nuts!

My girls know me well and got me a Starbucks card and an It's a Grind card!!

My sister also lavished me with gift cards for Chipotle (my favorite) and the Corner Bakery (my other favorite).

My mom went overboard as usual and bought a calendar, a piece for my Precious Moments Nativity (somewhat ironically, it's a chicken), a beautiful, thick suede jacket, a cookbook, warm socks (I practice "safe socks" in bed so I don't shock Tim into the next room), a really cute snowman Christmas decoration for my walls, and other things I'm sure I'm forgetting. All I know is that I was surrounded by a large pile!

My dad gave me an 8x10 of our famous family portrait, and an 80gb removable, portable hard drive! This way we can transfer files much easier.

Jenny bought this beautiful purse from one of my favorite ebay sellers. I have wanted a purse like this since I first saw one in March!

My Grandmother got me a really nice sweater that I love! I wore it today as a matter of fact.

Along the way were other gift cards (love those), baked goods, ornaments, and assorted fun things that made me feel very special this year.

Thanks everyone. I love you all!

We SURVIVED!

That's how it feels!

This Christmas season has been a blur of business. It feels like we got to enjoy so little of the season and never had time to just sit and revel in the wonderful things that make up this whole season of Christmas.

Revolution's Christmas play, The Navity, really spoke to me in that its point was missing Jesus. Not only do I feel that I missed out on the joy, I know I missed out on the reason for all this nuttiness.

Next year will be different... I promise... really...

That being said, here are some highlights from yesterday. We spent the day at my parents. It was very nice not to be running around to a million different places. It was fun seeing Josh and Malia on her first Christmas and his second. Like all one-year-olds, the packaging was far more interesting than the gifts. He did end up playing with some of his toys, but it was all so overwhelming... I can relate!


Notice the shirt... Christmas present from Tim. He bought it at Disney Vault, which is an amazing place to buy really cool Disney stuff.

My dad started a great tradition several years ago. He buys a very special BIG gift for the girls and then sends them "clue" letters (I use the word "clue" in the loosest of terms.) If, after five letters, they are able to guess on Christmas day what their present is, he rewards them with $5. Both guessed correctly this year!!

Regan got a Wii!
Chandler got this beautiful bike with a cheeta print seat! So Chandler!

Christmas Decorations

I was taking pictures today of my Christmas decorations so that next year I will remember what I did and where everything goes.

So I thought I'd post the pictures here since I can! The last one is of the girls' tree in their room.

Also notice, the sink in our bathroom is in one piece and it actually works now!!!

Christmas Preparations

I'm... almost... done... (when do the stores open in the morning?)... Can we hold Christmas off for just a couple of days to give me more time?

Friends

I admit it. I am awful at being a friend. I think I have a goodly number of friends, and I always want more, but I am not good at it.

I don't call often, or email, or follow up when people contact me. I try my best to remember birthdays and important milestones of those around me, but I usually fail at this as well.

I don't have any really good excuses. Or maybe all I have are excuses, it's just that they are lame. "I don't have time... "(that one is getting REALLY old). "I don't want to bother them." " I don't know what to say after so long..." "Maybe they have forgotten all about me..."

This blog has been a great way to connect with people I don't normally connect with. I have it on good authority that my Aunt Oris in Fallbrook reads my blog. I haven't seen her since I was a little girl. How cool that she can peek into her great-niece's life! My niece in Alaska checks in here occasionally. Friends from my old church check here to see what's going on. My best friend from elementary school contacted me because of this blog. She lives in Texas (I think) and we are in the process of catching up.

Tonight however, the news generated was not so good. My best friend from high school contacted me after reading my blog, with some sad news. He and his wife are splitting up. I am shocked and saddened beyond words. It's been a very long time since we've been in contact, but you just assume people stay the way you last saw them. You know, they freeze until you see them again. Apparently, life went on for them, and it didn't go so well. I don't know any details, but I hope to see him soon.

What an awful friend I am!

I just figured he forgot all about me and I didn't want to bother him. Maybe he would have liked to talk. Maybe I could have been a good listener. Maybe I could have been there for him in his time of need. Maybe I've been going about my life and not taking even a few moments to check in with those I call my friends.

Maybe that will be my New Year's Resolution. Maybe I'll resolve to be a better friend. Scratch that, I'll resolve to be a REAL friend.

4 x 4 weekend

This weekend was so busy with so many fun activities. (See my previous post!) But it was great hanging out with a lot of fun people.

We spent time this weekend with our two 4 x 4 groups. These groups of four couples meeting once a month for four months are overlapping because it took our last group until now to finish. Jenny hosted the event with breakfast at Gourmet Pie and then a scavenger hunt.

It was girls against the boys. We not only had to procure certain items (the cough drop and the Christmas cookie were the hardest) but we had to fill in blanks in Christmas carols and take photos in front of certain things.

Funniest story was that of John Newman asking a woman's help with the Christmas carol challenge. From a rolled down window of the car, he asked the unsuspecting victim, "Do you know 'All I Want for Christmas is You'?" Apparently this pseudo pick-up line didn't work so well as she immediately rolled up her window.

We then joined our new 4 x 4 group on Sunday night for dinner and a boat cruise around Naples in Robert Gull's aunt's enclosed, heated boat. It was so cool listening to Christmas carols and seeing all the beautiful multi-million dollar homes all decked out for Christmas. We decided we all wanted to go in on one particular home for sale on the point of Treasure Island (price tag $9 million but cheap compared to its original asking price of $13 million). But after doing the math, we decided that even if the four couples all went in together AND put our children to work, we still couldn't afford it!

I have included some photos here from our first 4 x 4's scavenger hunt. No photos unfortunately from the second group, since I don't have any... yet.

Too busy

It's a familiar refrain, but it is starting to get to me. As I check my commitment level, I think I'm O.K. there. It's the fun events. And I don't want to miss a single one. I'm feeling so overwhelmed, I am quickly becoming paralyzed by the desire to do everything at once, so I actually want to do nothing.

But I can't do nothing and I can't do everything. I can do one step at a time. I feel awful everytime I get a phone call I can't return or an invitation I have to say no to. I so want to enjoy my time on earth and not feel like I'm being dragged through my life holding on by my fingernails.

Where to start? I have no idea. Do I not hang out with friends? Do I not see my family? Do I not do fun holiday activities? Do I stop homeschooling? Do I stop caring about the quality of our homeschool day? Do I not keep my kids involved in activities that they love? Do I not volunteer so much time for church stuff? Do I give up every house project and leave them unfinished? Should I leave our bathroom sink in pieces like it is as I type? or should I see about getting it repaired? See the problem? I don't want to give up a single thing.

So... last night I had a breakdown. It occurred when we were installing our new dishwasher (love the dishwasher!!!!). After two trips to Home Depot we thought we had it all figured out. Loaded the dishers, pushed the start button... no water. We figured out quickly that we had forgotten to turn on the water valve. After we turned that on... still no water. That's when I fell into hopelessness.

I think God must have taken pity on me, because when Tim tried it again, IT WORKED!!!

Thanks God. He says He will not give us more than we could handle. The water thing... more than I could handle.

Now I need an exta large portion of peace... and sleep.

New version of photo

O.K. My dad can't stand it. I put up the raw, unretouched, uncropped, uncolor-corrected version of my favorite family pics. I guess I was in such a hurry to get it up on my blog. So he sent me new, better ones. I love them a lot! Here they are:

Family Photos

On Sunday, my dad took our family photos. Although he spends every free moment on his photography business and I work with him on most shoots, we have never scheduled a time for family portraits. He's been bugging me for awhile, so we got ourselves all spruced up and headed down to Seal Beach.



I really love them, even though I hate about 99% of the photos of me. (See previous blog.)

Funny Picture of Me

The other day, we celebrated my mom's birthday (more to come on that later). And as usual, my dad was shooting photos. I had just eaten a Tootsie Roll Pop when he started shooting. I knew I had Tootsie Roll in my teeth, so I told him to hold on. He shot anyway.

The only reason I bring any of this up or expose this photo to any publicity is because it's already out there. My dad emailed it to me and Chandler. Chandler emailed it to the Bambricks and Rick wanted to post it on his blog!

So, I'm just trying to put a damper on Rick's enthusiasm to embarrass me! Take your best shot with a caption. Rick has one already, perhaps he'll post it here.

Digital Scrapbooking

One of my favorite hobbies is scrapbooking. I know it sounds cliched, but for me it is a perfect way to combine my love of family, photography and design.

Lately, I've been getting into digital scrapbooking. I have been making the backgrounds and embellishments myself in Photoshop and Illustrator. I have been somewhat limited by my skills.

Not too long ago, I ran across an article describing other digital scrapbookers and their websites. It was a whole new world! There are some extremely women creating some extremely creative designs. For a few dollars, you can get their backgrounds and embellishements and combine them with your own photos in Photoshop for some amazing pages.

Because of a recent comment on my blog, I decided to post one of my favorite all-digital pages.

Very fun stuff.

My Dad's 60th Surprise Party

Last Friday, my mom surprised my dad with a surprise party for his 60th birthday. The biggest surprise was that it's not for another month!

My part in the whole thing was very small. I made the invitation and I got to receive the RSVP's. I wish I had saved my answering machine messages. Person after person called to say they were so excited about coming. They went on and on about how much they loved and respected my dad. Those that couldn't make it expressed sincere regrets and told me they really wanted to be a part of this event.

Over one hundred and fifty people came to celebrate the life of a man I am so proud to call my dad. They all know him in one way or another, but I know the whole man. I have put off writing this blog because I really wanted to take the time to do it right. I wanted to be able to express in just the right words how much he means to me.

Even after a week, I still can't do it.

Words are not enough to say all that I feel for him. Growing up, he was the best dad I could ever ask for. He was so patient and wise. He was a rock. Sometimes, I think kids are in for a shock when they first see their parents as adults and peers. Not me. He is the same consistent, wise, caring, and generous man I grew up with. The benefit to seeing him now as an adult is that I get to hear the stories that just went on behind the scenes when I was a kid. Rather than having my bubble burst in finding out he's human like the rest of us, I still feel the awe and respect I did as a kid.

I think the highest compliment I could pay him would be to say that he did exactly what God put him on this earth to do - he modeled God to me, so that I could better understand who He is. Now, when I struggle in learning to trust God in whatever situation I find myself, I can picture Him just like my dad. I KNOW I can trust my dad in any circumstance and I believe God has given me the gift of my father so that I can see how God feels about me.

Thanks dad. Thanks for being such an amazing father. I love you.

I still don't feel this post adequately expresses how I feel, but like my old man used to say, "Good enough for who it's for."

Fine print: Photos by Paul Wang a friend and mentor of my dad's. Thank goodness he was there with his ten pound camera. We were trying to find out how to get my dad to take the pictures, but somehow we couldn't work out the "pictures of him surprising himself" part. Thanks Paul.

The Skipper Stand Up Show

Tonight, Tim surprised me with a night out he's been planning for weeks. It was a big mystery and all I knew was that we were going with Darrenn and Jenny.

We started off at the Spaghetti Factory (Darrenn's choice and a very good pick) and then proceeded off, who knows where.

We pulled up to a small theater called Mavericks Theater. I was trying to judge by the crowd waiting to get in what kind of show we were in for. Tim knows I hate musicals, so I didn't think that would be it. I didn't think it would be a concert, since the four of us do not agree on music. Finally we guessed it was a comedy event and had something to with Disney.

It wasn't until we arrived inside that we were told it was a group of former and present Jungle Boat operators doing stand up comedy! Tim had found out about it by reading a MousePlanet.com article. The main MC was a professor from Vanguard of all places with a doctoral degree in history and talent for making people laugh. He was a former skipper who worked for the mouse in his spare time. There were nine skippers in all. Most were very funny and their acts flew by. A couple were somewhat painful and they seemed to be up on stage for an eternity.

The funniest parts were those that related directly to their Disney experiences. They interspersed video into their acts with one clip showing a skipper, dressed as Indiana Jones, breaking into the Aladin Show next door and stealing the magic lamp while yelling, "This belongs in a museum." Another funny video gave a tour of California Adventure on it's first day of opening, pointing out failures such as the Superstar Limo saying, "That should be around for at least a year and a month." One former skipper discussed the stereotypes he found reinforced while working for Disney. He came to believe that desperately waving both hands in front of a Chinese driver on Autopia must mean, "Speed up and run me over" in his native language. And he proudly identified with the white redneck who wondered if the water on the Jungle Cruise was real. Myths such as Walt Disney's frozen head was buried under Sleeping Beauty's Castle were dispelled. Apparently his whole frozen body is part of the Indiana Jones ride, and it looks suspiciously like the frozen Han Solo from Star Wars.

Overall, it was a great night, with a lot of laughs both in and out of the comedy club. What a treat to have my husband plan a very fun evening (childcare and all)!