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I'm back!

Whew!!

Sort of odd not to be waiting in any lines today.

No line for breakfast, then to pay for breakfast, then for the bus to the park, then the bag inspection area, then the ticket booth, then the attraction (x5), then lunch, then a ride (x8), then a snack (x3), then to exit the park, then the bus again, then dinner and then to pay for dinner.

No wonder our feet ached.

All-in-all though, a BLAST!

Who's Calling?

Ring, ring.

Hello?

Yes, this is he.

Oh, hi!

Yeah, pretty much all set.

Right.

Right.

I won't.

Stop worrying I won't.

Listen, I won't forget, ok? How could I?

Of course. She's way too excited.

Ok.

Yep. You too. See ya tomorrow.

Ok. Bye Mickey.

Click.

Stuck all Over

Whilst driving around today and observing one particular car at a light, I realized that there is really nothing I feel so compelled to say to complete strangers that I feel it necessary to paste my car with bumper stickers.

Tagged

Radioactive Girl tagged me for this meme and when I saw that it needed to be a six word post I instinctively rolled my eyes thinking it would be hard, if not lame. Well, it wasn't hard since I have only one thing on my mind (ok, two! but this is a family friendly blog). My six words --

Disney beckons. Feeling like a child.

Well, maybe it was a bit lame.

Itinerary

One week from tomorrow we're off. Jam packed excitement of 7 parks in 8 days and we're really starting to get jazzed up for it. First will be a whale of a time at Sea World.

Then we will squeeze in a trip to the home of the Magic Kingdom wherein we will be having breakfast with Cinderella herself.

A jaunt over to the many worlds of Epcot shall be in order as well.

Of course we'll be the stars of Disney's Hollywood Studios.


Naturally, we'll explore Animal Kingdom.



Lastly, we'll get wet and wild at Typhoon Lagoon and Blizzard Beach.





Ok, veteran's -- am I missing anything? Any advice for me?

Vacation Memory

So we leave for Disney next Saturday morning and we're getting psyched up.

My wife, child and self are going to be meeting my brother, his wife and their two kids there and my sister in law informed me she's already packing. I can't do that. It only brings on a bad childhood memory.

I grew up lower middle class I would say. While we had a warm home and food on the table I didn't always get the brand of sneakers I wanted and my parents didn't really have the money for athletic camps or "extras" that it seemed my friends had.

One thing my parents did spend money on, however, was vacations. We always went for two weeks and although things were budgeted, we rented nice houses on the shore, went to Disney or California or the like. My mom loved and still loves to travel so I've been to most parts of the country as well as across Canada and down into Mexico.

In her excitement for the trips, one thing was to pack early. Early as in two weeks in advance which left us with limited clothing to wear, let alone clothes we'd be caught dead in. When I was a lad of say 14 my mom called me at my buddy's house and asked me to come home because she wanted to wash and pack the tee shirt I was wearing. This was a Tuesday before a Saturday departure and I was at least 3/4 of a mile away and in a whiffle ball pennant race.

Well, I found this embarrassing in front of my friends and more or less unexplainable to them. Plus I could only imagine the shirt she selected as not "vacation worthy". I argued my point but went home where I argued my point more. I argued it to the point that I was grounded for the next two days. Its still unclear why she couldn't wait another two hours or so when I would be home for dinner.

But she won. She always won.

Since I was grounded, though, at least nobody saw me in my "Here Comes A (Bad Example) of a Genius" shirt that didn't make the vacation cut.

New Car Photos

As promised, pictures of my new car. My 5-year-old aspiring photographer took the last one.

Hits

I was mentioning before the searches that result in hits to my blog. The words aren't "poop" or "thong" or other tawdry things of that sort, although there are quite a few from "thong" or "men's thong". My most hit word or grouping of words?

Tongue chewing.

It seems I'm not alone.

Hmmmm.....

I wonder if I was surfing blogs and I stopped on my own whether it would interest me.