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- Jul 4, 2006
Chapter 26:
..."And they lived happily ever after...."
Welcome to the last day of my Trip Report. And the last chapter.
If this was a piece of paper instead of your computer monitor, youd see that Ive held this piece of paper all week, worrying the corners, and folding it neatly to deal with at another time. Probably I should just get it over with.
My DH headed over to the Magic Kingdom at rope drop to convert our Photo Pass card into a Vacation CD filled with over 160 pictures for only $106.48. I love that CD. I love the perturbed expression on my kids faces as I tell them to smile though my clenched smiling teeth. I love the Test Track pictures of all our original (HA!) poses . There was the talkin-on-our-cell-phones pose. Theres the bored-out-of-our-minds-pose. The were-gonna-CRASH! pose. Good times.
I notice our expressions and postures are different at the start of the day than at the end of each day. I remember how fake my smile was on the day DH and I were fighting. And how put-out Norah was to look at the camera!
So I packed while he took care of business (his ONLY rope drop of the 10 days! Youre welcome, honey!). Question. WHY did I buy so much CRAP?! Holy shnikeys! Between the birthday booty and the plush Disney friends, the pins and pin parafinalia, the stuff we brought and didnt use at all (bottle insulators), and the extra waters, we had a lot more stuff than when we came. Funny, huh?
Most of our possessions were picked up for us to wait to be loaded on the Bus later. We gathered our backpacks and diaper bag and camera bag and headed to the bus stop because our DISfriends were arriving very shortly. I love DIS meets! You get to put a voice and face to the words you read! These particular friends I was REALLY looking forward to meeting! Her DISname is SoRUL82 (or Slate as I call her) and his DISname is Serious.LeeAskew . Their DS9 is Deep Space9. Their DS6 is Mr. Clean and their DD6 is Felony. They and their kids are the Askew family who got off the yellow Mears Bus a little after 11:30 AM to start their vacation just as ours was almost over. Felony is my sweetie! I totally love that girl!
After big welcoming hugs, we headed to the Port Orleans Riverside Food Court to visit and eat. We had some Counter Service Credits to use up. We bought some pizzas, some rice crispy treat Mickey heads on sticks, and 2 chocolate milks. Our kids ran around like maniacs and got along pretty well. They even pin traded with each other. We got our moneys worth out of our POR refillable mugs and chatted.
Last look at our favorite food court:
S'late with her kids: ((CUTE Kids, Slate!!!!))
Serious.LeeAskew is on his laptop in the background. Me entertaining DD2:
Norah, bless her heart, wandered off since mommy wasnt paying attention to her. THAT was embarrassing for me to lose my child while we visited! I told them not to mention that in their Trip Report and thankfully for me they didnt report that trip!
Our 2-hour visit was over too soon and it was our turn to go. Our Magical Express bus came to start our trip home. Walking to the bus, I felt like my feet were made out of lead. I did NOT want this to end. No, not at all. The depression hit me as I sat in the very last row of the going-home bus.
Dallen took this picture:
Thankfully, I was distracted my Norahs need for a nap. She cried most of the trip to the airport, and so did I. Norah fell asleep only for us to have to wake her up to do the airport one last time.
I love that theres so much Disney at the airport mall. We were early enough to browse through yet another gift-shop. The boys really like Stitch:
The trip through security was uneventful. I wasnt wanded or cavity-searched this time. We deposited at least 6 full, factory sealed ice cold waters into the trash. That really sucked. I hate waste like that. Why we completely failed to remember the liquid rules is beyond me.
Getting ready to board. All set!
:
and one last "birth-control" picture (your welcome!)
WE sat at our gate and waited for our time to board. Quiet and forlorn. Except for the sleep deprived tantrum from the princess, we were a sad bunch.
As we boarded our flight to home, I duly noted the two Golden Girls sitting in the seats in front of us. They did that old-lady-pissy-sigh thing Ive grown accustomed too. I just meekly smiled and prayed to God Norah would go to sleep. She fussed about getting buckled and thankfully we were not asked to leave. Within minutes of take-off, all my kids were dozing off. DH thumbed through his Sky Mall magalog and I quickly scratched more details in my TR notebook.
"I cry at other people's ends" should be, "I cry at other people's TR endings".
I totally hate endings! Especially mine. So I can either gently ease the band-aid off or I can just rip it. I think I'll rip it. That's what I do in real life.
I added more details into my little notebook, ignoring the movie, the snacks and the fussy old popcorn-haired ladies in front of us. I wrote and wrote and wrote.
At the very end, I penned in a very light hand, and in a neat and tidy script: Can life get any better than this? I submit that it can not.
Stay tuned for Our Big Fat RoadTrip to Disneyland in a couple weeks...
..."And they lived happily ever after...."
Welcome to the last day of my Trip Report. And the last chapter.
If this was a piece of paper instead of your computer monitor, youd see that Ive held this piece of paper all week, worrying the corners, and folding it neatly to deal with at another time. Probably I should just get it over with.
My DH headed over to the Magic Kingdom at rope drop to convert our Photo Pass card into a Vacation CD filled with over 160 pictures for only $106.48. I love that CD. I love the perturbed expression on my kids faces as I tell them to smile though my clenched smiling teeth. I love the Test Track pictures of all our original (HA!) poses . There was the talkin-on-our-cell-phones pose. Theres the bored-out-of-our-minds-pose. The were-gonna-CRASH! pose. Good times.
I notice our expressions and postures are different at the start of the day than at the end of each day. I remember how fake my smile was on the day DH and I were fighting. And how put-out Norah was to look at the camera!
So I packed while he took care of business (his ONLY rope drop of the 10 days! Youre welcome, honey!). Question. WHY did I buy so much CRAP?! Holy shnikeys! Between the birthday booty and the plush Disney friends, the pins and pin parafinalia, the stuff we brought and didnt use at all (bottle insulators), and the extra waters, we had a lot more stuff than when we came. Funny, huh?
Most of our possessions were picked up for us to wait to be loaded on the Bus later. We gathered our backpacks and diaper bag and camera bag and headed to the bus stop because our DISfriends were arriving very shortly. I love DIS meets! You get to put a voice and face to the words you read! These particular friends I was REALLY looking forward to meeting! Her DISname is SoRUL82 (or Slate as I call her) and his DISname is Serious.LeeAskew . Their DS9 is Deep Space9. Their DS6 is Mr. Clean and their DD6 is Felony. They and their kids are the Askew family who got off the yellow Mears Bus a little after 11:30 AM to start their vacation just as ours was almost over. Felony is my sweetie! I totally love that girl!
After big welcoming hugs, we headed to the Port Orleans Riverside Food Court to visit and eat. We had some Counter Service Credits to use up. We bought some pizzas, some rice crispy treat Mickey heads on sticks, and 2 chocolate milks. Our kids ran around like maniacs and got along pretty well. They even pin traded with each other. We got our moneys worth out of our POR refillable mugs and chatted.
Last look at our favorite food court:
S'late with her kids: ((CUTE Kids, Slate!!!!))
Serious.LeeAskew is on his laptop in the background. Me entertaining DD2:
Norah, bless her heart, wandered off since mommy wasnt paying attention to her. THAT was embarrassing for me to lose my child while we visited! I told them not to mention that in their Trip Report and thankfully for me they didnt report that trip!
Our 2-hour visit was over too soon and it was our turn to go. Our Magical Express bus came to start our trip home. Walking to the bus, I felt like my feet were made out of lead. I did NOT want this to end. No, not at all. The depression hit me as I sat in the very last row of the going-home bus.
Dallen took this picture:
Thankfully, I was distracted my Norahs need for a nap. She cried most of the trip to the airport, and so did I. Norah fell asleep only for us to have to wake her up to do the airport one last time.
I love that theres so much Disney at the airport mall. We were early enough to browse through yet another gift-shop. The boys really like Stitch:
The trip through security was uneventful. I wasnt wanded or cavity-searched this time. We deposited at least 6 full, factory sealed ice cold waters into the trash. That really sucked. I hate waste like that. Why we completely failed to remember the liquid rules is beyond me.
Getting ready to board. All set!
and one last "birth-control" picture (your welcome!)
WE sat at our gate and waited for our time to board. Quiet and forlorn. Except for the sleep deprived tantrum from the princess, we were a sad bunch.
As we boarded our flight to home, I duly noted the two Golden Girls sitting in the seats in front of us. They did that old-lady-pissy-sigh thing Ive grown accustomed too. I just meekly smiled and prayed to God Norah would go to sleep. She fussed about getting buckled and thankfully we were not asked to leave. Within minutes of take-off, all my kids were dozing off. DH thumbed through his Sky Mall magalog and I quickly scratched more details in my TR notebook.
"I cry at other people's ends" should be, "I cry at other people's TR endings".
I totally hate endings! Especially mine. So I can either gently ease the band-aid off or I can just rip it. I think I'll rip it. That's what I do in real life.
I added more details into my little notebook, ignoring the movie, the snacks and the fussy old popcorn-haired ladies in front of us. I wrote and wrote and wrote.
At the very end, I penned in a very light hand, and in a neat and tidy script: Can life get any better than this? I submit that it can not.
Stay tuned for Our Big Fat RoadTrip to Disneyland in a couple weeks...
Tammie
I will love to hear the comparisons. 
