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I am always scheming, plotting and conniving another trip to Disney World. What can I say? It’s my happy place. My sister is visiting in the summer and she wants to go to Harry Potter World at Universal. (Really? There is something else in Orlando besides Disney World?) I thought I’d devise a way to sneak down to Disney World under Harry’s cloak.
I wondered what it would take to go so I went to disney.go.com and plopped in the necessary info (2 adults, 3 kids and their ages). I created some dummy dates and chose a value resort, knowing that any chance of going meant traveling on a budget.
Imagine my surprise when this message popped up:
“Your party size exceeds the maximum allowed for the Resort you selected. Please use the Change Your Search module at left to select a different Resort or to reduce your party size.”
Reduce my party size?
Are you kidding?
What do we do?
Can you imagine? “Sorry, sweetie. But you’re going to have to stay home this trip. Our group is just one too many for a hotel room. And you drew the shortest straw. But I’m sure you’ll have fun, home with Daddy. Well, with a babysitter eating Ravioli and playing with your Legos while Daddy goes to work and we’re having Mickey Bars and seeing Donald Duck and riding Space Mountain over and over. Kiss, kiss. Love you!”
What if I draw the short straw?
Nahhhhh. That’ll never happen.
Because when it comes to Disney World, I’m not above cheating.
As some of you know my life has been a bit crazy lately. My mind is scattered in million directions and the ability to post 500 words on one subject is daunting right now. But there are bits and pieces running through my head that I’d like to share. I’m not going to fight the urge to flit here and there. I’m going to embrace the ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) side we all have from time to time……Ready? Set? Go!
- Not too long ago I had a fat day. And Glamour’s picture of their “plus-size” model helped…but then, not so much. One picture with the awesome task of changing our country’s mindset that heroin thin is not in? But guess what? I read this morning that Glamour was inundated with requests for more models like Lizzi. Read about it here.
- I love Steve Martin. Especially classic stand up Steve Martin. Here’s one of my favorites, King Tut. ‘Cause we could all use a little silly in our day.
- And here’s a touching post by Maureen at IslandRoar about traditions, part of a Spin Cycle meme by Sprite’s Keeper, but I read it more as a page in a parenting manual. I love stories like these. They help to show me what it takes to be a good parent.
- I found this picture on Photobucket. I laughed out loud. This is going to be one of those “You Had To Be There” kinds of things but recently we were at Disney World. My boys kept asking me what this sign meant and I told them, “It means ‘No Dancing'” Of course, they didn’t believe me but every time we saw one I would start dancing and they would shout, “Mom! The sign says No Dancing!”
So there you have it. Go now and support Glamour magazine in its attempt to help us with our self image while doing the King Tut dance with your children. May you never run into a No Dancing sign!