exwdwcm
wishes she was Wendy Moira Angela Darling
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Me- Michelle, 32, marketing manager, married to a non-disney guy, no kids (but trying now!), former cast member (wdwcp in 1996), the pefectionist/organizer/trip NAZI
Mom- "MawMaw", 50s, married 35 years, recently retired, the generous one! Had brain surgery (pitutary gland)last year that might slow her down a bit this trip as she gets tired more
Dad- "PawPaw", 50s, along for the ride, our driver and constantly pulling out his wallet to pay for stuff!
Great Aunt- Marion or "Auntie", 60s, first time ever to WDW! recently retired as well!
Sister- Mandy, "NeNe", 28, special ed teacher, not big into disney, but loves to go with us, calls her "schmoopy" (boyfriend for those that don't get the Seinfeld reference) every night
Sister- Wendy, 30, paralegal, married with 2 year old, huge Disney NUT and the comedian of the family
Bro in Law- Mike, turned 30 on the trip, married to Wendy, and another comedian and great dad to little Ally
Ally- Mike and Wendy's little angel, 2.4 years old (terrible twos!!!), the first grandkid in our family and completely SPOILED ROTTEN (we love it!)
Well we had booked a very early flight for Saturday morning, December 3rd to Orlando from DFW. We all live about 20 or 30 minutes from DFW, which is very convenient. But to help us get up and going quicker in the morning, we decided that I would spend the night with my sister Wendy and ride with them in the morning. That way I could help them load little Ally and all the 300 bags a toddler requires. My parents would pick up Auntie and take their own car.
We all met as a family for a quick dinner the night before at a local pizza buffet place. We had a great dinner and shared our excitement about leaving the next day for WDW. Ally talked about going to Di-ney world and seeing Rella, her favorite, next to Binkerbell. I think my favorite thing was when Wendy told me that Ally said she was going to see Seeping Booty ..I was like is that some horrible medical condition or what? Of course not, it was Sleeping Beauty if she only knew what Ally had called her, she would be horrified!
After pizza, I retired with my sister to their house to help her pack. She hadnt even started packing at all and it was 7pm!! So I helped her pack and prepare. Our youngest sister, Mandy wouldnt be joining us on the early flight out. She had a parade for her drill team she directs that next morning and would fly out and join us the next evening instead. I guess duty calls!
So the alarm goes off at 3:45am what on earth were we thinking booking an early flight? Oh yea, more time to spend with the mouse .we can sleep when we are dead, right? Everyone please nod your head in agreement! We are loaded with our 300 bags and off to the airport by 4:15am or so. Wow, no traffic this time of the morning, imagine that? Ally is actually pretty wide awake. The adults, well we are a whole other story.
We arrive at the off site airport parking called The Parking Spot (clever, huh?) and park the car. We see a raccoon running across the parking lot, which happens to be Wendys favorite animal, at least as a kid. I mean who really chooses a dirty, digging through peoples trash raccoon as their favorite animal? What happened to a nice cuddly teddy bear? Well anyways, Wendy thought it was a good sign for our trip. As we are pulling out the 500 pounds of luggage, we see our parents pulling in as well. Perfect timing. We had decided to bring Allys car seat, as we were renting a large van when we arrived. Plus she could sit in it on the plane since they purchased her her own seat. It is a big joke in our family to always ask Wheres the diaper bag? since we always seem to be missing it! On this trip, it was the car seat. My parents were going to use the car seat from their vehicle. Wendy was frantically worried that they would forget to pull it out, so she called to remind them- Wheres the car seat?. The shuttle pulled around and they started loading our massive amounts of luggage and we began what would be massive amounts of tipping just to move our mammoth mountain of luggage from place to place. Suddenly Magical express was sounding like a better idea. Well, maybe not.
here's a pic of the luggage (this was on the way home, but still gives you an idea!)
So we get all loaded on the shuttle and are off to the terminal at DFW. Suddenly my dad yells out- Wheres the car seat? ..he was looking around in the shuttle and it was nowhere to be seen lo and behold, it was in the front seat next to the driver, we just couldnt see it there. We all wipe the sweat from our brows, first crisis averted. We arrive at the airport and decide to check in at the counter, which meant another huge tip for some other poor guy to move our back breaking pile of luggage to the check in area. Did I mention we had a lot of luggage? We even had Mandys huge bag, so that when she arrived later that evening, she could take a cab directly to meet us for dinner at California Grill. So the extra bag wasnt making things easier. Let me tell you something about Mandy- she is a fashion hound. She loves clothes. We always tease her about her $200 jeans I guess the rest of us are just cheap. She is a fashion diva and we always look to her for approval on our clothes and outfits. She always overpacks and we joke that each day she will change clothes at least 3 times, starting with outfit 21C, then outfit 21D and then outfit 55R. Well maybe its only funny to us. Wendy had packed enough toiletries to outfit a whole country. The toiletries got their own suitcase even. Do we really need that much shampoo and deodorant? Well maybe deodorant . But no one beat my parents huge bag. It just made it under the 50lb mark, but wouldnt be so lucky on the return flight.
So we all do the electronic check in at American, so convenient. Luggage is tagged and off to security. We had 12 large bags checked, plus all of our carry-ons, stroller, car seat, diaper bag wait, who has the car seat? Mikes got it .that was a close one. So we are off to the gate, everyone gets through security without being asked for a full cavity search. Us kids head off in search of some food at McDonalds, since we wont be sitting in first class with Auntie and the parents. Theyll be dining on a scrumptious breakfast on the plane, so they wait to eat. Ally watches the planes from the windows. Finally it is boarding time. Auntie and my parents get to board first since they are sitting in first class, which is a first for them ..wow, thats a lot of firsts! We wait to board in a later group. Auntie and my parents all hide behind magazines, so Ally wont see them. We know Ally would cry and want to sit with MawMaw and PawPaw in first if she saw them and we are certain that the other first class passengers wouldnt really care to have a 2 year old up there.
We board and Mike switches seats with me, so I can sit with Wendy and Ally on the same row. Mike ends up being just one row up from us, but across the aisle. The plane seats 3 across on each side- or 6 across total. We have 3 boys under 9 sitting across from us on the same row. Their mom and two more kids are in front of us. Mike is sitting across the aisle from the mom, so kitty corner from us. Apparently the dad of that large group was sitting in the row behind us, but kitty corner. After we are all sat down and comfy and carry-ons loaded, the older couple sitting next to Mike start asking him if he would mind trading seats with Scott. They never explained who Scott was, or even where Scott was sitting. Mike was comfortable where he was and could see Ally okay from there (sitting kitty corner, a row up), so he didnt want to trade places with some Scott guy he didnt even know where the guy was sitting. None of us realized that Scott was the father of the kids and the old couple asking were the grandparents. We didnt know they were all together, and they never explained that. They just kept saying Scott needs to sit here, will you trade with Scott we were all like who the hell is Scott? .if we would have known, he would have happily changed seats. But they never told us. Anyways, Scott became a joke the rest of the trip .Wheres Scott?
The flight was pretty uneventful. For a 6am flight, it was pretty full. Plenty of kids, which is what you would expect on an Orlando flight! Ally didnt sleep, but behaved the whole way. She had flown twice before as a baby. She played some and we pulled out Wendys laptop and watched part of Peter Pan and part of a video about the parks. She kept saying Di-ney World!. The poor little boy next to us was deathly afraid on take off and landing, I felt so bad for him. We got our lovely free soda and sad representation of what is supposed to be a granola bar. Meanwhile, Auntie and my parents are enjoying warm washcloths, omelettes and fresh fruit in first class. Apparently when the stewardess asked what my mom wanted to order (for breakfast- there are two choices) .my mom says immediately a mimosa! so she drank part of her breakfast, but they all enjoyed a nice meal up there, again, a first for them. Somehow my mom is always kicked from behind at the movies and on planes. Never fails. Somehow there was someone kicking her up in first too. The person must have had super long legs to reach across all that legroom up there.
Us poor saps in coach are still doing okay. The plane lands on time at MCO at about 9:30am. And now the fun struggle with our luggage begins again. We had considered using magical express, but had heard horror stories about it taking 10 hours to get your bags and having multiple stops before getting to your hotel. We really love the freedom of having a rental car and I know my way around very well since I lived and worked there. So rental car was our final decision. We once again, part with our money to tip another person to move our luggage for us from baggage claim to the thrifty shuttle stop. The tips are already cutting into our shopping money, oh well. AT least none of us had strained backs from all the luggage, though I cant say the same for the guys that moved it. We rented a large 8 passenger econo line van from Thrifty. I think it was about $250 for our week there and had lots of extra room in the bag for another seat, but instead it was empty and worked well for our 500 pounds of luggage!
We all load on the Thrifty shuttle, since it is located off-site, next to Hertz, just around the corner from the airport. Once again- wheres the car seat? ah, there it is. We arrive at Thrifty and again tip the guy a few bucks since he unloads all the stuff. My dad and I go check in and there is a short line. It is about 10am by this time. Check in goes smoothly, we politely turn down the navigation system and extra insurance (scam!) and proceed to our silver colored van that would be transportation for the rest of the week. Our luggage fit in the back nicely. The car seat had to be strapped in the middle of the front seat, so one of us had to climb over it each day to sit on the other side of it. Finally we are off and loaded and heading down the highway towards WDW! We dig out quarters to pay the two tolls on 528 and before we know it, we are on I-4 and so close to Disney! We exit at 535, which is right near where I lived in Disney owned apartments when I worked there. I really miss my time there. We make our way towards the downtown Disney area and finally to Port Orleans. We had two rooms booked at Riverside and had faxed in a request for adjoining (not connecting) rooms, on a first floor in Alligator Bayou, building 14. We stayed here last time and loved it- close to the food court, parking lot and lobby. We park the van, and go in to check in. There is a small line, we are probably 6 or 7th in line. The lobby is pretty full though. We notice there are lots of pop warner people right away. I was surprised a bit. I knew to expect some, but I knew most stayed at All Stars. So I was shocked to see so many. One poor cheerleader was completely passed out on a couch. Which would not have been bad, except about 30 other people were looking for places to sit, while she took up a whole couch to herself. Must have done one too many cartwheels. I cant complain really, I was a cheerleader in middle and high school and in 8th grade we went to Nationals with UCA in Orlando at Sea World. I remember being loud and annoying. But as a kid, you didnt care. Now as an adult, I apologize to all the adults I annoyed, really I do. Now I was going to be one of those adults that would be annoyed by the cheerleaders. Karma huh? Its a great thing, except in my case.
to be continued in next post
Mom- "MawMaw", 50s, married 35 years, recently retired, the generous one! Had brain surgery (pitutary gland)last year that might slow her down a bit this trip as she gets tired more
Dad- "PawPaw", 50s, along for the ride, our driver and constantly pulling out his wallet to pay for stuff!
Great Aunt- Marion or "Auntie", 60s, first time ever to WDW! recently retired as well!
Sister- Mandy, "NeNe", 28, special ed teacher, not big into disney, but loves to go with us, calls her "schmoopy" (boyfriend for those that don't get the Seinfeld reference) every night
Sister- Wendy, 30, paralegal, married with 2 year old, huge Disney NUT and the comedian of the family
Bro in Law- Mike, turned 30 on the trip, married to Wendy, and another comedian and great dad to little Ally
Ally- Mike and Wendy's little angel, 2.4 years old (terrible twos!!!), the first grandkid in our family and completely SPOILED ROTTEN (we love it!)
Well we had booked a very early flight for Saturday morning, December 3rd to Orlando from DFW. We all live about 20 or 30 minutes from DFW, which is very convenient. But to help us get up and going quicker in the morning, we decided that I would spend the night with my sister Wendy and ride with them in the morning. That way I could help them load little Ally and all the 300 bags a toddler requires. My parents would pick up Auntie and take their own car.
We all met as a family for a quick dinner the night before at a local pizza buffet place. We had a great dinner and shared our excitement about leaving the next day for WDW. Ally talked about going to Di-ney world and seeing Rella, her favorite, next to Binkerbell. I think my favorite thing was when Wendy told me that Ally said she was going to see Seeping Booty ..I was like is that some horrible medical condition or what? Of course not, it was Sleeping Beauty if she only knew what Ally had called her, she would be horrified!
After pizza, I retired with my sister to their house to help her pack. She hadnt even started packing at all and it was 7pm!! So I helped her pack and prepare. Our youngest sister, Mandy wouldnt be joining us on the early flight out. She had a parade for her drill team she directs that next morning and would fly out and join us the next evening instead. I guess duty calls!
So the alarm goes off at 3:45am what on earth were we thinking booking an early flight? Oh yea, more time to spend with the mouse .we can sleep when we are dead, right? Everyone please nod your head in agreement! We are loaded with our 300 bags and off to the airport by 4:15am or so. Wow, no traffic this time of the morning, imagine that? Ally is actually pretty wide awake. The adults, well we are a whole other story.
We arrive at the off site airport parking called The Parking Spot (clever, huh?) and park the car. We see a raccoon running across the parking lot, which happens to be Wendys favorite animal, at least as a kid. I mean who really chooses a dirty, digging through peoples trash raccoon as their favorite animal? What happened to a nice cuddly teddy bear? Well anyways, Wendy thought it was a good sign for our trip. As we are pulling out the 500 pounds of luggage, we see our parents pulling in as well. Perfect timing. We had decided to bring Allys car seat, as we were renting a large van when we arrived. Plus she could sit in it on the plane since they purchased her her own seat. It is a big joke in our family to always ask Wheres the diaper bag? since we always seem to be missing it! On this trip, it was the car seat. My parents were going to use the car seat from their vehicle. Wendy was frantically worried that they would forget to pull it out, so she called to remind them- Wheres the car seat?. The shuttle pulled around and they started loading our massive amounts of luggage and we began what would be massive amounts of tipping just to move our mammoth mountain of luggage from place to place. Suddenly Magical express was sounding like a better idea. Well, maybe not.
here's a pic of the luggage (this was on the way home, but still gives you an idea!)
So we get all loaded on the shuttle and are off to the terminal at DFW. Suddenly my dad yells out- Wheres the car seat? ..he was looking around in the shuttle and it was nowhere to be seen lo and behold, it was in the front seat next to the driver, we just couldnt see it there. We all wipe the sweat from our brows, first crisis averted. We arrive at the airport and decide to check in at the counter, which meant another huge tip for some other poor guy to move our back breaking pile of luggage to the check in area. Did I mention we had a lot of luggage? We even had Mandys huge bag, so that when she arrived later that evening, she could take a cab directly to meet us for dinner at California Grill. So the extra bag wasnt making things easier. Let me tell you something about Mandy- she is a fashion hound. She loves clothes. We always tease her about her $200 jeans I guess the rest of us are just cheap. She is a fashion diva and we always look to her for approval on our clothes and outfits. She always overpacks and we joke that each day she will change clothes at least 3 times, starting with outfit 21C, then outfit 21D and then outfit 55R. Well maybe its only funny to us. Wendy had packed enough toiletries to outfit a whole country. The toiletries got their own suitcase even. Do we really need that much shampoo and deodorant? Well maybe deodorant . But no one beat my parents huge bag. It just made it under the 50lb mark, but wouldnt be so lucky on the return flight.
So we all do the electronic check in at American, so convenient. Luggage is tagged and off to security. We had 12 large bags checked, plus all of our carry-ons, stroller, car seat, diaper bag wait, who has the car seat? Mikes got it .that was a close one. So we are off to the gate, everyone gets through security without being asked for a full cavity search. Us kids head off in search of some food at McDonalds, since we wont be sitting in first class with Auntie and the parents. Theyll be dining on a scrumptious breakfast on the plane, so they wait to eat. Ally watches the planes from the windows. Finally it is boarding time. Auntie and my parents get to board first since they are sitting in first class, which is a first for them ..wow, thats a lot of firsts! We wait to board in a later group. Auntie and my parents all hide behind magazines, so Ally wont see them. We know Ally would cry and want to sit with MawMaw and PawPaw in first if she saw them and we are certain that the other first class passengers wouldnt really care to have a 2 year old up there.
We board and Mike switches seats with me, so I can sit with Wendy and Ally on the same row. Mike ends up being just one row up from us, but across the aisle. The plane seats 3 across on each side- or 6 across total. We have 3 boys under 9 sitting across from us on the same row. Their mom and two more kids are in front of us. Mike is sitting across the aisle from the mom, so kitty corner from us. Apparently the dad of that large group was sitting in the row behind us, but kitty corner. After we are all sat down and comfy and carry-ons loaded, the older couple sitting next to Mike start asking him if he would mind trading seats with Scott. They never explained who Scott was, or even where Scott was sitting. Mike was comfortable where he was and could see Ally okay from there (sitting kitty corner, a row up), so he didnt want to trade places with some Scott guy he didnt even know where the guy was sitting. None of us realized that Scott was the father of the kids and the old couple asking were the grandparents. We didnt know they were all together, and they never explained that. They just kept saying Scott needs to sit here, will you trade with Scott we were all like who the hell is Scott? .if we would have known, he would have happily changed seats. But they never told us. Anyways, Scott became a joke the rest of the trip .Wheres Scott?
The flight was pretty uneventful. For a 6am flight, it was pretty full. Plenty of kids, which is what you would expect on an Orlando flight! Ally didnt sleep, but behaved the whole way. She had flown twice before as a baby. She played some and we pulled out Wendys laptop and watched part of Peter Pan and part of a video about the parks. She kept saying Di-ney World!. The poor little boy next to us was deathly afraid on take off and landing, I felt so bad for him. We got our lovely free soda and sad representation of what is supposed to be a granola bar. Meanwhile, Auntie and my parents are enjoying warm washcloths, omelettes and fresh fruit in first class. Apparently when the stewardess asked what my mom wanted to order (for breakfast- there are two choices) .my mom says immediately a mimosa! so she drank part of her breakfast, but they all enjoyed a nice meal up there, again, a first for them. Somehow my mom is always kicked from behind at the movies and on planes. Never fails. Somehow there was someone kicking her up in first too. The person must have had super long legs to reach across all that legroom up there.
Us poor saps in coach are still doing okay. The plane lands on time at MCO at about 9:30am. And now the fun struggle with our luggage begins again. We had considered using magical express, but had heard horror stories about it taking 10 hours to get your bags and having multiple stops before getting to your hotel. We really love the freedom of having a rental car and I know my way around very well since I lived and worked there. So rental car was our final decision. We once again, part with our money to tip another person to move our luggage for us from baggage claim to the thrifty shuttle stop. The tips are already cutting into our shopping money, oh well. AT least none of us had strained backs from all the luggage, though I cant say the same for the guys that moved it. We rented a large 8 passenger econo line van from Thrifty. I think it was about $250 for our week there and had lots of extra room in the bag for another seat, but instead it was empty and worked well for our 500 pounds of luggage!
We all load on the Thrifty shuttle, since it is located off-site, next to Hertz, just around the corner from the airport. Once again- wheres the car seat? ah, there it is. We arrive at Thrifty and again tip the guy a few bucks since he unloads all the stuff. My dad and I go check in and there is a short line. It is about 10am by this time. Check in goes smoothly, we politely turn down the navigation system and extra insurance (scam!) and proceed to our silver colored van that would be transportation for the rest of the week. Our luggage fit in the back nicely. The car seat had to be strapped in the middle of the front seat, so one of us had to climb over it each day to sit on the other side of it. Finally we are off and loaded and heading down the highway towards WDW! We dig out quarters to pay the two tolls on 528 and before we know it, we are on I-4 and so close to Disney! We exit at 535, which is right near where I lived in Disney owned apartments when I worked there. I really miss my time there. We make our way towards the downtown Disney area and finally to Port Orleans. We had two rooms booked at Riverside and had faxed in a request for adjoining (not connecting) rooms, on a first floor in Alligator Bayou, building 14. We stayed here last time and loved it- close to the food court, parking lot and lobby. We park the van, and go in to check in. There is a small line, we are probably 6 or 7th in line. The lobby is pretty full though. We notice there are lots of pop warner people right away. I was surprised a bit. I knew to expect some, but I knew most stayed at All Stars. So I was shocked to see so many. One poor cheerleader was completely passed out on a couch. Which would not have been bad, except about 30 other people were looking for places to sit, while she took up a whole couch to herself. Must have done one too many cartwheels. I cant complain really, I was a cheerleader in middle and high school and in 8th grade we went to Nationals with UCA in Orlando at Sea World. I remember being loud and annoying. But as a kid, you didnt care. Now as an adult, I apologize to all the adults I annoyed, really I do. Now I was going to be one of those adults that would be annoyed by the cheerleaders. Karma huh? Its a great thing, except in my case.
to be continued in next post