Bold all that apply:
I am 5’4 or shorter.
I have many scars.
I tan easily.
I wish my hair was a different color.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have a tattoo.
I am self-conscious about my appearance.
I have/I’ve had braces.
I wear glasses.
I’d get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.
I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.
I have more than 2 piercings.
I have piercings in places besides my ears.
I have freckles.
I’ve sworn at my parents.
I’ve been kicked out of the house.
I have a sibling less than one year old.
I want to have kids someday.
I have children.
I’ve lost a child.
I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.
Disney movies still make me cry.
I’ve snorted while laughing.
I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.
I’ve glued my hand to something.
I’ve laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.
I’ve had my pants rip in public.
I was born with a disease/impairment.
I’ve had stitches.
I’ve broken a bone.
I’ve had my tonsils removed.
I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.
I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.
I’ve had surgery.
I’ve had chicken pox.
I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day.
I’ve been to Canada.
I’ve been to Niagara Falls.
I’ve been to Japan.
I’ve Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
I’ve been to Spain.
I’ve been to Africa.
I’ve been to France.
I’ve been lost in my city.
I’ve seen a shooting star.
I’ve wished on a shooting star.
I’ve seen a meteor shower.
I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.
I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
I’ve been to a casino.
I’ve been skydiving.
I’ve gone skinny dipping.
I’ve played spin the bottle.
I’ve crashed a car.
I’ve been skiing.
I’ve been in a play.
I’ve met someone in person from the internet.
I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I’ve seen the Northern Lights.
I’ve sat on a roof top at night.
I’ve played chicken.
I’ve played a prank on someone.
I’ve ridden in a taxi.
I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
I’ve eaten Sushi.
I’ve been snowboarding.
I’m in a relationship.
I’ve gone on a blind date.
I’ve been the dumpee more than the dumper.
I miss someone right now.
I have a fear of abandonment.
I’ve been divorced.
I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.
I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.
I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.
I’ve kept something from a past relationship.
I’ve had a crush on someone of the same gender.
I’ve kissed a member of the same gender.
I’ve had sex with more than one person at the same time.
I am a cuddler.
I’ve been kissed in the rain.
I’ve had sex outdoors.
I’ve hugged a stranger.
I have kissed a stranger.
I have had sex with a stranger.
I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t.
I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.
I have lied to my parents about where I am.
I am keeping a secret from the world.
I’ve cheated while playing a game.
I’ve cheated on a test.
I’ve run a red light.
I’ve been suspended from school.
I’ve witnessed a crime.
I’ve been in a fist fight.
I’ve been arrested.
I’ve consumed alcohol.
I’ve smoked a cigarette.
I’ve smoked pot.
I regularly drink.
I’ve taken painkillers when I didn’t need them.
I’ve done hard drugs.
I’ve been addicted to an illegal drug
Sunday, November 29, 2009
The year was 2002. The month was .... some time between January and August.
I was working at Kali River Rapids.
It was time for my break.
I went into the tiny Asia break room to enjoy my few minutes of freedom. I was grabbing my purse, and standing in front of the vending machines. My back was to the machines, my purse in front of me on the table.
Suddenly I felt something land on my head. Before I could assess the situation, the mystery object was RUNNING DOWN MY LEFT ARM!!
It was a cockroach! A cockroach ON MY SKIN!
It ran down my arm ..... right into my open purse.
Of course my purse that day was black, so I couldn't exactly SEE the stupid bug.
All of us in the immediate area started flipping out, and I'm sure some people just sat back and laughed.
Kevin was my savior. He manned up and took my purse outside. I followed behind, not that I knew how I would help. Before I could say "be nice" (to my things, not the bug), he dumped my entire purse contents on the ground. I flew in the air and squirmed around with major koodies as I watched this stupid black cockroach go scurrying away.
I didn't want to even touch my purse or any of its contents after that. Now that I think about it .... I don't use that one anymore. I should donate it to Goodwill. I won't tell them about the bug incident of 2002!
Kevin - is in the pink shirt - in the Asia break room. THANK YOU, KEVIN!!!
(Originally posted on my myspace page in March 2009)
I've been re-watching Queer as Folk every night while going to bed. I just saw this scene where the message reminds me of a prior blog, and standing up for equality. In season 1 Emmett makes a deal with God. To keep up his end of the bargain, he joins a support group called "See the Light". Comprised of homosexual men and women, they all seem to be brainwashed into thinking that living life as a heterosexual is the better, more righteous option. Michael and Ted pay a visit to Emmett, to let them know they still love him. This excerpt really jumped out at me:
Michael: .... that's the way I'll always remember you.
Emmett: Thanks. I don't think God appreciates it quite as much as you do.
Ted: I think God appreciates it even more, 'cause he created you in His image, at least that's what I was always taught. And since God is love and God doesn't make mistakes, then you must be exactly the way he wants you to be. The way he intended you to be. And that goes for every person, every planet, every mountain, every grain of sand, of every song, every tear. And every faggot. We're all his, Emmett. He loves us all.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
The ever loyal yang to my yin, Mike, told me he wouldn't speak to me again until I watched Wall-E. So naturally I immediately put it in the DVD player and began to watch. He wasn't going to be fully satisfied until I told him why I loved the movie. Mike, this is for you!
- No over-abundance of dialog!
- Hello Dolly, Hello Dolly, Hello Dolly!!!
- Michael Crawford's lovely singing voice.
- Going into space reminded me of a mix of Star Tours and Mission Space.
- Obese humans in ECV type things .... so Disney World-esque, and sadly a look at the future of America? Gosh I hope not!!
- Space! Its like the Jetsons!
- Thought I saw "condom" - but it was just "economy", or was it "economic"?
- I actually got tense during the self-destruct countdown.
- WOW!! What a message about Earth!
- Wall-E's eyes say so much.
- Put on your Sunday shoes when you feel down and out, go down the street and have your picture took.
- The artwork during the credits.
- He was willing to do anything for the girl.
- She was willing to do anything for him!
- It only takes a moment to be loved a whole life long!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
There's nothing like the holidays to bring families together. Matching sweaters, hot cocoa, egg nog, the scent of cinnamon filling the air, a warm fire crackling in the background, a perfectly decorated tree, stockings hanging from the mantle, cookies and milk set out for Santa Claus, family sing-a-longs of favorite Christmas carols, a perfectly cooked turkey and apple pie, laughter, hugs, sentimental photos of grandparents and grandchildren. All holidays are like a Hallmark card.
Maybe. But not if you're in MY family!
I heard my family holiday gatherings described perfectly on the radio last night. We are all excited to get together, talk, eat. You show up happy - yet still kind of "ugh" about it - but then it gets tense, people may fight. Eventually the night comes to an end and everyone hugs, says how great it was to get together and how we can't wait to do it again. Then you are left with just your immediate family - and you have to re-cap and gossip and what the heck just went on. And then, as it says on the shampoo bottle, you lather rinse repeat. We do it all again the next year!
Its not always family wanting to strangle each other - we just have zany get togethers!
- There was the time all of us cousins spotted Stan putting on his Santa costume outside Grandpa's house, and we finally confirmed our suspicions all along that it was in fact Grandpa's friend under that horrible costume.
- One year a young boy came out of the bathroom shaking with eyes wide open. I think even his hair was standing up a bit. He had just put a key into a power outlet and electrocuted himself. (Okay, I still laugh at this one just as much as I did when it happened probably 20 years ago!)
- Another young boy once emerged from a back room carrying a gun, not even realizing what it was.
- That goes along with the horrible sight we witnessed out the kitchen window one year. The neighbors had returned home from hunting and were proudly displaying the dead body of a deer they had murdered. No wonder some of us ended up becoming vegetarians.
- There are have been the family battles with a person yelling F*** You, Mom! That was a doozie!
- A certain blog author one time had to put a foot down and actually kick a family member out of the house - but not after laying in a couple swift punches and kick to the crotch. (You have NO idea how many other members are jealous of that certain blog author!)
- A story never to be forgotten - as is evident every year as we all re-tell it and laugh - is THE fire. One sister prone to hysterics noticed the a fire starting on the kitchen stove. Instead of flipping out as is customary, she remained calm and informed the loud houseful of people that there was a "Fire. There is a fire in the kitchen. Fire." Almost monotone. The one time we needed her to be loud and get our attention, and we barely heard her! No worries - the fire was put out and everything was fine.
- Oh, didn't Grandma fall in the bathroom once? A total "I've fallen and I can't get up" moment for sure! Poor Grandma.
- Speaking of grandmas!! My great grandma Mildred. She lived in a nursing home but was with all of us for Christmas. We always had a very impressive array of cookies during Christmas. She knew this, and was determined to get one. All day long she kept having someone assist her to the bathroom. Every time she passed through the dining room she grabbed a cookie. It was after maybe 5 trips that we all caught on to her!
- Food disasters have happened .... gravy exploding, "lightning" in the microwave when the wrong plate was used to heat some pie.
- Family drama - I don't dare elaborate. We all have "that" person/segment, right? That one where you just know eventually they are going to cause a scene and make everyone uncomfortable? I choose to believe you all have that in your families, or you're just in denial about it!
This feels like just the tip of the family gathering iceburg, too! With Thanksgiving coming up quickly, I am so excited to see them all again, a little nervous about what may happen, and ready to see what sort of new memory will possibly result from Thanksgiving 2009!
Family - gotta love 'em!
I love it. I hate it. "It" is Black Friday.
- I love shopping.
- I hate Wal-mart, but they are the key player for local Black Friday shopping.
- I love sales.
- I hate waiting for Black Friday to actually get here. I want it NOW! (said in the voice of Veruca Salt in Willy Wonka)
- I love being up early when it is still dark out.
- I hate fighting my way through a mini-van filled parking lot.
- I love going home and surrounding myself with my new presents that my pets thoughtfully bought for me.
- I hate waiting for Christmas so I can unwrap and enjoy the new gifts my pet thoughtfully bought for me.
- I love giving special people gifts.
- I hate waiting a month to give them their gifts.
Black Friday, you are so close I can taste you. I've had some of your appetizers, which were delivered to my desk at work this week, but now I am ready for the main course! I can only imagine what dessert will be like!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
An e-mail I received this afternoon from my mom:
So a guy stops in the Fast Stop Market on his way to Sunshine Park to grab some coffee. The usual girl is there. So the guy says "how's it going?" Girl says - "I'm poor, fat and ugly. How do you think it's going?" Guy says, "Well, its still early."
Jim will never ask anyone that question again.
I don't know if it is such a great milestone - but I suppose in any person's quest for something that is physically challenging to them it happens eventually. My milestone is that I have resumed 5K training after a down period of being on vacation and the Swine Flu!
I went out last night for a lighter run. I repeated week three's training, which is backward progress, but I figure getting back out there is progress in itself. It was easier than I expected at first, but the last bit did get difficult when it came to catching my breath. My back had been hurting, so I was hesitant about going for a run, but I felt guilty not doing it at all. Today I can barely move, but I can't fully blame that on the run. I just haven't been able to move for a week as it is. No more carrying around my over-weight dog I guess!
Monday, November 23, 2009
All those hours spent feverishly writing in my journal while watching and listening to the television, then running to my computer to type, and then running back to the TV to watch and write .... they have paid off!
I took this photo of me being excited to hold my brand new CD (one was way too excited!) ,but then I thought maybe that version was too sweet .... and I needed to grasp more of the feel of the album (which I am LOVING, by the way!!) .... and I came up with this...
I thought I'd get strangled if I kissed the CD case, so I went with the above option instead.
Its so good! I love it! This is the first album I have ever bought of an American Idol performer. I <3 Adam!!
And that concludes this random Idol posting .... I'll see you all again in January when American Idol returns! I may actually begin earlier and write during the auditions and Hollywood round this year! We'll see. I mean we won't have Adam, but we will have Ellen!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Friday is the day I find myself zoning out. All week builds up to my Friday task - which is rather mundane and allows me to daydream for a while. Its a nice way to wind down the week. It is during this time of daydreaming that odd thoughts pop into my head. Here are a few:
- It isn't fair that in movies and tv shows there is always the "hot delivery guy". Ours isn't hot. He's friendly and always talks to us, but he's not the least bit attractive. Why can't we be like a movie filled with southern women checking out the eye candy in a uniform once in a while?
- I am a minority. I am a woman that menstruates. At work, that makes me a minority. Looking around, I cannot see one other person that hasn't gone through menopause already. No wonder we have such a great divide around here!
- Senior-itis has kicked in. But instead of being a high school senior distracted by thoughts of summer break and a new life in college, I am distracted by visions of Black Friday shopping!!
- Some people enjoy the sound of their own voice and never tire of telling every single customer and co-worker the same exact story all day long for weeks now. I really should invest in ear plugs.
- My dog is getting chunky. Michael is trying to buy the love and affection of my pets through food. He should start walking her daily while I'm at work!
- I have tons of clothes I could give to good will. I've held on to them for years. I know I'm never going to wear them again. I think its time to donate again.
- Project Runway just wasn't right. Carol Hannah got ripped off.
- I still need to get a copy of Kathy Griffin's new book. (If any readers are looking for Christmas ideas .... well ..... !!!!!)
- Changing work voice mail every single day is pointless. I just don't get it.
- Falling out of friendship with someone because of their dishonesty .... its odd. Its uncomfortable.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I see a hint of brown. Down there at the bottom is a last slurp of Pepsi. Oh, if only I could get to it. I paid enough for it, yet it sits there taunting me. The elusive last sip of a Wendy's soft drink.
I guess I know better. I should just stop going there. I hit it maybe once every 3 months, and every time I come away not satisfied. I realized getting a side salad there is pointless. It is only the disgusting left over bits of lettuce that have a gross, almost dirty/tangy hint to them. I was hesitant about getting a cheese potato today. Usually it is a warm potato with one bite's worth of cheese.
Today I had 3 bites of cheese, so a minor improvement, but still not acceptable. But my problem for this particular visit is my drink. As I stare at the little bit of Pepsi at the bottom, the huge chunks of ice sit all the way to the top inch of my cup. I can't even get my straw through the ice and down to the bottom. I am not happy. I am thirsty.
Why did I go there? Because my street is blocked for sewer work and I can't get to my home. I was prepared with my pens, journal, Nintendo DO and games. Wendy's was the easiest stop on my way to the duck pont. Tomorrow I will pack a lunch. Okay, probably not. But I will NOT go toWendy's, despite the convenient location. I might be easiest to just fight the ducks and geese for some of their food instead!
I have so much in my head, but not enough time to get it all out there. Here are some blogs I've been toying with writing. (One was actually completely written months ago, but yet to make it on here.)
- The beauty of the tote (coming soon!)
- The importance of saying "I love you"
- Do testicles really move on their own??
- Proper workplace restroom etiquette
- Review of Michael Jackson's "This Is It"
- Must have albums
- Why does Wendy's fill their cups all the way to the top with ice?
- Crazy things that happen at my family holiday get togethers
- The hauntings in my house
Monday, November 16, 2009
Back in the 80's I took dance lessons - ballet, tap and jazz. Sandy Rice was my teacher, and I think my fellow dancers will still agree today when I say she was awesome and I'd love to be able to take lessons from her again! Sandy had older students act as her assistants. The one I was around the most during my classes was Heather Terry.
Last January Heather Terry and 3 of her passengers were killed when the car she was driving in Eugene was struck by a drunk driver. Her son, 10 year old Jakobi, was the sole survivor .... but came out far from unscathed. A 24 year old male had been drinking at a bowling alley when he chose to drive home that night, against the better judgment of his friends that tried to talk him out of it. I was sitting here thinking about when I heard the news. I had seen a headline about the deadliest crash in Eugene. Usually when I see headlines like that I check to make sure Heather R** or my little nieces aren't involved. This particular article I didn't read because I knew Heather was alive. But it was just the next day Heather R** texted me to tell me about Heather Terry being killed. She and I were never friends, but she was always a dance class fixture while growing up, so it was quite a shock. And how terrible for her little boy - named after the auditorium that we did our dance recitals in! - to be the only survivor and have to grow up without a mom. Ugh, I can't even think about that!
I decided to look up the past articles about the accident and see if there was ever a charge, verdict and sentence for the drunk driver. Sure enough, there was an article in the Register Guard on Ocboer 21, 2009.
Ellmers appealing sentence: The attorney for the Eugene man says the 20-year prison term for a crash that killed four people is too harsh.
WHAT?? He killed for people, plus the injuries (mental and physical) to the one survivor, and he ONLY gets twenty-years? Then complains about it? 20 years for harming 5 people ... that equals four years per person. Or 5 per person if you ignore the one survivor. How on earth could you complain that a sentence like that is too HARSH?? I'd say he got off pretty easy. Its just disgusting to think someone would actually go through the legal process to change that sentence. Is it possible to make it longer? Lame ass attorney wants it reduced, so as a form of punishment for being retarded and complaining about something pretty light, he gets more time? I mean the person that chose to drive drunk is only 25. He will be 45 years old when he is released from prison. Heather didn't even live to be 40 years old, thanks to this guy. Pathetic!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
- Side Orders - buying my breakfast as 3 side items was such a money saver! If I had purchased a platter, and asked them to hold the meat, I would have had the same exact food, for about $3 more!
- No Drama - Jessica and I got along so well, you should all be jealous. It is probably because we are both so awesome. I can honestly say there wasn't one time in the entire trip that I was annoyed or wanted any "alone time". We're GREAT vacation buddies!!
- Wildlife - It seems almost every day we spotted a new form of Florida wildlife. Among our animal friends were rabbits, spiders, alligators, deer, exotic birds.... and more!
- People - Non-stop people watching provided hours of humor. Add our photo scavenger hunt to that and you have endless amounts of free entertainment!
- TOTES! - 2009 is the Year of the Tote! We went tote crazy. In total we brought home 8 souvenir totes. I carry mine around now "just because."
- Words of the Day - Every day of our trip we chose a word or phase that we would use as much as possible. Some of our choices were: "totes," "poop" (and its various forms), "at your leisure" and "room for activities." The latter was our favorite and we still continue using it today!
- CANDY! - Not just candy, but CANDY! I haven't had any candy in 16 years, but dressing up and trick or treating was a total blast and made me a woman on a mission to get as much CANDY as possible. If you could only hear how we said "candy" - we'll you'd probably raise an eyebrow at us. But, dang it, we had fun
- Being a Kid Again - How could you not love a chance to forget about the real world and just be a kid? I loved dancing with Stitch and Goofy, unexpectedly "joining" a band's performance, singing on the bus, etc... There was no judgment and nobody laughing at us ... .just WITH us!
- Summer Camp - I never went to summer camp as a kid, but I think Jessica was right when she compared our hotel to summer camp. It was too much fun to walk around and get dinner in our pajamas, over load on lemonade and Coke (NOT together, gross!), shop every day after eating, walk inside a giant Rubik's cube multiple times a day, and be on our own schedule. Loved it!
- Jessica's Bladder - Our bladders were pretty good at getting in sync with each other so we could hit the bathrooms at the same time. I am very appreciative of Jessica's potty pace. Huh?? Let me explain! I hate going to the bathroom at the same time as friends and then realizing they are speed pee-ers. I don't get it. I had a former roommate that I felt was always trying to race me. It was strange. I enjoy taking my time. I figure the bathroom is the only place I can just be away from people and have a minute or two to myself with no interruptions. Its always driven me nuts when I go places and its like a race to see who can pee and wash their hands and get out of the bathroom the fastest. Its pointless to race against me, too, because you'll always win. I am not going to do it "half-assed" and then end up wiping with a bare hand or not enough toilet paper. Jessica is not a racer! Hallelujah!!! I could move at my relaxed pace and didn't have to have someone looking at me like I am some slow two-toed sloth! She even let me put on my lipstick without having it be a race. So for this, I thank Jessica for being an awesome bathroom buddy! If you can't relax while you're going potty, when can you??
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Progress? What's that? Oh yeah, that's the thing that man sings about in Tomorrowland. Come on, let's just all have one round of it together, shall we?
It's a great big beautiful tomorrow, shining at the end of every day. It's a great big beautiful tomorrow ... just a dream away! .......... Now that's progress!
So back to my progress report on my running. Well, sadly there isn't much to report. I wasn't able to run the week prior to vacation. I was trying to save my body (which was hurting more and more) so I'd be able to walk around Disney World. The next week I was obviously not running while on vacation. And then I came home .... I came home only to get the lovely H1N1 virus and be on my death bed for a week. I wanted to run this week, but I can tell I'm not fully back to normal, and I don't want to risk having this big relapse I keep hearing about.
My first race is three and a half weeks away. I know this one will end up being more of an experience to see what the whole race thing is like, versus an actual race for me. I am sure I won't be able to run the entire thing, but I will certainly give it my best shot! I really hope that next week I will be able to put on my shoes, pull back my hair, and hit the pavement again!
Friday, November 6, 2009
I just read a blog written for Psychology Today. I am that cool ... I read Psychology Today! If you feel inclined to read it, here is the link: The Inside Scoop on Your Introvert Friends
Many people think I am just this totally outgoing chatty Cathy - but things aren't always how they seem. I was actually pleased to read this article that I felt was almost describing me. I'll just list some of the bold points from it:
- It's all about energy
- The more is not the merrier
- Anything but the telephone
- Yes, I like on-line communication
I was shocked at how much I related to this article. Pretty much I could have been the author. I give full credit for today's blog to Irene S. Levin, Ph.D.!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Like Templeton sings in Charlotte's Web about the fair, Walt Disney World really is a veritable smorgasbord, orgasbord, orgasbord ..... except its mostly when the lights are still on, versus out.
So many food offerings, so much to pick from. Burgers, chicken, lamb, tofu, salads, lobster, crab cakes, desserts, sausages, soups, Mexican, Norwegian, Moroccan, French ..... an international feast of foods to tempt any vacationers palate. Well, welcome to Disney World with R****. I can (and will try to) probably list every single thing I ate while on vacation. This is of no interest to any reader, more of a "can I do it" type of entry!
- Scrambled eggs, hash browns, biscuits, bagel, blueberry muffins, cheese omelet, French toast sticks
- Cheese pizza
- French fries/waffle fries
- "Chips" in the United Kingdom
- Popcorn (x2)
- Pineapple/vanilla soft-serve swirl, strawberry shortcake sundae
- Cookies (only 2!)
- "Grilled cheese" (with hamburger buns instead of sliced bread)
- Mozzarella sticks
- Macaroni and cheese
- Baked ziti/bread stick at the airport
And that pretty much sums it up! But let me tell you, I never got sick of my Pop Century breakfasts and dinners. "Cheap" food for the "poor" guests is just my style!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Its my birthday, Its my birthday, Its not your birthday, Its MY birthday!
Phew - what a pleasant relief from last year's mental breakdown, right?? I had to tease my mommy this morning. She hasn't seen me on my birthday since 2006. In 2007, I hightailed it to Phoenix to celebrate with Mike, Clark, Sara, Jason and Bob. It was a blast! In 2008, she was home sick, and I was at work .... well, to put it mildly, flipping out!
It is now 2009. I am 31 years old. I've passed by that horrible milestone of 30 and am just settling into this strange decade of numbers. My mom is home sick. I've been home sick. I think I make my mother sick! Okay, maybe not.
Nobody in my department has said Happy Birthday to me today other than Kori. I think I must have scared them all enough last year that they are just pretending today is just like any other day. My card was sitting on my desk with everyone's signatures - but there were no messages inside like normal. Just signatures. I'm pretty sure right now they are all terrified of me. Scared of getting the Swine Flu and scared to see a repeat of me sobbing and leaving the building like I did last year. I can't help it, but I am totally amused by this and laughing to myself. I'm scary?!?!? Ha! Awesome!! I'm like a harmless little Crablike Spiny Orb Weaver (are they harmless? I'm going to google it!), just sitting in my corner looking unique - but not scary.
Let's switch now, to the Crablike Spiny Orb Weaver. Oh good - it doesn't appear to be harmful. They are found in the southern part of the United States, with many in Florida's citrus groves. They have a rather short life cycle - so in that way I am NOT like this little spider. But some are white - like me, with red and black - just like me! (Who would have ever thought I'd compare myself to a spider?? Well, I do have long arms like one.) Anyway .....
It's my birthday! Yay!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see......
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see......
......See that you missed one heck of an amazing Bohemian Rhapsody performance!
The day was October 25, 2009. The setting was a Walt Disney World resort transportation bus going from Disney's Hollywood Studios to Disney's Pop Century Resort. Two girls by the name of Jessica and R**** were sadly nearing the end of a fabulous Florida vacation. They had been going non-stop for days, and would soon be waking up to head to the airport and go home. Perhaps the lack of sleep and all the fun culminating to this one point helped them release their inhibitions even more so.
The bus lights dimmed as it started to pull away from Stop #8, and the music began to play. The faint noise of Queen's classic song that our generation learned while watching Wayne's World back in 1992. It is virtually impossible to NOT sing along to Bohemian Rhapsody, so Jessica and R**** didn't fight it. They gave in, and gave the performance of a lifetime - or at least of a vacation.
Not missing a word, not missing a chance for dramatic hand movements or air guitar and headbanging, the little girls from Oregon entertained an entire standing room only bus full of Disney World tourists! As the ride got longer, the song more involved, the girls got louder and louder. I dare say the man next to Jessica even began to sing along near the end! The children across from the girls looked on in horror, while their mother tried to muffle a case of the giggles.
It was Disney magic at its best! Adults forgetting about everything, not worrying about looking stupid, just singing and ending their vacation in a completely amusing, show-stopping way. If you can't lose yourself and have fun in Disney World - even if just on a bus - where can you?