Okay, one little brag for each of them. My daughter is in the top ten of her sixth grade middle school class, and she was just asked to apply for the Honor Society. My son is in second grade and was just tested to be reading at about a sixth grade level. They're so smart and cute!!!!
Awe, whale watchers. The best job in Disneyland! You have well earned bragging rites. Two of my many grandchildren.
My kids don't get that good grades. We're lucky if they pass on to the next grade. But I still kinda like em....
This was a pretty cool memory! The Dapper Dans pulled my son into their show and taught him how to play one of their little chime instruments and then he joined them to play "pop goes the weasel". Had to snap a pic with them afterwards to mark the event. Does he look pretty excited that he got to be in the show with them?
Your pic reminded me of this. In 2001 this was the whole family. We had just seen Honey I Shrunk The Audience. My kids ranged from genius to delinquent. (Sometimes those two crossed.) But now, in 2016 I have a sign on my door that says, "I CHILDPROOFED MY HOUSE BUT THEY KEEP GETTING IN!" I think that says a lot. As grown ups they have all hung around and, they all love Disneyland.
There is always hope! Every individual is different...but MANY that go astray for a season end up coming to their senses and living good lives. I am one such success story myself.
That is our first grandchild and she's a high school junior, soon to be senior! She was at DLR recently with the band and I got a text asking me the best seats for Soarin'. Love it, G'ma is the one to go to for Disneyland insight. If you look lower left you can see a foot and part of a face. He's a sophomore now. My SIL in the wheel chair had a kidney transplant 2 weeks before that. When my daughter called to tell us they had found a donor she said they would not be able to make the Dland trip. His first words out of anesthesia were, "I am still going to Disneyland." So, AMA he went and it was the best therapy ever. Later More recently. Make those memories and treasure them. It goes by in a flash.
Oh gosh. Yes there is hope but it is not easy. We had many a sleepless night and I often refer to him as the one who gave us a run for our money. There were drugs and an arrest involved. He joined the Marines at 17 and no, they did not make a man of him. He came home from Iraq and promptly went AWOL; missing for over 6 months. So, long story short, the biggest resentment I have against him now is that he packed up his wife and 3 kids, who had always lived within spitting distance, and moved to Michigan where he works full time and is taking good care of his family. They are just so far away. Hang in there.
One of my fondest memories of Disneyland was when my father would laugh as he looked in the flower beds around the park. A little background, as a hobby my father loved gardening, so much that the owner of the local nursery knew him by his first name. On our way home from Disneyland we asked him why he was unusually cheerful. He simply replied the little signs by the plants had the scientific names for the indigenous vegetation. Being 6 years old I had no idea what he meant. My eldest sister said they labeled all of the weeds.
Among my fondest, but most bittersweet, memories is the trip we pulled together to get 3 of my grandchildren to Disneyland before they moved to Michigan. The main objective was to get Jason (the one in the middle whom you cannot see) on RSR. We managed to get him on 4 times in one day! He has loved Cars his whole life and his reaction was everything I hoped He kept saying, "Slow down, you're not racin' yet!" in the Sheriff car's voice for days. He knew what souvenirs he wanted too.
Not a moment, but a memory nonetheless. I remember how much my father loved Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. He was such a kid at heart, and his excitement (even into his 50s) was precious and infectious. I cannot look at a picture of the attraction and not seeing his goofy-excited face.
Probably the October 17, 1996 passholder party, commemorating the planned end of the MSEP, with special meet-and-greet opportunities, and special musical acts (as I recall, that's the passholder party for which the Belle Air Brass performed; an old friend of mine played trombone with that quintet at the time [although she wasn't available for that particular performance]). And then returning to DL several times during the two weeks of MSEP encores.
Oh there are so many memories. I think the memory that I remember the most of when it "got to me" was after a Christmas Fireworks. When they ended, and the lights came on, and it SNOWED, ON MAIN STREET! I still remember I was unable to speak, and it got really dusty, really quick. A true Disney moment.
