luvmy2sams
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Trip reports have gotten me through those long, dry periods between our visits to Orlando. Ive laughed and even cried through several reports, but have no such high standards for my own reporting. I simply hope to compile my memories into a somewhat cohesive form so that I can one day sit in my granny rocker and relive the good old days when the kiddos were still young and we were planning yet another adventure to ride a flying elephant, sail the seas with a few pirates, and dine with a giant Mouse.
I was one of the unfortunate souls who never made it to Disney World before becoming an adult. The closest I ever got was some Disney on Parade tour back in the mid-70s. I was only about 4 years old, and my mom drove me to the big city to see this production. I remember walking into what seemed a huge concert hall and climbing up lots of steps to find our seats. I dont remember details of the show, but I do remember the emotions, that feeling seeing Mickey and the gang brought out in me. It was magical! Besides that isolated moment, the closest I ever got to Disney was my Scholastic Disney book subscription and watching The Wonderful World of Disney on Sunday nights. I dont remember feeling like I was missing out on some rite of passage. Going to Disney World was something that people in my small town didnt do. It was just some fantastical world a million miles away. I escaped there as I sat on my Mickey Mouse comforter, reading Uncle Remus and his tales of Brer Rabbit for the thousandth time.
My DH was one of the fortunate ones, if thats how you choose to classify him. He made the long drive from Oklahoma to Florida with his grandmother and assorted cousins on two separate spring break trips while in high school. He remembers staying offsite and hitting the highlights of the Magic Kingdom and EPCOT. It was the mid-80s, and he probably would have rather stayed in bed and played video games. Still, he has some great memories with family. Isnt that what its all about after all?
Fast-forward to 2000. DH and I had just purchased our first home, and we had a little extra cash in our pockets. DH suggested that we book a trip to Disney World. His basic pitch was that wed never taken a honeymoon, and October 2000 was our 10th anniversary (of dating, not marriage). As an added incentive, he claimed it would be fun to check out the tires hed designed for the new Test Track ride. Call it a business trip, if you must. I reluctantly agreed. Wed never been on a true vacation, and it would be a treat for our then almost 2-year-old DD. We drove to Orlando, stayed at ASMovies for a week, and had the trip of a lifetime. We didnt do much research (had booked a package for goodness sake!), and we didnt know the difference.
On our first morning in the Magic Kingdom, DH is filming me as I push DD in her stroller under the train station. Im making my usual sarcastic remarks about Disneys mass merchandising when DH interrupts to say look up! As we rounded the curve by the Confectionary, I looked up and saw Cinderella Castle. I gasped. I dont know in retrospect why it surprised me so. After all, I did at least know that the Castle was at the hub of the Magic Kingdom.
In that instant I was transported back to that little girl in Oklahoma that read her Scholastic Cinderella book over and over again, looking at the drawings on the opening cover and wishing myself into that world. I was her again. And more importantly, I was there. I was really there. Thats all it took. The battle was over before it even really began. We were bitten hard by the Mouse
and we didnt mind a bit.
Up Next: Disney 2007 is in the works!
I was one of the unfortunate souls who never made it to Disney World before becoming an adult. The closest I ever got was some Disney on Parade tour back in the mid-70s. I was only about 4 years old, and my mom drove me to the big city to see this production. I remember walking into what seemed a huge concert hall and climbing up lots of steps to find our seats. I dont remember details of the show, but I do remember the emotions, that feeling seeing Mickey and the gang brought out in me. It was magical! Besides that isolated moment, the closest I ever got to Disney was my Scholastic Disney book subscription and watching The Wonderful World of Disney on Sunday nights. I dont remember feeling like I was missing out on some rite of passage. Going to Disney World was something that people in my small town didnt do. It was just some fantastical world a million miles away. I escaped there as I sat on my Mickey Mouse comforter, reading Uncle Remus and his tales of Brer Rabbit for the thousandth time.
My DH was one of the fortunate ones, if thats how you choose to classify him. He made the long drive from Oklahoma to Florida with his grandmother and assorted cousins on two separate spring break trips while in high school. He remembers staying offsite and hitting the highlights of the Magic Kingdom and EPCOT. It was the mid-80s, and he probably would have rather stayed in bed and played video games. Still, he has some great memories with family. Isnt that what its all about after all?
Fast-forward to 2000. DH and I had just purchased our first home, and we had a little extra cash in our pockets. DH suggested that we book a trip to Disney World. His basic pitch was that wed never taken a honeymoon, and October 2000 was our 10th anniversary (of dating, not marriage). As an added incentive, he claimed it would be fun to check out the tires hed designed for the new Test Track ride. Call it a business trip, if you must. I reluctantly agreed. Wed never been on a true vacation, and it would be a treat for our then almost 2-year-old DD. We drove to Orlando, stayed at ASMovies for a week, and had the trip of a lifetime. We didnt do much research (had booked a package for goodness sake!), and we didnt know the difference.
On our first morning in the Magic Kingdom, DH is filming me as I push DD in her stroller under the train station. Im making my usual sarcastic remarks about Disneys mass merchandising when DH interrupts to say look up! As we rounded the curve by the Confectionary, I looked up and saw Cinderella Castle. I gasped. I dont know in retrospect why it surprised me so. After all, I did at least know that the Castle was at the hub of the Magic Kingdom.
In that instant I was transported back to that little girl in Oklahoma that read her Scholastic Cinderella book over and over again, looking at the drawings on the opening cover and wishing myself into that world. I was her again. And more importantly, I was there. I was really there. Thats all it took. The battle was over before it even really began. We were bitten hard by the Mouse
and we didnt mind a bit.Up Next: Disney 2007 is in the works!
2004 held two trips: October with the kiddos and December/January without said kiddos for our 10th wedding anniversary. An added travel companion for the long-anticipated anniversary trip was two herniated discs. How much fun is that while riding BTMR?
January 2006 was a surprise birthday present for DD.
So, weve established that we have some debt, love Disney and loathe the Grand Floridian. With those important details meted out, we had the added complication of changing DDs school. Changing schools meant that shed be attending a school with an actual attendance policy as opposed to some arbitrary system that favored those donating the most money or volunteer hours. Missing 10 days just before Christmas break while at a new school doesnt sound like such a good idea to us, so we changed our vacation to fall over DDs fall break. This way shell only miss 4 days. We also downgraded our lodging. Staying Deluxe is our reward for having all our ducks in a row. Our ducks have been shot and feathered this year, so were staying at Pop.
-- tire designer by trade; loves his family, video games and the assorted beverage
; affectionately referred to as "Goofy Daddy"
-- SAHM gearing up for a return to college in January; resident chauffeur and scrapbooker
-- slightly sarcastic charmer; recently graduated from the princesses to High School Musical, which traumatized
-- our loveable sweet boy; loves Stitch, Spiderman and the Ninja Turtles; gets most anything he wants by flashing his smile; can't wait to ride the big rides
ooh: -- our good friend and babysitter/petsitter/housesitter; a dynamo woman that makes it easy for us to leave our fur babies behind; bound to make an appearance or two with requests from the World
Daisy and
Zoe -- our ultra-spoiled 12.5 year old cocker spaniel and 3 year old lab--often referred to as "the girls";
) as a room-only standard room reservation with the
can do funny things to your brain! 

DD's teacher is a first year, so surely she'll be very by the book, and this might not be received well. How come two 35-year-old adults can still be intimidated by a 20-something-year-old school teacher?
We don't want DD to be singled out for any reason, and we're becoming quite obsessed regarding whether this vacation was such a good idea or not. Just how unforgiving is this administration? Maybe we are awful parents? Should we just eat the airfare cost and go over spring break? You would not believe the bazillion questions that cross our minds during the 7-minute drive to school.

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Oh, who am I kidding? Next time around I'll have two kids in school, and I'll be back in college. There will be increased chaos, I'm sure.

Our flight leaves DFW at the unholy hour of 7am Saturday morning. Whose insane idea was that one, I ask?