thefigueroas
Mouseketeer
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Well, let's get moving!
Cast:
Me33: Shelly or Michele depending on who is talking, also used to be known as Mickey as a child due to my three year old obsession with the Mickey Mouse Club but I digress. I am a 33 year old Disney fanatic who hides the extent of her Disney addiction like a crack addict hides her pipe and would do just about anything to get her next fix. I plan these trips as a gift to my boys (as I like to call my husband and son) but achieve just as much satisfaction in the planning as they get in the playing.
DH37: Israel, Izzy, or Daddy. My very own tall dark and handsome Navy man (he looks amazing in summer whites!
) whose hard work and perseverance have made it possible for me to quit my job and be available for room mom duty, after school snacks and the actual home cooked dinner. Its because of this hard work that we are also able to go back to our second home.
DS8: Raphael, RJ, or the boy. My very own Disney descendant who takes it as seriously as I do, this kid would probably walk to Disney if he knew which direction to face (thank God he has a sense of direction like his mother)
I am actually sitting here at my desk writing this trip report to help me in three very different ways. You see, I am bringing you along for the ride as I take this journey as a step for myself. I am normally a quite shy person with strangers and expressing my feelings. It is so bad that I can get tongue-tied at the drive thru at Taco Bell. Let me tell you there is nothing worse than receiving a bean burrito with onions and not being able to tell the 16-year old drive-thru clerk that you wanted him to hold the onions not double the onions. Dont get me started on the fire sauce. Who decided that stuff is fire sauce? I lived in Texas most of my life and you would be kicked out of Texas for even suggesting that the red water they put in that packet is Fire sauce. But I digress and I do that a lot so if that drives you insane you better just hit that little left pointing arrow up there that means back and find something else to read because I will do this quite frequently!
Secondly, I am feeding my Disney addiction. I have alienated my immediate family with my incessant chatter about our upcoming trip in November. Even the boy, my Disney Pal, Fellow Mouse Freak, and Cohort in Crime has had enough of my blathering. Of course, ever since he became a third-grader he seems to think that he is much too old for machinations with Mom. I know from the sound of this he had been in third-grade for a while but the truth is that his last day of second-grade was yesterday. In his opinion you instantaneously move up to the next grade the second the bell rings on the last day of school so he is in third-grade now. This is important because he is on the big kid hall now and not on the baby hall. In the past twenty-four hours we have tossed out our night light, Chip (the worn out bear) and the need for being tucked in. Ah the digression - this will be important in the next paragraph so retain this please. Anyway, back to Disney planning - the minute either one of my boys hears the words Walt, Disney, or World their brains shut down, their eyes glaze over, and little drops of drool come out the sides of their mouths. I am what I consider an open and loving person who never takes anything over the top and would never consider over planning any situation. Please read extreme sarcasm. It would never occur to me that anyone would be interested in anything else besides Disney. Well, as I read to some trip reports to them last night it occurred to me that I could let their ears take a break if I wrote my own. So here I am. Well see how it goes.
Lastly, I want some sort of lasting remembrance of this trip. As I mentioned in my last paragraph (I hope you retained it like I told you to!) my son is getting older and this will probably be it as far as magic goes if it goes at all. We have gone to the World three times since he was four, this will be the fourth and he has always been a fanatic. He could win a two week trip to Europe and he would try to turn it into four days at Disney World. He used to say that Minnie Mouse was his girlfriend and that Mickey was just out of luck (isnt that cute!) We also have been trying to have another child for several years and this next year looks like it will be our last round of trying when we do go back later a little dream of mine will be gone. You see, Ive always wanted to go to the Tea Party at the Grand Floridian with my own daughter. I wanted to get dressed up with me in my sundress and she in her Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, or Snow White costume and sip tea out of exquisite flowered china. I wanted to nibble on dainty cakes with my pinky up and her eyes smiling. Well, if the next years procedures dont work I will be giving up on a dream I have had since the first time I took Raphael (aka the boy) and that is a little hard to swallow. Some things are out of our control and I know that there is a purpose for everything but when you have always accomplished everything you set out to do it is rather difficult to give this one thing up to someone else and hope for the best. This vacation does let me have one last chance at dreaming though and the thought always sits in the back of my mind like a spark that maybe this year will be the year and that Ill drink tea at Disney.
So, here is my first installment. I digressed so much that I never got around to the actual plans so I will just have to add later. I am also about ti add something completely out of context but you would not believe what my son has done. We have one of those sprinklers that turn to different settings and he is out there with the stream setting pretending to do bodily functions that have no business being performed in public. I swear, this child sometimes makes up for two more children but I wouldnt trade him for the world. He is sunshine, freshly dug worms, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and poop jokes all rolled into one package and I thank every day that the good Lord has given me with him. I hope you enjoy our journey.
Cast:
Me33: Shelly or Michele depending on who is talking, also used to be known as Mickey as a child due to my three year old obsession with the Mickey Mouse Club but I digress. I am a 33 year old Disney fanatic who hides the extent of her Disney addiction like a crack addict hides her pipe and would do just about anything to get her next fix. I plan these trips as a gift to my boys (as I like to call my husband and son) but achieve just as much satisfaction in the planning as they get in the playing.
DH37: Israel, Izzy, or Daddy. My very own tall dark and handsome Navy man (he looks amazing in summer whites!
) whose hard work and perseverance have made it possible for me to quit my job and be available for room mom duty, after school snacks and the actual home cooked dinner. Its because of this hard work that we are also able to go back to our second home.DS8: Raphael, RJ, or the boy. My very own Disney descendant who takes it as seriously as I do, this kid would probably walk to Disney if he knew which direction to face (thank God he has a sense of direction like his mother)
I am actually sitting here at my desk writing this trip report to help me in three very different ways. You see, I am bringing you along for the ride as I take this journey as a step for myself. I am normally a quite shy person with strangers and expressing my feelings. It is so bad that I can get tongue-tied at the drive thru at Taco Bell. Let me tell you there is nothing worse than receiving a bean burrito with onions and not being able to tell the 16-year old drive-thru clerk that you wanted him to hold the onions not double the onions. Dont get me started on the fire sauce. Who decided that stuff is fire sauce? I lived in Texas most of my life and you would be kicked out of Texas for even suggesting that the red water they put in that packet is Fire sauce. But I digress and I do that a lot so if that drives you insane you better just hit that little left pointing arrow up there that means back and find something else to read because I will do this quite frequently!
Secondly, I am feeding my Disney addiction. I have alienated my immediate family with my incessant chatter about our upcoming trip in November. Even the boy, my Disney Pal, Fellow Mouse Freak, and Cohort in Crime has had enough of my blathering. Of course, ever since he became a third-grader he seems to think that he is much too old for machinations with Mom. I know from the sound of this he had been in third-grade for a while but the truth is that his last day of second-grade was yesterday. In his opinion you instantaneously move up to the next grade the second the bell rings on the last day of school so he is in third-grade now. This is important because he is on the big kid hall now and not on the baby hall. In the past twenty-four hours we have tossed out our night light, Chip (the worn out bear) and the need for being tucked in. Ah the digression - this will be important in the next paragraph so retain this please. Anyway, back to Disney planning - the minute either one of my boys hears the words Walt, Disney, or World their brains shut down, their eyes glaze over, and little drops of drool come out the sides of their mouths. I am what I consider an open and loving person who never takes anything over the top and would never consider over planning any situation. Please read extreme sarcasm. It would never occur to me that anyone would be interested in anything else besides Disney. Well, as I read to some trip reports to them last night it occurred to me that I could let their ears take a break if I wrote my own. So here I am. Well see how it goes.
Lastly, I want some sort of lasting remembrance of this trip. As I mentioned in my last paragraph (I hope you retained it like I told you to!) my son is getting older and this will probably be it as far as magic goes if it goes at all. We have gone to the World three times since he was four, this will be the fourth and he has always been a fanatic. He could win a two week trip to Europe and he would try to turn it into four days at Disney World. He used to say that Minnie Mouse was his girlfriend and that Mickey was just out of luck (isnt that cute!) We also have been trying to have another child for several years and this next year looks like it will be our last round of trying when we do go back later a little dream of mine will be gone. You see, Ive always wanted to go to the Tea Party at the Grand Floridian with my own daughter. I wanted to get dressed up with me in my sundress and she in her Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, or Snow White costume and sip tea out of exquisite flowered china. I wanted to nibble on dainty cakes with my pinky up and her eyes smiling. Well, if the next years procedures dont work I will be giving up on a dream I have had since the first time I took Raphael (aka the boy) and that is a little hard to swallow. Some things are out of our control and I know that there is a purpose for everything but when you have always accomplished everything you set out to do it is rather difficult to give this one thing up to someone else and hope for the best. This vacation does let me have one last chance at dreaming though and the thought always sits in the back of my mind like a spark that maybe this year will be the year and that Ill drink tea at Disney.
So, here is my first installment. I digressed so much that I never got around to the actual plans so I will just have to add later. I am also about ti add something completely out of context but you would not believe what my son has done. We have one of those sprinklers that turn to different settings and he is out there with the stream setting pretending to do bodily functions that have no business being performed in public. I swear, this child sometimes makes up for two more children but I wouldnt trade him for the world. He is sunshine, freshly dug worms, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and poop jokes all rolled into one package and I thank every day that the good Lord has given me with him. I hope you enjoy our journey.
So after discussing the logistics with my brother, my husband, and my own desire to see the World during the Holiday Season, we have decided to get away from it all November 23rd - December 1st. Isn't that funny? Did you know hardly anyone flies on Thanksgiving? I would have had a snowball's chance in heck of getting anything on any other day but my brother states that it is always wide open and dead. Go figure! 
I love this boy!!!
