IBelieve207
Earning My Ears
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- Feb 16, 2007
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you caught me! You guys should take this on the road, you would sell out nightly!
I made the dog bark, I was laughing so hard!

I was sort of leaning towards Loud Girls middle seat watching her DVD player with her when I started to smell something nasty. Apparently, my little girl had gas.I was worried about the young lady sitting next to her at the window seat smelling it and thinking it was me. I started to adjust the air above our heads to help direct the stench my way when Loud Girl, with headphones on, yells; Ooooh, yucky. Daddy Farted!.
Montana Disney Fan said:We stayed in their three bedroom condo off 192 for a week once back in 2004 prior to moving onto WDW and the place was dreadful. One night late, some criminal showed up banging on our door looking for Vladimir. We barred the doors with the table and chairs and told him we were calling the cops. Eventually, he left. What do you expect for $99/night for a 3-bedroom?
Old Man Mills said:only to be awakened by the rowdy college crowd coming home from the bars. They were hootin and a hollerin and throwing beer cans around. Twenty years ago, I woulda joined them. Heck, 7 years ago, I woulda joined them. Heck, if the family wasnt with me, I woulda joined em!
I was sort of leaning towards Loud Girls middle seat watching her DVD player with her when I started to smell something nasty. Apparently, my little girl had gas.I was worried about the young lady sitting next to her at the window seat smelling it and thinking it was me. I started to adjust the air above our heads to help direct the stench my way when Loud Girl, with headphones on, yells; Ooooh, yucky. Daddy Farted!.
queen said:I already have a rewards/spending money chart, complete with money bags for pixie dust!
I just wanted to say that between the wine and the blood I'm really glad you were in the RED carpet room.
Poor puppyblue said:Everyone blames the dog at our place
If you were in the "Courts" section, they're the oldest, and usually get the most complaints. Then there are the Spas, Fountains, Lakes, etc. etc. that are newer sections. On the whole I believe it's a pretty decent resort.
Goof said:Looks like it was a pretty nice place, appears to be a lot of room to move around.
IMHO, nothing in the WORLD beats a 2-bedroom DVC except maybe a 3-Bedroom DVCnc said:And now since we've stayed at our first DVC resort (VWL), we're really in trouble
Coming this evening after Pooh-head posts her remarks. Dang, she's slow ain't she?Kathy said:Just waiting for the next installment.....
Im sure she had her reasons for crying. Its hard to say what causes the waterworks. My dad used to love hot air balloons and every year our city holds a hot air balloon convention and at the crack of dawn, the balloons fly right over my parents house. Dad would run out there, stand on his deck and take pictures like crazy. Then later, hed call me all excited, and tell me all about the types of balloons he saw. He loved those balloons.
Every time I first get on Soarin and see the hot air balloons, I choke up and cant talk for a bit. If people saw me, getting emotional over balloons, they would think I was crazy. I guess that for whatever reasons, people just break down. I never talked to the lady next to me. I just sat and stared straight ahead or looked out the window. Being the shy person I am....![]()
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This happened to me once on a plane, but I was the one crying, and the poor guy next to me just didn't know what to do.
I was 23 years old and was getting on a plane in Cincinnati, flying to LA where I was moving. In the week and a half before the flight I had (in this order): Gotten married, flown to Disney for my honeymoon where on the second day got a phone call that my father had passed away unexpectedly, flown back to Cincy for the funeral, stayed for a few days to help my mother (my husband flew back to California at this point) and then got on the plane in Cincinnati (the place I had lived my entire life) to fly to California (where I had only been to twice, each time for 3 days) to start my new life. As the plane started taxing down the runway, I just started crying. Not an obnoxious, bawling type cry, but a constant, tears running down my face, sniffling every few minutes type of cry. And it was like that the entire four hour flight. I guess the stress of the whole thing had finally gotten to me. I felt sorry for the guy next to me. In the beginning he offered me tissues, then asked if he could get someone to help me, then finally I think he realized I just needed to cry.