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Oh man. I don't know how well this blog thing is going for me. I feel like I have a hard time writing authentically because I know I have an audience. It was the same way with keeping a journal. I always thought about my kids/grandkids reading it so, things became a little forced. I feel pressure to be witty, clever, etc. I can do this in person, but I have a hard time translating it into writing I analyze too much, but if you know me...you already know this. 'nuff said.


About a month ago my sister and her family came to visit and we went to Disneyland, and I might have had more fun than the kids did. It was much more crowded than we expected, but we were able to capitalize on having 3 adults and fast-passes and packed the day full of rides and met loads of characters. I was never a "Disney" kid growing up...in fact I thought I was "too cool for Disney." But a strange thing happened and I found myself mesmerized when I stood face to face with the Mad Hatter, Alice, Queen of Hearts, and the Evil Queen from Snow White. Since it was October, Disneyland was showcasing their villains. I loved it. I think everyone has a sort of fondness for dark things. Why else would we love dressing up as witches and skeletons and tell ghost stories?


But my favorite part of Disneyland? Bonding with this kid....


I don't get to see him much and I doubt he even remembered who I was, but we became fast friends. I love my niece and nephews and I pretty much arrange my holidays around them.