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- Oct 31, 2006
Saturday, June 9th...
So, the night before we had made plans. Plans people...we're good at plans...
Tera stuffed all my crap into 1 1/2 suitcases...I even had extra room for souvenieres...(remember this later on)...we were totally 100% packed. All we needed to do was get our booties outta bed...showah so as not to scare the locals on the plane...and we would be off to Dallas (a 2 hour drive from Tera's house). The ORIGINAL-style plan was to leave the house about 11:00 and get to the airport about 2 hours before our flight at 3:30 or so.
But...we were a titch bit excited!
We woke up at 7:30 in the AM...and were out of the house an entire hour early! By 10:00 AM!
Now...I had traveled to Tera's house from New Mexico on the 6th. So, we just had the drive to Dallas!
We got about 30 minutes outta town and we realized we had forgotten something very very important! (Dam was driving...so 30 minutes outta town meant like 45 miles away) The ding dang stroller still sat in the trunk of Tera's car back at the house! We made an executive decision then and there that we would acquire a stroller elsewhere! Then...out of nowhere...a Wal-mart appeared on the horizon. *cue angels singing here* We pull to the side...throw Tera out of the car...and make her run into the Wally World where she promptly acquires the only stroller in the store...Diego and baby Jaguar. If you have kids you know who I am speaking of!
(Ermmmmmm...is it illegal to use Nickelodeon propaganda whilst at Disney??)
Anywho...we're back on the road and we get to the parking garage...then they get us to the airport...get this...almost 3 hours early!
Thus begins the Damian eye rolling! 
We get our boarding passes in record time and are going through security. We have shed all required clothing and I shove Jon's carry-on through the conveyor belt...when I hear this:
BAG CHECK!!!!!!!
Up Next: Will We Get the Magic We Need?-Part Deux! Page 2, Post 24.
So, the night before we had made plans. Plans people...we're good at plans...
Tera stuffed all my crap into 1 1/2 suitcases...I even had extra room for souvenieres...(remember this later on)...we were totally 100% packed. All we needed to do was get our booties outta bed...showah so as not to scare the locals on the plane...and we would be off to Dallas (a 2 hour drive from Tera's house). The ORIGINAL-style plan was to leave the house about 11:00 and get to the airport about 2 hours before our flight at 3:30 or so.
But...we were a titch bit excited!
We woke up at 7:30 in the AM...and were out of the house an entire hour early! By 10:00 AM!
Now...I had traveled to Tera's house from New Mexico on the 6th. So, we just had the drive to Dallas!
We got about 30 minutes outta town and we realized we had forgotten something very very important! (Dam was driving...so 30 minutes outta town meant like 45 miles away) The ding dang stroller still sat in the trunk of Tera's car back at the house! We made an executive decision then and there that we would acquire a stroller elsewhere! Then...out of nowhere...a Wal-mart appeared on the horizon. *cue angels singing here* We pull to the side...throw Tera out of the car...and make her run into the Wally World where she promptly acquires the only stroller in the store...Diego and baby Jaguar. If you have kids you know who I am speaking of!
(Ermmmmmm...is it illegal to use Nickelodeon propaganda whilst at Disney??)Anywho...we're back on the road and we get to the parking garage...then they get us to the airport...get this...almost 3 hours early!
Thus begins the Damian eye rolling! We get our boarding passes in record time and are going through security. We have shed all required clothing and I shove Jon's carry-on through the conveyor belt...when I hear this:BAG CHECK!!!!!!!
Up Next: Will We Get the Magic We Need?-Part Deux! Page 2, Post 24.
So...when they went though the little x-ray machino thingamabob...they sent off all kindsa sensors and I was escorted away so as to make sure I was not plotting evil. The little airport lady...who I have the utmost respect for her and her job...was obviously having some PMS. And...in an evil "Mary Poppins" sing-song voice...she informed me that all of the crap I had just purchased for the trip was...and I'm quoting:
We finally take off about 4:00 PM.
(chokes me up even now)
Ut oh, I hope Colin works some DIsney magic!!
