Um. What's the big fluffin' deal? I've been to Disney like 20 times.

Yes. I know you. You were the kids in kindergarten who brought in Mickey Mouse ears and stupid autograph books with illegible scribbles of the "characters" for show and tell. "Look children, Jenny has a picture of her at the real Cinderella's castle!" How do you follow that? I was so jealous because I brought...I am not making this up at all... a wooden lobster trap. My Disney World was Maine and they were the best vacations. But it is hard to get 5 year old excited about the plight of the New England lobsterman. I was dying up there like William Hung.  Instead of "She bangs" it was "Lobsters can regenerate legs, claws, and antennae." You snippy Disney kids snickering; me wanting to knock em dead; total fail. The beginning of the end of my acting career.

Ok, bitterness aside why is this such a big deal to me to take my family to Disney World?
My answer is three fold.
1. We have no petty cash. I am saving up a little each paycheck since July 2010 for this trip. That's alot of discipline for a girl who use to walk into Bloomies on a Tuesday, when she was single, walk right into the ladies clothes section and announce "Dress me!" So saving is hard and I need to be motivated. Disney is so expensive it will cost more than my wedding and honeymoon combined if I am able to afford Scenario A (a later topic).

2. Like Tinkerbell needs applause to live, I need to anticipate somthing at all times. So no major vacation till Disney Nov 2012.  I'm gonna need alot of stuff to look forward to or else I will use the savings I have, and say, eff it, were going to Colonial Williamsburg tomorrow pack a bag, me Minutemen!

3. Henry's never been, Eric's never been, I've been once at 17 and loved it!!! I miss it. My son will have a lobster trap for show and tell because my heart belongs to Maine and we will go there alot. But Disney has become an American right of passage, and the Mikos's are getting ready for the journey.

People take Disney way to far.

There are serious Disney people in America. I own no Pooh Bear shirts, Dopey jean jackets or the official Mickey ears. I just would treasure the moment when Henry, my son, will see that damn castle and all the magic Disney spews out of ever pore of it's collective genius called Disney World. So I get it, America. Let your freak flags fly over the Magic Kingdom, I'm coming to join you in your akwardness.

This Blog is to save my marriage.

This is the current state of my bedside table. I am not a Disney person. I must make this known upfront. I know it sound like I'm being in complete denial like a cokehead who enjoys an eightball "socially". But truth be told this is only a recent endevor. I am going to Disney World with my husband Eric and my son Henry Nov 2012.  
If given a choice for an unltimate travel destination, it would not be Disney World. I want to see Stonehenge, Easter Island and Thiland way more than Disney World. But I gave birth to a boy in August 2008 and my world has changed. I feel that, along with mammary gland activation, a Disney World receptor is stimulated  in motherhood.
So why the blog? This blog is so I don't loose Eric to a woman who has no interest in Dole Whips, meeting the 22 year old struggling actress who is dressed up like Mary Poppins because she had to make a choice between that and low budget nudies, and riding Splash Mountain. If I talk about it anymore he says he's not going and I got 18 months to go, people.