Bounce Spot...or Disney World....that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler to travel to Greenwood, Indiana, or to venture to the House of the Mouse..?
Well, it's obvious who won out, isn't it? This ain't the Bounce Spot forums
Introductions, fellow disBoarders, before I continue. I'm J, DH (shortly, technically DF for now) to H, my totally loving, caring, and compassionate future DW. I'm 31 and DW is 39, and our, well, extremely large family will be traveling to the World shortly (like less than 40 days from now) courtesy of the wonderful folks at Make-A-Wish Indiana-Kentucky-Ohio.
Initially, when our Wish Kid was told he'd have a chance to go anywhere he wanted and do anything he wanted, well, he said he wanted to go to the Bounce Spot in Greenwood, about 15 minutes away. Then we explained to him that we really meant anywhere he wanted and anything he wanted, and yet again, he still said he wanted to go to Bounce Spot, in Greenwood. Then we asked him if he wanted to go to a really big Bounce Spot with Mickey Mouse and, well, you get the idea. That and a Disney Parks commercial sealed the deal, so that's what the title to this is all about...but I digress...
(In future revisions and when I figure out the tagging, a table of contents will go in this position)
Grab a pen, because there's quite a few of us. And now, in chronological order: DS G, recently turned 21, aspiring mechanic and gear-head, a gentleman's gentleman, into everything from UFC to the NBA to the NFL to the newest console games. DS B, 15 going on 35, the quintessential teenager (nothing more need be said to protect the innocent and guilty alike). DS C, 12, a smart but awkward fellow (but weren't we all at that age?) but still a light of our lives. DS J, 8, the gallant young gentleman who stays behind to help all of his teachers at the end of the day (and whom I fully expect to be recruited to Indiana as a offensive or defensive lineman if he ever picks up football due to his sheer size and physical ability, particularly in the usual pickup roughhousing evident in a house full of young men). And last but not least, the twins, DS J and DS J, 6, both full of spirit and rambunctiousness typically presenting in kids of kindergarten age, particularly since the older twin has a laundry list of ailments and labels applied to both his physicality and mental abilities.
For those of you playing along at home, that's two adults and six boys. Yes, six boys. They are all DW's from a previous marriage. As for me, I have my own DD, A, soon to be 3, who was invited on the trip but her mother and I came to the understanding that it was going to be rough on her to go with us (essentially, her mother made that choice and I agreed to save my remaining brown hair in my head and the brain cells that the lawyers didn't take or kill throughout my own divorce).
I'm a firm believer on short posts, so......
[Click, post, save because I'm OCD like that]
Well, it's obvious who won out, isn't it? This ain't the Bounce Spot forums

Introductions, fellow disBoarders, before I continue. I'm J, DH (shortly, technically DF for now) to H, my totally loving, caring, and compassionate future DW. I'm 31 and DW is 39, and our, well, extremely large family will be traveling to the World shortly (like less than 40 days from now) courtesy of the wonderful folks at Make-A-Wish Indiana-Kentucky-Ohio.
Initially, when our Wish Kid was told he'd have a chance to go anywhere he wanted and do anything he wanted, well, he said he wanted to go to the Bounce Spot in Greenwood, about 15 minutes away. Then we explained to him that we really meant anywhere he wanted and anything he wanted, and yet again, he still said he wanted to go to Bounce Spot, in Greenwood. Then we asked him if he wanted to go to a really big Bounce Spot with Mickey Mouse and, well, you get the idea. That and a Disney Parks commercial sealed the deal, so that's what the title to this is all about...but I digress...
(In future revisions and when I figure out the tagging, a table of contents will go in this position)
Grab a pen, because there's quite a few of us. And now, in chronological order: DS G, recently turned 21, aspiring mechanic and gear-head, a gentleman's gentleman, into everything from UFC to the NBA to the NFL to the newest console games. DS B, 15 going on 35, the quintessential teenager (nothing more need be said to protect the innocent and guilty alike). DS C, 12, a smart but awkward fellow (but weren't we all at that age?) but still a light of our lives. DS J, 8, the gallant young gentleman who stays behind to help all of his teachers at the end of the day (and whom I fully expect to be recruited to Indiana as a offensive or defensive lineman if he ever picks up football due to his sheer size and physical ability, particularly in the usual pickup roughhousing evident in a house full of young men). And last but not least, the twins, DS J and DS J, 6, both full of spirit and rambunctiousness typically presenting in kids of kindergarten age, particularly since the older twin has a laundry list of ailments and labels applied to both his physicality and mental abilities.
For those of you playing along at home, that's two adults and six boys. Yes, six boys. They are all DW's from a previous marriage. As for me, I have my own DD, A, soon to be 3, who was invited on the trip but her mother and I came to the understanding that it was going to be rough on her to go with us (essentially, her mother made that choice and I agreed to save my remaining brown hair in my head and the brain cells that the lawyers didn't take or kill throughout my own divorce).
I'm a firm believer on short posts, so......
[Click, post, save because I'm OCD like that]