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Monday, May 17, 2010

Taken by the mother ship...

Yes, it has been 12 days since my last post.

I had good reason... sort of. I went to Disneyland last week, which I couldn't really blog about beforehand because we're always told by "them" (you know... "them"... the people that always tell you things?)that you should never put on a public forum when you are leaving town because people can take advantage of you and rob you blind while you're happily enjoying Goofy and corn dogs in the Magical Kingdom. Although, my husband stayed behind at home because of work ick and all that fun stuff. However, I would still have hated to be robbed blind while he was sitting on the bed drowning his lonely sorrows in Diet Mtn. Dew and Fritos.

So, the trip to Disneyland:
Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of driving.
Lots of junk food and eating at restaurants.(which can actually get pretty tiresome!)
More fun riding rides than I've had since I was 15!!! (yes, it's been that long since I was last at Disneyland.So what? like 7 years? hee hee)

I even dared to go on Space Mountain, which I used to love but have since become a total wimp. I couldn't let my son think his mom was a wimp, though. I smiled bravely... and then screamed the ENTIRE ride!!! I actually loved it, though. I went on it again the next day and was totally (almost) not freaked out at all!

I climbed Tarzan's Tree House as well. Now, I am DEATHLY afraid of heights. Had I known what I was doing before I wouldn't have gone up the stairs to the treehouse, but it all happened so fast. Before I knew it I was on a suspension bridge and my knees were knocking together, a giant pit in my stomach, and my son laughing and saying "keep going, Mom! Don't be a wimp!" Well, I couldn't very well turn around and go back so I pressed on, gulping down my tepid nausea. I climbed higher and higher and resigned myself to the fact that I would probably die right there in Disneyland. But then the stairs took us down, and down, and I was ok! I did it! I promptly called my husband like the 5 year old I actually am, and exclaimed "I did it!!!" He was duely impressed!

3 trips on the Pirate ride, 2 trips on Splash Mountain (fast pass ROCKS!!!), skipping ahead in some lines because my dad was in a wheelchair... it all rocked! And of course, lots and lots and lots of eating: churros, corn dogs, ice cream, the best clam chowder in the world, pineapple whip at the Tiki Room, fried fritters in New Orleans, frozen bananas.... it was a good thing we were walking A LOT!!!!

I forgot how magical Disneyland really is! I want to go EVERY year now!!!!

Our hotel was pretty decent too, for a motel 6. And there was only one incident of a bust-up of a prostitution ring, so it wasn't too bad!

So, I am back home, safe and sound...(I wasn't involved in the prostitution ring, by the way... in case you were wondering, although, if I'd kept spending money on all that crap I might... well, let's not go there!) I'm a little more tan, a little more rested, and a little more Disneyfied!