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Viewing my life as a story makes me ask the question "am I living a life that people would want to read about or watch a movie about?" I think that is a pretty obvious question to ask and I think the answer for me would be that much of my life is consumed by daily activities like going to work, coming home for lunch and dinner with my family and then maybe some reading or watching movies (and occasionally glancing at my iPhone). There are parts of my life that are interesting for people to watch, and my kids definitely make things more interesting (if you want to read about some of that check out my last &lt;a href="http://mikecushing.blogspot.com/2010/04/cushing-kids-and-things-they-say.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;), but does having an interesting life really matter?&lt;br /&gt;
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There are plenty of people out there that live lives full of drama, drugs, sex, big houses, and nice cars that would be very interesting and would make a hit TV series, but is that what I want for my life? No, to me a story like that would be a big waste of time. I want my story to be less about being interesting and more about making a difference and inspiring action. I want to live a life that my kids can follow and make a sequel about.&lt;br /&gt;
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I read Donald Miller's Blue Like Jazz and enjoyed it but have not yet read A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, but it is on my list. To view Chris' full video review you can go &lt;a href="http://www.chrisbrogan.com/a-million-miles-in-a-thousand-years-video-book-review/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470389325313585256-5762664498097268507?l=mikecushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought if homeschooling is such a great idea then why aren't more people doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went along with the possibility that we might, by some slim chance, home school and will look in to it. This was the same type of slim chance where all the schools in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ventura&lt;/span&gt; were flattened by an earthquake, or some other natural disaster, and our house was still standing (even though we live less than a mile from two elementary schools).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended a informational meeting for an organization that helps you with your homeschooling paperwork, coordinates classes, like chemistry for older home schooled students, and builds a sort of community for these students. It seemed that they spoke more about how bad public schools are and how dare you think of putting your kid in a public school than about the benefits of homeschooling and their organization. I was a product of public school, did I turn out so bad?? I was considering putting my kids in public school, does that make me a bad parent?? They didn't exactly win me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on our journey of knowledge about homeschooling. We read books and talked to some people that are doing it for their children. It softened me a bit by breaking down some of the stereotypes and fears that are associated with homeschooling, but I was still not convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were invited by Mindy's cousin, who is proponent of homeschooling, to a workshop by &lt;a href="http://www.carolejoyseid.com/"&gt;Carole Joy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know what was I thinking when I agreed to go to a 9-5 workshop, on a Saturday. Especially when we didn't have any information about the content nor the format of the workshop. I guess I must have been in a good mood when Mindy asked me to go and heard  and thought, "sure.. why not". Or maybe it was the words "husbands are free" that lured me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the day of the workshop, I wasn't so "sure... why not" and was more leaning towards "what are we doing?" "Are you sure you still want to go?" "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, we'll go but we may only be there a little while and leave." We ended up staying there the whole day and now that I went I'm glad that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carole's approach was much different than my previous experience. She talked about the development of children and the idea of only teaching them something when they are ready. She talked about how boys have a much harder time sitting still in a classroom than girls and end up getting in to trouble for it. She talked about how great it is to get kids out in to nature rather than just reading about it in a text book. She talked about getting kids to love reading and teaching history through biographies. She talked about if there is something that you don't know you are going to be learning it right along with your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought back to my time in school and how I was always bored and getting in to trouble for talking during class. (I guess I still can't sit still because Mindy commented how my legs never stopped moving throughout the day). Also, for me, reading was always a chore in school and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; for pleasure. It wasn't until recently that I started getting in to reading regularly (as you may have noticed by the quality of my writing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carole was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt; about what she talked about and she had the credentials to back it up. She has a Masters in education, has taught in both public and private schools, and lived it by homeschooling her son (who went on to get a Masters degree). I would recommend her workshop to anyone, whether considering homeschooling or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't guessed already, this workshop confirmed that homeschooling is right for our family and we are going for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470389325313585256-2904320176865846827?l=mikecushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MikeCushing/~4/ohTLtv5LPGQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MikeCushing/~3/ohTLtv5LPGQ/homeshool-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (-Mike-)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mikecushing.blogspot.com/2009/05/homeshool-what.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470389325313585256.post-3857582309784224726</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-02T20:07:51.883-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vacation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Disneyland</category><title>Our Disneyland Adventure</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyTFxzq_uI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kWN0Up_HCWM/s1600-h/CRW_8241-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331297786378518242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyTFxzq_uI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kWN0Up_HCWM/s320/CRW_8241-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we took our little princess to Disneyland for her birthday. We tried to get there when it opened, at 10am, but with traffic and waiting in line to get the free birthday ticket we didn't make it through the gate until about 11:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyUdaRBUhI/AAAAAAAAABY/BMSovs-RZCY/s1600-h/CRW_8245-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331299291887653394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyUdaRBUhI/AAAAAAAAABY/BMSovs-RZCY/s320/CRW_8245-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the advice of friends we made the plan to take the train to the back of the park and work our way forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyVeFB1-vI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q3OcxmzzclM/s1600-h/CRW_8255-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331300402878348018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyVeFB1-vI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q3OcxmzzclM/s320/CRW_8255-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Andrew loved the train ride. He liked it so much that when we got to Toon Town he found a train car and had to get on it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyWM6kmnFI/AAAAAAAAABo/j2TLOaP3rxk/s1600-h/CRW_8261-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331301207525203026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyWM6kmnFI/AAAAAAAAABo/j2TLOaP3rxk/s320/CRW_8261-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyXFeqFeBI/AAAAAAAAABw/BZ2EMA3ue5U/s1600-h/CRW_8277-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331302179284547602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyXFeqFeBI/AAAAAAAAABw/BZ2EMA3ue5U/s320/CRW_8277-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyXl7XSAJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6qTmwXvODzs/s1600-h/CRW_8273-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331302736746119314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyXl7XSAJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/6qTmwXvODzs/s320/CRW_8273-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids did very well with waiting in line. Even though Minnie Mouse was in view they were still patient and waited their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyYdSDQVQI/AAAAAAAAACA/OxAP1acwDm0/s1600-h/CRW_8280-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331303687728944386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyYdSDQVQI/AAAAAAAAACA/OxAP1acwDm0/s320/CRW_8280-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came their big moment... they got to meet Minnie Mouse. Its tough when you meet a big time celebrity like that. Trying to play it cool and act like they are just another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyZxlM1umI/AAAAAAAAACI/JwxSMzOV51k/s1600-h/CRW_8285-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331305135978429026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyZxlM1umI/AAAAAAAAACI/JwxSMzOV51k/s320/CRW_8285-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy and Papa got to accompany the kids to go meet, the big cheese, Mickey Mouse and everyone came out smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyaXSNaUGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/X0R-xn9d9PA/s1600-h/CRW_8266-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331305783715582050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyaXSNaUGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/X0R-xn9d9PA/s320/CRW_8266-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Garrett joined us for the trip. Occasionally he got distracted by his email and the pictures of him that I was periodically uploading to Facebook. He was a great help and we all enjoyed having him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfycJWfHTVI/AAAAAAAAACY/R9rqtwVSx9Y/s1600-h/CRW_8287-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331307743368662354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfycJWfHTVI/AAAAAAAAACY/R9rqtwVSx9Y/s320/CRW_8287-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfycJpgfRcI/AAAAAAAAACg/bNeql1KyieI/s1600-h/CRW_8289-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331307748474701250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfycJpgfRcI/AAAAAAAAACg/bNeql1KyieI/s320/CRW_8289-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the tour of Toon Town and then it was time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfydOGUx_II/AAAAAAAAACo/r1CELqZOJXM/s1600-h/CRW_8295-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331308924441328770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfydOGUx_II/AAAAAAAAACo/r1CELqZOJXM/s320/CRW_8295-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this bird received a presidential pardon and was off the menu, we went for burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/Sfye8H2_DzI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZR5pAOF632k/s1600-h/CRW_8299-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331310814638837554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/Sfye8H2_DzI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZR5pAOF632k/s320/CRW_8299-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/Sfye8dPpiJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jDIhFrqXQrI/s1600-h/CRW_8309-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331310820379429010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/Sfye8dPpiJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jDIhFrqXQrI/s320/CRW_8309-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we hit some rides. Papa and Uncle Garrett stepped in when Mommy thought a ride would make her sick. The kids were brave and took on anything that we put them on. The Dumbo ride was by Andrew's request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyiB7QzDlI/AAAAAAAAADA/isKIyRUu0Wg/s1600-h/CRW_8313-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331314212871540306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyiB7QzDlI/AAAAAAAAADA/isKIyRUu0Wg/s320/CRW_8313-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy saw this sign and couldn't resist. She was tempted to have Brianna turned in to a Disney princess, but instead emerged with a knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyiCR1WdyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KxKPV9y-YIU/s1600-h/CRW_8317-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331314218930435874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyiCR1WdyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KxKPV9y-YIU/s320/CRW_8317-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyiCJ6fx0I/AAAAAAAAADI/MD5IGZChRKY/s1600-h/CRW_8314-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331314216804534082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyiCJ6fx0I/AAAAAAAAADI/MD5IGZChRKY/s320/CRW_8314-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then made the international voyage through It's a Small World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyiCkaJiVI/AAAAAAAAADY/wgh48knAdP0/s1600-h/CRW_8321-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331314223916616018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyiCkaJiVI/AAAAAAAAADY/wgh48knAdP0/s320/CRW_8321-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyqcWAzQaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iS56_GoNtVM/s1600-h/CRW_8339-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331323462821822882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfyqcWAzQaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iS56_GoNtVM/s320/CRW_8339-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got the Small World song in our head we made our way over to the Finding Nemo ride. The ride was not that long but there was a problem with one of the submarines and we ended up having to sit and wait in the sub for quite a while. Garrett thought this was the opportune time to break out in song with "Yellow Submarine". That did get the Small World song out of my head but I really prefer the Beatles version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to beat the rush and headed to dinner. After dinner we got our things out of our locker and scoped out a spot to watch the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfysmQhEiQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6jgGYq9asU8/s1600-h/CRW_8357-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331325832168507650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfysmQhEiQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6jgGYq9asU8/s320/CRW_8357-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the performance went on the kids were captivated by the lights, music, dancing and all the stars that were there. How do they get all those Disney characters in one place? You would think at least some would be working on their next movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfylhRV-rLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DLspIM--7Ss/s1600-h/CRW_8349-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331318049909681330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/SfylhRV-rLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DLspIM--7Ss/s320/CRW_8349-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/Sfylh1Inb2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ngDgQQNeMAA/s1600-h/CRW_8352-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/Sfylhl_LqFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SBTVUMIfYOE/s1600-h/CRW_8351-sRGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331318055451207762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lSGvBjP0bwU/Sfylhl_LqFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SBTVUMIfYOE/s320/CRW_8351-sRGB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once the music stopped the party was over and we headed home. As you would expect the kids were out as soon as they got in their car seats. We had a fun time and it was great watching the kids experience this. We are hoping to make it back in the next few weeks and hit California Adventure to take advantage of our 2fer tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7470389325313585256-3857582309784224726?l=mikecushing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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