dwheatl
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As Wayne Brady likes to say, "I'm crazy nutso 
." so when I say a "mad Lime Green woman", I mean like the hatter, not like I'm ticked.
We got home Friday night, August 4, and I was bound and determined to be the fastest TR poster of the LGMHPC club. Then we plugged in the computer, and the modem wasn't working. That's bad. Then we looked at the Radio Shack ad, and a modem was on sale. That's good. But the sale didn't start until Sunday, today. That's bad. So, I waited. I was able to hook up my laptop directly to the modem and read through other people's posts, but, as I said, the stretched out wires looked like the home in Carousel of Progress when they get electricity. Not really conducive to posting my TR. DH got the modem this morning, then we went to church, and now I'm ready to post (cracks her fingers and sits up straight).
It all started around Christmas of last year. My friend from Ft.Lauderdale was supposed to come visit us in CA last October, but the hurricane caused her to cancel her trip. I really wanted to see her, so I started to think about FL. We were planning a trip to DL for Feb., and the kids said that they would like one more trip to WDW before DS starts college. That's all it took to get me started planning this trip. I started doing research on Tripadvisor, and one of the users sent me to this site. That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship!
Somewhere along the way, I came across EricaFNY, and saw that she was going to be staying at the S/D at the same time I was. She asked me if I would be putting green Mickey heads in my window, and I started searching the site to find out more about this strange ritual. That's where I found DisUnc, Cyn, VA-Bear, Stinkerbelle's Mom, and so many other weirdly wonderful DisNuts like me. They started me in a life of crime (swiping LGMHPC'S ) that has completely overrun my life.
Fast forward to July 26. I've been nagging the kids to get to bed earlier, because they stay up online until 3 a.m., and with the time difference between CA and FL, that's the time they'll be getting up to make the EMH morning hours in the park (or so I thought). No cooperation on their part as far as sleeping goes, so I just get them up to get on the plane, knowing they are exhausted.
The adrenaline kicks in for all of us, and we're able to get to the airport in plenty of time. We're flying mid-day, so hurray, no long lines for security. I notice lots of people at the airport wearing lime green, but none appear to be headed to Orlando. We fly into Dallas, less than an hour between flights, which turns out to be a good thing. Dallas has a little monorail type thingy to take us to our terminal, and the voice on the monorail sounds like the Disney monorail voice. This sends in a second wave of adrenaline. Still no green Mickeys on the second leg of the flight. I ask one man if he's from the Dis Boards, and he looks at me like I've sprouted a second head. I decide I won't talk to strangers anymore (but how long will that last?).
We get into MCO without incident, wait almost an hour for the luggage, then head down to pick up our rental car from Alamo. They ask if we want a convertible, but we decline, since we just flew in during a thunderstorm (I actually saw a huge fork of lightning come right past my window towards the wing, but my DS tells me that's not a problem for planes because they are not touching the ground. Thank God he has that expensive Catholic school education and can reassure his mother with science). We get a non-convertible Sebring, and can barely fit our luggage into the trunk.
We missed the turn onto the toll road that's supposed to take us to our motel, and end up on Boggy Creek Road. Neither DH nor I say it, but we're both thinking about the '70's horror flick of the same name. We manage to find our way to the 192, the HoJo Maingate East, and Friendly's for dinner. We had happy memories of Friendly's from our last trip, but the magic is gone. Our food is just o.k., then we head over to the HoJo to check in.
Our room was only $46 a night, and we're only staying here for 2 nights, so my expectations are low. The room doesn't look too bad. I have to call for DS's rollaway bed. DD spots a roach on the wall, which I kill. It's only 1 inch long, and we don't see any more for the rest of our stay, but it makes us all nervous. We had brought breakfast food, but we decided to store that in the car and breakfast at the IHOP next door. DH and I get to sleep around 2, DS and DD around 3, and we set the alarm for 6 to head off to MGM.
How much fun do you think we had on 3-4 hours sleep? Find out tomorrow, when the madness continues
!
." so when I say a "mad Lime Green woman", I mean like the hatter, not like I'm ticked.We got home Friday night, August 4, and I was bound and determined to be the fastest TR poster of the LGMHPC club. Then we plugged in the computer, and the modem wasn't working. That's bad. Then we looked at the Radio Shack ad, and a modem was on sale. That's good. But the sale didn't start until Sunday, today. That's bad. So, I waited. I was able to hook up my laptop directly to the modem and read through other people's posts, but, as I said, the stretched out wires looked like the home in Carousel of Progress when they get electricity. Not really conducive to posting my TR. DH got the modem this morning, then we went to church, and now I'm ready to post (cracks her fingers and sits up straight).
It all started around Christmas of last year. My friend from Ft.Lauderdale was supposed to come visit us in CA last October, but the hurricane caused her to cancel her trip. I really wanted to see her, so I started to think about FL. We were planning a trip to DL for Feb., and the kids said that they would like one more trip to WDW before DS starts college. That's all it took to get me started planning this trip. I started doing research on Tripadvisor, and one of the users sent me to this site. That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship!
Somewhere along the way, I came across EricaFNY, and saw that she was going to be staying at the S/D at the same time I was. She asked me if I would be putting green Mickey heads in my window, and I started searching the site to find out more about this strange ritual. That's where I found DisUnc, Cyn, VA-Bear, Stinkerbelle's Mom, and so many other weirdly wonderful DisNuts like me. They started me in a life of crime (swiping LGMHPC'S ) that has completely overrun my life.
Fast forward to July 26. I've been nagging the kids to get to bed earlier, because they stay up online until 3 a.m., and with the time difference between CA and FL, that's the time they'll be getting up to make the EMH morning hours in the park (or so I thought). No cooperation on their part as far as sleeping goes, so I just get them up to get on the plane, knowing they are exhausted.
The adrenaline kicks in for all of us, and we're able to get to the airport in plenty of time. We're flying mid-day, so hurray, no long lines for security. I notice lots of people at the airport wearing lime green, but none appear to be headed to Orlando. We fly into Dallas, less than an hour between flights, which turns out to be a good thing. Dallas has a little monorail type thingy to take us to our terminal, and the voice on the monorail sounds like the Disney monorail voice. This sends in a second wave of adrenaline. Still no green Mickeys on the second leg of the flight. I ask one man if he's from the Dis Boards, and he looks at me like I've sprouted a second head. I decide I won't talk to strangers anymore (but how long will that last?).
We get into MCO without incident, wait almost an hour for the luggage, then head down to pick up our rental car from Alamo. They ask if we want a convertible, but we decline, since we just flew in during a thunderstorm (I actually saw a huge fork of lightning come right past my window towards the wing, but my DS tells me that's not a problem for planes because they are not touching the ground. Thank God he has that expensive Catholic school education and can reassure his mother with science). We get a non-convertible Sebring, and can barely fit our luggage into the trunk.
We missed the turn onto the toll road that's supposed to take us to our motel, and end up on Boggy Creek Road. Neither DH nor I say it, but we're both thinking about the '70's horror flick of the same name. We manage to find our way to the 192, the HoJo Maingate East, and Friendly's for dinner. We had happy memories of Friendly's from our last trip, but the magic is gone. Our food is just o.k., then we head over to the HoJo to check in.
Our room was only $46 a night, and we're only staying here for 2 nights, so my expectations are low. The room doesn't look too bad. I have to call for DS's rollaway bed. DD spots a roach on the wall, which I kill. It's only 1 inch long, and we don't see any more for the rest of our stay, but it makes us all nervous. We had brought breakfast food, but we decided to store that in the car and breakfast at the IHOP next door. DH and I get to sleep around 2, DS and DD around 3, and we set the alarm for 6 to head off to MGM.
How much fun do you think we had on 3-4 hours sleep? Find out tomorrow, when the madness continues
!
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Can't wait to hear what happens next...... 
. We get fast passes for TOT, and get in line for RnR. The sign says 40 minutes, but it ends up taking 80 minutes. While we are waiting, a girl comes up and offers my kids her two fast passes (it pays to be cute), so we send them ahead to ride and tell them to look for us in the line. The wait is really terrible, because we are creeping up on mid-day, and the temperature is climbing. There are no drinking fountains in the line, and people are getting sick because they don't want to lose their places in line. The ride is worth an 80 minute wait, but I wish they had been honest about the time. I love the acceleration at the beginning of RnR. It feels like you're being pulled by a point just behind your belly button. Woohoo 
I had been having some neck trouble before the trip, so I make sure to keep my head pressed against the headrest, and takeoff and loop-the loops are smooth. The end is a little rough, so even though I love the ride, that is it for me this trip.
. It's nice to have big kids who get stuff like this.
. I spend some time reading The Unofficial Guide to Walt Disney World, then decide I might as well shave my legs, because who knows when I'll get the chance again. (I was glad I had taken the opportunity before we went to the water parks, where the waves throw you into total strangers. Not a good time to have 5 o'clock shadow on your legs. 
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