The next morning, we hop up refreshed and ready to hit MGM. We head out to the bus stop and hop on a Disney special. We get to the park not too long after opening and notice that its pretty crowded already.
We make a beeline for the Big Hitters.
The guys hop on RNRC while the girls wait outside with the kids.
I mentioned earlier that on our last trip, I wanted to ride RNRC so much that I rode it by myself while DH stayed with the kiddies. It was awesome.

It really was. I did my Laugh Scream the whole way while a family of three in my car closed their eyes and did not utter one single solitary sound either on the ride or once we got off.
From the looks on their faces, I think they all peed their pants. Or pooped. Or maybe a little of both. Now
that was a ride photo I could kick myself for not buying.
Or taking a picture of. Forgive me. The Redneck Epiphany had not struck at that point.
Anyway, I love this ride, but standing outside, I always start thinking. I know how many Gforces the ride has. I suddenly remember I had a really bad headache just out of the blue the other day. I start trying to remember how many headaches I have had in the last month and halfway attempt to count them. The longer the wait, the more I think.
I know it sounds crazy but for some reason, I always halfway worry I might, just maybe, possibly, have an aneurysm I don't know about. I really need to stop watching so much Dateline and 20/20. It's silly, I know. I joked around to DH last year while we were waiting and said What if I have an aneurysm I dont know about and it bursts from all the Gforces on the ride? Unphased, his response was, Well, if ya gotta go, theres no better place to do it.
Thanks Babe. Love ya. Mean it.
So anyway, the guys come off pumped. They want to ride again. They are like two little kids. They cant wait to get back on. Then they hesitate and murmur to each other for a second. They then do the caring husband bit by asking if we would like them to watch the kids while we ride.
DHFW hated Space Mountain and does not even want to
attempt inversions and corkscrews. Ive got the aneurysm thing on the brain for the moment (no pun intended) so we tell them to have fun and meet us later. We have two way radios and we tell them to call us when they finish.
We check the showtimes for Beauty and the Beast. No such luck. Were way off. Shorty really wanted to do Playhouse Disney so we all make our way to the kiddie section of the park. Specifically, the Playhouse Disney kiddie section.
We park the strollers and carry both backpacks INTO the show with us. We have learnt our lesson and we learnt it well. Okay, well SHE learnt it well.
So help me, I really like this show. Granted, I probably wouldnt like it had I not spent all that time watching Bear in the Big Blue House videos with DS when he was a toddler. All those darn songs are just so catchy. And every time I hear them, I have to sway just like I did holding him way back then. The songs and that Gigantic Bear take me back to the time when my now 8 yr. old son wasn't so much a big kid as a sweet little diapered toothless toddler sucking his thumb and planting slobbery kisses on his Mommy.
Its pathetic that in a roomful of kids, the adults were the ones singing along at the top of their lungs and swaying back and forth with dreamy eyes and goofy smiles.
Welcome Welcome Welcome to the Big Blue House
.
How can you NOT sing along with that?
I had heard a rumor that the CM that does the show, Jamie, had died last year. Happy to report that is not so. At least I think it's not so. Cause he sure looked like the same guy from last year to me. DH says he looked like a different guy to him, just with the same hair and clothes. I think he's wacked.
Anyway, the reason I mention any of this is because he's really good.
He came out and grabbed DHFDD1 by the hand and led the kids up front to do the Bear Cha Cha Cha. Very, very cute.
From there, we were just about to head to Voyage of the Little Mermaid when DH called on the two way and said to meet them at the Sorcerers Hat. We head over and decide to check out the Great Movie Ride. We had never ridden this and were looking forward to it. It was pretty cool. The alien scared the crap out of DHFW. Got some pretty cool shots inside. These are a couple of my favorites.
As a little girl, I was Dorothy in a school play so I have always loved the Wizard of Oz. BTW, I received an award for that role. Kinda of an Oscar, if you will. For lead actress in a fourth grade play. Really I did. How pathetic am I that I even still remember and actually bring it up in a trip report?
But back to the Great Movie Ride.
The best part was the end.
Well, what I mean is the best part was the movie montage thingy at the end. Yeah, thats what I mean.
We hop off and head over to check out Star Tours. As if you hadnt guessed, DS is a huge fan. I am currently trying to talk DH into going during Star Wars Weekends this year. So far the crowds plus summer has been equalling a great big no from him. Guess I'll have to resort to uttering "Epicot" again.
Our friends take all the kids on the ride while DH and I sit it out. They take some cool shots inside.
Why did we sit it out, you may ask. Yeah, we dont do motion rides in a little capsule either. Well, DH for sure doesnt do motion rides in a capsule and I am just there to spend some quality time with my man without the kids for a change. Right. Dont judge us.
Lemme take ya back again. Way back. Almost exactly ten years before, we were at Disneyworld. For our honeymoon.
Yep, thats where the obsession all began.
See, I never went to Disneyworld as a child. It was just not much of a priority in our household. Trying to pay the bills on a preachers income was more pressing than taking trips to theme parks. Not to say that our family didnt take vacations. We did. We had lots of wonderful family vacations to the beach and the mountains and other places that I will never forget. We just never did Disneyworld.
DH, on the other hand, had been going since 75. He was an old pro. He knew what I didnt. And of all the places we could go on our honeymoon, he desperately wanted to take me to Disneyworld. He wanted to share it with me. He wanted me to see how awesome it was and he wanted me to feel the magic that he felt as a child with his family and as he got older with friends. And the entire trip, he was like a child again, experiencing it all over anew through my eyes. We had an awesome time. I was like a child again. I made up for lost time by tracking down as many characters as I could find. I was a woman on a mission that year, and I got a lot of really good ones too. I actually got a really cool pic with Beauty
and the Beast. Together. How often do you see that anymore?
So anyway, there we are on our honeymoon, walking around Epcot hand in hand, making googly eyes at each other and professing our newly married love for each other and (my) newly found love for Disney when all of a sudden we spot Body Wars. We figure what the heck. Were at Disney, so its gotta be good, right? We hop in line and snake our way through the building. DH was sportin a fanny pack (yep, he was cool like that) with all of our stuff in it. That
was the backpack back then in the good ole days B.K. (before kids)
As we enter the ride capsule we smell the faint odor of puke.
Very faint but very unmistakable. Seems we have to wait right on the outskirts of the capsule for maintenance to do a lil housekeeping. Great. We are far enough away that we are spared the visual but are treated to the scent.
Very nice.
We get the okay, so we sit down, buckle up and take off.
Here we go, down the esophagus and into the bowels. We are being bucked around like theres no tomorrow. Everybodys laughing and screaming. We are having us a good ole time. Somewhere around the circulatory system, we start dodging oncoming red blood cells as we delve deeper into the bloody tissue and it is at this point that I notice it.
My man has suddenly stopped laughing.
I look over at him as I am in mid laugh and watch him turn three shades of green. He is being thrown around like a helpless ragdoll and the poor guy is completely stonefaced. He then says the words no new wife wants to hear from her big, strong husband on a motion ride
Sure is
hot in here
.
Yep, its about to get ugly.
Next thing I know, he grabs the fanny pack off his waist and holds it up to his mouth. I have to give him props for his quick thinking. He was bound and determined that no one was gonna clean up
his yack. If ya gotta yack, better to aim it in a 6 ounce fabric fanny pack than on the floor. Hes very considerate that way.
By the way, did you know nausea is contagious? It is. Because at that very moment, I threw up a little in my mouth.
Mercifully, the ride ended right at that point and he was able to hold it in. I was very proud of him. He was very proud of him. We both stumble out and to this day remember the incident with horror. So that was the last motion ride we have ridden and it will continue to be the last motion ride we have ridden.
After Star Tours, it is about time for our ADR at Sci Fi Dine In Theatre. We are psyched about this place and it does not disappoint. How cool is it to actually eat in a car in the dark while you watch black and white trailers nonstop on a drive in screen? I just gotta give props to whoever came up with this one.
I feel pretty sure it wasn't Dinoland guy.
Anyway, we just love the atmosphere. Our server was really funny. He reminded us of Jack Black. DS wasnt a fan of the green beans and I can't say I blame him. Might've tasted just a tad better had they actually COOKED them. Anyway, I was not gonna make him eat them but our server apparently had other plans. Now that I think about it, maybe they try to see just how BAD they can make these things taste just so the servers can mess with the little kids' heads. He kept coming by and encouraging him to eat them. Hed walk by and just yell
Scooter, green beans. Then when that didn't work, he did the airplane thing. DS and DHFDD1 would both collapse into giggling fits.
Then DHFDD1 hatched a plan. Apparently, she thought it would be an awesome idea to HIDE the green beans in her napkin.
DHFDD1 aka Eve: Hey, hey, let's HIDE them so you won't have to eat them!
DS aka Adam: What are you talking about? We can't do that.
Eve: Sure we can. It'll be easy.
Adam: But he'll find out and we'll get in trouble, Woman!
Eve: He'll never know. Trust me.
Adam: (looking around over his shoulder) I dooooonnnn't know about this....
Eve: Oh just shut up and live a little.
So she holds the napkin and orders DS to shove 'em in. He is still uncertain and is looking around, scanning the horizon for Jack Black. "Come on, let's go...shovel, Boy" she demands. They both laugh uncontrollably and then try to recover as they spot him headed our way. He spots the scam a mile away. "Allright Princess....where'd ya hide 'em?" She plays innocent but he is not buying it. They are in for it. He tells "Princess" that since she hid them, she needs to eat them now. They all three collapse into giggling fits, the two kids and our server, Jack Black.
I have to say that we really enjoyed this place and will probably make it a DW tradition. Plus the Oreo Milkshakes alone are worth the trip.
After Sci Fi, we make our way around the park. We run into Sully and Mike and DS gets a pic with them.
DD is terrified and will not budge. I thought she was afraid of the fifteen foot tall blue furry monster, but she told me later she thought Randall was hiding up there with them. Invisible and all, you know, like in the movie.
Okay, thats it. Were cuttin out the Disney movies. They scare the kids.
From there, we head over to New York Street. I check my Times Guide. Why, you say?
Two words. Well, okay, maybe four.
Ranger Storm. Ninja Form.
Or maybe thats backwards.
But anyway, its the Power Rangers. Did I mention that DS is a total Power Rangers nut? Loves them. So when I showed him photos from other DISers who took pics of their kids posing with the ACTUAL REAL and TRUE Power Rangers, the boy worked himself into a Power Rangers frenzy the likes of which few have ever seen.
That is, until today.
Or that day.
Whatever.
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