Disney Expert or Annoyance?

While on the bus going from Downtown Disney back to Boardwalk today, I sat next to a married couple. She had on a Disney "Happy Anniversary" button. I wished them a happy anniversary and we continued with small talk. In the course of the conversation, I found out that they were headed to Epcot, but were unsure as to exactly how to get to The Seas. I promptly put my two cents in, and showed them where to get on a boat when we got to the hotel and gave them further instructions on how to get to their final destination.

What's my point? Normally, I work very hard at minding my own business when I hear people discussing their vacation plans at Disney. I don't want appear a "buttinsky know-it-all." Today I decided to try to help.

There's a fine line between wanting to help and getting in the way. Sometimes the line is so fine it's nearly invisible. Sometimes we don't even notice the line until we cross it. But many times we are able to help simply because we weren't afraid of the line and reached out.

That Trip and This One

So here I am again, at the Worlds of Disney. The crowds are about one-third of what they were Christmas week. The holiday decorations are down. The weather is nice and warm. And I am here to wog 26.2 miles. I must be nuts.

Maybe that's what 50 does for you - you believe there are still objectives to accomplish, tasks to complete, and goals to achieve. The difference is at 50, I may not go out with the bold determination of a 20-something, or the growing self-confidence of a 30-something, or even the unwavering determination of a 40-something. I'm going out as a 50-something with the faith that this is something I want to do just for me.

Sunday I plan to wog through all four parks - using every minute of the seven hours allotted. I worry whether I will finish, whether my feet will ever forgive me, and whether there will be enough Tylenol in the state of Florida for the aftermath.

But I'm going after it, to do one more marathon. Fifty is fabulous - just remind me of that Monday morning!

Leaving For Disney (Again)

1. Packed - sort of

2. Annual pass

3. Hotel Ressie

4. ADRs

5. Marathon registration materials

6. Trained for marathon - oops - I knew I forgot something!

Molly and Her Mixer

This is Molly.
She has a fancy schmancy mixer.
She made a carrot cake and cupcakes for her brother's birthday.
She used vegan recipes, so they are healthy treats.
She even put Chip on the cakes!
Go Molly, Go!

I Declare War ...

... on chocolate. I have decided that this horrible traitor known as chocolate is dead set against my losing weight. It sits and calls my name, until I have devoured it, usually with a spoonful of peanut butter. It is evil and must be stopped.

So, I hereby declare that henceforth from today I am banning chocolate - this is after I ate the last of that dastardly chocolate left over from the Christmas box Steve brought home from the office.

Well, I'm almost banning chocolate. There are two exceptions: my beloved Starbucks non-fat mocha frappuccino light and the occasional Mickey Bar (which may only be consumed at certified Disney-affiliated locations). After all, peace must start somewhere.