tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88753558708012167002024-03-03T19:05:29.071-05:00Always running behindJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-6357351971958246872014-07-28T11:08:00.002-04:002014-07-28T11:08:49.720-04:00Men don't need to learn that curves are sexy...Ok everyone- I'm getting up on my soapbox for a little bit.<br />
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I overheard part of a conversation the other day at the gym between two women. One woman said to the other that society and women would be better off if we (which I'm assuming meant women in general) could convince men that curves on women are sexy.<br />
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Now I thought about this for a little bit, and I've decided I need to call BS on this statement.<br />
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Men don't need to learn that curves are sexy- they already know it! I bet if you ask a guy if he would rather look at a jeans that fall straight down with a flat or butt or jeans that are nicely filled out with some junk in the trunk, he would take the second option. Does he want to see shoulder blades sticking out and sharp edges, or toned, fit arms- again, guessing the second. Most men prefer curves to angles!<br />
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So women- the problem is with us (and yes, I include myself in this).<br />
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For whatever reason, women have this issue where they are constantly comparing themselves to, and competing against, other women. (Now this is a whole other issue that I could rant and rant on, but that's for a later post.) When we see another woman, whether it's in person, or a magazine, or whatever, we don't look at her and appreciate and her for herself. We look at her and compare ourselves to her. Is she skinnier than I am? Does she have a smaller butt? Are her boobs bigger than mine? Do I wear a smaller size clothes than she does?<br />
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We force this ideal of skinny beauty on each other- many woman don't work out to become more fit or to make their body the best they can be. They work out so they can get skinnier and fit in a smaller jean size and have a tiny ass. Take the whole "thigh gap" issue as an example. A woman will see another woman who has a thigh gap and think "Man, she is so skinny… look at her legs and thighs and butt… I wish I could look like that." A man will look at woman with a thigh gap and never even notice the gap. In fact, I'm willing to bet most men find the whole thigh gap thing unattractive.<br />
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Yet, we then complain that men need to learn to love curves. Nope- WE need to learn to love our own curves. So women- stop blaming men and complaining that they don't like curves. They aren't the problem… We are. We need to appreciate what we have- I mean, I personally have almost no boobs, some definite junk in the trunk, and legs that could be the textbook definition of 'cankles'. But, I know that I can ROCK a pair of jeans like nobody's business… I couldn't do that with a flat ass…<br />
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I'm not saying that we as women can't strive to be better and improve ourselves- but we need to stop looking at each and judging ourselves and perpetuating this false idea that men have issues with curves.<br />
Men love curves- and we need to learn to love them on ourselves too!<br />
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<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-32810068342768288802013-10-27T10:05:00.000-04:002013-10-28T11:59:06.611-04:00My experience with Disney's DAS cardDisney recently changed its policy regarding disabled guests and how they could access rides (for the official policy from Disney, see <a href="http://disneyparks.disney.go.com/blog/disney-parks-disability-access-service-card-fact-sheet/" target="_blank">here</a>). We just got back from a trip to WDW with my parents where I experienced these changes first hand. And let me say, I am NOT impressed. The changes do not help those who need it- in fact, the policy is confusing and not handled well.<br />
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This was my parent's fourth trip to WDW with us, and for her previous three trips, she had a GAC (Guest Access Card) that allowed her to enter an attraction through an alternate entrance- usually the fastpass line. My mom has arthritis in her back, hips, left knee, and feet. She had a total right knee replacement in February of 2012. Thanks to her knee replacement, she is now able to walk without pain- although she is quite slow. However, she can't do stairs (she doesn't trust the strength of her knee on stairs), and she is unable to stand in lines well.<br />
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On our first day at WDW, we went to Hollywood Studios. We stopped at Guest Relations with her GAC from a previous trip, and explained her limitations to them. They told her she didn't qualify for a DAS (Disability Access Service) card because she could use a courtesy wheelchair (that is supposed to available at every attraction) in the queues. I explained again that she was unable to do stairs, and how would a wheelchair help her in queues with stairs? I was told again that she could use a wheelchair that was available at the attraction. I felt that the Cast Member at Guest Relations wasn't truly listening to what I was saying, but simply repeating the stock line of "use the courtesy wheelchair." Maybe it's because I'm a blonde, but I don't understand how I am suppose to push my mom up and down stairs in a wheelchair. So, we left Guest Relations and just went into the park.<br />
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We had FastPasses for Toy Story Mania, so we decided to just talk to the Cast Members at the attraction and tell them her limitation. We explained to the first Cast Member who looked at our FastPasses, and they said to simply tell the next Cast Member. We then told the Cast Member who took our FastPasses, and without delay, they sent us up the ramp to the handicap loading area. They were all very nice and polite about the situation.<br />
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The next day, we went to the Magic Kingdom, and knowing that two of my mom's favorite rides have stairs (Tomorrowland Speedway and Splash Mountain), we asked again at Guest Relations about a DAS card. For the second day in a row, I was told to put her in a wheelchair for stairs. Again, I tried to explain that I didn't see how that would work, and was told to use a wheelchair. By this point, I was getting rather frustrated that Guest Relations wasn't listening and was simply saying the same thing over and over. So once again, we figured we would just see how it went at the rides.<br />
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The first ride she did was Splash Mountain. The Cast Member at the entrance was great. He escorted her and Matthew (the only ones riding) to a second Cast Member, who took them through the exit and onto the ride. They both said the experience was a very good one. Later in the ay, we went to Tomorrowland Speedway. Now, she not only can't do stairs, but she also needs extra time getting in and out of the car. We explained this to the Cast Member at the entrance to the attraction, and the first thing he asked us was "Does she have a DAS pass for that? She should have one." I explained to him that she had been denied one, and he looked at me like I had three heads. But, he immediately took her in through the alternate entrance and was extremely polite and nice. He explained that she would enter and exit this way, and that she could have as much time as she needed getting in and out of the car. I thought it was very interesting that the Cast Members at the rides were expecting at DAS card while we had been told repeatedly that she didn't need one.<br />
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Our fourth day we went to Animal Kingdom, and mom was still proud of the fact that she was walking around, but she was definitely getting slower and the crazy hot and humid days were starting to take their toll on her. We obtained FastPasses for the Safari (again, doing what Disney suggested to minimize her time in lines) and went to the line at our return time. For whatever reason, the FastPass return line was over 30 minutes and not moving. Mom knew at this point that standing in one place wasn't going to happen at this point and had finally ok'd sitting in a wheelchair. There was a Cast Member walking through the line telling us it would be a few minutes before the line started moving. We told her that my mom couldn't stand in one place for long and the Cast Member told us "The line will start moving again before too much longer." Well, that's great, but for the time being, my mom was still standing and definitely wilting. Again, we told the Cast Member "She can't stand for long- is there anything that can be done for her?" The Cast Member repeated her statement that "The line will move soon." It's my understanding- based on what I had been told repeatedly at Guest Relations- that she should have been offered a courtesy wheelchair. This didn't happen.<br />
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All in all, I ended up going to Guest Relations five times over seven days in the parks. Every time, I walked out more and more frustrated. I felt that I was NOT being listened to. In fact, two of the times I went with complaints about how we were treated by Cast Members, nothing was written down. Guest Relations simply said "Sorry, that shouldn't have happened" and sent us on our way. There seems to be a huge disconnect with what guests are being told at Guest Relations and what is actually happening at the rides. The new DAS system is NOT helping those who need help. Yes, I agree that Disney needed to do something about the abuse that was happening with the GAC, but this new system is not the answer. It is penalizing people who actually need help, and guests are not being listened to. I came away completely frustrated and upset over this- not the way you want to feel after a Disney vacation.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-83279319618161406782013-09-26T08:51:00.000-04:002013-09-26T08:51:29.048-04:00Racing and Thor... It's a RUSH!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you know me, you know how much I love everything about the movie poster above. Racing- yes please... Chris Hemsworth (aka Thor)- YES PLEASE (along with a rag to wipe up my drool). So when I first saw the trailer for the Ron Howard F1 racing movie Rush, I knew I had to go see it. It has racing, Chris Hemsworth in a firesuit, and Chris Hemsworth out of a firesuit.<br />
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Thanks to some tweets I posted about the movie, I was offered a chance to go an advanced screening of the movie (ps- the official movie Twitter handle is @<a href="https://twitter.com/rushthemovie" target="_blank">rushthemovie</a>. Follow them for good stuff). Of course I jumped at the opportunity to go see it.<br />
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Now don't worry- I'm not going to post any spoilers about the movie. I went into the movie knowing it was based on a true story, but I didn't know much more than that. I purposely didn't want to know more- I wanted to experience the movie. The movie depicts the 1976 F1 Championship battle between Niki Lauda and James Hurt, as well as background into the two racers leading up to that point.<br />
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You can tell that Ron Howard is really a racing fan. His direction of the movie is really amazing. I loved how the movie didn't romanticize the sport. The drivers were as human as you and I- we got to see their flaws and weaknesses, as well as what drives them.<br />
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The acting in this movie- HOLY COW!!!! As I said before, Chris Hemsworth is my Hollywood eye candy crush- and yes, he looks fabulous in this movie- but he really truly became James Hunt. There were moments where you loved him, and moments where he was a total a$$hole. He showed depth that you don't get see with him in some of his other roles- he was the perfect actor for this role and this role was perfect for him. The actor that played Niki Lauda also did an awesome job. At times, it didn't feel like they were acting, they were truly Niki and James. (Now I will add I wasn't a fan of Olivia Wilde in this movie- I thought for the most part she was very blah. The scene of her and James Hunt in the restaurant in NYC was the only time she showed some true emotion).<br />
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So should you go see Rush? Yes, yes, and YES! It does help if you are a racing fan, but I think even non-racing fans will enjoy it. There is more to the movie than cars going around in circles (well, around circuits since it is F1 after all). The acting and the story line add up to make a very enjoyable two hours.<br />
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PS- These two beauties sitting outside the theater courtesy of McLaren (their reason for involvement became clear to me during the movie) helped set the tone walking in... If only I could have taken one home- or even for a spin :)<br />
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<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-25803127637205209872013-09-12T09:06:00.001-04:002013-09-12T09:06:57.047-04:00A letter to NASCAR from the fansDear NASCAR-<br />
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I'm going to make this real simple... GET YOUR CRAP TOGETHER!!!!<br />
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I'm not talking about the governing body of Nascar- I'm talking to the drivers, crew chiefs, spotters, team GMs, and owners. You are the ones that have given the sport a major black eye in the last week, and the fans aren't happy.<br />
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NASCAR fans are some of the most passionate sports fans anywhere. We stand behind our drivers when they run well, and when they don't. Yes, we want our driver to make the Chase, but we want them to do it because they drove the wheels off the car week after week and deserve to be in it. We love the passion the drivers themselves often have for the sport. We want to see racing and drivers going all out. We want to see the helmet throws, drivers giving each other the bird, words on pit road after a race, bumping, banging, rubbing... That's what racing is. Racing is NOT back-room deals, slowing down on the track on purpose, intentional spins and cautions, fake pit stops... That crap is cheating and it has no place in the sport we love.<br />
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Y'all may think the fans are nothing but loud rednecks who drink and cuss too much... And yes, that may be who many of us are. But you have overlooked one thing- we aren't stupid. We have longer memories than many of the drivers. You piss us off once, we stay pissed off for a long time. We will put up with a lot of stuff, but messing with the integrity of our sport crosses that line. You talk about how important the fans are to NASCAR, but then you go and pull stunts like you pulled at Richmond and you basically are telling us that you don't give a damn about us. Be careful, because if you push us too far, you will push us away.<br />
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So right now, you are on thin ice. Us fans are waiting to see what happens. We want to see some amazing racing this weekend at Chicago. We want those drivers to go out and drive like they are pissed off- and many of them are right now. The last thing we want to hear about is more fishy team communications and team orders, or anything that hurts our sport. Because yes, this is OUR sport too- and you would do well to remember that...<br />
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Sincerely-<br />
NASCAR fans everywhereJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-72135051824697221122013-08-15T09:42:00.001-04:002013-08-15T09:44:03.673-04:00Yes, I am addicted to DisneyHi. My name is Jennifer and I'm addicted to Disney.<br />
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There- I said it. I mean, we all know it's true, but now I've admitted it out loud.<br />
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So what exactly does being addicted to Disney mean? It's simple, Disney is my drug. I have to have it. Seeing the Castle as you walk down Main Street. Walking in and seeing SpaceShip Earth.<br />
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Driving under the arch. These are all like hits of a drug to me. They make me smile. They make me happy.<br />
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If I go too long between Disney trips, I almost start to twitch. I get cranky. I need my happy place. I need my Disney. I need my drug.</div>
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If there is a Disney show on TV, even if it's 10 years old, I feel compelled to watch it. I don't care that I've seen it 25 times and recite almost every line- I will watch it again. And I will point out everything that has changed in that time. Because that's what Disney addicts do.<br />
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Now my Disney addiction isn't just because I like to see the various sites at Disney. There are so many strong memories tied to everything at Disney. Hours spent at La Cava del Tequila... Rock 'N Roller Coaster... Soarin'... Flying Fish... Each one of these is an awesome experience by itself, but add in cherished memories with friends and family, and they become even more special.<br />
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I no longer go to Disney just to experience the rides and attractions. I go to experience Disney itself and everything that means to me. This is how I know I am addicted to Disney.<br />
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<span id="goog_261160820"></span><span id="goog_261160821"></span>(and no... I don't want help quitting my addiction!)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-59590846999175736732013-08-07T09:41:00.000-04:002013-08-07T09:41:42.433-04:00The awesome and the awful- interacting with NASCAR driversThis past weekend we attended three days of racing at <a href="http://www.poconoraceway.com/" target="_blank">Pocono Raceway</a> for the GoBowling.com 400. Thanks to the people at the track, we had some amazing opportunities that gave us the chance to interact with many of the drivers.<br />
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(OK- quick side note here... If you are NASCAR fan and don't follow Pocono Raceway on Twitter, what is wrong with you??? They do lots of awesome giveaways and have what I think of as the best social media team in NASCAR. Follow them <a href="https://twitter.com/poconoraceway" target="_blank">here</a>!!!)<br />
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Friday morning, Matthew and I ended up by the Media Center as some drivers were going in and out for media questions. The first driver we saw was Ryan Newman. I hate to say it (actually, no I don't), but Newman was a jerk. As he got off his golf cart, he started signing autographs for fans. Matthew was standing there waiting his turn patiently hoping Newman would sign his hero card. Ryan Newman looked right at him, saw he was holding the card, and turned and walked away to another group to sign more autographs. Yes, Matthew was wearing his Kyle Busch hat, but still... He's a kid and a fan. That was a crappy move in my book. Matthew came back over to where I was standing by the rails and the nice guy next to us who had also seen what happened, called out to Newman's PR guy and pointed out Matthew and said he wanted an autograph. (I also took off his Kyle hat at this point too...) The PR guy did make sure Newman signed Matthew's card, but I was shocked it had to come to that.<br />
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The next driver that came out was Jeff Burton. He signed for all the fans that were there waiting. When he got to Matthew, he not only signed the card, but he took the time to ask Matthew his name and chat with him for a few minutes. Jeff Burton is a total class act, through and through.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Jeff Burton signing Matthew's card</span></div>
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Then, much to the excitement of pretty much everyone, Jimmie Johnson came up on a golf cart to go into the Media Center. He didn't sign anything or even walk over by the fans on his way in, but he did say he would be back. Now, if you know me, you know I am NOT a JJ fan, but Matthew has decided he's his second favorite driver... So we waited. When he came back out, it was like a magnet attracting iron fillings- he had an instantaneous crowd of autograph seekers around him. Matthew was one of the kids right up in front by JJ while I stayed out of the mess of people. Jimmie made sure all the kids in the front got autographs before he moved on to the adults. You still won't find me rooting for JJ on Sunday, but I will admit that he is a nice guy and did right by all the kids there.<br />
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On Sunday, we were in position to have every single driver- yep, all 43 of them- walk by us on their way to driver introductions. The first driver that came through was Dale Jr. Apparently he was going through for a special presentation. On his way to the stage, he didn't sign any autographs. On his way back, he only signed one- a serviceman (National Guard, I think) had his uniform hat for him to sign. Jr stopped and signed that hat. The serviceman was ecstatic beyond belief after that. That was a nice move by Jr.<br />
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The drivers started coming through for their intros. The first few drivers just walked straight through and didn't stop, but none of them were rude or anything. Then more of the "bigger name" drivers started coming through and were standing around talking waiting for their name. The first one was Danica. One of the fans (they were only about 20 of us total waiting there) asked her for an autograph and she said "No." She then proceeded to turn her back to the fans and talk to other drivers, completely ignoring the fans.<br />
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This is why I don't like Danica... That was rude and uncalled for- she had no reason not to take the time to sign a few autographs. She isn't better than anyone else, despite what she thinks.<br />
I'm ok with drivers not signing if they didn't have the time or had their kids with them, but she was just a bitch.<br />
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A few drivers came through with their kids, such as David Reutimann and Marcos Ambrose. They didn't stop and sign anything, which is understandable. Matt Kenseth was waiting about 5 minutes before his name was called, but he had his young daughter with him, and stayed over by a wall and kept to himself. Again, very understandable.<br />
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Matthew saw some drivers he wanted to get an autograph from, but didn't really have anything for them to sign. So he decided he would ask them to sign his shirt. Every driver he asked agreed to sign his shirt. The first driver he asked was Bobby Labonte.<br />
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He asked Clint Bowyer, who looked at him like he was crazy and said "Your shirt?", but then signed away.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Clint Bowyer signing the shirt</span></div>
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He also got autographs from Kevin Harvick, AJ Allmendinger, Travis Kvapil, Mark Martin, and Dale Jr (who did take the time to sign for more fans when he came through a second time).<br />
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Now, Matthew's favorite driver is Kyle Busch. All I heard for three days was how he had hoped to Kyle's autograph. Kyle came up for his intros and Matthew started immediately asking him if he would sign his shirt. What happened next is classic Kyle Busch. He stopped, put on his sunglasses (keep in mind, we were INSIDE!!!), and found a place on the sleeve of the shirt not close to where anyone else signed.<br />
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But- he signed the shirt. Matthew was sooooo excited he couldn't stop bouncing. I'm not a Kyle Busch fan on the track, but that was definitely a nice move by him.<br />
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Overall, NASCAR has some of the best drivers who really understand, more than any other sport, fans are the reason they are here and that fans are such an important part of the sport.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-46867328535923205132013-06-17T10:00:00.002-04:002013-06-17T10:01:09.505-04:00I'm not a perfect parentTime to talk about parenting for a minute. I've noticed the last few months an increase in what I call "perfect parenting." You know what I mean... Those parents whose children are always doing something cute and wonderful, never do anything wrong, and those parents that are just the best in the world and never make any mistakes with their kids. I actually saw someone post on social media "I'm thankful I've never made any mistakes with my child." All this got me thinking (which we all know is very dangerous).<br />
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I adore my son. He is the center of my world. He is bright, funny, sarcastic (shocking, I know), and has a heart of gold. He has taken up my hobby of cussing like a sailor. His current favorite phrase is "Who pissed in his Cheerios?" He is a typical 9 year old. But there are times I am willing to sell him to highest bidder... Ok- let's be honest- I'd sell him for a case of beer.<br />
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I am so not a perfect parent. I readily admit I have made many, MANY mistakes with my son. I have even apologized to him several times for for things I have done. I often joke that he doesn't have a college fund, he has a future therapy fund. When I post something on social media about my son or my parenting, I think it's safe to say no one could ever accuse me of trying to present my parenting skills in a perfect light.<br />
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I parent the same way as I appear on social media. I cuss in front of my son; I am sarcastic; I enjoy life. I also treat him with respect and teach him to do so to others.<br />
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I get that parenting is hard- I mean it's REALLY dang hard. I fully believe that we as parents need to be there and support each other. Let each other know that it's ok to have a really rough day where you want to just go in a corner, curl up in the fetal position, and rock. Enough of this pressure we put on each other to be perfect- its crap and we know it. And if you don't want to be my friend because I'm not a perfect parent, it's probably for the best- we really wouldn't get along anyway...<br />
<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-27261873897519817032013-06-03T11:00:00.001-04:002013-06-03T11:00:24.499-04:00Yes, they raised the prices...It was announced on Friday that Disney would be raising the costs of tickets at Walt Disney World effective yesterday. These increases were across the board, and include Annual Passes and the Premier Passes. Since the announcement, there has been LOTS of discussion about how people feel about the price increase. Well, here is my two cents on the topic- and please realize this is simple MY opinion on the topic.<br />
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I am amazed at people who appear to be shocked by the fact that Disney increased ticket prices. I don't understand this. Every year, if not twice a year, Disney raises their ticket prices. Yes, the increases are more than the cost of inflation increases, but come on- this doesn't shock you does it? If you really expect Disney to keep the cost of tickets the same every year, then I want to live in whatever Fantasyland you live in.<br />
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Disney is a business. The purpose of a business is to make money. Yes Disney also talks about dreams and memories and magic, but they do this to encourage you to visit and spend your money. The marketing team at Disney is one of the best in the world. They come up with taglines and jingles and promotions that make you want to visit The Happiest Place on Earth over and over and over. And let's be honest, people are going to keep doing that no matter how much Disney charges for a ticket.<br />
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Disney is also trying to keep up with places like Universal, and also their own overseas parks. This requires money. And I know, Disney probably has plenty of money to accomplish all of this without raising ticket prices, but they have to answer to stock holders who want to see a profit being turned and increased year after year.<br />
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Does this mean I like that Disney raises ticket prices? Not at all... But it isn't going to change the fact that I have an Annual Pass, and will be renewing my AP in August when it expires. I won't be renewing as a Premium Annual Pass, but that's due more to the fact that they have cut back the benefits with that pass. I also hate the fact that they charge as much for a child AP as they do an adult AP, but again, it's not going to stop me from going. <br />
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For the first time, Disney separated out the cost of a ticket to Magic Kingdom, making it more expensive than a day at the other three parks. I think this stinks, but it makes sense. They have been pushing experiencing New Fantasyland and Storybook Circus- every ad or commercial makes sure to mention these new areas. But I think it's simpler than that- my thought is when most people go to WDW for a single day, they will head to the Magic Kingdom. It's what people think of when they think of Disney World- I mean, how many times have you heard someone refer to the Magic Kingdom as Disney World? It's like fingernails on a chalkboard for me, but that's a huge perception out there.<br />
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In fact, because of my AP, I end up going to Disney more often, even from Pennsylvania, than I would without it. Over the course of several years, the way my family and I visit Disney has changed, but that's a whole different topic. I love Disney and what it means to me. Yes, it's a business, but it's also a place that is near and dear to my heart. Disney has turned their business into transporting you to a different place when you are there. And can you really say that an additional $35 a year is going to stop you from going to your happy place? I can't... I'll gladly give Disney my money- year after year.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-58518962523630170732013-06-01T10:39:00.003-04:002013-06-01T10:39:32.700-04:00Let's talk bras...I was perusing the web this morning, when I came across an <a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/xx_factor/2013/05/31/jockey_to_debut_55_new_bra_sizes_one_of_them_has_to_fit_right.html" target="_blank">article</a> about how Jockey (yes, the underwear/bra people) were attempting to redefine how bras are sized. As I continued to <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/05/31/business/a-new-step-in-wrestling-with-the-bra.html?hp&_r=1&" target="_blank">read</a>, it should surprise no one that I formed some opinions on this topic.<br />
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First, anyone who knows me, is aware that I'm not shy when talking about my lack assets. Let's be honest, when the boob fairy was sprinkling her growth dust around, she forgot about me. And I'm ok with that- I like being the size I am... But that's whole different topic!<br />
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Back to the bras... I agree that finding and sizing bras are a nightmare. I recently took a trip to Victoria's Secret and decided to do it right. I let them measure me and tell me what size they thought I should be. Well guess what, even the trained staff there got it wrong. Oh sure, I tried on the size they said I said be... But it was wrong. The band was too tight and the cups were too big. So we tried several more bras until we found one that fit. In my size, the options are limited, but I did manage to find several very nice, pretty bras that I'm very happy with.<br />
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Now, I know I can't speak for the more well-endowed gals out there, but I think they would say the same thing. It takes some time and patience, but you can eventually find a bra (or two or three) that works well for you.<br />
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So this whole Jockey thing raises several questions for me. First, how do I know that the way the plastic cups fit at home are going to be the way the bra fits me? And how do I know that the band will fit right? And yes, $60 for a bra is a lot of money, but honestly, some of nicer bras at VS run in the upper $50 range, so that's not outrageous. But do I want to spend $60 on a boring beige, black, or white bra that I can only order online and have to fit myself and so on? And your bra size isn't just a size- it's more like a combination to a safe... 9-36 or 10-40, or 2-34. It just seems like a lot of work and hassle for something that doesn't have a lot of upside.<br />
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Yes, the bra sizing system isn't perfect, but when you are dealing with a world full of women and none of them built the same way, what do you expect? Several manufacturers have made smaller cups with sizing like "Nearly A" "Nearly B", and so on. And I'm sure that there are other options out there for women who need larger cups. So all in all, to me, it seems like Jockey is trying to fix something that really can't be fixed and making it overly complicated. I think I'll stick with my canonical brassiere size and trying bras on until I find one that works for me...<br />
<br />Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-42995929516293197722013-05-28T15:08:00.002-04:002013-05-28T15:10:50.544-04:00Enough of a break... I'm back!Well, as you can tell, it's been a while since I last blogged. Over a year... Over 19 months... But who's counting.<br />
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Why did I stop blogging? I'm not exactly sure. I guess my heart just wasn't into it. I didn't know what direction I wanted to take my blog. I've created dozens of possible blog posts in my head in the last few months- and that's when I knew I was ready to come back.<br />
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It's been a busy 19 months. My son finished 2nd grade and is almost done with 3rd grade (I still refuse to believe he is really growing up). I have taken numerous Disney vacations, including another trip on the Disney Dream. I've also continued my hobbies of cooking and enjoying NASCAR. And I'm so glad to see spring/summer finally arrive- this winter I slipped on ice and broke my wrist and spent 3 months with surgery and physical therapy.<br />
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So, all this amounts to one thing- I'M BACK! I've given the blog a little bit of a new look and committed myself to blogging again. I may not have anything worthwhile to say, but I'll come here and say it anyway.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-20638058122414064242011-10-06T09:54:00.002-04:002011-10-06T10:07:16.288-04:00Something people forgetI'm sure that by writing this post, I'm going to make a few people mad. They are going to take it personally or whatever. But, really, in my world, what's new? <div><br /></div><div>I've done a lot of thinking lately about groups and cliques and such. It seems to me that in every group, there is one person who is "the resident bitch". You know who I mean- the one that every loves to roll their eyes at, the one that speaks their mind a little too much, the one that doesn't always play well with others... Well, it dawned on me recently that I am the resident bitch.</div><div><br /></div><div>I freely admit I don't play with others. Maybe it was because I was an only child and didn't have to. I don't like to put up with other people's drama and antics. I have enough going on in my own life- I don't need that. I speak my mind- call it snarky, sarcastic, bitchy, whatever. I say what I think even when there are times I shouldn't. I don't kiss ass well... never have and probably never will.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yes, I am the resident bitch. I guess I should embrace it.</div><div><br /></div><div>But people forget something. Everyone has feelings. Even people like me. And those feelings can get hurt. I try not to let it show- it's just not how I am. But it happens. All the mean things that are whispered behind my back... Yea, I know about them. The little snide comments that are made- my name my not be specifically mentioned, but I know they are about me. When I am ignored and left behind, I notice. </div><div><br /></div><div>But am I going to say anything to you? No... Because that would just further cement the fact that I am that bitch. And I guess in some ways, not saying anything also makes a bitch. People think it's because I don't care or I'm snotty or whatever. I admit, sometimes that true. But sometimes, it's because it hurts. Will I ever let you know this? No, probably not... but that doesn't make it hurt less.</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-7204202374090749172011-09-07T12:39:00.003-04:002011-09-07T12:46:36.674-04:00Will I or Won't I???It's that time of year again- the application process for the Disney Mom's Panel is about to begin. I have applied the last several years, and last year's experience left me with a bit of a sour taste in my mouth (see my post <a href="http://alwaysrunningbehind.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-second-round-now-what.html">here</a>).<div><br /></div><div>I have tried to avoid a lot of conversation or information about the process this year. But I'll be honest, there is a part of me that wonders about applying again. There is also a part of me that says I don't need the stress and the hassle of the process- I have enough going on in life right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>The question is- will I or won't I apply? I don't know... Well, actually, that's not true. I think I do know what my answer is to that question. But it's MY answer and MY decision. I am the one that needs to be happy with what I decide. I will not be sharing my decision with anyone. If I do decide to apply, I don't want to hear people say how I shouldn't make because I cuss, drink, or anything else that's un-Disneylike. And if I decide not to apply, I don't want to hear people say I should apply because I go so often and I have quite a bit of Disney knowledge.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will share this- I know many people who would make a fabulous addition to the Mom's Panel. I sincerely hope that Disney has the smarts to pick them.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-39705627085806540662011-08-16T13:22:00.006-04:002011-08-16T18:31:39.858-04:00My adventures with American Airlines<div>Pardon the length of this post, but I think this whole story needs to be told.</div><div>
<br /></div>This last week, I had one of the worst travel experiences I have ever had. I flew on American Airlines from Philadelphia to Tucson through Dallas/Fort-Worth on August 9, and then returned home via the same route on August 15. There was not just one issue- there were many, many issues on these flights. It is doubtful I will ever fly American again.<div>
<br /></div><div>I was excited about the flight out- Matthew (my seven year old son) and I were scheduled to leave Philly at 6:30 in the morning on flight 2017. Yes, that's a really early time, but I'm a morning person and it wasn't that bad to me. Plus, we had a quick connection in Dallas and would get into Tucson at 9:50 in the morning. That gave us basically the whole extra day for us to visit with my parents. We were suppose to start boarding the plane at 6:00 am. There were quite a few people waiting at the gate, but yet, no gate agents. So we waited. And waited... And waited.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Finally, a gate agent showed up and started the boarding process at 6:20 am. I'm sorry, but there is no way you are going to board a full plane and be ready for take-off in 10 minutes. Sure enough, it took about 20 minutes for everyone to board the plane. After everyone got on the plane, the flight attendant discovered one seat (which had no one in it, by the way) had a broken headrest. At this point, maintenance was called. It took 20 minutes for the maintenance worker to arrive and put a "Do Not Use" sign on the seat. So it is now 7:00 am- 30 minutes after we were suppose to take off. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>We had 45 minutes in Dallas to make our connecting flight to Tucson. At this point, I was hoping that the pilot would be able to make up some time in the air. I've flown quite a bit, and that isn't an uncommon occurrence. That hope was dashed pretty quickly when the pilot announced that due to bad weather we were going to be forced to fly south to Atlanta then over to Dallas. It would take longer than the scheduled 3 hours and we would be late arriving at DFW. He mentioned that there were many people on the plane with connections that would be tight or missed and that the flight attendants would help us rebook flights as needed. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>As the flight went on, we didn't hear any more about rebooking our flights. Across the aisle from me was a woman who was about 7 months pregnant and also was facing a tight connection in Dallas due to the delays in Philly. As the pilot announced we would be landing about 9:25, I asked the flight attendant what to do about my flight that was leaving at 9:40. She looked at me, and Matthew, and said "I suggest you run like hell." I was FLOORED. I couldn't believe that this is what I was told. The flight attendant then gave the same advice to the pregnant lady. I mean, really? This is acceptable customer service.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>When we landed Matthew and I ran our little hearts out, but we didn't make our flight. Neither did any of the other people on our plane that were trying to get to Tucson. All in all, there were about 20 of us that missed the plane by less than 5 minutes. There were 3 other flights to Tucson that afternoon- 12:45, 2:05. and 5:20. Matthew and I were put on the stand-by list (as numbers 6 and 7) for the 12:45 flight and booked tickets on the 5:20 flight. Um- hello... Our original flight was due to leave at 9:40. This was now an 8 hour delay in DFW. And why couldn't we be booked on the earlier flights- this wasn't OUR fault. This was all due to a late gate agent and a maintenance issue. I asked to speak with a supervisor and was told "This is Philadelphia's fault. We can't do anything." I also learned that there is no customer relations at DFW for American. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Well, Matthew and I killed time riding the Skylink and checking out all the different terminals. We went and waited for the 12:45 flight. They had overbooked the flight and were looking for volunteers to bump to the 5:20 flight. People who voluntarily took this bump got a $300 credit for their trouble. Um- excuse me... What about MY trouble? I went up to the desk and pointed out that I was being bumped from flight after flight due to American's problems, had NO choice in the matter, and was getting nothing in return. The gate agent looked at me and said "Yes, that's correct. That's how we do it" All that came of that conversation was Matthew and I got put on stand-by for the 2:05 flight as number 5 and 6. Well, we didn't make that flight either. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Finally, almost 8 hours after our original flight was scheduled, we were got on the 5:20pm flight to Tucson. What should have been a total of 7 hours travel time turned into a horrible 15 1/2 hour travel day. All I can say is thank goodness Matthew is an excellent traveler. Only once did he break down in tears. After we didn't make the 2:05 flight, he sat there and cried for a few minutes because all he wanted to do was see his grandma. That was truly my lowest point too. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Well, I figured that with a travel day like that, I was due for some good travel luck on the way home, right? Not- especially since I was traveling American. We were scheduled to leave Tucson at 1:40 and fly to DFW were we had 90 minutes to make our connection. Well, our plane to take us to DFW didn't show up until 1:50. We finally got boarded and took off at 2:20. 40 minutes late. I've learned that American is not capable of flights taking off less than 30 minutes late. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>We arrived at DFW, changed terminals, grabbed dinner and went to our new gate. So far so good. Hey- we even got on the plane on time. Our plane was scheduled to leave at 7:30pm and arrive in Philly at 11:40pm. I was so excited when we pushed back from the gate on time- I just wanted to get home! </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Well, we pushed back from the gate and sat on the tarmac. And sat. And then the air turned off. And we sat. And they turned the air back on. And we sat. And- well, you get the idea. Finally after about 20 minutes, the pilot came on the intercom and announced that we had a maintenance issue (SERIOUSLY!?!) and were being pushed back to the gate. Yep... So, we sat there for about 20 minutes getting quite toasty- they had hooked up the gate AC, but a big metal tube in Dallas in the summer with 200 people gets warm- when they announced it would be a while before they could fix the issue and we all needed to deplane. At 8:15 at night, we were now getting OFF the plane. I was ready to curl up in the corner and cry. Turns out the left ignition box wouldn't work so they had to change it out. This took over an hour. We were finally allowed back on the plane at 9:15 pm. Our plane finally took off about 9:40pm- over 2 hours late. There was not one word of apology from the pilot or any of the flight attendants. I will say the gate agents dealing with this delay were by far the BEST American employees I encountered on this trip. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I am so disgusted by how we were treated and the rude customer service we had from almost every American employee. No one seemed to care that American inconvenienced us. I never heard one word of apology. No one ever tried to make anything better. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Now, I have not yet contacted anyone at American about this issue. I don't know how, or even if, they are going to respond. I am going to do is send them an email with a link to this blog. They can decide to ignore me, in which case they will lose me forever as a customer. If American decides to do the right thing, or anything, I will put it here and update this for all to see. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I will simply say this to anyone who is looking to travel- please seriously think twice before you book on American. Let this story be a lesson to you.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>UPDATE: I posted this blog originally about 3 pm Eastern time. It's now 6:30 pm Eastern, and I have been contacted by American about the issue. The original tweet that went out about the blog caught their attention and they read the post. It was discussed internally, and then a resolution issued. I spoke with Steph from the customer relations team who offered an apology for the various issues that occurred. She understood that the major issues that I had were the bad customer service and the lack of information. They have made amends for problems. We will be flying American in the future (although hopefully not through Dallas- I am still tired of that airport).</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-9937601124053373162011-07-27T07:09:00.003-04:002011-07-27T07:26:11.153-04:00This birthday is gonna hurt<div style="text-align: left;">Lately the thought of my upcoming birthday has been on my mind. And for some reason, the thought of turning 36 (yes, I said my age- GASP!) really kind of bothers me.</div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbQRDr0NHL7jwQM3fLDkCh5RP_05IFSUMvDhUE7xZT3IkB4GawOqFETPFlBdI6exqV4dmoHApiaG33upAQHNAUOAbV4Pj2JKgus7UPt2QD2AIrIZgWDU51jG3RXx6ZBipaNeOfbTiUxo/s400/birthday-cake2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633991797613521186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I've never been bothered by my age before. I've never lied about it or anything to appear younger. And goodness know, I certainly don't act my age- that concept is way over-rated. So why is this one bothering me? I didn't care when I turned 21- except for being able to drink. 30 was no big deal. Heck, even 35 didn't matter. So why 36? It's such an odd age to be bothered by.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think it has to do with the fact that I am now closer to 40 than I am 30. Wow, writing that makes it seem even worse. But I get that these are all just numbers and really don't mean much. </div><div><br /></div><div>As I get older, I learn who I am more. I am more and more comfortable with being me- the good, the bad, and the ugly. When I looked at some pictures from our recent cruise, I noticed a few wrinkles around my eyes when I smiled. Eh- that's life. I know more about what I like and don't like. I've really thought about what I want out of life. I've learned that no one out there is perfect- and often it's those imperfections in people that make them the great person they are. I am more accepting of people than I was before. These are all great things that come with ~gulp~ getting older.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I look at it this way, I wonder why this birthday bothers me. I still don't know- but for whatever reason, this birthday is gonna hurt. Oh well... Maybe I'll just celebrate it with a couple of drinks like I'm 21 and won't care.</div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-84237194053226312702011-07-25T07:19:00.002-04:002011-07-25T07:46:24.146-04:00I lived without my phone!!!As most of you know, and if you don't know- where have you been?, I just got back from an amazing 10 day Disney vacation. We spent 5 days in the parks and then 5 days on the Disney Dream cruise ship. There will be blog posts about both of those later, have no fear.<div><br /></div><div>But this blog post is focusing on the fact I did something I didn't think I could do. I lived without my phone (and laptop) for 5 days. Yep- I had to turn my phone off and go cold turkey from all forms of social media. If you know me at all, you know I am just a little addicted (stop laughing!) to Twitter and other ways of communication with my friends. Now, I will admit I twitched. A lot. But, it helped that a good friend of mine (Jim) who is equally addicted was on the cruise with us- we suffered together.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, the ship did have phones that would work on the ship so you could stay in touch with family members around the ship. They would call and even text. There was just one problem... Jim and I couldn't work them. The phones are very similar to the 'non-smartphone' phones. Which I can't use anymore. I would attempt to text and ended up sending only one letter. Or I would try to text and would make a call instead. I gave up trying to use it and just accepted the fact that I had to go cold turkey.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>There were definitely times I wanted my phone. There were so many great things I wanted to be able to tweet or show people. Jim and I would look at each other and just comment how much it hurt not to be able to share whatever idiotic thing he had just done. In fact, we may or may not have pretended to hold our phone in our hands and type and few times. When we were lounging on Castaway Cay on Wednesday and the rest of the world was at work, I so wanted to be able to rub it in to everyone. But I couldn't.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>After 5 days, I admit, I didn't want the vacation to end, but I was ready to have my phone back. I know that I can live without and be unplugged for a while. However, I have no problem admitting that I don't like doing it. Yep- I am addicted... <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-62344192966986162952011-07-07T08:19:00.003-04:002011-07-07T08:30:51.376-04:00Let's talk tattoosAs I have said before, this is my blog and I can talk about what I want to. And today, I want to talk about tattoos.<div><br /></div><div>Yes, tattoos. I've had several friends lately who have gotten them. And I want one.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't want anything big or fancy or in a very obvious place. Just something small and tasteful.</div><div><br /></div><div>So what's stopping me? Well, there is a bit of a- hmmmm, how to put this- disagreement in my family about getting one. Yep, I've been told "No." Now, if you know me at all, you know that I don't deal well with being told no. In fact, it's like waving a red flag at a bull. However, I'm not sure that's the best thing to do in this situation.</div><div><br /></div><div>I mean, this isn't like buying a new pair shoes I really don't need or changing my hair color. This is something permanent (duh). </div><div><br /></div><div>So... I guess I will continue to want one... And who knows, maybe someday I'll surprise everyone and post a picture of my new tattoo.</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-20939922881515489402011-07-04T07:44:00.005-04:002011-07-04T08:03:32.489-04:0010 days and counting!<div style="text-align: left;">10 days from now we will be leaving for our combination Walt Disney World and Disney cruise vacation (on the Disney Dream). We will be going with some wonderful friends of ours and we are beyond excited.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLONjf_mMad9FbYbh_yeC2gEZu3WLKd3igyvdKi2UsebaKQdkTW6v9HzpY6MrSb29_qZVtBN7hVWFKBBMx6yqZFfqeWqA1nZ-T4sd5RD3kwCV3r3IwdBJURyRfBvzmlBNLwZ3_0_y89aQ/s400/IMG_2343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625462749261826226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Our vacation buddies!</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>So, I figured I would a "10-things I am looking forward" post. I know, this concept has been done to death by everyone, but I never claimed that I was original. </div><div><br /></div><div>1. Staying at the TreeHouse Villas. Our friends are DVC members and were lucky enough to snag a THV for our Disney World stay. I can't wait to see these!</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Lunch at Kona. I know Kona has good food, but that is not why this one makes the list. This one makes the list because there will around 18 of us at this lunch. This includes some wonderful friends that I have yet to meet in person. I'm pretty sure that by the end of lunch we will kicked out of Kona, but who cares!</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Taking Matty on the new Star Tours. He is so in love with Star Wars right now that he will go crazy for the new ride.</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Seeing the amazing Atlantis resort. Our excursion at Nassau is the Atlantis Aquaventure- we get to go play on the water slides and eat lunch at the Atlantis resort.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Hanging out in a cabana on Castway Cay. Need I say more?</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Food, food, and more food.</div><div><br /></div><div>7. Seeing the Magic, Memories, and You show at the Magic Kingdom. I admit, when I first heard about the show, I thought Disney was making a horrible mistake. But, I was wrong- this has quickly become one of my favorite things to see. And yes, it makes me cry- which considering I am NOT a crier says something.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZNPDG2RGUVIX9ths9pVhd-97TA4Tvqpzen0lXl5J7g_AUFr1_ZoBmxWQ9OL65SbalYo2P23onUy7txUvgRgdM1-gzfFFSJLDNgxeCZZlO6b_YyWFcSi5gLx52GjIWskdahSmh6aG93w/s400/MMY+castle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625464870087066050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div>8. Carrot cake cookie from the Writer's Stop. Yes, I am slightly addicted to them now.</div><div><br /></div><div>9. Eating breakfast on our verandah on the Dream. Someone bringing me coffee when I wake up and being able to just sit and enjoy it sounds like HEAVEN to me!</div><div><br /></div><div>10. Being able to just relax and soak in a Disney atmosphere for 10 days. I can't wait!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, some of you may notice I didn't say things like the AquaDuck, pools, oceans, etc. Believe me, I am looking forward to all of those, but wanted to add some different things to my list. And no, I haven't started packing yet. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-39721341783773128652011-07-02T07:54:00.002-04:002011-07-02T08:06:12.520-04:00Packing ProcrastinationWow- it hit me this morning that we leave for our 11 day Disney World and Disney Dream vacation in 12 days. Now, don't get me wrong, I have been counting down the days for weeks (ok, months). But it hit me this morning that 12 days is really not very long.<div><br /></div><div>For normal WDW vacations, it isn't unusual for me to have piles of clothes and other things on the guest room bed weeks ahead. Part of this is because I don't bother unpacking some things out of suitcases- for example, our ponchos live in the suitcases. My Disney backpack hangs out on the guest room bed and I am constantly putting things in there. There have been trips I have had everything ready to pack, or actually packed, two weeks before the trip.</div><div><br /></div><div>But this isn't a normal vacation. It's 5 days at WDW and then 5 days on the Dream. OK- the packing for WDW part is easy. I can do that in my sleep. And I know that I will have to break one of my cardinal rules of vacation and actually do laundry on this vacation (made easier since we are staying in the Tree House Villas). But it's the packing for the Dream that is giving me fits.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, I am now thinking that I have nothing to wear. And if you have seen my closet (or closets) you know that is not even close to being true. I am panicking about what to wear to the dinners... How many awesome pairs of shoes can I take... Do I have a dress that is dressy enough for our dinner at Remy... I hate my bathing suits- should I get a new one? All sorts of very difficult questions. And yes, I know, whatever I take or wear will be fine- but do you not get that is not the point? It has to be just perfect!</div><div><br /></div><div>So what do I? Nothing. I delay and procrastinate packing. I refuse think about it. And the more I do this, the closer it gets to the time we leave. And the closer it gets to the time we leave, the more I panic about it all. The more I panic, the more I don't want to think about it. And so the packing procrastination cycle continues. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is all normal, right?????</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-26546477375788773042011-06-25T17:40:00.002-04:002011-06-25T17:50:24.630-04:00Wha?? I don't understand...A few weeks ago, we booked a trip to WDW for August. However, there is a catch to this trip. We are going with my in-laws. Now, I'm not even going to start discussing this- they fall squarely in the category of people who "don't get Disney". It will be a very interesting trip.<div><br /></div><div>Today, Mike and I were discussing this upcoming trip and he said something to me that I just don't understand. He said that we really have to do some planning for this trip. HUH? You mean more than just planning what park on what day- and more importantly, where we are going eat? I don't get it. This is a Disney trip. I pride myself on NOT over planning these trips. I mean, I know we only have 5 days to show them OUR Disney, but plan????</div><div><br /></div><div>As I stared at Mike with a look of utter confusion, he said something else that I still don't understand. He said that he didn't think he was going to have his parents get Park Hopper tickets. HUH?!? You mean I am limited to only one park a day? If we are done at Animal Kingdom, we don't get to go to another park for the rest of the day? I... I... I don't understand. How do I do that? What about Extra Magic Hours at the Magic Kingdom... That only happens if we are AT the Magic Kingdom that day? How am I suppose to do this?</div><div><br /></div><div>I just don't get it... Planning? No hopping??? I need a beer...</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-81301172630135811002011-06-22T15:31:00.002-04:002011-06-22T15:44:19.867-04:00What does being a Disney fan mean?Every few months, this discussion seems to come up. It seems there are some people out there that think being a Disney fan means you a squeaky-clean always happy person. I've got news for those people- you're wrong!<div><br /></div><div>Take me for example- I am a HUGE Disney fan (I don't think anyone is really going to argue that point with me). But, I am far from squeaky-clean. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't talk about pixie dust and castles and happy endings all the time. As a matter of fact, I curse- a lot! I've been told I don't curse like a sailor... it's more that my language would make a sailor blush. Now, I don't curse (much) when kids are around just because I don't think it's appropriate. But I don't watch what comes out of my mouth and think "Is this Disney-like?"</div><div><br /></div><div>In my life, there are things that go wrong and make me frustrated. Life is not all pixie-dust and that's OK! I'm a real person and I'm allowed to have bad days. It doesn't make me any less of a Disney fan on those bad than I am on good days.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Disney community that I am proud to be a part of is made up of a variety of people- There is no stereo-type for Disney fans. Some are single adults, some are married with no kids, some are married with children, and some are older adults whose kids have grown up. We are all different but brought together by our love for Disney. </div><div><br /></div><div>And if someone out there doesn't like me for how I am, well, that's not very Disney-like of them! I mean, didn't Nemo have a gimpy fin? Wasn't Lightening McQueen in trouble with the law? Didn't Mr. Incredible lie to his family for months? </div><div><br /></div><div>Disney teaches about embracing differences and that you don't have to be perfect. And that's what being a Disney fan means to me.</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-56069180672943085902011-06-18T06:56:00.006-04:002011-06-18T07:37:21.801-04:00How social media helped out run a fireWell, this last week has been interesting, to say the least. Most of my on-line attention has been focused on the Monument Fire down by my parent's house in Southern Arizona. Being 2500 miles away makes it hard to get good information, but luckily, I found an AMAZING Facebook page that kept me in the loop. (And here a quick shout out to the administrators of the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Monument-fire-az/152424388163732">Monument Fire Az page</a>- they have done a great job keeping the page up to date and minimizing rumors). There was also a Twitter hashtag #monumentfire, but Twitter doesn't appear to be real big in the small town.<div><br /></div><div>My mom has refused to get on Facebook and watch this for herself. She has a Facebook account, but for whatever reason, refuses to use. She was getting emails from friends, but obviously it wasn't as quick and timely as what was occurring on Facebook.<br /><div><br /></div><div>On Thursday, I watched as the fire jumped a main highway and headed for several of my parent's friends homes. I was able to call my mom and let her know that her friends had been evacuated. I was also able to let them know which direction the fire was going and so forth.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Friday rolled around and it was much of the same. As I monitored the fire, it continued moving east, not north toward my parents. This was all good. Some of their friends were in a new pre-evacuation zone, but nothing had really changed. The fire was still concentrated (as much as a 19,000 acre fire can be concentrated) areas where the homes had lots of land- not subdivisions.</div><div><br /></div><div>About 5pm my time (which is about 2pm for my parents), I was on the phone with my mom and started seeing reports of a new fire that had started on Fort Huachuca. This fire was less than 2 miles from my parents- and it quickly became obvious that it was out of control and moving east straight toward my parent's subdivision. Because my mom was already wound tighter than a high-E string on a violin, I asked to talk to my dad. Well, at that moment he was coming back in from outside and commenting that there was a lot of smoke over to the west. So, I told them about the new fire and that I was waiting for more information.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, at this point, the Facebook page started to go crazy. The fire was moving quickly and even though the fire response team was jumping on it, dry grass and high winds meant the fire was growing. Within about 40 minutes of the fire starting, evacuations were starting about 1 mile from my parents house. These people had NO notice and only about 3 minutes to gather everything they wanted to take with them and get out. They were told "Get out. Get out now. We are not kidding. The fire is coming." At this point, my mom called me to say there were attempting to take donations to the fire station, but saw how bad the smoke was and decided to just stay home. I told her at this point where the evacuations were occurring and that they needed to go home and get their stuff together. </div><div><br /></div><div>I then heard from my mom about 15 minutes later as she called me and asked me if there was anything in particular I wanted them to save from the house. That is not something you ever really want to think about. She said they were loading the car up and getting ready. I couldn't think of anything, but told her to take her iPod and start walking around and videoing the house as documentation.</div><div><br /></div><div>I continued to watch the Facebook page and the evacuations were growing, as was the fire. The new evacuations included their area- they needed to get out NOW! This was about 6:15pm my time- about 75 minutes after the fire started. There was talk that air tankers were going to be diverted from the main fire to this new fire (called the Antelope Fire) to drop slurry to attempt to save the subdivisions. I called my parent's house and got no answer. So, I tried my mom's cell phone. It went immediately to voice mail. Ok- I started freaking a little bit about now.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remained GLUED to the Facebook page and saw many people saying that cell service in the area was overloaded and service was also bad due to the heavy smoke in the area. That helped me calm down a little. I also know my father and while he is easily one of the most stubborn people around, he wouldn't take any chance with my mom and their 2 dogs and cat. The Facebook page continued to be updated with new information with people talking about how they had no notice of the evacuation and had to leave everything behind. I was thankful that I knew my parents were able to get some of their things out.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally after about 30 minutes my mom called me. I could hear one pissed-off cat in the background. They were out and hanging at the city park with other evacuees. They were going to wait it out there for a while and had a friend's house to go to if needed. They knew nothing and had no way to get information- they were just winging it at this point. I told her I would keep watching online and would pass on information as needed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Facebook was updating frequently with information on the percent of the fire contained and other information- such as the gas company had shut off all gas to their area. I called her with information as I got it and I could hear her passing it on to everyone else with them. They had no other information coming in. Finally, about 8:20 my time, I saw on Twitter that a news channel had reported the evacuation was lifted. There was actually no way to verify this online (I had tried and was told the only reliable sources were calling the sheriff or police). I called and, sure enough, they could go back home. I called my mom in the park and let her know and she told everyone there. This was the first they had heard the news. Needless to say, there was quite a bit of cheering!</div><div><br /></div><div>So my parents headed home- and thankfully they had a home to go to. I hate to think how this would have gone without social media. I have no doubt that they would have gotten out of their home- but would they have had the time to be able to pack things or would they also have had those 3 small minutes (180 seconds) to pack up. And what would I have known from 2500 miles away? It's very possible I wouldn't have even know what was going on. And how would they have known that they could go home. I am so thankful for that Facebook page and how it was getting information out to everyone who needed it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also, I just wanted to thank everyone who passed along such wonderful words of support to me yesterday- it was a very rough evening and the support of all my friends meant so much to me!</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-75750540069927361532011-06-07T10:31:00.003-04:002011-06-07T10:54:34.576-04:00Things that make me happy!I am blantantly stealing this idea from my friend who just did a <a href="http://auroraboriealice.blogspot.com/">blog post</a> on 30 things that make her happy. I decided to make my own list of things that make me happy- in no particular order.<div><ol><li>Disney</li><li>Watching my son sleep</li><li>Ice cream</li><li>My friends</li><li>My #peas</li><li>The #beans- but don't tell the #beans though!</li><li>Potato dumplings- not eating them, just the thought of them</li><li>The first sip of a Starbucks coffee with foam</li><li>Getting into bed with fresh crisp sheets</li><li>The song "Wild at Heart" by Gloriana- Seriously, how can a song with the line "Put your hand into my back pocket, light me up like a bottle rocket" NOT make you happy???</li><li>Any song by the Black Eyed Peas- because it always makes me think of my friend who HATES any song by them</li><li>Those few seconds on Tower of Terror after your elevator is loaded into the tower, but before it begins going up and down</li><li>Text messages from friends</li><li>Riding the PeopleMover</li><li>Snuggly kittens</li><li>Pedicures</li><li>Snuggles with Matthew</li><li>Nascar date nite </li><li>Dancing</li><li>New shoes</li><li>My pair of jeans that fit just right</li><li>Crossing the finish line of a race</li><li>A good hair day</li><li>Eating frosting right out of the container</li><li>Movie theater popcorn with butter</li><li>Girl's Night Out</li><li>Being under a bunch of warm blankets when it's cold outside</li><li>Taylor Lautner's abs</li><li>Reading a really good book that you don't want to put down</li><li>Laughing so hard I cry<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></li></ol></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-24601814196315411342011-06-06T11:00:00.008-04:002011-06-06T11:59:29.635-04:00'Ohana means family<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8RUBK1AewV9zoSVTXnTm8fYo-JDliGpyv-KpIz9csJE4P7NQ9xReIlXo7rGqfNxNk9ZDfZk83_rHYRITpS3qLmXidZP-i9AAsj5nMOyrbYQWYdmupzOjNXa4xBEX22Qd6250CfdN6r4/s1600/Xmas+epcot.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div style="text-align: left;">The Disney movie Lilo & Stitch popularized the staying "'Ohana means family." Many of my Disney friends, and myself, use this saying when we are talking about some of our dearest and closest friends. We use it to mean that our friends our like our family. But for me, that's not quite right.</div><div><br /></div><div>There is another saying "You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family." Think about it- you have that family member (or members) that you really don't like, but you just kinda tolerate. To me, 'Ohana is something so much more than family.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8RUBK1AewV9zoSVTXnTm8fYo-JDliGpyv-KpIz9csJE4P7NQ9xReIlXo7rGqfNxNk9ZDfZk83_rHYRITpS3qLmXidZP-i9AAsj5nMOyrbYQWYdmupzOjNXa4xBEX22Qd6250CfdN6r4/s400/Xmas+epcot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615135387072766898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'Ohana doesn't include all photo crashers in the picture though :)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div>For me, I have a wonderful group of 'Ohana friends. Who are they? Some of them are:</div><div><ul><li>the ones that I ate at Biergarten with- the food was mediocre, but it was hands down the best meal of my life.</li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrlnxTzdP1kFfoi9CercbH0WN_Rh8NcAfYGiOXs_-MFe6PKkQhhhrqbZ_vyEbXer5URLLy0gRMoWeNMeBPxVjG8wDmrUDjLic9HdissUmYx37HuhAZfjyCr04eOb0ZjchyphenhyphenPkVIL0qm6z4/s400/biergarten.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615132166375920018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yep- my 'Ohana friends are inappropriate... LOVE THEM!</span></span></span></div><ul><li>the ones you see on Main St. and start yelling and going crazy with happiness.</li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJFAFyiIMHWF-9PF0lPl6TsvtjfgSazr4LJNPu_CY-AhzdowrbRCRblGhTtL1hlUSxWeFq4wHRovDjNXWv6isB9jUfPhuMzSjSfEWgsS0b7_p3RZkb2fBmzsYE1aVVukLsc1fNAbbzac/s400/IMAG0063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615132324128149762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><ul><li>the one I think of every time I go over a particular bump on Space Mountain and remember him commenting when the lap bar met his groin in a rude way.</li><li>my #peas- my two friends who are always there for me. And know when they need to give my space.</li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iKaKfoac0ruE6Gy_YUnOC1hucsj3adx9yul_GDatXpTqk0dbnYfvNloGEF0mBVKuzg-eubgwiRtpV6XaL2aWOsQguEBdOY1w84A0tgU5VokK1tBZ1MzbWTlxYSZRdakoEh0prRefs9s/s400/peas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615132185550512546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yes, I know I just used this pic, but there are no words for how IMPORTANT these two are to me!</span></span></span></div><ul><li>the ones that I want to call first when something good happens.</li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUe6-hWLKDTXzsvPCMuE9XByAlGzgu8nY7noRYe71smDJmXiDaMgSISF4xtedXjlI0nEw00NqWRIdfO6ysbfCfjn53WgYV5lMaRIida3MjAIiCRg9s1JCZQIAbuoZztfNga-U2Pri7rwM/s400/Rora+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615134696567703170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></li><li>the ones that I tell first when something bad happens.</li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4uzqgymMAm8Q6qguwDpR9FIYI_lGJYqp9q4ORLMgeEFojSMQvaZsm7Iwo8OG8kZfbwUfspu3jZwt3qSvo6c0rIviKAhFy8yaMOtFv2pD84i0AlnYsW7KHqO0CrmYxXwtyPuBa5wScEEw/s400/lea+and+I+on+Buzz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615134693021555666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This picture and the one above are completely interchangeable :)</span></div></span></div><ul><li>the ones that tell you to stop being a drama queen and just get over yourself.</li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWwZas7ENv4pOF3oeUkT4j1jZfmyxyDVf0l2lIZmNsutK7g97neqIE1wj5q98UXEX9Ymd8jGTgFk5Ju7uj1IBrhEb9v5VaVpZtRxbEcufg7U8N9jw9aDzE0lD1P1d3e7hYMcoDO3kic0/s400/WCC+b%2527fast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615132193707140962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 208px; " /></span></div><ul><li>the ones that are in all of your pictures with you.</li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVjTWRHT8MlJ2tCKKt_iJ8cpbSW6aK5RJp4wGXYcRdZVghEMZxQU7ynVwUWRh3v_pV5S68xpelK5xUvqeLblUPotH2PV6VT06tZ04yP3C8cSPhn4w1_4bJhPPqoVh1huOW8QvFTXc3SHI/s400/dessert+party.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615132171891591970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>There are just some of my 'Ohana friends- it's not all of them.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1uFtgnG-4wR_WDmxUSdTgNt6kuwrBXODV6MYXj3QakWlSHrObmSippSd0kdM2lELpoodoXePutdP7qrCVsFYcWZlRSSIHyAwXmeflbRFTevjKxJhKh88xxUa54I2TBYbtGhj5GcwN9ko/s400/group+from+Sept.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615132180678454562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">'Ohana is those friends who touch your soul. They are the friends that are in so many of your memories- both good and bad because they are there for you no matter what. They are the ones that I think of when I cry happy and sad tears. They are the friends who take a part of you with them when they leave. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am so thankful for all of my 'Ohana friends. I am not complete without ALL of them. I need them in my life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And this post is dedicated to my 'Ohana friend who has very recently come back into my life- I didn't realize how much emptier my life was without them in it.</span></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-19801009247932022692011-06-01T07:38:00.005-04:002011-06-01T08:21:13.882-04:00Disney- not a vacation destination<div style="text-align: left;">No, I didn't mis-type something in the title of this post. To me, Disney is not a vacation destination. It is so much more than that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, I go to Disney on vacation, but it recently occurred to me WHY I always want to go to Disney. It's not because I enjoy the rides and the attractions- although I do enjoy them! It because Disney has such wonderful memories of friends and family.</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmlTsuLy-dR0mjxYcDX16ltKnZIEJu6UwxU2H9wnffMk8qin117RvQ8hImQRI7CnBJzuq9ShvU_GsOrCoHTtsem-H2YOOnVeHq7o7t5WYuCs7cgALcZ9tK-ReQE-_wmWd-Sno_DjU4JKA/s400/peas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613219759490056226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I love my #peas!!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div> It bring me a sense of happiness and peace. And I will admit, there is a bit of escapism there. Being in the Disney bubble makes all the other problems and stresses of life seem so far away. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlJ811ZckJrU1zW01ZARqnKKqc6h4qNCihyELT9J16a7jSJSQ6xsQYaQM_ZD3BVN243eDMNmJV5Vm1_kuNH0kIBuV6u3U8ecBIqfNldDsr-7AgByKMarOW8Slcxi3KuFQDcJwkv-QTX8/s400/Hopscotch+in+UK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613219766931954114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Problems? What problems?</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div>Simply put, Disney is the happy place for my soul. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't go to Disney for a vacation- I go for a total recharge. To spend time in my happy place and gather more memories to get me through until the next time I can visit. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9Jpz48MGsa5azMQ0-XpLapI8-f70N4MlZ15Vdhn3e9fD6RxZG3kkRCUkwP3PtEPiRCbidpKZPJf3ILXX1CLN484pTVXVRh2FbrtVyVR3Npli-WxqcHb2_dJ_UhvDcVsAcvVL9oOsSU4/s400/IMAG0057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613219760659538242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>I know some of you reading this don't understand this. You think that Disney World is simply a place to go every couple of years for vacation. That's OK with me- it keeps the crowds down for all the other times I want to go :)</div><div> </div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875355870801216700.post-14944234499289865522011-05-24T19:42:00.004-04:002011-05-24T19:56:25.468-04:00Our adventures with Lego Pirates of the Caribbean for Wii<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0cO01bW2v0qbl43IKGDcIvTGS7TghUkvZoBwqgw9SYowmuKgiQKJIPK1esJD1oWl-YXzBf7mkYJgWjYBrMqbz0Q3c4noyaXp64dCnTmTJcS7CEt2SdOeW0CqLPYzCNzJ2SMXSBPePYw/s1600/PoTC+Wii.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>So, like many Disney fans, my family was very excited when it was announced that Disney Interactive Studios would be putting a Lego Wii adventure based on the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. We love the Lego Wii games and couldn't wait to get the game.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY0cO01bW2v0qbl43IKGDcIvTGS7TghUkvZoBwqgw9SYowmuKgiQKJIPK1esJD1oWl-YXzBf7mkYJgWjYBrMqbz0Q3c4noyaXp64dCnTmTJcS7CEt2SdOeW0CqLPYzCNzJ2SMXSBPePYw/s400/PoTC+Wii.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610435692187715090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 380px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div>Well- consider this your warning. DO NOT BUY THIS GAME!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>It's a known issue that many of the Lego games have some bugs in them while you play. But this game takes it to a new extreme.</div><div><br /></div><div>In this game, there are 4 "movies", based on each of the four released Pirates movies (um- duh). Each movie has 5 stories that you play through. Our problems started on Story 1, chapter 2. We got about 75% of the way through the story, and our Wii console froze. It also began emitting a high-pitched sound (which the cat did NOT like). We couldn't get it to do anything for us and we had to turn off the entire console and turn it back on. So we booted the game again, started the story again, and guess what... Yep- it froze in the same exact spot. So, after doing this 3 times, we thought it might be the disc. We took the disc back to Target, explained the issue, and came home with a new disc. And guess what- same thing!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>At this point, I called the technical support number for Disney Interactive Studios. They said that we had a corrupted save file. We could try playing past with only one person (we had been playing with two people) or breaking less objects, but our best bet was to delete the file and start over. And so we did. We deleted the save file and started the entire game over.</div><div><br /></div><div>After we did this, we had a couple of other freeze issues, but after restarting the console, we were able to move past the spot without an issue. UNTIL... we got to story 4, chapter 5. Yes- the last story of the game. And guess what- it happened again. The console froze- and even after restarting, three times, the game continued to freeze in the same spot.</div><div><br /></div><div>So- we placed another call to Disney Interactive Studios. They told us that this is a known issue and there is no current fix other than to delete the save file and start over. We are 40% finished with the game- and with a 7 year old playing, that is no small accomplishment. And now we have to delete the file and start over. They did tell us that if we didn't want to keep the game, we could exchange it for another Disney Wii title. </div><div><br /></div><div>But that's not what we want. The whole family enjoys playing the Lego Wii games, and we want to be able to play the game. But we can't... So, until Disney fixes the issue, I recommend to everyone that they avoid buying Lego Wii Pirates of the Caribbean. I hate saying this, but there are just too many bugs and glitches in the game right now.</div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16111895953814297247noreply@blogger.com2