Bubba at Dizzyland

Here is Gidian kickin' it in Disneyland. If you can tell me what ride this is, I'll give you a shiny quarter... and a kick in the pants for knowing Disneyland too well.

It was Disneyland's 50th Anniversary, so there was some cool decorations and an out-of-this-world firework show: Julie Andrews narrated, Walt added some thoughts. They went through several movies and Disneyland rides, complete with a pirate battle over the castle and Tinkerbell cruising in on a guide wire and zapping the castle with her wand and finally a shooting star.

Since I was stuck in Southern California on 3 audits for two weeks, including weekends, B'Andra just bought an annual pass to Disneyland and went 7 days out of 9. I think Gidian got a little tired of it, but learned to love some of the rides: Whinney the Pooh, Small World, Pirates of the Caribbean.

I went twice and really took things easy and really curtailed B'Andra's death-march style amusement park routine. But she was OK with it, knowing she had a full week to keep coming back.

I enjoyed Tom Sawyer's island. First time going there. Gidian loved it, which is what made it fun. Ditto for Tarzan's Tree-house, which apparently used to be Swiss Family Robinson's Tree-house.

The great thing about Disneyland is most of the rides are for children. This can be a boring downer when you are an adrenaline junkie, but if you are a middle aged, car-sick-plagued wimp like me, it is just right. Well Gidian makes it fun. B'Andra makes it fun too. She knows the park better than anyone I know.

Here is Bubba at Sea World.

I had an audit in San Diego and B'Andra, upon hearing that I would be within 100 miles of Disneyland, insisted on coming.... which in our current state of single income meant driving.

Yeah, I know.

"Bubba?", you may be asking yourself. Well, yes that is his nickname, but it was an accident.

When he was still in the womb, I started a little childrens's story about a monkey named Booga and when he was born, I called him that. But it didn't really fit so it started to transmutate and become Bubbie then Boober and finally Bubba. I never wanted to give him a red-neck name, but living in the middle of Salt Lake, the name will help him remember his small town roots.

The cutest thing is when he sees a picture of the family and he names everyone, he says "Mommie, Daddie, Bubba!".

He's been calling me Ben for about 2 months now, which I love. B'Andra doesn't like it, but I tell her it is her fault for always reprimanding me. When I talk to her, I call her 'Honey'. When she talks to me its BEN !!!!! :)

But he has lately figured out that Mommie has a real name too. A really difficult name to say. So he just calls her Ja-Ja. I tried to get him to say it by doing on syllable at a time:
Bee (bee),
On, (on),
Drah (ja).
Be-On-Drah (Ja-Ja).

For Your Eyes Only

Thought I would try out this 'blogging' thing.

Seems a bit like wetting yourself in a dark suit: it gives you a warm feeling, but nobody really notices.

Stay tuned for exciting updates of my life including my lack of a church calling (YES!!!!), working all the time and sleeping.

Of course, I will throw in the occasional Adventures of Gidian updates. Everyday is a new adventure for that kid and a different experience in joy.
I will take requests:
benjamin@hbmcpas.com