It's amazing how little time you have for blogging about life when you're busy, you know, living it. Between having a job with actual hours and a town with actual things to do and always either having visitors or planning for visitors . . . life is just busier around here.
So I haven't been blogging, and I don't get the impression that anyone has missed me, which is completely understandable. Either way, it's good to be back. I definitely needed a break from life out here - but it's so good to be back. I'd forgotten what it was like to live in a place where no one blinks if your life isn't identical to everyone else's. Where there's no silent (or not-so-silent) judgement for daring to have a different thought. I needed to get back out here.
Anyway. we're all settled and furnished and moved in and comfy. Life isn't perfect, but it's about as smooth sailing-ly perfect as it gets, at least at the moment. We go to theme parks, we hang out by the pool (not lately though because it's been crazy cold), we watch movies, we shop at Target because we can because there actually is one in this town (several, actually). It's fabulous. We're happy.
And that's the part that matters, right?
Sometime this year (hopefully) we'll start doing all the off-the-theme-park-path stuff . . . and I might have to find time to blog about it.
P. ost S. cript
In the meantime, I've ony watched this about a million times in the last, like, two weeks and it still makes me squeal like a little girl every time.
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Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
One Last Lesson
So a couple weeks ago? That was intense. A very overwhelming day. It was fun, it was crazy, it was busy, it was the most massive family reunion I've ever been to and probably ever will. There were cross country drives, last minute flights, and everyone who's still in Orlando offering couches and tickets and whatever was needed to get people here. And the result was that for about an hour and a half a couple of weeks ago it was almost impossible for anyone to simply walk past BLT because there was a massive crowd in front of it making walking those fifty yards more difficult than navigating the crowds on black Friday.
It was everything I expected. It was awesome . . . and it was awful (and let's take the obligatory moment to observe how odd it is that two words with the same prefix and essentially the same meaning can have such opposite definitions). I've blogged before about how I am a majorly introverted person, and I have to admit that just knowing that about myself has always been a little confusing because I actually love being around people, especially people I know and love (which was a lot of the group in this case). But by the end of the night I was drained. So much so that it took me the bulk of the next day to recharge.
I haven't been in such a big group for such a long time . . . I'd forgotten just how intense it can be. It really caught me by surprise, which is more than a little tragic because in the end I didn't talk to anyone nearly as much as I wanted to. The whole situation just left me a little speechless, and in the end I could really only marvel at the size of the crowd and how many people had come from a gazillion states away - and how many people were still nearby, which was a lot more than I'd realized. Sadly, that also meant I did not get all the pictures with people that I'd wanted, although I did get some good crowd shots (pictures coming soon for those waiting, I promise!) and a few of the kind I was planning on. By the end of the night I was actually left more or less speechless - mostly because I was focused on continuing to . . . I don't know, function sounds a little melodramatic but I've been sitting here for literally twenty minutes trying to come up with the right word and it's just not coming to me. But honestly my mind just kind of went blank. Beyond, you know, instructions to keep breathing, or whatever.
Being social is hard. It's definitely easier when you're with people who you know like you - but it's still exhausting. And it turns out that five solid years of almost nothing but alone time doesn't work. I mean . . . it's nice and all, and kept the batteries in a pretty constant state of charged at the time - but it doesn't build up the kind of reserve you need for such a massive amount of socialness. I had worked out a pretty good balance before, but I completely forgot about it and before two weeks ago there hadn't been much of a need to rediscover how to manage.
I do hope I end up needing to re-figure it out though. To continue one of the many mangled analogies, Monica and Chandler have long since moved and even Phoebe is married, but you know they're all still getting together - obviously not spending every day at the coffee shop, but still seeing each other when they can. (side note: after you read this and feel really old, take a moment to notice that it was posted a year ago and even those ages are now off) After all, you know what they say - blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb (fun fact! did you know that the full saying actually turns out to mean essentially the exact opposite of the way people mean it to mean?). Not imply anything about the viscosity of anyone's womb water . . . but it turns out some ties bind a little more thoroughly and long term than you think when you first start twisting the strings around.
So . . . here's to keeping them a little more tightly knotted these days. Assuming I can find the mental strength to do it.
P. ost S. cript
Speaking of Disney attractions that are tragically closed . . .
It was everything I expected. It was awesome . . . and it was awful (and let's take the obligatory moment to observe how odd it is that two words with the same prefix and essentially the same meaning can have such opposite definitions). I've blogged before about how I am a majorly introverted person, and I have to admit that just knowing that about myself has always been a little confusing because I actually love being around people, especially people I know and love (which was a lot of the group in this case). But by the end of the night I was drained. So much so that it took me the bulk of the next day to recharge.
I haven't been in such a big group for such a long time . . . I'd forgotten just how intense it can be. It really caught me by surprise, which is more than a little tragic because in the end I didn't talk to anyone nearly as much as I wanted to. The whole situation just left me a little speechless, and in the end I could really only marvel at the size of the crowd and how many people had come from a gazillion states away - and how many people were still nearby, which was a lot more than I'd realized. Sadly, that also meant I did not get all the pictures with people that I'd wanted, although I did get some good crowd shots (pictures coming soon for those waiting, I promise!) and a few of the kind I was planning on. By the end of the night I was actually left more or less speechless - mostly because I was focused on continuing to . . . I don't know, function sounds a little melodramatic but I've been sitting here for literally twenty minutes trying to come up with the right word and it's just not coming to me. But honestly my mind just kind of went blank. Beyond, you know, instructions to keep breathing, or whatever.
Being social is hard. It's definitely easier when you're with people who you know like you - but it's still exhausting. And it turns out that five solid years of almost nothing but alone time doesn't work. I mean . . . it's nice and all, and kept the batteries in a pretty constant state of charged at the time - but it doesn't build up the kind of reserve you need for such a massive amount of socialness. I had worked out a pretty good balance before, but I completely forgot about it and before two weeks ago there hadn't been much of a need to rediscover how to manage.
I do hope I end up needing to re-figure it out though. To continue one of the many mangled analogies, Monica and Chandler have long since moved and even Phoebe is married, but you know they're all still getting together - obviously not spending every day at the coffee shop, but still seeing each other when they can. (side note: after you read this and feel really old, take a moment to notice that it was posted a year ago and even those ages are now off) After all, you know what they say - blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb (fun fact! did you know that the full saying actually turns out to mean essentially the exact opposite of the way people mean it to mean?). Not imply anything about the viscosity of anyone's womb water . . . but it turns out some ties bind a little more thoroughly and long term than you think when you first start twisting the strings around.
So . . . here's to keeping them a little more tightly knotted these days. Assuming I can find the mental strength to do it.
P. ost S. cript
Speaking of Disney attractions that are tragically closed . . .
Saturday, September 27, 2014
That Corner Booth
The Backlot Tour closes today. That is, quite honestly, a good thing. I'm told it was good when it first opened, but I never saw the glory days . . . and even the first time I rode, TEN FREAKING YEARS AGO this December(!), it was only a shadow of what it was meant to be. It was constantly in a state of barely hidden disrepair, and the upper levels of management really didn't even pretend to care. It was tired, outdated, corny, and couldn't hide it if it wanted too. Rumors about it closing for good have been swirling for years - in fact, they were probably swirling that Christmas Day in 2004 when I rode it and whilst riding decided that yes, I was going to apply for the Disney College Program after I graduated because man, wouldn't it be fun to be the person up front giving the tour? Frankly, it has needed to be closed down and replaced for a very long time. No one knew that more than the people who worked there. No one complained about how awful that ride was more than them either. No one talked about the attraction's days being numbered and counted them down more that BLT cast members.
Including me.
I was one of them (although it's sometimes hard to believe now) and we all hated that place with a passion.
A passion so intense it became both hatred and love.
Because no one defended that place to outsiders like we did either. No one complained about replacing live tour guiding with an autospiel more than we did. No one got more frustrated on Catastrophe Canyon's behalf than we did when management made it clear that non-working effects weren't going to be fixed. This was our home, for better or worse, and we were going to defend it, dangit!
At this point I hope it goes without saying that my heart is breaking today, just a little bit. It doesn't matter that we've all seen this coming for years, I think a lot of us are feeling a bit like Inigo. For me in particular, those couple of years were a defining moment. Obviously it's where Luke and I met, and so the thought of the whole place being torn down feels like a desecration from that view. I mean, this is exactly the sort of thing that corny country songs are made of.
But there's so much more to it than that. I've often told people that the first time I lived in Orlando it was like living a real life version of Friends. Which is true, but at the same time doesn't go far enough. Unless you've actually lived in a situation where you had no family nearby but still had a big group of people who had your back no matter what even though there were just as lost as you were and you all knew you were making it up as you went along and everyone was roommates with everyone and everyone spent all their free time together because no one knew anyone else and life was always some degree of crazy and everything was a new experience . . . well, it's one thing to watch the show, and it's completely another to live it.
I think about that moment in time often, especially now that we're back. I have to say, at the risk of sounding overly hyperbolic, that they were easily the best and possibly the most important years of my life. I've never felt so completely, one hundred per cent and then some, accepted for who I was in my entire life. I have never met another group of people as non-judgmental. I wouldn't even know where to start looking for another group of people as unquestionably welcoming. It was an absolutely new experience for me - possibly even the most foreign one I've ever had. And because of that, I had no idea how to react when I made mistakes. I expected rejection and judgment, so I distanced myself from people before they could do it instead. It took a ridiculously long time, but I finally saw that that never would have happened. This group was truly one of kind among any I've encountered . . . well, ever. (are you tired of all the adverbs yet, lol?) so I have a few regrets, but for the most part I look back on those two and a half years with just happy nostalgia. It was a simpler time in life, even though it felt so complicated in the moment. And while the seeds of getting me there then were planted looooooooooooooooooooooong before I got there, those first blooms that sprouted in those years are the reason I am where I am today. (that may be the most garbled metaphor I've ever created)
Luke started a facebook event last Saturday after the closing announcement. One last ride for former BLT cast members who were still around, the last tour ever given by the old shuttles. We figured we could meet up with a dozen or so old friends. Within, like, three hours fifty people had said they were coming and with everyone inviting everyone they were still in touch with the invite list has already broken three hundred and I swear there are more people every time I look. A lot of them are coming, some of them flying in from around the country just for the weekend to see old friends and say goodbye to what was, for pretty much all of us, our first real job. I don't even know most of these people at this point, but we're going to spend an hour together today, laughing and crying and saying goodbye to the bane of our existence . . . and one of the best things that ever happened to us at the same time. It's slightly incredible.
The place is tired, run down, with nothing even remotely exciting or fun or new about it. Tonight is going to be as much a celebration that it's finally gone as it is a gathering to wish it wasn't going. It's the end of several eras, and I'm so glad we got back here in time to say goodbye. It's taking a little piece of my heart with it, but the BLT left me a better person than it found me. And after 25 years Catastrophe Canyon finally gets to move on to take three. It has certainly earned it. Go ye gently, Cat Canyon into that long goodnight, whilst we who remain rage against the dying of the light.
(yeah . . . that's really cheesy. but some things just require a little cheese. as I sure will be demonstrated in the several hundred pictures I plan on taking tonight. apologies in advance for flooding people's instagram feeds.)
Sometimes you don't realize how much things have changed until it's made obvious that they'll never be the same. I'd love to go back to those days - but I don't think I would if I could. I got what I needed, and now it's time to make the best of that . . .
But first a couple hundred of us are going to take a day to say goodbye.
P. ost S. cript
Throwback Th-Saturday to back when I used to be a big youtube star. (and no, I am not going to admit how long I spent looking for these . . . however neither of them are the one I was looking for . . . )
Including me.
I was one of them (although it's sometimes hard to believe now) and we all hated that place with a passion.
A passion so intense it became both hatred and love.
Because no one defended that place to outsiders like we did either. No one complained about replacing live tour guiding with an autospiel more than we did. No one got more frustrated on Catastrophe Canyon's behalf than we did when management made it clear that non-working effects weren't going to be fixed. This was our home, for better or worse, and we were going to defend it, dangit!
At this point I hope it goes without saying that my heart is breaking today, just a little bit. It doesn't matter that we've all seen this coming for years, I think a lot of us are feeling a bit like Inigo. For me in particular, those couple of years were a defining moment. Obviously it's where Luke and I met, and so the thought of the whole place being torn down feels like a desecration from that view. I mean, this is exactly the sort of thing that corny country songs are made of.
But there's so much more to it than that. I've often told people that the first time I lived in Orlando it was like living a real life version of Friends. Which is true, but at the same time doesn't go far enough. Unless you've actually lived in a situation where you had no family nearby but still had a big group of people who had your back no matter what even though there were just as lost as you were and you all knew you were making it up as you went along and everyone was roommates with everyone and everyone spent all their free time together because no one knew anyone else and life was always some degree of crazy and everything was a new experience . . . well, it's one thing to watch the show, and it's completely another to live it.
I think about that moment in time often, especially now that we're back. I have to say, at the risk of sounding overly hyperbolic, that they were easily the best and possibly the most important years of my life. I've never felt so completely, one hundred per cent and then some, accepted for who I was in my entire life. I have never met another group of people as non-judgmental. I wouldn't even know where to start looking for another group of people as unquestionably welcoming. It was an absolutely new experience for me - possibly even the most foreign one I've ever had. And because of that, I had no idea how to react when I made mistakes. I expected rejection and judgment, so I distanced myself from people before they could do it instead. It took a ridiculously long time, but I finally saw that that never would have happened. This group was truly one of kind among any I've encountered . . . well, ever. (are you tired of all the adverbs yet, lol?) so I have a few regrets, but for the most part I look back on those two and a half years with just happy nostalgia. It was a simpler time in life, even though it felt so complicated in the moment. And while the seeds of getting me there then were planted looooooooooooooooooooooong before I got there, those first blooms that sprouted in those years are the reason I am where I am today. (that may be the most garbled metaphor I've ever created)
Luke started a facebook event last Saturday after the closing announcement. One last ride for former BLT cast members who were still around, the last tour ever given by the old shuttles. We figured we could meet up with a dozen or so old friends. Within, like, three hours fifty people had said they were coming and with everyone inviting everyone they were still in touch with the invite list has already broken three hundred and I swear there are more people every time I look. A lot of them are coming, some of them flying in from around the country just for the weekend to see old friends and say goodbye to what was, for pretty much all of us, our first real job. I don't even know most of these people at this point, but we're going to spend an hour together today, laughing and crying and saying goodbye to the bane of our existence . . . and one of the best things that ever happened to us at the same time. It's slightly incredible.
The place is tired, run down, with nothing even remotely exciting or fun or new about it. Tonight is going to be as much a celebration that it's finally gone as it is a gathering to wish it wasn't going. It's the end of several eras, and I'm so glad we got back here in time to say goodbye. It's taking a little piece of my heart with it, but the BLT left me a better person than it found me. And after 25 years Catastrophe Canyon finally gets to move on to take three. It has certainly earned it. Go ye gently, Cat Canyon into that long goodnight, whilst we who remain rage against the dying of the light.
(yeah . . . that's really cheesy. but some things just require a little cheese. as I sure will be demonstrated in the several hundred pictures I plan on taking tonight. apologies in advance for flooding people's instagram feeds.)
Sometimes you don't realize how much things have changed until it's made obvious that they'll never be the same. I'd love to go back to those days - but I don't think I would if I could. I got what I needed, and now it's time to make the best of that . . .
But first a couple hundred of us are going to take a day to say goodbye.
P. ost S. cript
Throwback Th-Saturday to back when I used to be a big youtube star. (and no, I am not going to admit how long I spent looking for these . . . however neither of them are the one I was looking for . . . )
Monday, June 2, 2014
Dear Florida
We're here!
Ready to try this again,
Lacey
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I'm not sure about popular demand, but we're totally doing the rest of this.
(one for the clip, one for the full song)
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Dear Utah
I thought it would be different this time . . . and it was. I thought that would be a good thing . . . not so much. I've made some (hopefully) lasting friendships and had some great experiences and I have only a few regrets. But the judgement was still there, and now I am not only willing but eager to leave. Pretty sure I'm not going to miss you this time.
Disillunsioned-ly yours,
(and also totally going to miss those lasting friendship people)
Lacey
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Top of the to-do list (although not necessarily first)? Finally swimming with these guys.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Modern Marvels
Imagine this: you're driving down the freeway in middle-of-nowhere Nebraska (which has been scientifically proven to be flatter than a pancake) and you pass a sign that says "Monument ahead DO NOT STOP."
Little odd, no? I mean, don't they usually want you to stop and take a look at monuments that someone took the time to create? But then you drive a couple more miles and then you see this.
And you kinda get why the sign says not to stop.
That was the story at the end of my family'sMormon pilgrimage summer vacation (I'm oddly conflicted about which phrase to strike out there . . . ) back in 2001. *insert obligatory moment to note just how freaking long ago that was here* So naturally we had to stop and see just what the crap this was, even though it wasn't in the plan and it was the end of the trip so we were all pretty exhausted and more than a little sick of each other.
Turns out it's a museum. And a pretty cool one too.
We didn't spend as much time there as I would have liked, seeing as it was an unscheduled stop and my parents are all about schedules, but we weren't rushed through it either. The part I remember most was at the end. While you're inside you can totally forget you're actually on a bridge over a freeway and there are cars speeding under you at seventy-something miles an hour (is the fear of being on a bridge when it collapses a phobia that exists? I'm pretty sure this place could create it). But at the end there are a couple of windows and you can see those cars whiz past while right behind you is a display talking about people traveling this same route on covered wagons and how the change from one to the other happened in only just over a hundred years (1840s to 195-Eisen-whatever). For some reason that's really stuck with me in the thirteen (oy!) years since. The speed of advancement once the ball got rolling, you know? Foot to animal took forever, then animal to wheeled stuff took less of a forever, then motorizing the wheel only took, like, a blink of a forever and then before you know it Montana has no speed limit and then BAM! it does before I get a chance to Autobahn it up to Glacier.
On another note, other technology has, naturally, kept up . . . or at least kept on advancing just as (or more) quickly (thank you Phonecians!). In the 1840s you pretty much weren't going to see the people you left behind again, and you probably wouldn't be hearing much from them either - depending on where you ended up, anyway. It might even be a year before they knew whether you made it without dying of dysentery or something. (side note: need that shirt!!)
Fast forward to the 80s when my parents (and I) moved from Washington to Idaho. Not quite as far, but still far enough to have blown some 1840s minds if we'd told them we could make the trip in a day. A very long day . . . but a day. But still there was no way for my grandparents to know we hadn't all died ofdysentery car crash or vanished into some sort of black hole until we got there, got moved in, got a phone line set up, and called everyone they knew (because as I understand it, they couldn't just text everyone their new phone number way back then) to let them know they were here and how to contact them. But still, only a couple of days to get there and let everyone left behind know we were there.
Fast forward a bit more . . . I'm planning on instagramming our entire trip. And updating my facebook status every time we stop for gas. Not only will everyone we know know when we arrive (and pretty much the moment we do), the people we're crashing with will know almost exactly when to expect us the day we're heading to their place. And if we do get sucked into one of those black holes? There will be literally at least a hundred people who know roughly what area to start the search and exactly how long it's been since we were accounted for.
How amazing is that?!?!
It must have been nice to be able to let your kids just run all sorts of amok until it got dark, and it certainly must have been tons cheaper to grow your own non-chemically-infested food . . . but I'll take living in the here and now over pretty much any other time. Because here and now is pretty freaking cool.
P. ost S. cript
I wanted to post the cheese episode because it's eriously my favorite, but I'm having some trouble finding it. I suppose this one will have to do instead. :-)
Little odd, no? I mean, don't they usually want you to stop and take a look at monuments that someone took the time to create? But then you drive a couple more miles and then you see this.
And you kinda get why the sign says not to stop.
That was the story at the end of my family's
Turns out it's a museum. And a pretty cool one too.
We didn't spend as much time there as I would have liked, seeing as it was an unscheduled stop and my parents are all about schedules, but we weren't rushed through it either. The part I remember most was at the end. While you're inside you can totally forget you're actually on a bridge over a freeway and there are cars speeding under you at seventy-something miles an hour (is the fear of being on a bridge when it collapses a phobia that exists? I'm pretty sure this place could create it). But at the end there are a couple of windows and you can see those cars whiz past while right behind you is a display talking about people traveling this same route on covered wagons and how the change from one to the other happened in only just over a hundred years (1840s to 195-Eisen-whatever). For some reason that's really stuck with me in the thirteen (oy!) years since. The speed of advancement once the ball got rolling, you know? Foot to animal took forever, then animal to wheeled stuff took less of a forever, then motorizing the wheel only took, like, a blink of a forever and then before you know it Montana has no speed limit and then BAM! it does before I get a chance to Autobahn it up to Glacier.
On another note, other technology has, naturally, kept up . . . or at least kept on advancing just as (or more) quickly (thank you Phonecians!). In the 1840s you pretty much weren't going to see the people you left behind again, and you probably wouldn't be hearing much from them either - depending on where you ended up, anyway. It might even be a year before they knew whether you made it without dying of dysentery or something. (side note: need that shirt!!)
Fast forward to the 80s when my parents (and I) moved from Washington to Idaho. Not quite as far, but still far enough to have blown some 1840s minds if we'd told them we could make the trip in a day. A very long day . . . but a day. But still there was no way for my grandparents to know we hadn't all died of
Fast forward a bit more . . . I'm planning on instagramming our entire trip. And updating my facebook status every time we stop for gas. Not only will everyone we know know when we arrive (and pretty much the moment we do), the people we're crashing with will know almost exactly when to expect us the day we're heading to their place. And if we do get sucked into one of those black holes? There will be literally at least a hundred people who know roughly what area to start the search and exactly how long it's been since we were accounted for.
How amazing is that?!?!
It must have been nice to be able to let your kids just run all sorts of amok until it got dark, and it certainly must have been tons cheaper to grow your own non-chemically-infested food . . . but I'll take living in the here and now over pretty much any other time. Because here and now is pretty freaking cool.
P. ost S. cript
I wanted to post the cheese episode because it's eriously my favorite, but I'm having some trouble finding it. I suppose this one will have to do instead. :-)
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Here in the Field with My Feet on the Ground and My Fate in the Air
So I was on a Broadway kick the other day and wound up listening to, among other things, Once on This Island, which I still love as much as I did when we put it on my junior year of high school. (also among other things: discovered I still know the choreography for the entire opening number . . . going on thirteen years later. did I mention I was on the tech crew, not in the cast?) (on another note someone really should put our version up on youtube.)
Anyway. Did you catch the part where it's, like, the end of March? Crazy. And did you catch the part where we made it facebook official that we're moving back to Florida in May? Yay!!!
Bringing everything together, I know I've said essentially the same thing for, like, all last year, but this song is totally how I'm feeling right now. When we moved here we didn't intend to stay permanently (although we didn't know where we were going at the time) and we figured we'd be here for about five years, and it's turned out to be almost exactly that . . . but it feels like it's been so much longer than that at the same time.
Let's just say we're psyched. :-) To move on, to get out of here, to get going with life . . . just everything.
It's a little weird to me to think we're moving back to Florida. The last time I did that there was a lot I wasn't ready for. Mentally, emotionally . . . spiritually . . . ecumenically . . . grammatically . . . seriously though. I did not see a lot of things coming, and when we left I was so burned out on everything I couldn't even fathom a world where I would want to go back. What a difference five years makes, eh? Long story short, we leave in 58 days - and I'm the one who put the countdown on the calender.
Did I mention the part where we have an apartment and everything? SO. FREAKING. EXCITING! It came available a little sooner than we'd hoped, and they can only hold it for so long, so we had to bump up our travel plans by a week. So I'll be missing the last week of school and all the fun stuff that goes on that week, which is really depressing. But what can you do, you know? Besides, that means I'll be back to having a full time job one week earlier too.
And yeah- totally planning on going back to Disney. So start planning your visit to us, like, now. Like Ashli. (seriously - she started asking me question about what kinds of discounts I could get her and her friends, like, three months ago. and what time of year to come. heads up - mid-January. And I say this as someone who's worked at a school for four years . . . unless they're really struggling or something, get their homework, pull the kids out of school and go in mid January. or early October.) You know you want to. ;-)
So basically we'll be spending the next two months as a cross between this
and this
but it's kind of okay.
And perhaps once we get to the other side of the country life will get interesting again and I'll start feeling like I have things to blog about again. So we all win! (I think.)
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They're missing a lot of the best lines here but looking for the other Pirates clip totally had me remembering how I went to see At World's End the day I got back to Florida after the second time I drove out (did I mention this will be technically the fourth time I've moved cross-country?) because it came out while I was driving but I was dying to see it so I went that night anyway after, like, four straight days of driving and I really don't know how I stayed awake to watch it (especially since I went to, like, the very last showing of the night) but it was awesome. Anyway. The first three Pirates movies rocked. And on of the first things we're doing is going on the ride.
Anyway. Did you catch the part where it's, like, the end of March? Crazy. And did you catch the part where we made it facebook official that we're moving back to Florida in May? Yay!!!
Bringing everything together, I know I've said essentially the same thing for, like, all last year, but this song is totally how I'm feeling right now. When we moved here we didn't intend to stay permanently (although we didn't know where we were going at the time) and we figured we'd be here for about five years, and it's turned out to be almost exactly that . . . but it feels like it's been so much longer than that at the same time.
Let's just say we're psyched. :-) To move on, to get out of here, to get going with life . . . just everything.
It's a little weird to me to think we're moving back to Florida. The last time I did that there was a lot I wasn't ready for. Mentally, emotionally . . . spiritually . . . ecumenically . . . grammatically . . . seriously though. I did not see a lot of things coming, and when we left I was so burned out on everything I couldn't even fathom a world where I would want to go back. What a difference five years makes, eh? Long story short, we leave in 58 days - and I'm the one who put the countdown on the calender.
Did I mention the part where we have an apartment and everything? SO. FREAKING. EXCITING! It came available a little sooner than we'd hoped, and they can only hold it for so long, so we had to bump up our travel plans by a week. So I'll be missing the last week of school and all the fun stuff that goes on that week, which is really depressing. But what can you do, you know? Besides, that means I'll be back to having a full time job one week earlier too.
And yeah- totally planning on going back to Disney. So start planning your visit to us, like, now. Like Ashli. (seriously - she started asking me question about what kinds of discounts I could get her and her friends, like, three months ago. and what time of year to come. heads up - mid-January. And I say this as someone who's worked at a school for four years . . . unless they're really struggling or something, get their homework, pull the kids out of school and go in mid January. or early October.) You know you want to. ;-)
So basically we'll be spending the next two months as a cross between this
and this
but it's kind of okay.
And perhaps once we get to the other side of the country life will get interesting again and I'll start feeling like I have things to blog about again. So we all win! (I think.)
P. ost S. cript
They're missing a lot of the best lines here but looking for the other Pirates clip totally had me remembering how I went to see At World's End the day I got back to Florida after the second time I drove out (did I mention this will be technically the fourth time I've moved cross-country?) because it came out while I was driving but I was dying to see it so I went that night anyway after, like, four straight days of driving and I really don't know how I stayed awake to watch it (especially since I went to, like, the very last showing of the night) but it was awesome. Anyway. The first three Pirates movies rocked. And on of the first things we're doing is going on the ride.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Just a Note
I haven't blogged much this year . . . have I? which is rather interesting considering this has been the best year of my life, at least since I started this blog - and possibly ever.
Which is a very interesting thing, philosophically. Or something. One would think that more good news/happier year = more blogging . . . right? I don't know. But it sounds intellectual.
Anyway. Taking a moment to look back
on a year that has, at times, seemed longer than average
I just thought I'd take a second to wish everyone a happy new year. And give you an amazing, seriously life-changing present. BEHOLD!:
You're welcome. :-) Seriously though, how geniusly, awesomely helpful is that?!
But anyway. It's been fun this year. See you all (hopefully around here more) next year.
P. ost S. cript
You've probably already seen this as it's been working on its viral status, but my mind is still pretty blown so I think it's a good way to finish the year.
Which is a very interesting thing, philosophically. Or something. One would think that more good news/happier year = more blogging . . . right? I don't know. But it sounds intellectual.
Anyway. Taking a moment to look back
on a year that has, at times, seemed longer than average
I just thought I'd take a second to wish everyone a happy new year. And give you an amazing, seriously life-changing present. BEHOLD!:
You're welcome. :-) Seriously though, how geniusly, awesomely helpful is that?!
But anyway. It's been fun this year. See you all (hopefully around here more) next year.
P. ost S. cript
You've probably already seen this as it's been working on its viral status, but my mind is still pretty blown so I think it's a good way to finish the year.
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