https://mothersofbrothers.com/shockingly-were-going-to-disney-world/ All about life with boys...and life in general Sat, 21 Dec 2019 17:09:13 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 https://mothersofbrothers.com/shockingly-were-going-to-disney-world/comment-page-1/#comment-89 Jim F. Mon, 09 Jun 2008 21:39:02 +0000 http://mothersofbrothers.com/?p=43#comment-89 <img src="http://www.ssb4.net/users/11303/sam_at_dworld1.jpg" alt="Brooding Sam at The Happiest Place on Earth" /> Jennifer, I hereby grant you creative license to copy the theme I used when we went D'worlding with my family years ago. Take black and white film. Take disturbing and somber photos. Take a picture of Chris yelling at the boys in front of the Magic Castle (When we did this some of the folks stopped to see if everything was OK. I told them "everything's fine, we're using black and white film." They walked away dazed but somehow understanding.) You guys have the talent to take it to the next level. May the film noir gods be with you!
Jennifer, I hereby grant you creative license to copy the theme I used when we went D’worlding with my family years ago. Take black and white film. Take disturbing and somber photos. Take a picture of Chris yelling at the boys in front of the Magic Castle (When we did this some of the folks stopped to see if everything was OK. I told them “everything’s fine, we’re using black and white film.” They walked away dazed but somehow understanding.) You guys have the talent to take it to the next level. May the film noir gods be with you!

]]> https://mothersofbrothers.com/shockingly-were-going-to-disney-world/comment-page-1/#comment-87 Tracie in Tallahassee Mon, 09 Jun 2008 15:04:42 +0000 http://mothersofbrothers.com/?p=43#comment-87 Oh Jennifer. As a life-long Floridian, former resident of Orlando (both pre- and post-mouse), former high-school-student-whose-very-first-job-was-running-Dumbo-the-Flying-Elephant, and aunt of a huge Disney executive who can, theoretically, meet us at the front gate and escort us in for "free" anytime we so desire (have we ever so desired?) . . . there is SO much I could say to you at a time like this. I could tell you what we native Floridians actually think of Dismal World - uh, I mean Disney World. I could tell you what really goes on behind those camouflaged doors that the employees (oops! I mean "Cast Members") disappear behind on their breaks. I could reminisce about the day I caused a 13-car pile-up on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride (which, by the way, is no longer there), or the day that the wild streaker ran, stark naked, down Main Street, or the time that Winnie the Pooh plunged 40-pound head first into the moat surrounding Cinderella's Castle. I could TRY and tell you just how pleasantly warm and toasty you all will feel after pounding the pavement of the Tragic Kingdom in 99 degree weather with matching 99% humidity. I could tell you all these things and many more but, instead, will simply say "May God (or whatever higher power you believe in) be with you, may the lines be short (HA!), and may Small World be closed so that you don't have to come home with that blasted song stuck forever in your head." I'll be thinking of you and wishing you all the best! Oh Jennifer. As a life-long Floridian, former resident of Orlando (both pre- and post-mouse), former high-school-student-whose-very-first-job-was-running-Dumbo-the-Flying-Elephant, and aunt of a huge Disney executive who can, theoretically, meet us at the front gate and escort us in for “free” anytime we so desire (have we ever so desired?) . . . there is SO much I could say to you at a time like this. I could tell you what we native Floridians actually think of Dismal World – uh, I mean Disney World. I could tell you what really goes on behind those camouflaged doors that the employees (oops! I mean “Cast Members”) disappear behind on their breaks. I could reminisce about the day I caused a 13-car pile-up on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride (which, by the way, is no longer there), or the day that the wild streaker ran, stark naked, down Main Street, or the time that Winnie the Pooh plunged 40-pound head first into the moat surrounding Cinderella’s Castle. I could TRY and tell you just how pleasantly warm and toasty you all will feel after pounding the pavement of the Tragic Kingdom in 99 degree weather with matching 99% humidity. I could tell you all these things and many more but, instead, will simply say “May God (or whatever higher power you believe in) be with you, may the lines be short (HA!), and may Small World be closed so that you don’t have to come home with that blasted song stuck forever in your head.” I’ll be thinking of you and wishing you all the best!

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