My Fairy Tale Weddings Vow Renewal Trip Planning Session
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#1hockeymom
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ACK! She found out who we really are! Now what will we do? I really thought when we met up again this summer we had her at a complete disadvantage!
Love the report, Janet! I hate to say it, but you have the Mr. Freeze egomaniac part just right! LOLOL
Debbie
PS Those are not pool hoppers in the above pictures.
Love the report, Janet! I hate to say it, but you have the Mr. Freeze egomaniac part just right! LOLOL
Debbie
PS Those are not pool hoppers in the above pictures.
#1hockeymom
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I found our jerseys!
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janet, i shared this report with my husband and son last night. we all had a great time reading about your adventure!
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I found and started reading this report last Friday...then went on to your other Trip Reports.
Checked back tonight and you had completed this Wonderful Saga after a year in the posting all I can say is "I'm glad I didn't find it earlier I couldn't have handled the suspense."
Thanks for all the information you have shared with us.
Great Job...Jane Bond.
Beckie
Checked back tonight and you had completed this Wonderful Saga after a year in the posting all I can say is "I'm glad I didn't find it earlier I couldn't have handled the suspense."
Thanks for all the information you have shared with us.
Great Job...Jane Bond.
Beckie
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janet2k i love your writing !!!
your reports are soooo great
your reports are soooo great
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Janet,
I really enjoyed reading this trip report along with getting sidetracked into reading your May trip report also. You have a wonderful way of writing.
I really enjoyed reading this trip report along with getting sidetracked into reading your May trip report also. You have a wonderful way of writing.
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MAGICinMYHEART said:
I couldn't agree more. I found this thread this week and I have been enjoying it immensely.
Janet, thank you for taking the time to share all of this. Your posts have given me something amazing - I am able to dream about all the different ways to celebrate in WDW. I am already dreaming about having my very own FTW and I don't even have a boyfriend right now
Thanks again!
Thumper's Tara
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janet2k
I found your reports last week and have been spending days reading them. They are wonderful and you are so talented. I laugh and cried while reading.
God bless you and your family!
I found your reports last week and have been spending days reading them. They are wonderful and you are so talented. I laugh and cried while reading.
God bless you and your family!
No Such Thing As The Real World
The alarm clock woke me up at 3 AM. There wasnt much time to waste so I quickly got out of bed and headed to the shower. As I passed the mirror, my old friend Marilyn Manson stared back at me. As soon as I saw Marilyns face, an Aerosmith song immediately came to mind (note: commercial will play first). No matter which way I looked at my face in the mirror, I decided that two and a half hours of sleep was just not enough for me.
After I had showered, dressed, and made myself presentable, I knocked on the connecting door to Nutz4dznys room. Her flight was leaving later on that morning, and I had promised her that I would say good-bye before I left for the airport.
I didnt have much time to spare so we quickly exchanged fond farewells. After we had wished each other a safe flight home, I grabbed my luggage and headed out the door. As the door closed behind me, I realized just how much I was going to miss Nutz4dzny. We had grown close over the past year or so.
The Mears bus was scheduled to pick me up at 3:55 AM. I had been told not to be late because the bus doesnt wait for anyone. I made sure that I arrived at the front of the French Quarter by 3:45 AM. As I glanced around the porte cochere, I saw another family was waiting for the bus too.
Within a few minutes, the bus arrived and four of us boarded it. The bus then headed onto Old Key West where it picked up eight more passengers. The last stop that morning was the Caribbean Beach Resort. Eleven folks boarded the bus there, and then it headed onto the Orlando Airport.
The bus dropped me off at the airport at 4:45 AM. I went inside to check my luggage and get my boarding pass. Due to the early morning hour, the airport was fairly quiet but I could see signs of life stirring. I knew that within an hour or so the place would come alive.
With a boarding pass in hand, I made my way to the security checkpoint. Even though I have a metal plate, eight screws, and a wire in my ankle, going through the metal detector was uneventful. I love it when that happens.
On the way to my gate, I stopped at a gift shop and purchased magazines, munchies, and a bottle of water. It would be quite a few hours until I arrived on the West Coast and I needed reinforcements to tide me over.
With supplies in hand, I made my way to the gate. As I took a seat in the waiting area, I noticed a distinguished looking gentleman sitting across from me. He was nicely dressed in a sports jacket and pants, and he seemed relaxed and content. For some odd reason, he looked vaguely familiar. At first I didnt pay much mind to him. I pulled out a magazine and began to read, but soon I found my eyes gravitating towards him. I didnt know why.
I went back to reading my magazine, but my train of thought was interrupted by the sound of hushed conversations coming from the ticket agents who were working the gate. I looked over at them and saw that they were conversing about the gentleman who was sitting across from me. I took another glance at him and saw that he was deep in thought. I still couldnt place him.
I eventually gave up trying to read my magazine. Since I enjoy people-watching, I switched over to that for a change of pace. The waiting area was beginning to get crowded with travelers. Anything that they were doing was surely going to be more interesting than what was found within the pages of my magazine.
While I was people-watching, I noticed that one of the ticket agents had approached the gentleman. I couldnt hear what she was saying to him but he nodded in agreement. She then walked back to the ticket desk and whispered something to her coworkers. It was then that the light bulb went off in my head. I had finally figured out who the gentleman was.
I couldnt believe that Henry Winkler had been sitting across from me for over twenty minutes. I wondered if anyone else had realized that a celebrity was sitting amongst us. If they did notice, they never let on.
I was impressed that Mr. Winkler, a.k.a, the Fonz, had chosen to sit openly in the waiting area instead of sitting hidden in a restaurant or lounge. I was also impressed that he made no attempt to hide who he was. He could have obscured his face by holding up a magazine or a newspaper, but he did no such thing. He sat in the waiting area like the rest of the travelers, and I found that quite refreshing.
I should note that I had my camcorder in my carry-on bag. I was dying to sneak some video footage of Mr. Winkler, but I decided that since he had chosen to sit quietly amongst us, I owed him his privacy. My camcorder stayed inside my bag.
Shortly before boarding time, Mr. Winkler was approached by the same ticket agent. Upon her instructions, he stood up and followed her to the gate. She checked his boarding pass and allowed him entry to the plane. She then made an announcement over the public address system that it was time for general boarding for the flight.
When my boarding group was called, I approached the gate and was allowed to board the plane. As I walked down the gangway, I wondered if Mr. Winkler would be sitting in First Class. If he was sitting there, I wondered if he would obscure his face so that the rest of the passengers could not see who he was. I knew it wouldnt be long until I had the answers to my questions.
When I made my way into the plane, I was pleasantly surprised to see Mr. Winkler sitting quietly in an aisle seat in the First Class section. He made no attempt to hide who he was, and he looked completely approachable. He made eye contact with the passengers as they walked past him. I debated saying something to him as I passed but instead chose simply to smile at him. He smiled back in return. As I made my way down the aisle, I heard a few passengers greeting him. He was cordial in his responses to them. That made me smile.
I found my seat and put my carry-on bag into the overhead compartment. I then put my magazines and munchies underneath the seat in front of me. It would be a long flight to the West Coast. I wanted to make sure that I had everything within easy reach so as not to bother those who would be sitting around me.
Eventually the plane filled with passengers and it was time to push back from the gate. I had mixed feelings about leaving Orlando. My brief stay had been filled with so many wondrous things, that as soon as the planes wheels left the tarmac, I was afraid I would never be able to recapture the magic of my fairy tale week. I felt my eyes fill up with tears at the thought of that.
Once the plane was in the air, I realized that I was excited about seeing my family again. It was a shame, however, that this was only the first leg of my journey home and it was going to be a long one. Oh, well. At least I had plenty of magazines to help me pass the time.
About fifteen minutes into the flight, the woman across the aisle from me began speaking to the woman behind her. The two of them were talking about Henry Winkler. She mentioned that he had been in town for a book convention. He was writing a series of childrens books for her company (note: commercial will play first).
I tried not to listen to their conversation, but my ears perked up when I heard the woman say that Mr. Winkler was a childrens book author. I never would have guessed that of him. I was impressed. Actor, producer, director, author a true renaissance man.
The woman went on to mention that the central character in his books was a boy. She said Mr. Winkler had good stories to tell and children would enjoy reading them. She ended the conversation by stating that Mr. Winkler was as nice as could be, a real gentleman. That made me smile. That was exactly the way he had appeared to me in the airport and on the airplane. I made a mental note to look into his books.
The rest of my flight passed uneventfully. I finished reading a couple of my magazines, and before I knew it, my plane was touching down. There were two hours between flights so I was in no hurry to deplane. I let the other folks who had flights to catch go ahead of me. When the plane was just about empty, I retrieved my carry-on bag and made my way down the aisle and out of the airplane.
As I walked by a bank of pay telephones in the terminal, I picked one up and called home. I wanted to let my family know that my travel plans were right on schedule.
I spoke to my daughter first and told her what airport I was at. I then told her that Henry Winkler had been on my flight. As soon as I said that, I realized she would not know who Henry Winkler was, so I asked to speak to my husband. Before my daughter turned the telephone over to him, she asked, Mama, wasnt he in The Waterboy? I was taken aback by her question. I knew that Adam Sandler had been in The Waterboy, but I couldnt remember if Henry Winkler had been too. My daughter then asked, Wasnt he the coach? My mind was blank.
When my husband came on the line, he asked me why our daughter was talking about Henry Winkler. I said it was because he had been on my flight. My husband laughed and asked, Really? I replied, Really.
I then asked my husband if Mr. Winkler had been in the movie "The Waterboy." My husband said that he had indeed been in that movie. I laughed. How could I have ever doubted my daughter's word? She really was the biggest movie buff in our family.
Before I hung up the phone, I gave my husband the flight number for the next leg of my journey. He told me not to worry, he would be waiting for me at the airport when my plane touched down. That pleased me.
When it was time to board my flight, I gathered my personal items together and made my way to the gate. I handed my boarding pass to the ticket agent and then made my way down the gangway. This next leg of my journey wouldnt be nearly as long as the last one had been, and for that I was grateful. I was anxious to get home.
I was a little sad that there werent any celebrities on my flight, only regular folks such as myself. I found my seat and settled in. I then pulled out a magazine and began to read. I quickly became immersed in it.
The flight was a smooth one and soon the plane was parking at the gate. As I headed towards the exit, I made one final check of my personal items. When I was sure that I had everything, I disembarked and walked to the baggage claim area. It was there where I found my daughter waiting for me. She was happy to see me. She gave me a big, ol bear hug and told me how much she had missed me. I laughed as she squeezed me tightly. I told her that I had only been gone a few days, not a few months.
My husband retrieved my luggage and we piled into the car for the ride home. As he drove, my daughter bombarded me with a myriad of questions. She asked how my Fairy Tale Weddings planning session had gone. I filled her in. She then asked how Nutz4dzny, Bonzie1, and WeFullTime were doing. I told her they were all doing well and that they had sent her their love. She next asked what #1hockeymom and Disbug looked like. I had to chuckle at that question. I imagined that my daughter thought #1hockeymom wore a hockey uniform while Disbug wore an exterminator outfit. I assured her that both ladies were perfectly normal and were very beautiful, just as I was. With that visualization, it was my daughters turn to chuckle. Mom, beautiful? Yeah, right! I could hear her little mind thinking.
After my daughter had exhausted her list of questions, I asked my husband to turn on the radio in order to drown out the sound of the traffic. When he did, I heard one of my favorite John Mayer songs playing.
As I began listening to the song, I realized that if I had learned anything at all from the time that I had spent in the company of Walt Disney Worlds most creative Cast Members, it was that there was no such thing as the real world it was just a white lie that I had to rise above. And whoever had told me that I had to stay inside the lines, well, they obviously had never worked with the creative minds of Disney. An entire team of Cast Members had showed me that something better was waiting for me on the other side.
I began to smile as the song continued to play: Id like to think the best of me is still hiding up my sleeve. Yes, with Disneys help I knew I could pull off the surprise of my life. I couldnt wait for my twentieth wedding anniversary to arrive, and I couldnt wait to bust down the double-doors of the Wedding Pavilion. When I stood before my husband on the most magical night of our lives, we would both know what all the time was for.
It was at that exact moment that I knew I had made the right decision to celebrate our marriage with a Fairy Tale Weddings vow renewal in the most magical place on earth, Walt Disney World. I smiled all the way home.
The alarm clock woke me up at 3 AM. There wasnt much time to waste so I quickly got out of bed and headed to the shower. As I passed the mirror, my old friend Marilyn Manson stared back at me. As soon as I saw Marilyns face, an Aerosmith song immediately came to mind (note: commercial will play first). No matter which way I looked at my face in the mirror, I decided that two and a half hours of sleep was just not enough for me.
After I had showered, dressed, and made myself presentable, I knocked on the connecting door to Nutz4dznys room. Her flight was leaving later on that morning, and I had promised her that I would say good-bye before I left for the airport.
I didnt have much time to spare so we quickly exchanged fond farewells. After we had wished each other a safe flight home, I grabbed my luggage and headed out the door. As the door closed behind me, I realized just how much I was going to miss Nutz4dzny. We had grown close over the past year or so.
The Mears bus was scheduled to pick me up at 3:55 AM. I had been told not to be late because the bus doesnt wait for anyone. I made sure that I arrived at the front of the French Quarter by 3:45 AM. As I glanced around the porte cochere, I saw another family was waiting for the bus too.
Within a few minutes, the bus arrived and four of us boarded it. The bus then headed onto Old Key West where it picked up eight more passengers. The last stop that morning was the Caribbean Beach Resort. Eleven folks boarded the bus there, and then it headed onto the Orlando Airport.
The bus dropped me off at the airport at 4:45 AM. I went inside to check my luggage and get my boarding pass. Due to the early morning hour, the airport was fairly quiet but I could see signs of life stirring. I knew that within an hour or so the place would come alive.
With a boarding pass in hand, I made my way to the security checkpoint. Even though I have a metal plate, eight screws, and a wire in my ankle, going through the metal detector was uneventful. I love it when that happens.
On the way to my gate, I stopped at a gift shop and purchased magazines, munchies, and a bottle of water. It would be quite a few hours until I arrived on the West Coast and I needed reinforcements to tide me over.
With supplies in hand, I made my way to the gate. As I took a seat in the waiting area, I noticed a distinguished looking gentleman sitting across from me. He was nicely dressed in a sports jacket and pants, and he seemed relaxed and content. For some odd reason, he looked vaguely familiar. At first I didnt pay much mind to him. I pulled out a magazine and began to read, but soon I found my eyes gravitating towards him. I didnt know why.
I went back to reading my magazine, but my train of thought was interrupted by the sound of hushed conversations coming from the ticket agents who were working the gate. I looked over at them and saw that they were conversing about the gentleman who was sitting across from me. I took another glance at him and saw that he was deep in thought. I still couldnt place him.
I eventually gave up trying to read my magazine. Since I enjoy people-watching, I switched over to that for a change of pace. The waiting area was beginning to get crowded with travelers. Anything that they were doing was surely going to be more interesting than what was found within the pages of my magazine.
While I was people-watching, I noticed that one of the ticket agents had approached the gentleman. I couldnt hear what she was saying to him but he nodded in agreement. She then walked back to the ticket desk and whispered something to her coworkers. It was then that the light bulb went off in my head. I had finally figured out who the gentleman was.
I couldnt believe that Henry Winkler had been sitting across from me for over twenty minutes. I wondered if anyone else had realized that a celebrity was sitting amongst us. If they did notice, they never let on.
I was impressed that Mr. Winkler, a.k.a, the Fonz, had chosen to sit openly in the waiting area instead of sitting hidden in a restaurant or lounge. I was also impressed that he made no attempt to hide who he was. He could have obscured his face by holding up a magazine or a newspaper, but he did no such thing. He sat in the waiting area like the rest of the travelers, and I found that quite refreshing.
I should note that I had my camcorder in my carry-on bag. I was dying to sneak some video footage of Mr. Winkler, but I decided that since he had chosen to sit quietly amongst us, I owed him his privacy. My camcorder stayed inside my bag.
Shortly before boarding time, Mr. Winkler was approached by the same ticket agent. Upon her instructions, he stood up and followed her to the gate. She checked his boarding pass and allowed him entry to the plane. She then made an announcement over the public address system that it was time for general boarding for the flight.
When my boarding group was called, I approached the gate and was allowed to board the plane. As I walked down the gangway, I wondered if Mr. Winkler would be sitting in First Class. If he was sitting there, I wondered if he would obscure his face so that the rest of the passengers could not see who he was. I knew it wouldnt be long until I had the answers to my questions.
When I made my way into the plane, I was pleasantly surprised to see Mr. Winkler sitting quietly in an aisle seat in the First Class section. He made no attempt to hide who he was, and he looked completely approachable. He made eye contact with the passengers as they walked past him. I debated saying something to him as I passed but instead chose simply to smile at him. He smiled back in return. As I made my way down the aisle, I heard a few passengers greeting him. He was cordial in his responses to them. That made me smile.
I found my seat and put my carry-on bag into the overhead compartment. I then put my magazines and munchies underneath the seat in front of me. It would be a long flight to the West Coast. I wanted to make sure that I had everything within easy reach so as not to bother those who would be sitting around me.
Eventually the plane filled with passengers and it was time to push back from the gate. I had mixed feelings about leaving Orlando. My brief stay had been filled with so many wondrous things, that as soon as the planes wheels left the tarmac, I was afraid I would never be able to recapture the magic of my fairy tale week. I felt my eyes fill up with tears at the thought of that.
Once the plane was in the air, I realized that I was excited about seeing my family again. It was a shame, however, that this was only the first leg of my journey home and it was going to be a long one. Oh, well. At least I had plenty of magazines to help me pass the time.
About fifteen minutes into the flight, the woman across the aisle from me began speaking to the woman behind her. The two of them were talking about Henry Winkler. She mentioned that he had been in town for a book convention. He was writing a series of childrens books for her company (note: commercial will play first).
I tried not to listen to their conversation, but my ears perked up when I heard the woman say that Mr. Winkler was a childrens book author. I never would have guessed that of him. I was impressed. Actor, producer, director, author a true renaissance man.
The woman went on to mention that the central character in his books was a boy. She said Mr. Winkler had good stories to tell and children would enjoy reading them. She ended the conversation by stating that Mr. Winkler was as nice as could be, a real gentleman. That made me smile. That was exactly the way he had appeared to me in the airport and on the airplane. I made a mental note to look into his books.
The rest of my flight passed uneventfully. I finished reading a couple of my magazines, and before I knew it, my plane was touching down. There were two hours between flights so I was in no hurry to deplane. I let the other folks who had flights to catch go ahead of me. When the plane was just about empty, I retrieved my carry-on bag and made my way down the aisle and out of the airplane.
As I walked by a bank of pay telephones in the terminal, I picked one up and called home. I wanted to let my family know that my travel plans were right on schedule.
I spoke to my daughter first and told her what airport I was at. I then told her that Henry Winkler had been on my flight. As soon as I said that, I realized she would not know who Henry Winkler was, so I asked to speak to my husband. Before my daughter turned the telephone over to him, she asked, Mama, wasnt he in The Waterboy? I was taken aback by her question. I knew that Adam Sandler had been in The Waterboy, but I couldnt remember if Henry Winkler had been too. My daughter then asked, Wasnt he the coach? My mind was blank.
When my husband came on the line, he asked me why our daughter was talking about Henry Winkler. I said it was because he had been on my flight. My husband laughed and asked, Really? I replied, Really.
I then asked my husband if Mr. Winkler had been in the movie "The Waterboy." My husband said that he had indeed been in that movie. I laughed. How could I have ever doubted my daughter's word? She really was the biggest movie buff in our family.
Before I hung up the phone, I gave my husband the flight number for the next leg of my journey. He told me not to worry, he would be waiting for me at the airport when my plane touched down. That pleased me.
When it was time to board my flight, I gathered my personal items together and made my way to the gate. I handed my boarding pass to the ticket agent and then made my way down the gangway. This next leg of my journey wouldnt be nearly as long as the last one had been, and for that I was grateful. I was anxious to get home.
I was a little sad that there werent any celebrities on my flight, only regular folks such as myself. I found my seat and settled in. I then pulled out a magazine and began to read. I quickly became immersed in it.
The flight was a smooth one and soon the plane was parking at the gate. As I headed towards the exit, I made one final check of my personal items. When I was sure that I had everything, I disembarked and walked to the baggage claim area. It was there where I found my daughter waiting for me. She was happy to see me. She gave me a big, ol bear hug and told me how much she had missed me. I laughed as she squeezed me tightly. I told her that I had only been gone a few days, not a few months.
My husband retrieved my luggage and we piled into the car for the ride home. As he drove, my daughter bombarded me with a myriad of questions. She asked how my Fairy Tale Weddings planning session had gone. I filled her in. She then asked how Nutz4dzny, Bonzie1, and WeFullTime were doing. I told her they were all doing well and that they had sent her their love. She next asked what #1hockeymom and Disbug looked like. I had to chuckle at that question. I imagined that my daughter thought #1hockeymom wore a hockey uniform while Disbug wore an exterminator outfit. I assured her that both ladies were perfectly normal and were very beautiful, just as I was. With that visualization, it was my daughters turn to chuckle. Mom, beautiful? Yeah, right! I could hear her little mind thinking.
After my daughter had exhausted her list of questions, I asked my husband to turn on the radio in order to drown out the sound of the traffic. When he did, I heard one of my favorite John Mayer songs playing.
As I began listening to the song, I realized that if I had learned anything at all from the time that I had spent in the company of Walt Disney Worlds most creative Cast Members, it was that there was no such thing as the real world it was just a white lie that I had to rise above. And whoever had told me that I had to stay inside the lines, well, they obviously had never worked with the creative minds of Disney. An entire team of Cast Members had showed me that something better was waiting for me on the other side.
I began to smile as the song continued to play: Id like to think the best of me is still hiding up my sleeve. Yes, with Disneys help I knew I could pull off the surprise of my life. I couldnt wait for my twentieth wedding anniversary to arrive, and I couldnt wait to bust down the double-doors of the Wedding Pavilion. When I stood before my husband on the most magical night of our lives, we would both know what all the time was for.
It was at that exact moment that I knew I had made the right decision to celebrate our marriage with a Fairy Tale Weddings vow renewal in the most magical place on earth, Walt Disney World. I smiled all the way home.
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"No Such Thing"
Artist: John Mayer
Album: Room For Squares
VH1 Video Clip: Click here
Audio Clip: Click here
"Welcome to the real world", she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above
So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits
Maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can't find the answers
And all of our parents
They're getting older
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you got to rise above
I am invincible
As long as I'm alive
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above
I just can't wait til my 10 year reunion
I'm gonna bust down the double doors
And when I stand on these tables before you
You will know what all this time was for
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"No Such Thing"
Artist: John Mayer
Album: Room For Squares
VH1 Video Clip: Click here
Audio Clip: Click here
"Welcome to the real world", she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above
So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits
Maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can't find the answers
And all of our parents
They're getting older
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies
They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you got to rise above
I am invincible
As long as I'm alive
I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above
I just can't wait til my 10 year reunion
I'm gonna bust down the double doors
And when I stand on these tables before you
You will know what all this time was for
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Great installment, as always, Janet! They are so much fun to read, and it's so kind of you to share your wonderful memories with us all! We love reading them and hearing about your adventures!
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Janet - another great installment. Thanks for taking the time to post it. I love reading what you take the time to post. It has been a beautiful story and I can't wait to read it all. I hope you life gets a little less busy soon.
Take care,
TT
Take care,
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Hi ya Janet, finally had some time alone to peruse your writing and it was well worth the wait. I did not want to take a chance on being disturbed and not be able to give it the attention it deserves.
I will give you another vote for being beautiful!!!!
Inside AND out!!!
I love Henry Winkler and would have done exactly as you did. I do not ask for autographs or anything from anyone. If I like someone that much they have entertained me fully and do not owe another thing and I would want to give them their privacy as well.
I am delighted to hear that he is writing children's books. There are a whole lot of girl type books and a shortage of boy books IMHO and besides he would write such a 'cool' and interesting book. I will have to check one out when I get a chance.
You have much in common with Dorothy of Oz fame. No matter who wonderful the adventure - There is no place like home AND family!!!
Glad you had a fantastic summer and are resting up for the next chapter in your life. Cannot wait to see what you get up to next. I need to live vicariously right now.
Slightly Goofy (Linda)
I will give you another vote for being beautiful!!!!
Inside AND out!!!I love Henry Winkler and would have done exactly as you did. I do not ask for autographs or anything from anyone. If I like someone that much they have entertained me fully and do not owe another thing and I would want to give them their privacy as well.
I am delighted to hear that he is writing children's books. There are a whole lot of girl type books and a shortage of boy books IMHO and besides he would write such a 'cool' and interesting book. I will have to check one out when I get a chance.
You have much in common with Dorothy of Oz fame. No matter who wonderful the adventure - There is no place like home AND family!!!
Glad you had a fantastic summer and are resting up for the next chapter in your life. Cannot wait to see what you get up to next. I need to live vicariously right now.
Slightly Goofy (Linda)
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Janet2k- Another great installment. Your trip reports are the best! How cool to be on the plane with the Fonz 
I've always been a fan of Henry Winkler's. It is neat to hear he writes childrens books now. 
Also, just wanted to say, I appreciate your time posting all your pictures and links - especially in lieu of the fact that you stated you weren't initially real comfortable with being in the public eye. I can relate to that. My only saving grace is I have zero technical skills
, so it never even made it to the point where I could post much of anything that I didn't beg DD to help me with including my horse on the surfboard.
That said, I really enjoy looking at the pictures, the vivid descriptions of all the events surrounding your trip, and feeling like I'm living vicariously through your Disney experiences, even though I'm not really there
Rock on, Girl. Can't wait for the next installment.
I've always been a fan of Henry Winkler's. It is neat to hear he writes childrens books now. Also, just wanted to say, I appreciate your time posting all your pictures and links - especially in lieu of the fact that you stated you weren't initially real comfortable with being in the public eye. I can relate to that. My only saving grace is I have zero technical skills
, so it never even made it to the point where I could post much of anything that I didn't beg DD to help me with including my horse on the surfboard. That said, I really enjoy looking at the pictures, the vivid descriptions of all the events surrounding your trip, and feeling like I'm living vicariously through your Disney experiences, even though I'm not really there
Rock on, Girl. Can't wait for the next installment.
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