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Ive been trying to write the first sentence of my first trip report for about a week and a half now.
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I am beginning to suspect that the hours (and by hours I mean months) I have spent vicariously enjoying others Disney magic on these boards have left me with a little (and by little I mean paralyzing) case of performance anxiety.
Think, for example, of ZZUBs The Battle For My Wallet, Volumes I-V? As the saying goes, I laughed, I cried, they became a part of me.
Or how bout the antics of Mels happyhaunts? Or LaLa and her man, boy, and girl? Again, I laughed, I cri . . . okay, mostly I just laughed! So hard that I wet my pants. Just a little.
Somehow I must find a way to break my lurky silence, because this trip really has a story to tell. You see, I am joining forces with my Mom and my Aunt Cher to take my 83 year old grandmother (Nanny) on . . . . . Wait for it . . . . . HER VERY FIRST TRIP TO WDW!!!
EVER!! (Which I guess was implied by the whole capitalization frenzy.)
Yes, indeedy, friends and neighbors: three generations of opinionated, stubborn, control-freak women are taking on the most magical place on Earth! Woo hoo!
This trip has been 3 years in the making. And before you ask - No, Im not that compulsive a planner. There have been extenuating circumstances.
This trip was originally planned for November 2004 but, alas, it was not meant to be. You see, Nanny was more than a little jazzed about the idea of this trip and spent the whole day before leaving futzing around the house. Packing. Baking cookies. Packing. Eating cookies. Packing. Baking more cookies you get the picture.
Sadly all this activity took her body by surprise and she fell. And broke her hip. Hours before the Van of Happiness was scheduled to leave the real world behind.
When Mom called with the news, I thought she was messin with me. For a second. Until it dawned on me that it wasnt the kind of thing people joke about. Not even us. So while the family cried in an emergency room in South Carolina (where they live) I cried on my phone in New Hampshire (where I live) while I cancelled all our loverly plans.
And that was that.
Or was it?
Nannys recovery was slow and there were times when we thought it might get the best of her, but she is finally back in her own home and her life is mostly back to normal.
In September, Nanny inherited some money. Believe it or not, her AUNT just passed away. Ill give you a minute to do the math . . . Scary, aint it. The women in my family may survive largely on fried foods and sweets or fried sweets but we live durn near forever. I think its the stubborn (and by stubborn I mean pig-headed) thing I mentioned earlier.
Anyhoo . . she inherited some coin. Did she want to protect it to provide for her medical needs? Nope. Maybe create a foundation for feeding the hungry? Or at least a hungry person (its money, not MONEY)? Not so much. Did she want to put her great grandchildren through college? Forgeddaboudit. Although in her defense, she doesnt actually have great grandchildren.
The very first thing she wanted to do was take us on the trip to Disney World that almost never was!!
Disney!?!
For FREEEE!?!
Count me sooooooo in. Like Flynn. Whoever that is.
Because I am the only real Disney fan (and by fan I mean geek) in the group, I volunteered to do the planning. When the busy folks checked their busy schedules they came up with November. This November. November of 2007.
Me (in my head): Im supposed to plan a Disney trip in less than 2 months? I usually have my itinerary completed and tucked safely into a color-coordinated at 180 days. But I have less than 2 months!?!?!
Me (out loud): Sure, we can plan a WDW trip by then. Itll be just super. No big woop.
Me (in my head):
I started making calls and discovered, to my great surprise, that it is possible to plan a Disney vacation with only 6 weeks notice. My husband no longer recognizes me without my Trip Notebook (you can hear the capitals if you try really hard), but it is possible.
And, in case anyone is wondering, Nanny has strict orders until Nov 15: no packing, no getting together of goodies for the trip, no futzing about the house in any way at any time for any reason! Period.
Coming soon: Our Cast of Characters and how my life could inspire a country song
Writing . . . . . deleting.
Writing . . . . . deleting.
Writing . . . . . deleting.
I am beginning to suspect that the hours (and by hours I mean months) I have spent vicariously enjoying others Disney magic on these boards have left me with a little (and by little I mean paralyzing) case of performance anxiety.
Think, for example, of ZZUBs The Battle For My Wallet, Volumes I-V? As the saying goes, I laughed, I cried, they became a part of me.
Or how bout the antics of Mels happyhaunts? Or LaLa and her man, boy, and girl? Again, I laughed, I cri . . . okay, mostly I just laughed! So hard that I wet my pants. Just a little.
Somehow I must find a way to break my lurky silence, because this trip really has a story to tell. You see, I am joining forces with my Mom and my Aunt Cher to take my 83 year old grandmother (Nanny) on . . . . . Wait for it . . . . . HER VERY FIRST TRIP TO WDW!!!
EVER!! (Which I guess was implied by the whole capitalization frenzy.)
Yes, indeedy, friends and neighbors: three generations of opinionated, stubborn, control-freak women are taking on the most magical place on Earth! Woo hoo!
This trip has been 3 years in the making. And before you ask - No, Im not that compulsive a planner. There have been extenuating circumstances.
This trip was originally planned for November 2004 but, alas, it was not meant to be. You see, Nanny was more than a little jazzed about the idea of this trip and spent the whole day before leaving futzing around the house. Packing. Baking cookies. Packing. Eating cookies. Packing. Baking more cookies you get the picture.
Sadly all this activity took her body by surprise and she fell. And broke her hip. Hours before the Van of Happiness was scheduled to leave the real world behind.
When Mom called with the news, I thought she was messin with me. For a second. Until it dawned on me that it wasnt the kind of thing people joke about. Not even us. So while the family cried in an emergency room in South Carolina (where they live) I cried on my phone in New Hampshire (where I live) while I cancelled all our loverly plans.
And that was that.
Or was it?
Nannys recovery was slow and there were times when we thought it might get the best of her, but she is finally back in her own home and her life is mostly back to normal.
In September, Nanny inherited some money. Believe it or not, her AUNT just passed away. Ill give you a minute to do the math . . . Scary, aint it. The women in my family may survive largely on fried foods and sweets or fried sweets but we live durn near forever. I think its the stubborn (and by stubborn I mean pig-headed) thing I mentioned earlier.
Anyhoo . . she inherited some coin. Did she want to protect it to provide for her medical needs? Nope. Maybe create a foundation for feeding the hungry? Or at least a hungry person (its money, not MONEY)? Not so much. Did she want to put her great grandchildren through college? Forgeddaboudit. Although in her defense, she doesnt actually have great grandchildren.
The very first thing she wanted to do was take us on the trip to Disney World that almost never was!!
Disney!?!
For FREEEE!?!
Count me sooooooo in. Like Flynn. Whoever that is.
Because I am the only real Disney fan (and by fan I mean geek) in the group, I volunteered to do the planning. When the busy folks checked their busy schedules they came up with November. This November. November of 2007.
Me (in my head): Im supposed to plan a Disney trip in less than 2 months? I usually have my itinerary completed and tucked safely into a color-coordinated at 180 days. But I have less than 2 months!?!?!
Me (out loud): Sure, we can plan a WDW trip by then. Itll be just super. No big woop.
Me (in my head):
I started making calls and discovered, to my great surprise, that it is possible to plan a Disney vacation with only 6 weeks notice. My husband no longer recognizes me without my Trip Notebook (you can hear the capitals if you try really hard), but it is possible.
And, in case anyone is wondering, Nanny has strict orders until Nov 15: no packing, no getting together of goodies for the trip, no futzing about the house in any way at any time for any reason! Period.
Coming soon: Our Cast of Characters and how my life could inspire a country song
