All summer, Im a lunatic in t-ball moms clothing. I tell people that were going to The World, and it takes most people roughly one minute of my incessant jabbering or one simple question to my daughter (Jillie, are you excited to go to Disney World?? Ya. Gee hun, don't overwhelm tham with your excitment.

) to figure out which person is most looking forward to this trip.
I practically attacked one of Matt's former teachers when I found out that she's SUCH a WDW fanatic that she pulled a camper from PoDunk to The World and stayed a MONTH at Fort Wilderness. It was T-minus-two-weeks and I saw her at a football game. I told her all my plans, where we were staying, all my ADRs, some preliminary touring ideas and I was thrilled to receive her compliments on my planning. "It sounds like you've pretty much got it under control!" she said. COOL!
Since Former Teacher is also a cheerleader mom, she likes to ride the game bus as a chaperone. She cornered Matt on the way home from the game.
Former Teacher (FT): Matt, I hear you're going to Disney World?
Matt: Ya.
FT: Are you getting excited?
Matt: Sure.
FT: I sort of got the impression that your mom is far more excited than the rest of you.
Matt: Pretty much.
FT: Good luck with that.
Whether or not she actually said that last part is debatable. Someone may have thrown that in to embellish his story.
In very early June, I bought the requisite spray-bottle-with-integrated-cheap-and-lame-fan at The Wal*Mart for a mere $5. Jack looked at me and asked for what I thought I needed that. Although his question probably was not as grammatically correct as that and even more likely, was laced with the sorts of words that machinists use when theyre frustrated. Most of the words have four-letters. Anyhow, I explained, very lovingly, that it was needed for our vacation. Well, couldnt the purchase of something for vacation wait until, say, vacation? Well, no dear. By September, there wont be a single spray-bottle-with-integrated-cheap-and-lame-fan to be found in our pathetic little Wal*Mart. And the spray-bottle-with-integrated-cheap-and-lame-fans that well find at The World, will cost three to five times our combined annual salaries. So I am spending the $5 on this one while it is here and I have it in my hand.
I got it home and the clip that holds the battery compartment door closed was broken off.
Since the availability of any needed item at our pathetic little Wal*Mart varies without any real pattern (read: there might not be one there tomorrow), I trucked my fanny back out there to exchange my spray-bottle-with-integrated-cheap-and-lame-fan for one with a battery door that would, indeed, stay closed. I lucked out and didnt even have to choose another color!
During the summer, I found out about a thing called the Baggallinni Messenger Bag. I bought one. I found out about the D-shaped clippy things that are handy for attaching stuff to other stuff so that its easier to carry way more stuff. I bought those. I found the $.89 ponchos at Tar-jay and wallowed in my glee so much that I bought SIX of those! And holy moly, did I turn into a clothes-horse courtesy of Disneyshopping.com! Mere weeks before our impending trip, I found my own little gem
those little D-shaped clippy things with little rubber rings attached (via nylon strap). The little rubber rings fit just under the rim of a beverage bottle. These should come in super-way-duper handy, because through the thorough and diligent research Ive done on the DIS, Ive learned that my nifty new Baggallinnis bottle-holding-pouch is not large enough to accommodate the standard sized 20 ounce beverage bottles that I will exclusively encounter at The World.
I even broke down and bought something Id ridiculed. I bought
Crocs. Yikes.
The very week before our trip, I fell into the Dollar Spot at Tar-jay and scored my final deal for the trip. 8-color Princess pens on a string and 40 page Princess journal books. Each, one single dollar. No, it doesnt have a little pocket on the opposite page for a picture of the adorable child and the character, but, I didnt need that anyhow, because she cant find the stupid book now! So I lost a one-dollar book of worthless autographs. How many of you have lost your $8 version?? Huh? HUH? Tell the truth
Tueday of that week, I'd realized that I wouldn't be a TRUE DISser, until I faxed my room requests (demands???) to my resort. Non-smoking, 4th Fl, 50s section facing Epcot so we could see IllumiNations. I had no idea what IllumiNations had in store for me, but I knew I wanted to see it, and was planning on it the very first night, so seeing it from my room would be whipped cream! I was nice and tossed in some contingencies if my first request (demand) wasn't available... I'd settle for the 70s, still 4th fl, down toward the PopJets preferably, but anywhere on 4th fl would do if that wouldn't work. And I threw in a comment about being first-timers and about being terribly excited and hoping that I'd be lucky enough to catch the cast members doing The Hustle. You gotta butter'em up, right???
I scheduled my vacation from work to include the Friday before our trip and the Monday after our return. BEST MOVE EVER! While we were almost completely packed the weekend before, I still spent that Friday making sure I had it ALL!
Baggallinni? Check
Ponchos? Check
Variety of D-shaped clippy things? Check
Cheapie autograph books? Check
Legs shaved? Check
Toothpaste in checked bag? Check
Requisite spray-bottle-with-integrated-cheap-and-lame-fan? Check
Photo ID? Check
Camera and charger? Check
1GB SD card for camera? Check
512MB SD card for camera? Check, Check, Check
(yes, I took 3 512s and a 1G. So what? Im sure someone somewhere has taken 3000 pictures during their very first trip to WDW!)
Unofficial Guide? Check
Entertainment for wiggly child for flight? Check
All weaponry removed from Nikes? Check
I also spent Friday making magnets for my door at POP. I had one sheet of printable magnetic stock left from a long ago project, so I Googled me up some (probably copyrighted by someone) pictures of Pluto and Tink. I also scanned an Alien Green Mickey Head Paint Chip and made my official DIS-Magnetic-Identification-Badge. And heck, while I was at it, I made 3 more for some pals I had made during my DIS-ventures.
And then I fought with my printer.
A couple of hours later, I finally had my 8.5x11 printed page of magnetic fun! They just needed to be cut out. Heck, I can do that on the plane. Right? Or can I?
And after 20 or so more minutes of investigation, yes, I could take one pair of less than 4 blade scissors in my carry-on. Whew! Apparently they just cant be in your shoe.
Friday night, after one last romp with the weiners,
(what did you think I was talking about???) we loaded them up, along with all their doggie-gear and took them to Jacks brothers house where theyd spend their own week at the canine equivalent of Walt Disney World. Uncle Joe likes to spoil the dogs, so they were in for a week of fresh warm laps, new squeaky toys and tastier treats than those cheapie things that mom buys.
With tails wagging (theirs and mine, not so much DH and DD), we left the girls and went out for dinner at a Mexican place where I promptly got happy on a couple of very potent margaritas. I thought Id have trouble sleeping the night before we left. Didn't really turn out to be a problem.

I slept like a gal whod spent her day packing and being excited and then went out and got tipsy on some healthy margaritas. And I woke up bright-eyed and bushytailed on Saturday, September 23rd ready for my 8:00am car to arrive!
Next up: Lets GO already! Sheesh!!!