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On the Seventh Day of Disney, Mickey gave to me, a Jingle Jungle parade and another awesome CP!

Got a late start (as usual) and went to AK. I’d planned lunch at Tusker, but B pitched a fit for RFC and Oma caved. It’s her nickel right now (meals=Christmas gift), so we ate there. Too much food/high prices -- I’d like to see smaller portions (less waste) and more reasonable prices, but we were only there for the atmosphere and the volcano dessert anyway. Went into the park, got Oma a wheelchair and headed for Dinoland. Dds wanted to ride Dinosaur and talked Oma into it, too…bad move! She HATED it almost as much as I hated ToT. In all reality, Peter Pan is a “thrill ride” to her. M to little ones to Primeval Whirl and we hoofed it over (get it??? [img]/ubb/images/graemlins/wink.gif[/img] ) FOLK. This is where we had our first major breakdown. I told the CM that B and Oma could transfer from chairs. B LOST it when I had her sit on the bench. I finally put her back in her seat and moved (a CM helped). After that, she was perfectly fine, but Oma was rolling her eyes and telling M and people around her that B just needed to be spanked. [img]/ubb/images/graemlins/mad.gif[/img] I don’t know exactly what it is, but sometimes B *HAS* to sit in the stroller to be able to calm herself. It reminds me of the autistic woman who works w/ cattle and designed a sling for herself that presses around her when she starts feeling out of control. It is exactly like that for B and I wish people who are supposed to lover her could see and understand. OK, enough of that rant.

The FOLK was awesome. Timon was in love with B, she had a little monkey that he played with and he kissed her hand a lot. Then, he had her kiss him and made a big scene…it was so sweet!. In that moment, she forgot that lots of people were watching her and I got a glimpse of “Italy” (some of you know what I mean). I cried. After the show, we made our way over to the safari and rode that. Got off just in time to find a spot for the Jingle Jungle parade and *really* enjoyed it. Shuffled out of the park with the masses and to the car. I dropped Oma and M off at the TTC for them to monorail straight to Epcot, get the wheelchair, and check in at GG in Jan’s section (waitress from last week). I drove to the Poly, valet parked, and took the girls to the NLC. A hug and a kiss and off to Neverland! I walked to the TTC and caught the front of the monorail w/ a lovely woman from S Africa who didn’t know you could ride up front until I came along. [img]/ubb/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img] I imparted some Disney knowledge to her along the way, then made a beeline to the GG. M called when I was walking by SE to tell me that Jan had called in sick and they were beeping. A forced march up that gosh-awful steep slope to the Land (25 minutes from NLC to GG!) and we were seated for dinner. Service was “eh”, food was good, but not great, and the characters were OK. Left there and walked through to go under the Lights of Winter (Oma’s never done this). The fountain was doing its thing, so we watched that, then took our time to the CP line (which was well into Japan). Spent some time imparting yet more Disney knowledge to some people behind us in line who thought no rides were open for MVMCP??? I’m still amazed at the number of people who spend thousands on a vacation without spending a dime researching the place, KWIM? My mother also told these ladies that I’m poor, to which they laughed (uncomfortably), “Because of all the visits to WDW?” and she said, “No, she’s just poor.” L I wanted to crawl under a rock, but that’s just to give you an idea of why I was glad when Thursday rolled around and my mom left.

We had excellent seats for CP. It was superb. Eartha Kitt clearly puts a lot of effort, heart, and soul into her reading and it shone through. We were all in tears by the end. Afterward, we had a potty/hot tea break and scoped out a spot for Illuminations. There was a woman who had claimed her piece of ground and was not going to budge, although she had at least 18” to her left. There was a woman to her right in an ECV, but not quite enough room for my mom’s wheelchair. This was, however, THE spot my mom wanted, so we said “excuse me”, but she would not move, just the 3 inches we needed her to. My mom was flipping out that she couldn’t see, so finally I just rolled her on up. The woman literally pivoted, as though her foot were glued to the ground. She finally stepped another 3” to her left and we could watch the show. The level of obnoxious-isity this trip was off the scale and even Cms commented to us about it in various places. One even said he hoped Santa brought everyone manners for Christmas, they were so lacking. Holiday Illuminations was spectacular and I’m glad we stayed to watch it. BTW, my mom also announced that she’d heard a voice a few weeks ago that told her this was her last Christmas. I don’t know what to think of that, but it really put a damper on the evening. We rode the monorail to the Poly and picked up the girls. The CM was rude (didn’t want to put down her newspaper) and wouldn’t let me go in to get them like we’d always done before, so I wasn’t able to get a photo of the crocodile food bar. Went back to CBR and found a lovely surprise from a lovely CM (you know who you are!!! [img]/ubb/images/graemlins/love.gif[/img] ). I had to do laundry, I *SO* did not pack well for this trip! I was up until 2 am and $12 later, back to the room with a suitcase full of clean clothes! BTW, I totally flashed back while doing laundry b/c this was the laundry/pool we used when older Dds and I were here in 1993!