How to make $3600 on your disney vacation! WE DID!! NEW 9/3*The Epilogue, DONE* p. 54
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Another great update HG - thanks! By the way, when my kids were younger they never slept past 6:30, or 7:00 at the very latest. I can certainly relate to that part of the story. All the kind-hearted suggestions we received didn't help, it's just the way our kids were. There is hope though - now that my kids are 12 and 14 they can actually sleep later sometimes, so don't give up hope!
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I'm hooked, just like so many others! Great Trip Reprort 
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Dear Fellow Dissers- I continue to be flattered and amazed that not only do you take the time to read my blathering, but also reply. Your thoughts and words are moving me on, and I continue to read Each and every post. I know who you are, promise!!!! So this message is just for you, each one of you. Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!!! I am on the mend and functioning at probably 80% which was good enough to get out on the trail on a faithful steed yesterday with some of my horse buddies and get out for a glass of wine with another set of friends. Sky is back to her energetic self too. SO thanks for the sentiments! Dissing has done something wonderful. DJ has started doing more housework. Yesterday he did all the laundry and cleaned the pantry and watched the kids for all the hours I was gone. 
He is my superstar. Please pay hommage to him for allowing me time to Dis! Of course he has yet to read this, although he admitted to reading Zzubs and Lalas......Hmmmph!
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Did I tell you it was cold this trip? Id read all the posts of these anxious travelers fearful of Diz in February. I would chuckle as I read them. Cold. Florida? Those people dont know cold. Cold is walking through two feet of snow to our barn at 6 am in January when it is 3 below zero with a 20 knot northerly blowing. The windchill might bring the temp down to 30 or 40 MINUS zero. That, my friends, is cold. I giggled as I would read people including mittens and hats as part of their packing itinerary, and long underwear. Diz and long underwear? Are people serious? 50 degrees, we up north can be seen in shorts with hiking boots and socks. Spring skiing on the mountains? Tee shirts and maybe a fleece-in 30 degrees.
I have been to Florida in nearly every month of the year, many times between December to March. I felt very confident in my packing ability. The standard one pair of long pants, 2 sweatshirts, I jacket, and of course the kids had their blankies. DJ does not hand out many compliments, but he patted me on the back about what a great job packing and preparing I did. You got us covered, Gem. Nice work. Well, the trip down we wore long pants, that was unofficially day one. The first morning we woke up and headed to AK, we were in the same long pants. Unfortunately, we awoke to record cold on this day- Monday, the 13th, our second day at the parks. Record cold meant it was 25 or 26 Sunday night. When we looked out our balcony the entire golf fairway at OKW was white, with frost. FROST? We check the weather and find our town was only a low of 15 that same night. How the hootie can you travel 1500 miles south and only gain 10 degrees?????!!! 10 degrees of separation- a new twist on 6 degrees of separation
So for the third day in a row, same long pants. Yuck. We have a hard time bending our knees in our encrusted 3 day old pants. We are cold. I did not bring the ski jackets. We could have used them. Little smug me, miss know it all of the artic north, has to eat her words and apologize to those Disers that worried about the cold at Diz. There I was dissing them at my computer. I now will admit I WAS WRONG! Yeah, we were cold, especially when it got dark. Now we still did not need long undies or mittens and hats, but we were not ultra cozy. Not that we were complaining because being cold at Diz beats being cold at home any day. But I was humbled and reprimanded myself for being fresh and cheeky. After leaving the Living Seas, with our living 626 Stitch, we decided to use the FP we had grabbed for Soarin one more time. Everything in the Land Pavillion had hours of waiting without the FP, and it was very crowded. We grabbed some asian takeout and tried to turn Jack into a happier fella.
Carson knew Eppie had the Viking ship. His interest in Vikings began when he saw an ad for the Lego Viking series at Christmastime. He had added this to his one, only must have I-dont-want-anything-else-from-Santa statement. We couldnt find the darn thing anywhere. Sold out on line, in all the toys stores. (Last year it had been a banjo- tht was fun trying to find without breaking the bank) We even called Toys r Us in several states near our in-laws in search of this elusive and expensive toy. I finally found it in a Toy s R Us an hour or so away. Picked up two of them as they were on sale and sold one on ebay which resulted in Carsons being close to free. That was fun. Carson played with that ship all Christmas vacation and his repetoire of pirates and knights had expanded to the Nordic warriors/explorers.
I sit with the kids at the computer and explore with them sometimes. We always research where we are going. This trip he zeroed right in on Maelstrom. Last time it had been Buzz and POC. Today at Eppie he was anxious to get aboard the elusive ship and explore. I used the time to share with him my Scandanavian roots, and DJ shares that my ancestors were possibly Vikings. His eyes grew large and for a moment, my stature grew in the view of my son. He was impressed. Yes, honey, the Andersons on my moms side were from Sweden. The Jorgensens on my dads side were from Norway. You are my child, so my dear, you too are a Viking. He grew in stature that moment too and looked so proud. I cant wait to go on that ship! But after the golf ball, okay?
The kids were intrigued with Spaceship Earth. You can go inside it?!?! they kept saying. You dont hit it? No, dear, it is too big. It is?! Yes, it is Lots of this type of dialogue went on over the course of the last couple days. So without further delay, we headed to the big white ball. The wind was whipping and after we parked the strollers, they kept going as we failed to use the breaks. We were freezing going from the Land to the Ball. No wait, we zoomed up the ramps and hopped aboard. Babies in the front, Ma and Pa in the back. Up we climbed through the centuries of man. The kids loved it. We had a chance to just sit, and do nothing. This was our type of ride. It was pretty much empty, and the CMs let us stay on and I think we rode it continuously for a total of 4 times. Okay, so now Jack liked 3 rides. Score.
When we came out we finally found a store that had our batteries. Mission accomplished. Pictures of this trip to follow, but not yet, as we left the camera back at the room. It was about noon. We had reservations for the Whispering Canyon at 5:30, but we went into the Ressie place to see if we could up it to lunch, as we were fading fast, all of us, but especially DJ and me. We got permission to forgo the Viking ship from young Carson and headed out to the Wilderness Lodge for some lunchy horsegirl style. Yeeha! Giddyup, Mama, take me home!
I have a friend that loves Diz too. She and her husband own a wonderful golf course with his family. She and I golf on Wednesday nights in season and do playgroups on Fridays and occasional dinners. They love WL and the Canyon. And convinced us that this would be a great choice for one of our big meals out. We did not have much money for food this trip, so we were only going to go out several times for a sit down. I heard the rollicking tales of stick horse rides and long straws and bottomless shakes and wacky CMs. Hootin and hollerin is just my speed. Kids running around as you eat is encouraged?!!? Sold! And to top it off, I am a horsegirl. Always have been.
My parents tell me one of my first words was forsey and they noticed my captivation immediately. I took lessons from a Colonel Bimberg starting at age 7 and had my first horse at 9. Hunt seat. Loved it. Loved my horse. We sold her when we were moving to Maine when I was 12. I got a horse and a few ponies when we arrived at my parents farm, and rode through my teen years. My older brother grudgingly helped out with chores, and tried riding, but was a ninny. Sorry bro, you were. I fell off more times than I can even recall. My folks had found a couple hundred acres farm with stone walls and a pond on a hill on a dirt road when transplating us from Jersey in the Seventies. My dad sold his vintage '52 MG for a truck! This was quite a change from our surburban Jersey shore neighborhood. I was in heaven. But no one in the family ever embraced the equine affair other than me.
When college came, the horses went. I worked on a ranch in Montana in college one summer and then only got a few rides a year in some form or another through adulthood. Meanwhile I collected horse prints and paintings. My grandfather had loved to buy antiques and he bestowed a few on me before he died. My folks added to my collection, and then as an adult I bought a few. There are horses all over our house on the walls. My folks one year gave me an antique hooked horse rug that hanging on one of our living room walls. It is stunning. This is all I had for the years I didnt own horses. Those years I sailed for a living, became a paralegal with an intent on law school, worked in business, and traveled the world. Those years were exciting, mostly, but I longed for a day when I could again have my horses. It was a dream to have a porch to sit on to watch beautiful creatures grazing in the pasture, walking over to give them carrots and sugar, riding in fields and on trails, just sitting on the hay and taking in all the barn smells that I love. I found an investment home in Maine while I lived out of state and rented it out and restored it while hoping one day to live there.
When I was done living the big life, I came home to Maine and met DJ. He and I eventually finished the restoration of our Greek Revival farmhouse and moved in. Luckily for me, DJ is cool with my passion. He really tolerates so much. I have always done things in a big way. I know no other way. When we moved to our farm almost 10 years ago, I started collecting horses. One or two were dream horses, a few were rescues, and two I had to have for the kids. He would get upset when each one came, but would eventually forgive me and now is as fond of them as I am. He lives with the artwork, and the animals. Horses are soulful and social creatures. They are truly a lovely creation. They also take a fair amount of time and money. Sometimes they are a joy, and sometimes they are a sacrifice. For years, we did not go away, as you need a very specific type of pet sitter and our cash flow did not allow for as much travel as we would have liked. There have been times when it has been really difficult caring for them, let alone riding them since the kids have come. We have considered selling a few, but as David pointed out. Who would we pick? It would feel like Sophies choice. So they are part of our life and will hopefully continue to provide beauty, fun and enrichment to this part of our life.
There are basically two major types of riding, English and Western. There are subcategories within these, but I wont go into that here. English is the refined hunt seat and somewhat proper equestrian style. Western is the relaxed, barrel racing, trail riding casual genre. I love both. I am different people in different moods from my music to my clothes to my riding style. Send me to a polo match and I am happy to drink a Pimms cup in my wide brim hat. Take me to a rodeo and Ill be the first one to grab a bottle of brewski and throw my cowboy hat in the air. Do your minds all wander endlessly like this? I tire myself out with my thinking! Anyway this was what was going through my mind as we headed to WL. I was missing my horses and wondering how they were faring in the frigid Maine air ..Heading over to Whispering Canyon was something I was looking forward to. Laughing, feeling all lodgey- I couldnt wait.
We are all quiet on the bus. We have hit the wall and I can barely keep my eyes open. The Lodge is quite a striking structure and walking inside was nothing short of impressive. The huge carved pillars, the gorgeous chandeliers, the wonderful fireplace, the artwork and the sheer size make the lobby most memorable. This was a nice break from the pace of the parks and allowed for a few hours of relative quiet and relaxation. With our kids, place an emphasis on relative. They loved the little rock river and bridge and found lots of children to interact with. DJ and I found the big overstuffed furniture and rockers most comfy. It would have been easy to just nod off, but of course we had the imps to watch
Whispering Canyon is nearly empty. We are really tired. Our waitress comes over and guess what. She has larangitis! Bless her heart, she tried talking. But it was painful to listen to. She tried cracking a few jokes, but it was obvious she was feeling poorly. We, the drones, had no comeback. There were maybe 2 or 3 other parties eating, and it was quiet and dull. We ordered the skillet meal. Loved the corn bread. We almost never eat meat, but did so on this day. The kids sucked on their shakes. The waitress kept trying to liven things up, but we and she, well. we just werent clickin. This is clearly part of the job, and this gal felt pressure to perform. I was trying to be polite and respond, but it just wasnt in me. She kept coming and kept trying to deliver. I started dreading her arrival and would look down to attend to a child or run after the kids to avoid the discomfort. The kids loved the stick ponies, and the fact that they could crawl all over the place, and make lots of noise. The Lincoln log table there was super too and the kids each made a little friend to play with while David and I gorged ourselves. It was a nice afternoon, but not the rollicking blast I had hoped for. My advice for Whispering Canyon is go at peak time when it is bustling and busy, and make sure you have had enough sleep, if you want to get the full experience of the zany antics and pony stick races. And whatever you do, make sure your server doesnt have larangitis.
Next up Another Malfunction at the Magic Kingdom, Mountain Style!
He is my superstar. Please pay hommage to him for allowing me time to Dis! Of course he has yet to read this, although he admitted to reading Zzubs and Lalas......Hmmmph!*****************************************************************
Did I tell you it was cold this trip? Id read all the posts of these anxious travelers fearful of Diz in February. I would chuckle as I read them. Cold. Florida? Those people dont know cold. Cold is walking through two feet of snow to our barn at 6 am in January when it is 3 below zero with a 20 knot northerly blowing. The windchill might bring the temp down to 30 or 40 MINUS zero. That, my friends, is cold. I giggled as I would read people including mittens and hats as part of their packing itinerary, and long underwear. Diz and long underwear? Are people serious? 50 degrees, we up north can be seen in shorts with hiking boots and socks. Spring skiing on the mountains? Tee shirts and maybe a fleece-in 30 degrees.
I have been to Florida in nearly every month of the year, many times between December to March. I felt very confident in my packing ability. The standard one pair of long pants, 2 sweatshirts, I jacket, and of course the kids had their blankies. DJ does not hand out many compliments, but he patted me on the back about what a great job packing and preparing I did. You got us covered, Gem. Nice work. Well, the trip down we wore long pants, that was unofficially day one. The first morning we woke up and headed to AK, we were in the same long pants. Unfortunately, we awoke to record cold on this day- Monday, the 13th, our second day at the parks. Record cold meant it was 25 or 26 Sunday night. When we looked out our balcony the entire golf fairway at OKW was white, with frost. FROST? We check the weather and find our town was only a low of 15 that same night. How the hootie can you travel 1500 miles south and only gain 10 degrees?????!!! 10 degrees of separation- a new twist on 6 degrees of separation
So for the third day in a row, same long pants. Yuck. We have a hard time bending our knees in our encrusted 3 day old pants. We are cold. I did not bring the ski jackets. We could have used them. Little smug me, miss know it all of the artic north, has to eat her words and apologize to those Disers that worried about the cold at Diz. There I was dissing them at my computer. I now will admit I WAS WRONG! Yeah, we were cold, especially when it got dark. Now we still did not need long undies or mittens and hats, but we were not ultra cozy. Not that we were complaining because being cold at Diz beats being cold at home any day. But I was humbled and reprimanded myself for being fresh and cheeky. After leaving the Living Seas, with our living 626 Stitch, we decided to use the FP we had grabbed for Soarin one more time. Everything in the Land Pavillion had hours of waiting without the FP, and it was very crowded. We grabbed some asian takeout and tried to turn Jack into a happier fella.
Carson knew Eppie had the Viking ship. His interest in Vikings began when he saw an ad for the Lego Viking series at Christmastime. He had added this to his one, only must have I-dont-want-anything-else-from-Santa statement. We couldnt find the darn thing anywhere. Sold out on line, in all the toys stores. (Last year it had been a banjo- tht was fun trying to find without breaking the bank) We even called Toys r Us in several states near our in-laws in search of this elusive and expensive toy. I finally found it in a Toy s R Us an hour or so away. Picked up two of them as they were on sale and sold one on ebay which resulted in Carsons being close to free. That was fun. Carson played with that ship all Christmas vacation and his repetoire of pirates and knights had expanded to the Nordic warriors/explorers.
I sit with the kids at the computer and explore with them sometimes. We always research where we are going. This trip he zeroed right in on Maelstrom. Last time it had been Buzz and POC. Today at Eppie he was anxious to get aboard the elusive ship and explore. I used the time to share with him my Scandanavian roots, and DJ shares that my ancestors were possibly Vikings. His eyes grew large and for a moment, my stature grew in the view of my son. He was impressed. Yes, honey, the Andersons on my moms side were from Sweden. The Jorgensens on my dads side were from Norway. You are my child, so my dear, you too are a Viking. He grew in stature that moment too and looked so proud. I cant wait to go on that ship! But after the golf ball, okay?
The kids were intrigued with Spaceship Earth. You can go inside it?!?! they kept saying. You dont hit it? No, dear, it is too big. It is?! Yes, it is Lots of this type of dialogue went on over the course of the last couple days. So without further delay, we headed to the big white ball. The wind was whipping and after we parked the strollers, they kept going as we failed to use the breaks. We were freezing going from the Land to the Ball. No wait, we zoomed up the ramps and hopped aboard. Babies in the front, Ma and Pa in the back. Up we climbed through the centuries of man. The kids loved it. We had a chance to just sit, and do nothing. This was our type of ride. It was pretty much empty, and the CMs let us stay on and I think we rode it continuously for a total of 4 times. Okay, so now Jack liked 3 rides. Score.
When we came out we finally found a store that had our batteries. Mission accomplished. Pictures of this trip to follow, but not yet, as we left the camera back at the room. It was about noon. We had reservations for the Whispering Canyon at 5:30, but we went into the Ressie place to see if we could up it to lunch, as we were fading fast, all of us, but especially DJ and me. We got permission to forgo the Viking ship from young Carson and headed out to the Wilderness Lodge for some lunchy horsegirl style. Yeeha! Giddyup, Mama, take me home!
I have a friend that loves Diz too. She and her husband own a wonderful golf course with his family. She and I golf on Wednesday nights in season and do playgroups on Fridays and occasional dinners. They love WL and the Canyon. And convinced us that this would be a great choice for one of our big meals out. We did not have much money for food this trip, so we were only going to go out several times for a sit down. I heard the rollicking tales of stick horse rides and long straws and bottomless shakes and wacky CMs. Hootin and hollerin is just my speed. Kids running around as you eat is encouraged?!!? Sold! And to top it off, I am a horsegirl. Always have been.
My parents tell me one of my first words was forsey and they noticed my captivation immediately. I took lessons from a Colonel Bimberg starting at age 7 and had my first horse at 9. Hunt seat. Loved it. Loved my horse. We sold her when we were moving to Maine when I was 12. I got a horse and a few ponies when we arrived at my parents farm, and rode through my teen years. My older brother grudgingly helped out with chores, and tried riding, but was a ninny. Sorry bro, you were. I fell off more times than I can even recall. My folks had found a couple hundred acres farm with stone walls and a pond on a hill on a dirt road when transplating us from Jersey in the Seventies. My dad sold his vintage '52 MG for a truck! This was quite a change from our surburban Jersey shore neighborhood. I was in heaven. But no one in the family ever embraced the equine affair other than me.
When college came, the horses went. I worked on a ranch in Montana in college one summer and then only got a few rides a year in some form or another through adulthood. Meanwhile I collected horse prints and paintings. My grandfather had loved to buy antiques and he bestowed a few on me before he died. My folks added to my collection, and then as an adult I bought a few. There are horses all over our house on the walls. My folks one year gave me an antique hooked horse rug that hanging on one of our living room walls. It is stunning. This is all I had for the years I didnt own horses. Those years I sailed for a living, became a paralegal with an intent on law school, worked in business, and traveled the world. Those years were exciting, mostly, but I longed for a day when I could again have my horses. It was a dream to have a porch to sit on to watch beautiful creatures grazing in the pasture, walking over to give them carrots and sugar, riding in fields and on trails, just sitting on the hay and taking in all the barn smells that I love. I found an investment home in Maine while I lived out of state and rented it out and restored it while hoping one day to live there.
When I was done living the big life, I came home to Maine and met DJ. He and I eventually finished the restoration of our Greek Revival farmhouse and moved in. Luckily for me, DJ is cool with my passion. He really tolerates so much. I have always done things in a big way. I know no other way. When we moved to our farm almost 10 years ago, I started collecting horses. One or two were dream horses, a few were rescues, and two I had to have for the kids. He would get upset when each one came, but would eventually forgive me and now is as fond of them as I am. He lives with the artwork, and the animals. Horses are soulful and social creatures. They are truly a lovely creation. They also take a fair amount of time and money. Sometimes they are a joy, and sometimes they are a sacrifice. For years, we did not go away, as you need a very specific type of pet sitter and our cash flow did not allow for as much travel as we would have liked. There have been times when it has been really difficult caring for them, let alone riding them since the kids have come. We have considered selling a few, but as David pointed out. Who would we pick? It would feel like Sophies choice. So they are part of our life and will hopefully continue to provide beauty, fun and enrichment to this part of our life.
There are basically two major types of riding, English and Western. There are subcategories within these, but I wont go into that here. English is the refined hunt seat and somewhat proper equestrian style. Western is the relaxed, barrel racing, trail riding casual genre. I love both. I am different people in different moods from my music to my clothes to my riding style. Send me to a polo match and I am happy to drink a Pimms cup in my wide brim hat. Take me to a rodeo and Ill be the first one to grab a bottle of brewski and throw my cowboy hat in the air. Do your minds all wander endlessly like this? I tire myself out with my thinking! Anyway this was what was going through my mind as we headed to WL. I was missing my horses and wondering how they were faring in the frigid Maine air ..Heading over to Whispering Canyon was something I was looking forward to. Laughing, feeling all lodgey- I couldnt wait.
We are all quiet on the bus. We have hit the wall and I can barely keep my eyes open. The Lodge is quite a striking structure and walking inside was nothing short of impressive. The huge carved pillars, the gorgeous chandeliers, the wonderful fireplace, the artwork and the sheer size make the lobby most memorable. This was a nice break from the pace of the parks and allowed for a few hours of relative quiet and relaxation. With our kids, place an emphasis on relative. They loved the little rock river and bridge and found lots of children to interact with. DJ and I found the big overstuffed furniture and rockers most comfy. It would have been easy to just nod off, but of course we had the imps to watch
Whispering Canyon is nearly empty. We are really tired. Our waitress comes over and guess what. She has larangitis! Bless her heart, she tried talking. But it was painful to listen to. She tried cracking a few jokes, but it was obvious she was feeling poorly. We, the drones, had no comeback. There were maybe 2 or 3 other parties eating, and it was quiet and dull. We ordered the skillet meal. Loved the corn bread. We almost never eat meat, but did so on this day. The kids sucked on their shakes. The waitress kept trying to liven things up, but we and she, well. we just werent clickin. This is clearly part of the job, and this gal felt pressure to perform. I was trying to be polite and respond, but it just wasnt in me. She kept coming and kept trying to deliver. I started dreading her arrival and would look down to attend to a child or run after the kids to avoid the discomfort. The kids loved the stick ponies, and the fact that they could crawl all over the place, and make lots of noise. The Lincoln log table there was super too and the kids each made a little friend to play with while David and I gorged ourselves. It was a nice afternoon, but not the rollicking blast I had hoped for. My advice for Whispering Canyon is go at peak time when it is bustling and busy, and make sure you have had enough sleep, if you want to get the full experience of the zany antics and pony stick races. And whatever you do, make sure your server doesnt have larangitis.
Next up Another Malfunction at the Magic Kingdom, Mountain Style!
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I got here first! I got here first! Okay, going back to read the installment now . . .
Returned to say - another great installment. And I so appreciate your description of the horses and their impact - my first lessons were at age 7 - at a Plantation that was owned by the State of SC - my Mom was good friends with the caretakers. But ours was much shorter-lived - we last owned a horse when I was a freshman in high school. Beautiful creatures.
Returned to say - another great installment. And I so appreciate your description of the horses and their impact - my first lessons were at age 7 - at a Plantation that was owned by the State of SC - my Mom was good friends with the caretakers. But ours was much shorter-lived - we last owned a horse when I was a freshman in high school. Beautiful creatures.
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I don't even know where to begin. First, I forgot we were only on the first day. 26 pages. Good work. 
Second - nothing, I repeat nothing can be boring when you start bringing GrammyJ into a report. Need I say more. Gotta love a good Grammy. OT now. This is the honest to God truth. My grandbabies have a cheer. "Grammy's great, yeah God. Grandad's great, he made us chocolate cake". Who are raising these children?
Third - Went to Magic Kingdom - Dec 27 or 28 1980. It was a high of 30 and the wind was blowing like crazy. We had windbreakers. I would have killed for gloves. This December I am taking a down jacket.
Fourth and final - Are you sure you aren't a couple of years older and went to college with me? Everything about you I already know cause I am friends with your seperated at birth twin. You rock and are so my friend.
Second - nothing, I repeat nothing can be boring when you start bringing GrammyJ into a report. Need I say more. Gotta love a good Grammy. OT now. This is the honest to God truth. My grandbabies have a cheer. "Grammy's great, yeah God. Grandad's great, he made us chocolate cake". Who are raising these children?
Third - Went to Magic Kingdom - Dec 27 or 28 1980. It was a high of 30 and the wind was blowing like crazy. We had windbreakers. I would have killed for gloves. This December I am taking a down jacket.
Fourth and final - Are you sure you aren't a couple of years older and went to college with me? Everything about you I already know cause I am friends with your seperated at birth twin. You rock and are so my friend.
Horsey....giddy up!!!! Still lovin it!!! Don't worry,the babes grow out of getting up early and you start yelling at them to get up earlier!!! My son and his friends have just gotten their butts out of bed (or i shud say floors and couch) so no worry it will come soon enough. Then you are in bed before them and they are in the kitchen 50 million times and they are still keeping you up....but they sleep in so you can too!!! LOL!!! 
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This is for DJ
I got my DH reading ZZUB's TR....he hasn't finished it yet....slowly, I will suck him into the Disworld....waaaaaahaaaahaaaaaa!!! He gave the kids dinner for me last night and bathed them while I dissed my self silly and then he took me out.
I loved that whole part about your love for horses and your farm and riding. DH's dream is to live on a farm with acres and acres of land and a front porch with a swing he could swing on in hid old age.
I got my DH reading ZZUB's TR....he hasn't finished it yet....slowly, I will suck him into the Disworld....waaaaaahaaaahaaaaaa!!! He gave the kids dinner for me last night and bathed them while I dissed my self silly and then he took me out.
I loved that whole part about your love for horses and your farm and riding. DH's dream is to live on a farm with acres and acres of land and a front porch with a swing he could swing on in hid old age.
'scuse me while I go turn up the thermostat and grab a cup o' joe...
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