<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892492673025950052</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:59:05.909-05:00</updated><category term='Hurricane Ike'/><category term='cruise'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Mouse-y Mama</title><subtitle type='html'>Because it's just not a party until the crazy conservative single mom Disney chick shows up ;-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>crazy4disney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495352926777303068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAn6jee7QlE/SVMIR1ob-oI/AAAAAAAABJg/J5VuIKQ-gf4/S220/th_mickeyg2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892492673025950052.post-6214771646777819594</id><published>2009-05-19T11:17:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:45:20.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Curse You, Disney PIN Codes, Curse You, Airtran!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I SWEAR this was not premeditated. We were just in Walt Disney World in December (although, as I'm sure many of you can understand, it already feels like forever ago.) We're going on a cruise next February. For once, we were not planning on making it to WDW in December. But it's such a desolate feeling, not having a WDW trip officially in the works... it feels like tumbleweeds blowing across your heart. Blerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So I'm minding my own business the other day, when one of the mythical (for me) PIN codes pops up in my inbox. Disney sends them out with apparently no rhyme nor reason, and I have never received one before. The offer was for "Big kids get little kid prices," and sounded like a really good deal. But airfare from nearby Houston is always the issue. When we went in December, it was $500 for DS and I, and that was even better than I feared it would be. It's just too expensive. The whole thing was put out of my mind. (Well, mostly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then the very next morning I get an airfare alert from Airtran for $112 RT from Houston-Hobby to MCO. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?!?&lt;/span&gt; That fare is unheard of from here. NOW I'm interested. But our favorite resort, Pop Century, always fills up so fast... and my son and I won't stay anywhere else. Surely they are full up by now, since the PIN had been out for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I called, got a super nice Cast Member, and found out that Pop was indeed available, and that with the PIN code it would only be $832 total for my son and I both for 3 nights, with 4-day park tickets including hopper option, AND with the quick-service dining plan. Yeah, like I could pass THAT up!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Soooo... I have no business doing it, and we will be eating a lot of mac &amp;amp; cheese for dinner between now and then, but we're booked for Dec. 12-15 at our beloved Pop Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/jessamyn_EQ/P2110243-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 302px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/jessamyn_EQ/P2110243-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip will be a "mom-and-me" trip that I promised my son last time. We love going with Dad and Newley the Wonder Dog, and my aunt, Debbie, but when Tyler Dean and I are on our own we're able to go at a much different pace. We can zip along from one point to another, ride our favorites 10 times in a row if we want, just do exactly what we want. It's good for us to be able to do that once in a while, and we're so looking forward to that. And it's great motivation for me! I finally graduate with my Bachelor's degree on the 11th of December (kids, stay in school the FIRST time!), so that's the excuse I'm using for this trip. Not that I need an excuse, mind you, but it helps to have one in the hopper when some non-Disney-loving philistine rolls his eyes and says, "You're going to Disney AGAIN??" And yet, sometimes they eventually "get" it. My boss of 3 years has never really understood the pull WDW has on my son and I, but after I booked this trip and spent the rest of the day floating around the office on air he said, "You know, I guess it must be pretty neat to have a place that feels so familiar to you and makes you so happy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And that's the amazing thing about how I feel towards WDW... it's a familiarity that somehow never ever gets old. There are aspects of it that never change, and root our souls there, and then there are aspects that are always changing, always fresh and new. It's an intoxicating combination of heart-warming comfort and giddy excitement. And since booking the other day, I just sit here at work, Disney park music playing in the background (thank you, &lt;a href="http://live365.com/"&gt;Live365&lt;/a&gt;!!) with a big stupid grin on my face. And once again, my son and I have begun planning the trip, reminiscing over the fun we had last time and excitedly talking about what we're most looking forward to this next time. And with a 13 year old boy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; that keeps them talking and communicating with you is definitely a good thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It may be 7 months away, but it just always feels so *good* to actually be booked. Am I addicted to WDW? Maybe... but there are worse addictions. There are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheaper&lt;/span&gt; addictions, to be sure, but I'll stick with this kind of high, thanks.  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So tell me, why are Disney trips so addictive for YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892492673025950052-6214771646777819594?l=mouseymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6214771646777819594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2009/05/curse-you-disney-pin-codes-curse-you.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/6214771646777819594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/6214771646777819594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2009/05/curse-you-disney-pin-codes-curse-you.html' title='Curse You, Disney PIN Codes, Curse You, Airtran!!'/><author><name>crazy4disney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495352926777303068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAn6jee7QlE/SVMIR1ob-oI/AAAAAAAABJg/J5VuIKQ-gf4/S220/th_mickeyg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892492673025950052.post-5819354882941423086</id><published>2009-02-24T12:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:20:26.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter To My Son</title><content type='html'>Thirteen years ago today, I was given the most amazing, life-changing gift I have ever been given -- my sweet little baby boy. While touch-and-go at your birth, you quickly showed everyone that you were strong and healthy. Such a good, happy, cheerful baby, I knew how lucky I was. It startled me to even hear a baby crying in a restaurant, because the sound was so foreign to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How quickly you grew, as babies tend to do. Soon you were my chubby-cheeked toddler, and then soon after my bright-eyed little boy, stepping up onto the big yellow school bus for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so humbled and so amazed to watch you grow. And I am so incredibly proud of the young man you have become. I remember when you were about 6 or 7, and found a twenty-dollar bill lying at the end of someone's driveway. It never even occurred to you to pocket it, as so many might have done -- you marched right up to their front door and asked if anyone had lost any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you hold the door for people, only to have them breeze through without so much a word of thanks... and yet it doesn't stop you from holding the door open every single time. I remember when we were at the grocery store not long ago, and you noticed an older woman struggling to reach something on a top shelf. You literally sprang to help her, and what struck me most was the surprise on her face that a stranger would even help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You help me stop and see what's important. Once when you were maybe 4 or 5, we were at your great grandparents' house, out in the courtyard. I was trying to get you to come inside so we could go home, so many busy things to do on the agenda, but you sshh'd me and said "Listen, Mom... the *birds* are singing." And so they were. Amazing birdsong, all around us, but I had been to caught up in my mental to-do list to hear. You ground me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are genuinely one of the funniest people I know, and I love the silliness between us. How many times has our convulsive laughter caused people to turn and stare at us as if we were crazy? But then they can't help but smile themselves, because your laughter is so contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been just you and I against the world since you were 2, and I think we have done pretty darn well as a team. We have struggled and we have triumphed, and we have had some amazing adventures along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO PROUD of you... and love you more than I could possibly put into words. You are my heart, worn on the outside of my body. If the future is our children, the world will do well to have someone like you as a leader someday. And I'll be right there cheering you on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 13th Birthday, my sweet son... thank you for just being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/jessamyn_EQ/td_car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/jessamyn_EQ/td_car.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892492673025950052-5819354882941423086?l=mouseymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/feeds/5819354882941423086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter-to-my-son.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/5819354882941423086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/5819354882941423086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter-to-my-son.html' title='A Letter To My Son'/><author><name>crazy4disney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495352926777303068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAn6jee7QlE/SVMIR1ob-oI/AAAAAAAABJg/J5VuIKQ-gf4/S220/th_mickeyg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892492673025950052.post-2695898532174076505</id><published>2008-12-19T11:41:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:06:46.885-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>It's the little things, even at Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just got back from another amazing trip to Walt Disney World. And as always, it's not the fantastic rides, the huge production parades, or the beyond-amazing fireworks displays that end up meaning the most. Don't get me wrong -- those are the things we go for! But at the end, it's the little unexpected, sweet moments and the exquisite details that stay with us and keep us going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney is all about details, and one of my favorite things to do is just sit and take it all in. I spent 30 minutes just sitting in Frontierland in the Magic Kingdom, loving the background music and the little flickering gas lamps. I also love how when walking the grounds of Pop Century, the music seamlessly shifts from decade to decade, depending on which building you're near. And they have not done any cost-cutting in the upkeep department -- we joke that overnight, they have crews that go out and arrange each blade of grass by hand. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's something about being at Disney that makes you so happy, it overflows -- and you feel compelled to share it with others. My son (almost 13) and I brought bags of Mickey stickers, mini Mickey candy canes, and glow bracelets with us, and it made us so happy to just give them out to kids and sit and talk with them a while. It took so little to bring smiles to them. But the best moment came at the very end of the trip. To set this up, let me explain that my big strapping almost-a-teenager son becomes an overjoyed 3 year old when a balloon is present. This kid would trade his beloved electric guitar for a red balloon, I think. So loving my son as I do, (and wanting to trick the air conditioner motion-sensor in the resort room... shhhhh...) I bought him a big red Mickey balloon our first night there. He lovingly held onto that string like it was his new best friend, and it floated around our room the rest of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last day, he was all sad-faced at having to leave his balloon behind. We were outside, waiting for the bus back to the airport, and I told him to just tie it to a pole there as decoration or something. He looked around, and saw that a bus had just pulled up, and a little girl and her family had just gotten off. From back over at bell services I watched him walk up to the little girl, say something to her mother, then hand his precious balloon over to the little girl. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree, and so did my son's. I have never been so proud, and I'm tearing up again just typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got us thinking about why this only seems to happen at Disney. People seem more "open" there. We don't have the fear that someone will call the authorities if we offer a child a candy cane. But possibly that's just a lazy excuse. Maybe we should get a bunch of balloons and just walk the streets of our hometown, giving them away to children... and maybe even some grownups. Try and spread around that Disney spirit we love so much. What can you do today to bring a smile to someone's face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/jessamyn_EQ/tyler_moose-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 539px; height: 432px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/jessamyn_EQ/tyler_moose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892492673025950052-2695898532174076505?l=mouseymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/feeds/2695898532174076505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-little-things-even-at-disney.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/2695898532174076505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/2695898532174076505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-little-things-even-at-disney.html' title='It&apos;s the little things, even at Disney'/><author><name>crazy4disney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495352926777303068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAn6jee7QlE/SVMIR1ob-oI/AAAAAAAABJg/J5VuIKQ-gf4/S220/th_mickeyg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892492673025950052.post-6735535947254421185</id><published>2008-11-07T10:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:26:23.596-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Magic Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently, I was asked, "So how did you get into all this Disney stuff?" I paused to think about that, because I never have. I remember my parents taking us to &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.com"&gt;Walt Disney World&lt;/a&gt; when we were young... but they're foggy memories. I don't feel a great deal of emotion behind them when I think about them. So I guess I'd have to trace it all back to somewhere after my divorce. My son was 2, my ex was barely in the picture, and my main focus in life was enriching and nurturing the bond between my sweet little boy and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my son was 3, a friend of mine mentioned how she and her girls were going to Walt Disney World. My first thought was, "Wow, I could never afford that." But then I thought about it harder... and the wheels in my head began spinning. My friends thought I was completely insane to even think about going to such a massive place as Walt Disney World with just myself and a toddler. My family knew me better and just smiled and rolled their eyes at me. They knew that I had always been fiercely independent, and rather tenacious once I got an idea in my head. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 1999, and that is when I found the &lt;a href="http://www.disboards.com"&gt;DIS boards&lt;/a&gt; (Disney Information Station message boards) and began to do some research among the fine people there. (And to this day can't go an hour without checking the DIS boards!) I made plans to go the same time as my friend and her daughters, but we were only going to meet up a couple of times. For the most part, my son and I would be on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first trip was in February 2000, and our week in Walt Disney World was capped by my little boy turning 4 while having breakfast up in the castle, being loved on by princesses. We stayed at All-Star Music, one of Disney's value resorts, and we had an absolutely magical time. Just magical. I even booked us again for the next February!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we were at All-Star Movies, and felt so much more comfortable with everything. My almost-5 year old was giving other park guests directions, and showing them how to use FastPass machines. Even at 5, he was able to articulate how much this place meant to us when he solemnly told a grocery store clerk in our town, "Oh, we have a house in Pearland, but our home is at Disney..." Not that we don't have overflowing pride for our town here, but I knew exactly what he meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our addiction was about to go in a whole other direction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on that trip, we kept seeing buses for &lt;a href="http://disneycruise.com"&gt;Disney Cruise Line&lt;/a&gt;. Big, sleek, shiny, red and gold buses that seemed to pull us in like moths to a flame. We could be mid-sentence in a conversation, and when one of those buses went by we just stopped and stared. By the end of the trip we had avowed to each other, "Some day we will be on one of those buses!" And by the time we got home, the wheels were turning yet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in February 2002, it was US on one of those beautiful buses, and we stepped foot onto the Disney Magic for the first time. That week aboard that ship, and on the islands we visited in the Eastern Caribbean, was beyond any words I could put here. "Magical" doesn't even cover it. We were hooked completely. And for the next few years, we were both on the Disney Magic and at Walt Disney World every year. Even my family thought I was insane at that point. After all, Caribbean cruises and trips to Walt Disney World on a single mom's paltry budget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't call me the Bargain Queen for nothing, and I had quickly learned the money-saving tricks for Disney trips. (Thank you again, DIS boards!!) And by that point, my son was old enough to sit down and make some conscious decisions with me. We decided, as a team, that this was where we wanted to spend our money -- instead of seeing movies, buying new fancy tv's and such, eating out. This is what we wanted to do, and we were going to make it happen. And happen it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my very favorite memories was during one of our trips to Walt Disney World, during evening Extra Magic Hours at Magic Kingdom. (That is when a selected park is open a few hours later for Disney Resort guests only -- yet another reason to never, ever stay offsite.) We were sitting on a bench in Frontierland, just soaking up the ambience and taking in all the details that only Disney does so well. There was hardly anyone still at the park, and it was so unusually peaceful. It was a cool early February evening, the little gas lanterns on the old-west building fronts were flickering, the background music was perfect, and we were completely in our element. I'm sitting here listening to that same background music from Frontierland on &lt;a href="http://www.live365.com/stations/gcoxua"&gt;"Music From the Mouse"&lt;/a&gt;, and it brings happy tears to me eyes to be taken back to that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, our Disney trips are usually in early December, because the parks and resorts at Christmas-time are heart-breakingly beautiful. My dad, my dad's guide dog, and my aunt have been joining us for the past 6 years, and the memories have multiplied. The first time Newley (the dog) met Pluto, we didn't know what to expect. But the CM (Cast Member) playing Pluto got down on all fours several yards from Newley aand crawled the rest of the way, so as not to scare Newley. The interaction between the two was SO sweet, and we quickly had a sniffling crowd around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/jessamyn_EQ/pluto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v519/jessamyn_EQ/pluto2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back in 34 days, and the excitement never lessens, no matter how many times we have been. In fact, to hear us talk about it, you'd think we have never been! But the excitement is because we know what to expect, and that happy familiarity is wonderful as we look forward to favorite things... but also excited because of all the wonderful little surprises that always seem to pop up and serve to hook us even more. I wonder what amazing memories we'll create this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892492673025950052-6735535947254421185?l=mouseymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6735535947254421185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2008/11/magic-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/6735535947254421185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/6735535947254421185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2008/11/magic-memories.html' title='Magic Memories'/><author><name>crazy4disney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495352926777303068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAn6jee7QlE/SVMIR1ob-oI/AAAAAAAABJg/J5VuIKQ-gf4/S220/th_mickeyg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892492673025950052.post-8853500539083311004</id><published>2008-11-03T13:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:20:56.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurricane Ike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Life, Unplugged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have lived here all my life, and am used to at least the threat of hurricanes. I would never wish one on anyone, and the sounds from about 5am during Ike's landfall are going to haunt me for a long time. Our neighborhood, at a little over 7 weeks since Ike, only looks marginally better. Most fences are still down, some are in huge piles by the street, and most roofs are still sporting fanciful blue tarps. Most of us are still waiting on insurance checks, which is why most repairs are still in limbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But at least we have electricity! And that is, for the most part, a good thing. But I have learned it's both a blessing and a curse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were without power for two whole weeks in the aftermath of Hurricane Ike, and I had pretty much decided the Amish were insane to purposefully live that way, sans electricity and all its accompanying wonders. 90 degrees, 100% humidity, and no air conditioning will do that to you. But now I rather envy them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;During those two weeks, with no work and no school for me, and no school for my son, both of us un-yoked from the everyday distractions of t.v., video games, the telephone, etc., some amazing things happened. We finally, after 7 years, got to actually know our neighbors. We all hung out every night in the relative cool of the outside, laughing, barbequeing what food was still unspoiled, and making the best of things. And my son and I actually READ. Real books, not electronic ones. We got to know each other better, too. Now we all have "hurricane night" at least every two weeks, where we all get together and make a concerted effort to ignore the distractions, and just enjoy the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do dearly love my air conditioning... even work for an air conditioning company. And if my house were on fire, I'd have my son under one arm, and both the T.V. and the DVR under the other. But progress isn't always a good thing... and sometimes we have to just "unplug" and refocus on the simple things. I think it's a great gift to our children, to be able to teach them about balance in life. Now to pry the Guitar Hero controller out of my son's hands....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892492673025950052-8853500539083311004?l=mouseymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/feeds/8853500539083311004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-unplugged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/8853500539083311004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/8853500539083311004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-unplugged.html' title='Life, Unplugged'/><author><name>crazy4disney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495352926777303068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAn6jee7QlE/SVMIR1ob-oI/AAAAAAAABJg/J5VuIKQ-gf4/S220/th_mickeyg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6892492673025950052.post-6374931099733479667</id><published>2008-10-30T15:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:22:08.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outta my way, Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p face="arial" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really don't like Halloween. It's not that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt; it... it's just in the way! It's like an unnecessary speedbump between me and Christmas. And between me and Walt Disney World before that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;I am a Christmas-aholic... I would be listening to Christmas music right now if I didn't think my co-workers would stuff me in a file cabinet. Just after Thanksgiving (and it kills me to wait that long) my small little front yard becomes home to an array of various inflated light-up Mickey-and-Minnie decorations. The bushes are covered in little white lights, and yet more lights line the driveway. I'm surprised a plane hasn't tried to land there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;And Disney at Christmas -- Stunning!! See that picture of the castle over there on the right? Imagine it in person. It's breath-taking. Disney is all about the details, and no detail is overlooked at Christmas time. Not a poinsettia leaf is out of place. And to hear the choir sing at the Candlelight Processional... and meet the different “Santa's” from all around the world at Epcot... it's all just so moving and spirit-lifting.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;It's always the same group of us -- the 4 ½ Mouseketeers! Myself, my son, my dad, my dad's sister who is my giggle-twin, and my dad's guide dog. Newley is a Disney vet in his own right -- he really does love it. His  favorite rides, for some reason, are Jungle Cruise and Snow White's Scary Adventures. Here he is in his Santa Goofy hat:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAn6jee7QlE/SQokHbZja2I/AAAAAAAAA58/Kmwakq7NMxo/s1600-h/newley06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAn6jee7QlE/SQokHbZja2I/AAAAAAAAA58/Kmwakq7NMxo/s400/newley06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263058824568466274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAn6jee7QlE/SQojnVpaFWI/AAAAAAAAA50/hVDauPkJPiw/s1600-h/newley06.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;How adorable is that? We all have such a good time, every time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;You know, I catch a lot of flack for the Disney trips my son and I take... Because after all, how can a single mom afford such things?? It's pretty simple, really: This is what is important to us. We scrimp, we save, we make a conscious choice to do without a lot of things. Plus, I am the Bargain Queen. It would cause me physical pain, I think, to pay full price for something. Trips are no exception. With Disney, you have to know all the little “tricks”... when they tend to release discount codes, times of the year that are cheaper to visit, how far ahead you have to plan for the best discounts. They don't readily volunteer money-saving information! Our next trip is in 42 days, and because I knew to specifically ask about a certain code, we have been booked since March on a 40% discount. Gotta love it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;And the way I see it is this:  Every day, people waste money on silly, fleeting things. Fancy coffees at Starbucks for $5 a pop, $300 purses, giant plasma-screen tv's. At 12, my son has been to more countries and places than most grown-ups. He has met people from a number of cultures, seen wondrous natural sites, witnessed incredible wildlife and marine life up close and personal, made friends from all over that he still has today. He has learned how to behave in formal settings, in foreign countries, in unfamiliar surroundings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: arial;"&gt;But most important, we have created memories together that which, no matter what happens later in life, will always be with us. We love to talk and reminisce about past trips as much as we love planning the next one. And he will be able to go out into the world later, confident in himself and knowing that he will be able to adapt to any setting he is in. All, basically, thanks to a mouse.  :-)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6892492673025950052-6374931099733479667?l=mouseymama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/feeds/6374931099733479667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2008/10/outta-my-way-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/6374931099733479667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6892492673025950052/posts/default/6374931099733479667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mouseymama.blogspot.com/2008/10/outta-my-way-halloween.html' title='Outta my way, Halloween!'/><author><name>crazy4disney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00495352926777303068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LAn6jee7QlE/SVMIR1ob-oI/AAAAAAAABJg/J5VuIKQ-gf4/S220/th_mickeyg2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LAn6jee7QlE/SQokHbZja2I/AAAAAAAAA58/Kmwakq7NMxo/s72-c/newley06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
