Master Gracie
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I experienced something today that I never would have thought possible. I saw the 7 Dwarves turn bad. All of them. There I was lying in my bed minding my own business when they jumped up and began hitting me in the head with their tiny little mallets and pick axes. That, in and of itself, wouldnt be so bad, but the worst was the way that every time they hit me they would yell BRRRR
BRRRR
.BRRRR. Wait. There are no Dwarves in my bed
its just the alarm clock.
Time to get up and head to WDW. I would be ecstatic, if not for the fact that it is 3:00 in the morning. Ecstatic doesnt visit me so early in the morning. We have an agreement. Ecstatic waits til a reasonable hour of the day and I, in turn, do not thrash it viciously about the head and neck. Now I would like to tell you that we had plenty of sleep last night due to the fact that we had everything ready to go a week ago, but then I would be a dirty liar. Not only did we not have things ready a week ago we didnt have things ready an hour ago. Or at least and hour before we finally got to bed 11:30 Friday night. And we get to get up at 3:00 and drive for 12 hours. Yeah us!!!
Arent vacations supposed to be relaxing? Arent we supposed to rest from all our daily toil? Arent we supposed to have time to breath? Bah all overrated. Were goin to Disney World, to quote the great Joe Dumars.
Up I get, shower, shave, shampoo, and any other appropriate S that you can think of. Jennifer gets up when I get out of the shower. I would like to tell you that she greets the morning with a smile. That, when I awaken her, she rolls over, stretches, and tells me, Good Morning Sunshine! But then we would be back to that dirty liar thing. What she in fact does, is roll over, give me a dirty look, and call into question my parentage.
To say that Jennifer is not a morning person, is to say that Kevin Stringer has a reasonable wit. But today is better than most, I leave the room with all of my appendages in tact. Just kidding .she bit my right ring finger before I could get away. No, really just kidding, except about the finger part love you sweetie!
We get everything finished, pack the truck with our stuff and her parents stuff, meet the rest of the crew and set out.
I wont bore you with the particulars of the drive, it involved Cracker Barrel, wildlife, Gas Stations, Wendys, a chair, a possible concussion, a bit of vomit, and a rush to pee.
What?
Concussion?
Ahh yes, sadly that part is not an elaboration. Not that I do not tell the truth in this trip report did I not just a scant moment past forego two opportunities to make us look better by being a dirty liar? Well? Didnt I? Alright then .apology accepted.
The story goes thusly. At lunch time, we stopped by Wendys to grab a quick bite to eat. I fulfill my role as the family Jungle Jim or is that Jungle Gym? Either way, all three boys are climing all over me. It is their favorite pastime. Anyway, the food arrives and we start eating. Chase, the middle child you recall, was not eating very well as there were much more interesting things to do. Such as stare at the three dirt bikes that were going by the window at the moment. He was standing in a chair and decided to express his excitement over the previously mentioned dirt bikes by rocking back and forth in the chair while standing in it. It tipped over and so did Chase. It bounced and so did Chase. It escaped unscathed but, alas, Chase did not. None of us saw exactly what happened, but there was the possibility that he hit his head pretty hard on the floor. If you read my pre-trip report you will know that I described Chase as a child that could run full speed into a wall and bounce off without missing a beat. Evidently, this ability does not extend to the floor as well. It shook him up pretty badly.
He cried for a bit, totally understandable, and then seemed fine. He was talking on the radio, we brought Motorola Talkabout radios to communicate between cars. All was well. That is until he threw up in the van. We all immediately feared the worst concussion.
To make an already too long story not nearly short enough, we dont think that he actually had a concussion. He got sick a couple more times, but an hour or so after we got to the hotel and he could rest and cool off a bit, he was fine and was jumping between the beds, despite Kristies best efforts to stop him.
We all refreshed ourselves a bit and headed to the food court at Pop Century, which is where we stayed on this trip. When we finished eating, Bryan (I misspelled his name earlier I am a horrible Brother-in-law, I admit it) and Carl (rest assured, I spelled this one correctly) watched the boys while I drove Jennifer, Kristie, and Louise to the grocery store to pick up a few things. After we had purchased a bit of food for the week, we get back into the truck and Louise turns to Kristie and says .You smell like puke. I can see it now. The scene takes place in an office. One beautiful lady is the center of all the attention. Guys are fawning over her like crazy. One is filling up her stapler, one is bringing her coffee, one is standing there smiling at her. We fade back to the least attractive man in the bunch. Short, a bit nerdy, not handsome at all, this guy doesnt stand a chance with the lady. He goes back to his cubicle, gets a bottle, sprays the contents of it onto himself and begins to walk back towards the ladys desk. Each co-worker he passes stops what they are doing and looks up at him as he passes, each with a vaguely disgusted look on their face. He arrives at the object of his desire and just stands. Each of the other men attempt to continue the task they were previously performing for the lady, but the power of the scent is just too much for them to bear. One by one they exit the frame, leaving only the man and the lady. She has no choice but to look up at the source of the present odor. Then you hear Puke, by Chase, it really gets you noticed.
We are back in the room now and I am finishing this report so I can get a bit of sleep before we head to Epcot tomorrow.
Hope you all have a wonderful week I know we will.
Time to get up and head to WDW. I would be ecstatic, if not for the fact that it is 3:00 in the morning. Ecstatic doesnt visit me so early in the morning. We have an agreement. Ecstatic waits til a reasonable hour of the day and I, in turn, do not thrash it viciously about the head and neck. Now I would like to tell you that we had plenty of sleep last night due to the fact that we had everything ready to go a week ago, but then I would be a dirty liar. Not only did we not have things ready a week ago we didnt have things ready an hour ago. Or at least and hour before we finally got to bed 11:30 Friday night. And we get to get up at 3:00 and drive for 12 hours. Yeah us!!!
Arent vacations supposed to be relaxing? Arent we supposed to rest from all our daily toil? Arent we supposed to have time to breath? Bah all overrated. Were goin to Disney World, to quote the great Joe Dumars.
Up I get, shower, shave, shampoo, and any other appropriate S that you can think of. Jennifer gets up when I get out of the shower. I would like to tell you that she greets the morning with a smile. That, when I awaken her, she rolls over, stretches, and tells me, Good Morning Sunshine! But then we would be back to that dirty liar thing. What she in fact does, is roll over, give me a dirty look, and call into question my parentage.
To say that Jennifer is not a morning person, is to say that Kevin Stringer has a reasonable wit. But today is better than most, I leave the room with all of my appendages in tact. Just kidding .she bit my right ring finger before I could get away. No, really just kidding, except about the finger part love you sweetie!
We get everything finished, pack the truck with our stuff and her parents stuff, meet the rest of the crew and set out.
I wont bore you with the particulars of the drive, it involved Cracker Barrel, wildlife, Gas Stations, Wendys, a chair, a possible concussion, a bit of vomit, and a rush to pee.
What?
Concussion?
Ahh yes, sadly that part is not an elaboration. Not that I do not tell the truth in this trip report did I not just a scant moment past forego two opportunities to make us look better by being a dirty liar? Well? Didnt I? Alright then .apology accepted.
The story goes thusly. At lunch time, we stopped by Wendys to grab a quick bite to eat. I fulfill my role as the family Jungle Jim or is that Jungle Gym? Either way, all three boys are climing all over me. It is their favorite pastime. Anyway, the food arrives and we start eating. Chase, the middle child you recall, was not eating very well as there were much more interesting things to do. Such as stare at the three dirt bikes that were going by the window at the moment. He was standing in a chair and decided to express his excitement over the previously mentioned dirt bikes by rocking back and forth in the chair while standing in it. It tipped over and so did Chase. It bounced and so did Chase. It escaped unscathed but, alas, Chase did not. None of us saw exactly what happened, but there was the possibility that he hit his head pretty hard on the floor. If you read my pre-trip report you will know that I described Chase as a child that could run full speed into a wall and bounce off without missing a beat. Evidently, this ability does not extend to the floor as well. It shook him up pretty badly.
He cried for a bit, totally understandable, and then seemed fine. He was talking on the radio, we brought Motorola Talkabout radios to communicate between cars. All was well. That is until he threw up in the van. We all immediately feared the worst concussion.
To make an already too long story not nearly short enough, we dont think that he actually had a concussion. He got sick a couple more times, but an hour or so after we got to the hotel and he could rest and cool off a bit, he was fine and was jumping between the beds, despite Kristies best efforts to stop him.
We all refreshed ourselves a bit and headed to the food court at Pop Century, which is where we stayed on this trip. When we finished eating, Bryan (I misspelled his name earlier I am a horrible Brother-in-law, I admit it) and Carl (rest assured, I spelled this one correctly) watched the boys while I drove Jennifer, Kristie, and Louise to the grocery store to pick up a few things. After we had purchased a bit of food for the week, we get back into the truck and Louise turns to Kristie and says .You smell like puke. I can see it now. The scene takes place in an office. One beautiful lady is the center of all the attention. Guys are fawning over her like crazy. One is filling up her stapler, one is bringing her coffee, one is standing there smiling at her. We fade back to the least attractive man in the bunch. Short, a bit nerdy, not handsome at all, this guy doesnt stand a chance with the lady. He goes back to his cubicle, gets a bottle, sprays the contents of it onto himself and begins to walk back towards the ladys desk. Each co-worker he passes stops what they are doing and looks up at him as he passes, each with a vaguely disgusted look on their face. He arrives at the object of his desire and just stands. Each of the other men attempt to continue the task they were previously performing for the lady, but the power of the scent is just too much for them to bear. One by one they exit the frame, leaving only the man and the lady. She has no choice but to look up at the source of the present odor. Then you hear Puke, by Chase, it really gets you noticed.
We are back in the room now and I am finishing this report so I can get a bit of sleep before we head to Epcot tomorrow.
Hope you all have a wonderful week I know we will.
Have a great time, I'll be looking for the rest of the reports. I'm just a little jealous, we wont be at PC until January. Maine 
I can only imagine what's ahead (frankly, I'm a little scared!)
