<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:08:11.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole Lot Of Disney... With A Little Bit Of Life!</title><subtitle type='html'>This will be a blog that will follow all my DIsney planning and trips.

Plus, I will throw in a little bit of my actual REAL life in here!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-5773271568254656268</id><published>2010-09-24T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:38:21.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some silly things...</title><content type='html'>Alright... I don't know if anyone really reads my blog, as I really don't have anything important to say.  But, in the off-chance that someone IS reading this, I thought that, since you probably don't know anything about me, I would supply you with some information about me, but most of them silly...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would go to Disney World for vacation as much as humanly possible if I had the money. Clearly, this is an obvious tidbit, given the name of my blog.  It is such a happy place, and you can get lost in all of the happiness. If you don't look it up or turn on the TV, you won't know what is going on in the "real world". I love getting my escape from reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a crazy amount of "smelling good stuff". This can be shower gel, lotion, body splash, perfume, home fragrances, candles, plug-ins (some to match the shower gels, lotions and body splash), and Scentsy lamp things.  I only use one at a time, so I don't know why I have so much stuff! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be a slob. Ok, I am a slob. I will clean when I need to or when I get a wild hair.  Now, I'm not filthy. My place is clean, it can just get a little cluttered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks after a half marathon, I ate a salad and got food poisoning. It was the worst experience in my life. My parents took me to the ER and I was admitted to the hospital for a weekend. I had to have 9 liters of fluid in less than 48 hours. Now, I have an overwhelming fear of food poisoning. If something tastes remotely not done, or its not hot, I will send it back. Sometimes, after eating, I will think I'm feeling the same way before I got sick, and freak out. As Gnarls Barkley asks, "Does that make me crazy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind my obsession of Disney Travel, is my obsession with Disney music, mostly from the parks. It can put me back in my "Neverland" when I'm not there. I also like music from the movies as well. It brings me back to my childhood, sitting in front of the TV, watching my favorite Disney movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To go along with my Disney music obsession, I have won the Disney Tune Trivia contest on the Disney Cruise Line each time I've played.  With nearly perfect scores.  Mind you, the last one you had to name the song, movie, and the bonus trivia question. Yes, I know I'm sad, but I am a functional member of society!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would marry a Storm Trooper if I could. I think they are some of the coolest things ever! I even have a coin bank that is in the shape of a Storm Trooper helmet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people call me a human GPS or "Tom-Tom". If I go somewhere once, I can usually get you back, even a year later. Plus, I will find new ways to get there and back. My sense of direction is pretty darn keen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dream is to be a singer, but I cannot really sing very well. I was in 3 choirs in high school (one at school, and the others at church). I LOVE singing and do it any chance I get, but I am just not that good. I wish I were...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that is enough fun for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-5773271568254656268?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/5773271568254656268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=5773271568254656268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/5773271568254656268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/5773271568254656268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-silly-things.html' title='Some silly things...'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-2095819335915389540</id><published>2010-09-20T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:40:30.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing God</title><content type='html'>Today I was getting on the elevator at work and a random thought popped into my head: Why is it always me wanting and waiting for God to choose me? It should be me choosing God.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I start thinking about this, I notice all the places in my life where I'm waiting for God to choose me: relationships, dating, job, finding my place in this world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm wanting guidance and direction in those things (and more), I need to choose God first. I need to give all my needs and desires to Him.  Giving up control is the hardest part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will become my prayer for myself....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-2095819335915389540?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/2095819335915389540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=2095819335915389540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/2095819335915389540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/2095819335915389540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2010/09/choosing-god.html' title='Choosing God'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-6291451655887465518</id><published>2010-09-08T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:15:20.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have taken the Seventeen Magazine's Body Peace Treaty Pledge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I vow to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;ul style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 25px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 25px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; width: 520px; "&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Remember that the sun will still rise tomorrow even if I had one too many slices of pizza or an extra scoop of ice cream tonight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Never blame my body for the bad day I'm having.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Stop joining in when my friends compare and trash their own bodies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Never allow a dirty look from someone else to influence how I feel about my appearance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Quit judging a person solely by how his or her body looks — even if it seems harmless — because I'd never want anyone to do that to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Notice all the amazing things my body is doing for me every moment I walk, talk, think, breathe...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Quiet that negative little voice in my head when it starts to say mean things about my body that I'd never tolerate anyone else saying about me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Remind myself that what you see isn't always what you get on TV and in ads — it takes a lot of airbrushing, dieting, money, and work to look like that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Remember that even the girl who I'd swap bodies with in a minute has something about her looks that she hates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Respect my body by feeding it well, working up a sweat when it needs it, and knowing when to give it a break.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Realize that the mirror can reflect only what's on the surface of me, not who I am inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: none; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; background-image: url(http://www.seventeen.com/cm/seventeen/site_images/redesign/arrows/bullets/body.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0px 8px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Know that I'm already beautiful just the way I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-6291451655887465518?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/6291451655887465518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=6291451655887465518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6291451655887465518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6291451655887465518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-taken-seventeen-magazines-body.html' title=''/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-6074093549054082407</id><published>2010-09-08T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:41:41.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain EO and Real Life</title><content type='html'>Ok, some of you Disney freaks out there remember Captain EO that played at Disneyland and Epcot for nearly a decade, starting in 1986. The most famous person in all of the world, Michael Jackson, was the star of the state-of-the-art, first of it's kind, 3-D video. MJ, playing Captain EO, with his crew of strange characters, attempt to find the supreme leader of a planet that has been left in ruin and is quite disgusting. The supreme leader is ugly, inside and out, just like the planet she rules. MJ and his crew are there to bring them 'the gift'- which allows the beauty within to be unlocked. The gift is in song- along with some awesome MJ moves (yes, moon-walk included).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The message in his song, "We Are Here To Change The World" is within his simple lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're on a mission&lt;br /&gt;In the everlasting light that shines&lt;br /&gt;A revelation&lt;br /&gt;Of the truth in chapters of our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, bad times&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna shake it up and break it up&lt;br /&gt;We're sharing light brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;Hello , good times&lt;br /&gt;We're here to simulate, eliminate&lt;br /&gt;An' congregate, illuminate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like these words are what we are to be as Christians. We are to bring God's word and love to others. We don't have to make a big music video- just be as God wants us to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-6074093549054082407?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/6074093549054082407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=6074093549054082407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6074093549054082407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6074093549054082407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2010/09/captain-eo-and-real-life.html' title='Captain EO and Real Life'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-6382143559793551485</id><published>2010-05-23T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:17:46.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been rough...</title><content type='html'>I realize I have not posted in quite some time, so let me give you a run down as to why...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, at the end of February, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. We went through a surgery, where we found that it had spread to her lymph nodes.  Then, there was a second surgery removing quite a few nodes, plus placing a permanent port for her chemotherapy.  It has been quite a few months, but she is now cancer free, as they took out all the nodes, and there was only one with cancer. Chemo therapy starts June 21, after we return home from our long vacation in Disney World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the midst of all this, I was admitted to the hospital for dehydration and food poisoning. I ran the Princess Half Marathon at Disney World the beginning of March, and may not have fully rehydrated.  Two weeks later, I came down with food poisoning from a salad, and preceded to lose all the fluid in my body, it seemed. I was rushed to the hospital and received about 9 liters of fluids and an overnight stay. It took me quite a while to get back to 100%, but I made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To add to all the craziness, I now have my own place, around 30 min from my parents. It has been rough, especially since all these things have been happening.  I have been forced to rely on God more than I thought I ever would have. I now realize how to lean on Him for understanding and guidance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not been having the best of luck in the relationship department, but that is not my goal. I thought it was, but I have accepted the fact that God has a plan for me, and it is not my job to rush it or make my own plan. If I am to find a man, it will be placed by God.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is pretty basic and blunt, but I am quite tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-6382143559793551485?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/6382143559793551485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=6382143559793551485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6382143559793551485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6382143559793551485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-has-been-rough.html' title='It has been rough...'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-3667365973436993796</id><published>2010-01-22T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:34:32.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a solo traveler- tour groups</title><content type='html'>Over the Walt Disney World Marathon weekend, I was able to visit and see my friend run the Goofy Challenge. For those of you who don't know, that is where runners run the half marathon on Saturday and the full marathon on Sunday. That is 39.3 miles in 2 days! Thus the name, Goofy Challenge!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traveled and stayed on my own, but met up with my friends daily at the parks. I stayed at Disney's All-Star Movies resort. It is in the 'value' category and is more of a "motel" type of lodging- opening to the outside and having basic amenities. It is the least expensive type of lodging Disney offers, but still a cut above (and sometimes cheaper) than other off-site hotels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This being said, this is one of the 4 resorts that are booked by those looking to do Disney on a smaller budget.  So it is safe to say that larger tour groups may choose to stay at these resorts, in order to save money. This time of year, a lot of countries have 'holiday' and tend to take vacations. One of those countries is Brazil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited that people from all over the world recognize Disney World as a vacation destination. They come and experience the fun and innocence that I love!  What I do not like is when large groups of any kind invade my Disney.  It doesn't matter what kind of group they are.  It can be geriatric, church groups, high school sports/cheerleading/band groups, daycare groups.  All groups are loud, disruptive, and feel like they cannot breakout in to smaller, more able to manage groups.  The groups of this trip were Brazilian tour groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we have been to Disney before when these types of groups have been there. I had heard about them, but never really experienced them. Until last year.  My most memorable times with them were in one ride queue, when a whole group came in with FastPasses.  I understand the fastpass idea, so I cannot say negative things.  But they were were LOUD, disruptive, and rude.  They did not follow instructions, even when they had their tour group leader translate the instructions. I don't know portuguese, but it is similar to spanish, so I know they were translating the instructions.  They continued to be loud, even when being taken into the next room that explained about the ride.  At Disney, it is all in the experience. Rides are not merely amusement rides; From the moment you see the building, the story is developing. Every ride is a story, and you're part of it.  I have been so many times, I know the pre-ride videos. Those who are visiting for the first time need to experience the whole effect.  These groups did not allow for that. They were loud and rude.  We asked to not be with as many of them as possible, and the cast members running the ride were happy to let is wait for the next one.  We were still there with some members of the group, but it wasn't as bad. We did have to 'shhh' them, and they didn't like it.  Another thing is they use their whole group in photo opps.  And they all have a camera.  This is 40-60 people.  So, no one can have a shot with the park icons for a great amount of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This trip it seemed to be Brazilian tour groups time on steroids.  Everywhere you turned, there was a group, and different groups at that! They took over ride areas, hotels, restaurants, and stores. It made the crowds unmanageable in, what was once, the slow season.  One encounter was in a restroom. It seemed all the female members of the group was in the restroom I was in. They stood around, talking loudly, blocking the stalls and sinks. A cast member asked them to move so I could use the restroom and wash my hands. I found this VERY rude and just insane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is worse than ruining quite a few guests' experience at Disney, is that these groups portrayed their country in an ill way.  People from all over the world and US come to Disney, like I said before.  Now, all these people see these groups, an think negatively of Brazil, much like I do now.  That is something they don't realize, of maybe don't even care about.  Either way, it is horrible when these groups are here. It almost makes me not want to travel at this time. I can handle hot, sweaty, summer crowds.  I can't handle Brazilian ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to pick on Brazil, but I have encountered many groups, including high school groups and college cheerleading groups.  I can't speak badly of them again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-3667365973436993796?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/3667365973436993796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=3667365973436993796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/3667365973436993796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/3667365973436993796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2010/01/confessions-of-solo-traveler-tour.html' title='Confessions of a solo traveler- tour groups'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-7067924750272915766</id><published>2009-12-15T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:40:46.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a (not so) Solo Traveler- Stupid Tourists</title><content type='html'>Ok, It has been quite a while since my last update, but my next installment has be refueled by a trip to Disney that I took with my mother.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While there are many aspects of the 'stupid tourists' title to get into, I will only delve into one of the most annoying, and increasing issues at WDW... The scooter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I have no problem with scooters themselves, I do have problems with people who use them.  Scooters are great devices that help those who want to be mobile, but physically can't, to get around easily, relying very little on others around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people who use them at WDW are a whole other story.  There are many who require them at home for everyday use, going to the store, or for long distances.  Then there are a majority at WDW who don't REQUIRE them, but like them.  You push a button and you're off.  You move faster than most normal walkers with very little effort.  Awesome, which means you don't look in front of you or down at your wheels and notice my feet are there, or that I've stopped.  I have been practically run over by these things! And a lot of these scooter drivers are not thin. I do not mean to be a hater of the bariatric population, but it seems that the larger population are the ones that are using these devices to get around because they just don't want to walk.  That may seem mean and discriminatory, but I know I am not the only one that sees it that way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when people who use these things think that they are entitled.  I am sorry, but those who are actually disabled should be the only ones to take advantage of those opportunities.  Who wants to be disabled?  I don't. I like being able to do things for myself. Wouldn't everyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for those people who think that obesity by choice is a disability.  There are many people who are overweight for medical reasons: therapies that cause weight gain, hormone imbalances, heredity, etc.  It is those who choose to eat themselves to an unhealthy weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if my rant seems rude and disrespectful, but the disability act called for EQUAL opportunities for the disabled, NOT SPECIAL treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-7067924750272915766?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/7067924750272915766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=7067924750272915766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/7067924750272915766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/7067924750272915766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/12/confessions-of-not-so-solo-traveler.html' title='Confessions of a (not so) Solo Traveler- Stupid Tourists'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-4121872246693597074</id><published>2009-08-25T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:39:46.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rantings of a Solo Traveler part 1</title><content type='html'>For 2 of my Disney trips this year, I have traveled solo.  My most recent trip was to meet and stay with some friends, but I did travel by air alone.  I am wanting to give some insight and, possibly, some humor into some of my observations from this past trip.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My flight out to Orlando was delayed due to weather.  While I understand this is for safety reasons, keeping passengers informed would actually lessen bitter attitudes.  Most people travel by car like to have control.  When they aren't in control of their vacation or trip, people get angry.  So, after about 45 min to an hour of waiting in the terminal, we were allowed to board.  THEN, we were held at the gate for another 30 min or so with no updates.  We could hear flights take off, so we weren't in some holding pattern, but the captain did not do his best to keep us informed.  He was talking and laughing with the co-pilot and first class flight attendant.  Finally, we were allowed to push back from the gate and take off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we were up in the air, most people were quiet. Except for the man next to me.  I learned his name was Ashley and that he called every single family member telling him he was on a plane before we took off.  If I were a guy and my name was Ashley, I'd change my name.  He also brought his own cereal aboard, and demanded milk to eat it with before we pushed back from the gate.  It was oat.  He must have had some bowel issues.  He also would look at everything I did.  I had a sudoku book, and he wanted to know how to do it.  So I had to explain it, to be polite.  He didn't understand.  He had an accent, but I'm not so sure where he was from. He got tired of me explaining something that he obviously could not comprehend, and turned around to look out the window.  This was my cue to turn my iPod on and listen to music. I got bored with sudoku and went to my new book.  By this time, the rough air was smooth enough for them to serve the drinks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to let my eyes rest a little in preparation for my long day and weekend ahead.  Almost everyone around me was also doing the same.  Except Ashley.  He didn't bring anything to do, so he opted to look through his copy of American Way Magazine.  I always find it funny that people cannot hear themselves or others talk on airplanes. It has to be the state that our ears are in as we are 33,000 feet above the earth, on top of the engine and air noises outside.  Well, it seems that Ashley could not hear the pages of his magazine turn, so he made sure that he turned them so loudly, that I could hear it over my "Sounds Of Tomorrowland".  He wasn't even reading it, so I had to endure the wind and noise from his vicious page turning for about 20 minutes.  By that time, it was turn off all electronic devices and prepare for landing.  Ashley had a cup of hot tea and 2 glasses of ice water.  He loved his ice. Chomp chomp chomp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I did not have my music to dull the noise, I was subject to all little sounds around me.  Ashley was obviously the loudest.  It seemed Ashley could not simply swallow his own saliva.  He had to slurp it up first. So, every dozen of seconds, Ashley would slurp his spit, then swallow.  This was followed by a very attractive Allergy Salute and sniff.  So we'd go from slurp and swallow, to salute, and sniff.  It was not in rhythm, so that made it less entertaining and more annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, the body fluid fun was short lived, and we landed in no time.  Ashley was nice enough to help me with my bag and wish me a good vacation. I could not get off of that plane fast enough.  I headed out of the ramp and to the electric tram that takes passengers to the main area of the airport.  I got my rental car and had to deal with the questions about me traveling alone.  Luckily, I had my friends as an excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next installment of The Rantings of a Solo Traveler- Stupid Tourists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-4121872246693597074?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/4121872246693597074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=4121872246693597074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/4121872246693597074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/4121872246693597074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/08/rantings-of-solo-traveler-part-1.html' title='The Rantings of a Solo Traveler part 1'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-7276085076611925723</id><published>2009-08-09T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:38:09.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while!</title><content type='html'>My goodness has it been a long time!  Months, in fact!  A lot has happened since this last post.  Work has gone on.  I've made new friends. I've made a few trips!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this was set up to be more of a Disney blog, I will elaborate on that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the last post, I went to Disney World solo, took a Disney Cruise, and bought into Disney's timeshare,  Disney Vacation Club!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post will cover my first solo trip to Disney World!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to WDW solo was interesting.  To start it out, I was sick.  I had some sort of cold, that rendered my voice manly, my ears clogged, and partially suffocating due to a stopped up nose.  Regardless of that, it was a great trip.  I was able to do everything I wanted to do, when I wanted to do them!  I went to Animal Kingdom after arriving at POP Century.  I had a great room!  Facing the woods, quiet, but in the same building that we've always been in!  At least I wasn't next door to the last rooms we've had before, but just in the same building.  After doing what I wanted, I went to Magic Kingdom for a bit.  I then headed over to MGM/Disney Studios for Fantasmic!  I haven't seen that nighttime show in 7 years! My family doesn't like waiting for it to start, but I went near the last minute, and got a good seat.  I then headed back to the hotel for a little bit of rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning I woke up to get to Epcot near opening to do some of my favorite things like Soarin and such.  I had lunch at my favorite place, Sunshine Seasons and walked around the world showcase, seeing some of the little shows the countries have, like Off Kilter in Canada.  After doing that, I headed back over to the Magic Kingdom for more rides and the nighttime stuff.  I pretty much rode everything, and then did things twice!  I got to watch Wishes (the best firework show ever) from Fantasyland and then headed out of the park.  I walked to the Contemporary and hopped a bus to Downtown Disney to do some shopping.  I did a good job of spending a small fortune.  I headed back home and packed things up for my last day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up a smidge late, but was able to get going.  I dropped my luggage off at Bell Services and headed to MGM/Disney Studios.  I got my fastpass to Toy Story Mania and rode it standby... The BEST ride!  I got my highest score as well... 193,800!!!  It was great.  I then did Rock n Roller Coaster and Tower of Terror a few times, as well as my other favorites.  After hitting up all I wanted to do, I had some more time to kill, so I headed back to Magic Kingdom to see the afternoon parade and rides more rides.  I enjoyed sitting under a covered area near Main Street and Tomorrowland called the Tomorrowland Noodle Terrace.  From there, I could see the parade, plus have a nice relaxing area to watch it from!  I got to talk to a good friend for  a while, which was very nice.  After that, I went and watched some old Mickey cartoons in the Exposition Hall, which is a GREAT Disney secret.. There's very few, if many, people there, and its nice a cool!  I rested and headed off to my hotel to get on my Magical Express bus to the airport.  My phone did not ring, but a message was left.  I listened to it, and it was American Airlines saying my flight was canceled (NASTY weather at home that weekend) and I was rescheduled for the next morning.  CRAP!  What am I going to do?!  I went and got my luggage, seeing my DME bus pull up.  I went to the front desk, explained my situation, and they were AMAZINGLY helpful, finding me a room and rebooking my Magical Express for the morning.  So, since I had an extra night, I headed to Epcot again, to do some last minute things, and to watch Illuminations!  I went back to the hotel after and got up for my early return home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to see everything I wanted that trip!  I tried some new things and did favorite things.  I had a great time, but there was something missing... company to share it with.  I will probably do it again, but I prefer having someone with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next post: Disney Cruise and Vacation Club!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-7276085076611925723?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/7276085076611925723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=7276085076611925723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/7276085076611925723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/7276085076611925723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while!'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-6405529028808853899</id><published>2009-04-13T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:18:04.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As all of you know (or should know), yesterday was Easter: the celebration of the resurrection of Jesus Christ, who died on the cross 3 days prior for the atonement of our sins.  We all went to church, along with people who only go to church on Easter and Christmas Eve.  We dressed nicer than usual.  Some, I'm sure, felt like their spiritual tank was refueled by the sermon preached.  Some will vow to come to church more often, because they "should."  Altogether, it was your typical Easter Sunday, for most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I was sitting in my home church, in my movie theater style seat, I began to think, as the paster was discussing the progression of Jesus from Cross to Tomb, and finally resurrection.  It hit me... Who was all at Jesus' death?  Of course, we know his mother, the disciples, etc.  But since Jesus was executed, by definition, most of those at his death were haters and non-believers; those who wanted Jesus dead.  I began to think of how his death was his funeral. They didn't really have funerals at that time, at least I can't think of a story of one.  The have the ritual of  preparing the body for burial, but that, I think, is it.  So, my thoughts begin to wonder... Wow. What a way to die... in front of your enemies.  There were more people who hated Jesus at his death, than those who loved him.  How painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now let me be selfish for a few minutes...  I began to think... who would be at my funeral? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course, my family.  That is obligatory.  After that, I struggled.  I thought of a few people that I knew, that I considered friends.  Now, I may have been a little down yesterday, but I tried to think for the reality.  I can only think of a few people that might come to the funeral.  I even went as far to think that, if they were working that day, they probably would not take off to come to my funeral.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I painted a picture in my head.  At this point, I considered myself alone, with no family.  I pictured my church, large and quiet, a single piano playing solemn music, a mix between sadness and celebration (as I have left a world of suffering, and gone to Heaven).  I pictured my casket, alone.  No flowers, except maybe one arrangement donated from the Church.  I pictured who might all be there.  I was very sad to see, only a few people siting in the pews, spaced out, just enough so that it looked like someone else would be meeting each of them there.   I pictured the preacher, getting up from his chair to start speaking about me, struggling to find anything to say, as he isn't familiar with me, how death is a celebration, no need to mourn in my death, because I'm in a better place.  I find that ironic, as there really wasn't anyone there mourning my death.  This picture in my mind is drastic, I know, but it is completely possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, after thinking all this, I started to think about what would my preacher say about me.  Of course, he only knows me from my family.  If something happened to my family, I don't know if anyone would know what to say.  Obviously, there were things he could find out, like where I work, and some things I love, just looking at my house and belongings, but there's nothing really personal that he could know about me.  Would my friends speak about me?  Probably not.  There's not that many people there, remember?  Would they say good things about me?  Is there anything good to say about me? What impact did I have that would warrant remembering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why would those few people be there?  Do they feel sorry that I died, were they close to me, or did something go on between us that now they feel guilty about?  Hard to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All this together made me think about how I live my life.  Do I live my life with close friends, who are there to support me and for me to support them?  Have I lived my life out with people that care?  Do I care about them?  Have I made an impact in someone's life?  Have I made an impact on anything?  Will I be missed, not just because I will put a wrinkle in someone's day (like at work, finding someone to fill my position)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are more questions in my mind, but you get the picture.  I am now searching for what my life means, and what God wants me to do with this life He gave me.  It is all very hurtful to think about all this, but I just want to be certain about what I will be remembered for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to live my life out, making a difference for the Kingdom.  I want to be remembered for loving God with all my heart, and living every day for Him.  I want to be remembered as a person full of love and life.  I want to be remembered as a caring, compassionate, hard working woman.  I need to start living my life as God wants me to.  As I begin to learn about this, please pray for God's guidance to be known to me.  I feel lost now, and I need His direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This leaves me with one final question... How will you be remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-6405529028808853899?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/6405529028808853899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=6405529028808853899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6405529028808853899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6405529028808853899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-funeral.html' title='My Funeral'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-2152019297725501946</id><published>2009-04-05T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:56:29.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is my purpose?</title><content type='html'>I had a great day today.  I went to church with my friends, and it was a good sermon.  It really opened my eyes to all my weaknesses (like I really needed that, right?  I guess that's a weakness...).  While there, I had a thought that has kind of taken over my day...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is my purpose in life?  Do I have a talent or gift that God has given me to use to glorify Him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I can glorify God in everything I do, when it is pleasing to Him.  I just feel as if I am normal and have nothing great to give Him.  I want to feel as if I am fully useful for God, which I don't feel.  I know that I need to give that to God, and have been for a while, but I am not feeling the answer.  I want so badly to have a talent or be good at something that will show God's blessings to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is my purpose?  What is it that God wants me to do?  This will be my struggle for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if this is hard to follow.  I'm pretty darn tired after a busy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-2152019297725501946?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/2152019297725501946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=2152019297725501946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/2152019297725501946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/2152019297725501946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-my-purpose.html' title='What is my purpose?'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-4270048325473121386</id><published>2009-04-04T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:07:40.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow me to explain myself...</title><content type='html'>These past few days I have felt that I am needing to explain my actions to quite a few people.  So, here is something that I've had to elaborate on lately.  I want to be as clear as I can be via internet...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not Catholic, Episcopal or any other religion/denomination that partakes in Lent.  I am not someone that participates in Lent because others are, as it is so cool to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take part in Lent for myself and my relationship with Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As many people know, Lent is the observance and recognition of Christ's 40 days in the desert, where he was tempted by Satan.  There are many rituals and acts that are associated with Lent among various religions/denominations, but most (if not all) deal with giving up something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, that 'something' must have meaning, and needs to be something that you enjoy greatly; something that if you did not do it, it would cause sadness, disappointment, or an extreme longing.  I have struggled with some purchasing and spending money on things I don't need.  It may seem silly to most people, but I have given up purchasing purses/bags/luggage, jewelry, and fast food on my work days.  A lot of my friends know how much I love to buy purses.  I have a lot.  My family knows I love to buy jewelry, as I have more rings than hands AND toes.  I am the only one who knows that I eat fast food every evening on my way home from work.  These things take a lot of thought, time, and money, if you can believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I give something up for Lent, it causes me to be sad for a certain amount of time, but that is the reason I give it up.  With that sadness, I pray. When I want to do that one thing, I pray.  When I am tempted, I pray.  Jesus was tempted by Satan, and prayed. Jesus was alone and without essentials, and he prayed.  This, again, is a fast.  When I want these things, I pray.  I pray for God to take it away, yes, but I also pray for Him to focus my thoughts on something that can glorify Him and his Kingdom.  This actually teaches me to cast my eyes on God throughout the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, even though most of what I give up is minute, I still feel what its like to want.  Even though this is by choice.  I am extremely thankful for being as blessed as I am.  This also reminds me to thank God for what He's given me to use to glorify Him.  This is in no way a likely comparison to what Jesus suffered in those 40 days, but it does teach me a lot about myself and God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people that are of the same or similar denomination as I look down upon me for taking part in Lent. It isn't a part of our Easter celebrations, but I don't do it because my religion dictates me to do it.  I do it for me.  I can choose to not do it, and I'm perfectly fine.  I do it because, each time, I learn more about myself and God.  Most of the time, I continue my 'fast' beyond Easter, but that is for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that I haven't offended anyone with this post.  I just wanted to explain where I come from in my Lent-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-4270048325473121386?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/4270048325473121386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=4270048325473121386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/4270048325473121386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/4270048325473121386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/04/allow-me-to-explain-myself.html' title='Allow me to explain myself...'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-7181817876300106068</id><published>2009-03-14T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:54:26.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, it has been a long while since I updated.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I ran another 1/2 marathon at Disney World.  Mom and I took the weekend off and went while I ran the Princess Half Marathon.  It was so very nice and I had a great time.  I will say that this was my favorite race thus far.  It seemed so magical and didn't seem like 13.1 miles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I got the news that I was chosen for the Unit Supervisor job.  After over 2 months of worry, I was almost ready to give up.  I wanted the position, and it seemed that everyone was on the fence about me and the other candidates.  It actually hurt that people didn't have that much confidence in us to make the decision sooner.   I am not the only one that feels this way.  It doesn't matter now they have made the announcement.  Now, I am just worried about fulfilling the duties that the job entails.  There will be more responsibility and I like that, but I have a massive fear of failure, so I think that will keep me on my toes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I have been dealing with my insecurities lately, I am confused about life.  I have many people around me questioning why I do certain things.  Why am I single?  I can say its not by choice, but it really is.  There have been some possibilities that have not been what I wanted, so I chose to be single rather than to be with someone I am not made for.  Why do you go to Disney World so often?  Is it to show people I have a little money I can use on myself? No.  I love going to a place where you are swimming  in happiness and care-free life.  Who wouldn't want to go to a place where there is not a worry in the world, and everything is based on pure cheer and positivity?  I am truly blessed to be able to go to as often as I do, and I never take that for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has really blessed me and brought me back to my happy self.  I went to my "Disney Crack" and got my "high", but I think my prayers were answered.  I am in need of patience for my happiness, and He gave it to me.  Being alone as long as I have can really wear a girl down, but God has given me comfort and made me happy with who and I am and being alone.  Years ago, I never had a problem with it, only recently has it been an issue. I am now back to that, and I couldn't have done it without God.  Instead of praying for what I want, I have learned to pray for patience in finding what God wants for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as I begin my journey through entry-level management, I will need prayer and God's had to deal with the opposition from others, as well as myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-7181817876300106068?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/7181817876300106068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=7181817876300106068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/7181817876300106068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/7181817876300106068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-it-has-been-long-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-5471756385113877187</id><published>2009-02-15T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:17:13.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It all started with lip gloss...</title><content type='html'>The title has almost nothing to do with this blog post, but I have been on a mission to finding the perfect lip gloss.  Some of my coworkers seem to think that my look seems to be lacking some luster... in the form of shimmering lips, apparently.  So, they gave me some, which I have been wearing daily to try this out.  I have not really felt that anything has changed in my life since starting this experiment, but I have decided something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pointed out to me last night that I am a negative person.  No, I don't live in seclusion, wear black, or sit at home and mope and be angry at life and God.  I am what was described as "happy-go-lucky," but I do have a negative attitude about things:&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I lack the ability to do anything well (i.e. have a relationship, my job, get this new position, etc).&lt;br /&gt;I do not see the positive in myself, nor do I believe that harbor many good qualities that people like in a person.&lt;br /&gt;I believe society as a whole is something that cannot be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's many other beliefs I have that are negative, but the first one is my biggest struggle.  I have no faith in myself, and, it seems, in God sometimes.  I know its wrong, and thus, my new fast!  I already have gone on a dating fast, and that didn't get me very far.  So now, I will be going on a "negative thought fast."  I need to change this aspect of myself in order to move on in life and better myself.  I was told by a good friend that it seems I am not willing to work on making myself a better person.  This is my attempt at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that the title of this blog can be applied to this post.  I was willing to take 2 seconds out of my day to apply lip gloss to help how I looked, which gave me a little umph to change my thought processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a new me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-5471756385113877187?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/5471756385113877187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=5471756385113877187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/5471756385113877187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/5471756385113877187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-all-started-with-lip-gloss.html' title='It all started with lip gloss...'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-1641487614301109702</id><published>2009-02-12T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:15:07.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By Your Side - Tenth Avenue North&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;Why are you striving these days&lt;br /&gt;Why are you trying to earn grace&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying&lt;br /&gt;Let me lift up your face&lt;br /&gt;Just don't turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you looking for love&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough&lt;br /&gt;To where will you go child&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where will you run&lt;br /&gt;To where will you run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fall&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;And please don't fight&lt;br /&gt;These hands that are holding you&lt;br /&gt;My hands are holding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these hands and my side&lt;br /&gt;They swallowed the grave on that night&lt;br /&gt;When I drank the world's sin&lt;br /&gt;So I could carry you in&lt;br /&gt;And give you life&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;And I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fall&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;And please don't fight&lt;br /&gt;These hands that are holding you&lt;br /&gt;My hands are holding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;And I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fall&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;And please don't fight&lt;br /&gt;These hands that are holding you&lt;br /&gt;My hands are holding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;And I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fall&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;And please don't fight&lt;br /&gt;These hands that are holding you&lt;br /&gt;My hands are holding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fall&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;And please don't fight&lt;br /&gt;These hands that are holding you&lt;br /&gt;My hands are holding you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was getting in the car today to eat lunch with my Grandmother at her weekly luncheon for old people (haha!), and this song was playing.  It had just started.  The second stanza is what really grabbed my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why are you looking for love&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough&lt;br /&gt;To where will you go child&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where will you run&lt;br /&gt;To where will you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why am I really looking for love?  Not meaning just the romantic kind, but with building more friends or seeking praise from those around me.  Why do I need more than what I already have?  Got is enough, and I should feel that He is.  Where am I running to?  Where can I go that has more love than God?  Nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to getting back into reading my Twilight books.  I finished the third one, Eclipse, which I had neglected to finish for a while.  They are amazing books!  The main character, Edward, is pretty much a perfect partner, and he harbors qualities that I am looking for in a husband. I know God has a plan for that part of my life (as with every other part of my life), and so I have been surrendering all wants regarding a relationship to God.  He will place that man in my life when its right.  I can't fight it or try to change it.  I must let it happen in God's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have GNO (Girl's Night Out) with some girls from work, and I'm very excited about it.  We haven't had one in quite a while, so there will be plenty of venting about work and things, plus some good food and a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-1641487614301109702?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/1641487614301109702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=1641487614301109702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/1641487614301109702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/1641487614301109702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/02/by-your-side-tenth-avenue-north-why-are.html' title=''/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-1714776807240750036</id><published>2009-02-10T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:52:40.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't title this post, because I do not feel creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the second interview for the job I want at work. It went well, and I felt good leaving the interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem begins on what my supervisor discussed with me the evening before.  Basically, what I walked away feeling, was defeat.  I felt like my supervisor has no confidence in me in the role I want, or even the role I'm in.  I felt like I have no support from him after that.  Why does he keep me at the charge role if he doesn't think I'll do a job that is pretty similar?  It makes no sense to me.  I will not do the job if I don't get the promotion.  There is no point in doing a job that is extremely similar (but more than now, because he wants the charge nurses to do almost everything this new position does), and dealing with a lot more crap and more responsibilities, and not get compensated for it.  I partially mean money, but mainly support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, in all this, it is if God wants me in this role.  There are many others applying, and if I don't get it, people will know.  That will be difficult, but I will be taught humility.  It will be very hard, but I am going to cling to God and follow what he wants from me.  Right now, when I'm feeling defeated, I need God the most.  Its not a matter of getting this job, but its to make my heart right.  I need to start casting all these ill-feelings on God.  He can take them all away. The hardest part is giving up control to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my biggest struggle in a while.  Please pray for my continuing to trust the Lord and being content with what happens, since it is His plan for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-1714776807240750036?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/1714776807240750036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=1714776807240750036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/1714776807240750036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/1714776807240750036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-title-this-post-because-i-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-6394921296926044907</id><published>2009-02-04T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:17:05.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She works hard for the money!</title><content type='html'>This week, I am working 5 days!  The other charge nurse is out on vacation, and this seems like a great  opportunity to make a little more money.  I have other things going on that will let me earn some extra cash, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last update, I received a call back from the HR department at the hospital wanting to schedule a time to meet with our Chief Nursing Officer and the VP of HR for the unit supervisor position.  I was pretty darn happy about that.  I don't know if everyone goes through the whole process, of if the group interview last week went well, but I have one more chance to sell myself for this position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that regard, there has been some talk about me at work, I have come to find out.  I was informed that a lot of the staff think I am lazy and do not do anything.  They don't want me in charge, but want someone else in charge.  It really hurt my feelings.  I tried not to let it, but when I know in my heart I go out there and do my best each day, and it still isn't enough to make people happy, really hurts.  The other day when we were short staffed and Laura, the asst. director came in to help, and I had the worst cramps I've ever had and felt like fainting for about 2 hours, I felt horrible that I couldn't do more to help out.  I know I'm not as good as the other charge nurse in regards to doing 800,000 things at once, but I ask people if they need anything, they say no.  How else am I supposed to help you, without you telling me what you want me to do?  One thing was doing discharges, well, I do them when I can, or if we need to get the patients out fast.  I just wish nurses would do what they are supposed to do, so I can do what I need to do to help the unit.  I can't be doing everyone else's jobs, plus mine, plus filling in for those who are sick.  I don't have the time.  I get no recognition for it, not even a "good job" or "thanks" from anyone.  All my efforts go unseen, and, over time, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Words of Affirmation type of person.  I feel loved and appreciated when people tell me good things about me.  That is the cheapest way to show appreciation to someone, and that is what drives me.  I wish people would understand that no matter what position you hold, verbalizing a job well done goes a long way in productivity, and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep praying that I feel appreciated and that I AM appreciated.  Sometimes I just want to bail on this job, but I don't, because I want to help people. God knows my heart, and I hope he heals it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-6394921296926044907?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/6394921296926044907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=6394921296926044907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6394921296926044907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6394921296926044907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-works-hard-for-money.html' title='She works hard for the money!'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-6481090593967484739</id><published>2009-01-30T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:49:27.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been too long!</title><content type='html'>Man, so much has happened since my last update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to Disney World with my mom for my birthday.  It was so fantastic!  We went to Animal Kingdom when we arrived and did Expedition Everest a few times and did Its Tough To Be a Bug.  Dinosaur had a really long wait to we opted not to do it, since we were going in Jan.  We then went to MGM (or as its called now, Disney's Hollywood Studios) to see the Osborne Family Spectacle of Dancing Lights.  We were there when they turned them on, which was amazingly awesome!  It was like herding cattle getting through the Streets of America, but it was so brilliant.  Every 10 minutes the lights would dance, in time, to Christmas songs!  That was neat.  We stayed there for about an hour, then left to go Magic Kingdom because, well, it was my birthday!  Whey wouldn't I want to be at the most magical place ever on my birthday?  So we went, and met up with my friend Bethany.  We saw Wishes from Fantasyland (my favorite thing!) and called it a night.  Then we went back to MGM to do what we like to do (Toy Story Mania, Rockin Roller Coaster and Tower of Terror) and then went to Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party!  That was really fun.  I always enjoy Christmas at Disney World.  Our last day, we went to Epcot and did that for a while.  At opening, the entire rope drop area for Soarin sang Happy Birthday to me!!  It was great!  It was the best birthday I ever had, even better than the year before, where I was in Paris!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went back as a family in January for a week!  We stayed at POP Century, right next door to the room we had in September!  How freakily spooky was that?  Anyway, we had some good times before Saturday, when mom did the half marathon!  The next day, dad and I did the full marathon!  Some people cringe when I say how many miles it is (26.2), but it isn't just a physical experience.  The mental challenge it was at about mile 19 was probably the hardest.  There were times where I thought I was going to give up, but I wanted that Medal.  It seems silly that I wanted something so materialistic, but it is what pushed me through.  Miles 18-20 were rather lonely.  That is where I started talking to God.   I asked him for endurance and strength, not just physically, but mentally.  I got really close to Him out there between Animal Kingdom and MGM.  It opened my eyes and my heart, and I do believe I have changed because of those few miles.  It seems silly, but you don't know until you experience it.  If it took me running 19 miles to hear God again, then that is what it took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my body was sore.  Dad had massive blisters on his feet, and caused him to miss out on some fun, but he had fun anyway.  I am so proud of all of us.  My time was behind official time, so I technically didn't finish according to the computers, but there's no mistake that I crossed that finish line and did 26.2 full miles.  The time doesn't mean anything to me (even though it did at first).  I have the medal.  I have the right to say, "I did a marathon."  Jeff Galloway, who developed the Galloway Running Method (which I use) was doing his 16 marathon at Disney.  He said that only 1 tenth of 1 percent of people can say they finished a marathon.  I have now joined that club, and feel honored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you ask, what is next?  When I left Disney World on January 13, I didn't know when I'd be back again.  Well, I want to participate in the Coast to Coast challenge.  If you finish the Full or Half Disney World Marathon, or the Princess Half Marathon at Disney World AND the Disneyland Half Marathon in the same calendar year, you will get a special medal.  Yes, once again, for the materialistic medal!  But it wold be fun to say I've done a half marathon in Florida and California!  Plus, I get to vacation while there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am going to Disney World with my mother in March!  We are staying at a new resort for us, Caribbean Beach Resort.  It is a host resort for the weekend, so we will have all our travel to the Expo and to the race taken care of!  I am so excited, and I can't wait!  My half marathon time in November was well under the required time for the Princess, so we hope it will help!  I am doing the Cowtown 10K 8 days before my race, so that will do good for my endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto my little bit of life!&lt;br /&gt;Work is going.  Our census has been high almost constantly, which means, staffing problems.  There are ridiculous rumors going around about staff that need to stop.  I interviewed for the Unit Supervisor position yesterday.  I have determined that if it is in God's will that I get the position, then awesome.  If I don't get it, I will start praying about where He wants me to go, whether it be stepping down and taking on patients on my unit, or going to another unit, or just going to another hospital.  I am tired of thinking what is right for me, and I am going to start relying on what is right from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a Daily Bible everyday.  This is something I have been wanting to do for a while, and right now seems to be the perfect time for it.  Unlike a lot of Daily Bibles I was looking at, this is a different version, that makes it like a story, plus, each day has passages from the Old Testament, Psalms, Proverbs, and the New Testament.  I felt like it would be easier, and I would get more out of it if it just wasn't going  in order starting in Genesis all the way to Revelation.  I have enjoyed doing it, and I will continue to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love life, right now, is nil.  I have met some great men lately, but I haven't really felt a good connection with them, and they most likely haven't felt it with me either.  That is ok.  I am beginning to accept that it is OK to be single again.  I have mellowed in my attitude and personality, and am beginning to mature.  I am going to focus on what God wants for my life, instead of making my life my own.  When God's opportunity rears its head, I will know, because it will be blessed by Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long post, but that is ok.  I know that no one will read this, and that's ok too.  I'm just putting this out there, on the off chance that someone will read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time~&lt;br /&gt;ºoº Morgan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-6481090593967484739?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/6481090593967484739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=6481090593967484739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6481090593967484739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6481090593967484739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-has-been-too-long.html' title='It has been too long!'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-376507946452460688</id><published>2008-12-07T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:52:08.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season...</title><content type='html'>Hello, all (even though no one reads this blog)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, according to my countdown clock, I have 5 days and 14 hours until I leave for my Birthday Trip to Disney World!  I really have been so busy with work and life that I haven't had time to even get excited.  Isn't that sad?  Maybe it just hasn't hit me yet, that I am going to be at DISNEY WORLD on my birthday!  I made sure I will be able to make it to Magic Kingdom ON my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked Magical Express for our trip to save us some money.  We are are not going to spend any time away from the parks really, so it would have been a waste to rent a car.  We will probably grab some lunch at the airport and eat it on the way to the hotel, much like we did in September.  The weather looks to be almost perfect!  Highs in the mid to upper 70s and lows in the mid to upper 50s.  It will probably be capris and t-shirts during the day, adding a sweater for the evenings.  It sounds almost perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for the 3 days will be to catch the Magical Express bus to the resort, which is Port Orleans French Quarter and check in.  We haven't stayed at this resort in over 10 years, so it will be interesting to see what has changed or stayed the same.  After we check in, and hoping our room is ready, we will head on over to Animal Kingdom to ride Expedition Everest and some of our other favorites.  The Christmas parade at AK is the Mickey's Jammin' Jingle Jungle Parade.  Its very cute and we want to see that.  We'll stay there until the parade is over, then we will head on over to Disney's Hollywood Studios.  There, we will try to do some of our favorite rides at least once, but our main goal is the Osborne Family Spectacle of Dancing Lights.  We haven't seen them since 2005, so that will be fun.  This year, the lights 'dance' to music every so often, so that will be a sight!  We will stay there unitl it closes or until we're finished with the lights, then head on over to Magic Kingdom.  It is open until 11, so we could possibly do some things we like to do.  It will be a long day, but its the type of day I like for Disney and I wouldn't be able to imagine a better birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we will have breakfast with my friend, Bethany, from New York.  We will eat at the POFQ food court, then head on over to DHS to have do the Toy Story Ride Through with some people from Intercot/Mouse-aid.  We will do some other things we didn't get to do at DHS, then head to Beach Club for lunch at Beaches N Cream.  Hopefully Bethany will be able to join us for that.  We will then go to DTD for a little bit of shopping.  When we're done there, we'll go to MK for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party!  We'll stay there until park closing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, we will hit Epcot at opening and do all we like to do there.  If we have more time, we may go to MK or DTD again, depending on what we missed.  All this should keep us pretty busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my life goes... there has been so much going on!  I have dated a few people, with little positive results.  Either I'm not feeling it, or they're not feeling it.  It happens.  It gets me down a bit, but I bounce back quickly, finding someone else to go out with!  I'm having a blast meeting people and learning about others and learning about myself.  Each person I go out with teaches me something new about myself.  I'm learning so much, and hopefully all this dating will pay off soon.  I'm ready to find that someone.  Sometimes I don't act like it, but I do think that when the right person comes along, I will want to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading the Twilight Series, and the main character, Edward, is an amazing person.  He is someone that I would want in my life;  someone that will ground me and lead me to what I need to do and what would make me a better person.  I think I am looking for my own Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this said, the other evening, I had a dream about the guy from work.  It wasn't a nasty dream or a nightmare or anything, it was this guy, as Edward.  It wasn't romantic at all, but there was some serious closeness, emotionally.  It makes it really hard to see this guy any other way now.  He has invaded my subconcious and has, unknowingly, toyed with my emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been insane!  I am on day shift now as a charge nurse.  I have been working a lot of days, and splitting shifts with the other charge nurse.  It has been very tiring, but I tend to have fun at work.  I like the people on days, and I like who I am on days.  I am a happier person, plus I have a normal schedule!  Its amazing how much that makes a difference in my attitude.  I love working days.  I don't think I would go back to night shift, unless I had to.  I love day shift so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have written a ton here, I'll close on this.  My next post should be after my BIRTHDAY trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-376507946452460688?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/376507946452460688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=376507946452460688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/376507946452460688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/376507946452460688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season...'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-7480053597150138711</id><published>2008-10-20T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:53:51.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to really say...</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to say on this post, but when this happens, I tend to not ever post again!  This is my way of keeping this blog alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my friend, Amanda,  and I went to San Antonio.  There were some ups and some downs.... usually on the extremes!  I had a good time, but it was extremely tiring.  I learned a lot about myself on this trip, and so I have a lot to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back from SA, I went to the New Kids On The Block concert!  This was so much fun!  I hadn't had that much fun at a concert in a while!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the love life goes, its nil at the moment. Prospects dwindle by the day, which is alright.  I'm more disappointed in missing out on making new friends.  Oh well.  Things will happen when they are supposed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided that I am going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;begin&lt;/span&gt; to work on a Master's Degree.  Its a Liberal Arts degree in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Interprofessional&lt;/span&gt; Human and Health Services from the University of Oklahoma!  I want to start in the Fall of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Disney front, I have nothing really to update.  I talked Amanda's ear off about Disney Cruises, but she asked the questions first!  I can't wait for my cruise in June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.  I know no one reads it, but I'll still write like someone does!  Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-7480053597150138711?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/7480053597150138711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=7480053597150138711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/7480053597150138711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/7480053597150138711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-to-really-say.html' title='Nothing to really say...'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-6148677332742361294</id><published>2008-10-16T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:22:30.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>57 days until December 13!</title><content type='html'>That's right!  less than 2 months until I go to Disney World for my birthday!  I haven't been to a Disney park on my birthday... EVER!  This little 3 day trip is probably the hardest to plan!  That weekend is also the same weekend that quite a few of my Intercot friends will be there, too.  There are so many things I want to see, as well as see them, which makes it really hard to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have Animal Kingdom (AK) planned for when we get there.  Mom and I will be there for our favorite rides and the Jammin' Jingle Jungle Parade.  Then, we plan to check in to Port Orleans French Quarter (POFQ), then head to MGM (now its Disney's Hollywood Studios) for the Osborne Family Spectacle of Dancing Lights. I think we will probably get there before the lights start, to try and get some looking around done.  We'll spend as much time as we want at the lights, which could be a long time!  Hopefully the lights will come on around 6, so then we'll have a few hours to check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I think we may try to meet up with some Intercot people at the Magic Kingdom (MK). Its open until 11, so we may try to do that, depending on how tired we are.  I know mom may not want to do that, but she will probably do whatever I want to do, since its my birthday trip!  I want to be at MK on my birthday, and this will make my dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my Intercot friends (JQU) have a ride through planned for MGM for the new ride, Toy Story Mania.  This actually is a pretty good deal for us, as we can ride some more rides we didn't get in the night before, plus hang out with everyone, before most of them leave.  We'll do that for a few hours, then I will want to go to Downtown Disney (DTD) and do some shopping.  I know it will be crowded, so we'll have to have a little time there.  If that doesn't sound good, there's always Monday.  After DTD or whatever we want to do, we'll go on over to MK for the Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party (MVMCP).  This has everything!  The parade is the Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Parade (its most of what you see on Christmas Morning!).  They also have a special Holiday Wishes fireworks show, which is great too.  This officially lasts from 7 until midnight, but you can enter at 4 with the party ticket.  This isn't a big deal to us, but it is for those who have the base Magic Your Way tickets.  We will absorb everything they have during the party, which is also all of their main, most popular rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This party is just so happy (or should I say Merry)!  You watch, every Christmas Morning on TV, the parade from Disney World, seeing those Toy Soldiers and the Reigndeer.  I never thought I would get to see them. In 2003, I finally saw them in person, and it made me so, so happy!  They are my absolute favorite things at Disney.  There is nothing that makes me happier at Disney World than seeing those two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I have planned for us to go to Epcot and do what we like to do there, plus maybe check out the Holidays Around the World.  This is where the countries in the World Showcase (WS) have their symbol of Christmas (ie, America: Santa Claus), tell about Christmas in their countries.  Its very interesting, but time consuming.  We will probably try to just hit a few, and walk the WS around to the International Gateway (IG)  to eat at Beaches N Cream.  That is one of our favorite places to eat at Disney World!  We didn't get a chance to hit it last time, we we'll have to try this time.  Its at the Beach Club Resort, and we can access it from the IG.  Its a short walk from there.   If we don't happen to make it there, we'll probably just eat at Liberty Inn at the American Adventure or the Sunshine Seasons Food Fair at the Land.  We tried that last time, and it was so amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, I'm not sure what we'll do.  If we didn't get to DTD on Saturday, we'll leave Epcot, go back to POFQ and get our car to head to DTD.  We'll leave for the airport directly from DTD when we're done.  If we had already hit DTD, we'll probably go back to MK to see the decorations during light hours.  After Epcot, we would have hit all parks, it just depends on how much time we have, and what we want to do.  We'll have to leave around 4-430 for the airport, as our flight is at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, just a 3 day trip to WDW can take a lot of planning.  Good thing Disney announces park hours 6 months in advance now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my real live stuff, I have moved to day shift for good.  I did my last night shift on Tuesday night.  The staff seem receptive, and its a whole lot different.  Their work ethic during the day is just amazing.  They take most stuff in stride, and will ask for help if they need it.  I am looking forward to working with these people.  My two day shifts were half as stressful as the one night shift I did this week.  I find that utterly amazing!  It is just purely the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least 5 people wanting to set me up on dates, and I'm excited about that!  I can't wait to just meet new people.  If things progress into something special, then I'll be extremely happy, but just to have some new friends will be great too.  There is one person that I would love to hang out with, but we'll just have to see how well that goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've written a million pages worth, I shall sign off for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-6148677332742361294?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/6148677332742361294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=6148677332742361294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6148677332742361294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/6148677332742361294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2008/10/57-days-until-december-13.html' title='57 days until December 13!'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360851742310937216.post-3790314713494669753</id><published>2008-10-11T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:25:06.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All it takes is faith, trust, and a little Pixie Dust!</title><content type='html'>Hello, there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in a very long while.  Blogging as REALLY expanded since I started blogging, about 4-5 years ago!  I know that there won't be many that read this, but that's not really the point of a blog, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my name is Morgan, and I'm a nurse in a local hospital.  I originally was going into Meteorology at the University of Oklahoma, but decided that school was not the place for me.  I came from a small high school, and the people at OU weren't as welcoming as I had hoped.  I returned to Texas and went to community college to finally decide what I wanted to do.  As I went through majors like Education and Math, I stumbled across some science courses, and did well.  I decided that I could go into nursing, and the rest is history!  I went to Texas Woman's Univeristy in Dallas, and received my BS in Nursing, graduating in the top 10% of my class.  I got a job at a small hospital and went through their Critical Care internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From April of 2007, I worked on the night shift.  In about November of that same year, things happened within the unit, and I was shoved into the position of Charge Nurse.  That was one of the biggest interpersonal and personal struggles I have been through.  Not having the support of the other nurses, nor respect has been a real issue.  Now that I finally feel that I have somewhat gained their trust in my knowledge and professionalism, I am going to day shift.  I feel like I will have to start all over again.  This may be a little different, as I was separate from most of the staff for over a year.  The transition with the staff may be easier, but the hustle and the bustle of the day shift may be difficult for me.  I'm used to the more laid back feeling of the night shift.  We shall see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to get to my favorite thing ever!  Disney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Disney World my first time at the age of 6, in 1990.  I don't remember much from that trip, except the fact that it rained a lot!  I then went when I was 8, the summer after my mother remarried, in 1992.  We then went back in 1995.  The time we went back in 1997, is the year the true fondness of the Resort actually started.  Disney turned into a new place, and I was old enough to start enjoying a lot more of the park that was meant for adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given the option of going to Hawaii for my high school graduation present, or 2 weeks at Disney World.  Most people think I'm crazy, but I chose 2 weeks at Disney!  I would still love to go to Hawaii, but a week at a beach didn't seem to fancy me.  2 weeks at Disney World would be fantastic!  But, to add on to the fun, my graduating class decided to take a cruise for our Senior Trip.  Well, would you believe it was a Disney Cruise?!  The morning after graduation, we flew to Florida, and hopped on the Cruise, and had an amazing time for 4 days!  It won me over!  After those glorious days, I flew home.  I was home a day or two, and we headed to Disney for 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip was extra special.  One reason I chose this, was so my grandparents could come along.  I am very close to them, so spending this special time in my life with them was a must.  We stayed a week and a half in their camper at Fort Wilderness Campground.  It was so nice.  It was quiet and we were able to return whenever we wanted.  We spent a lot of time at the pool and took naps there!  After my grandparents left to drive up the coast for a few weeks, we stayed at the resort I had been wanting to stay at since they opened, Disney's Boardwalk Inn!  It was fantastic!  We stayed there 3 nights, and fell in love.  Too bad its so expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That trip was so amazing.  We were able to take our time and enjoy everything we've always wanted to do.  We were even able to see a Space Shuttle Lauch from NASA!  Since my grandfather actually worked on parts for the space program (space walk equipment, heat sheild for the shuttle), this was a special treat, especially for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that trip, I was officially obsessed!  I joined a message board on a website called Intercot, and it has fed my obsession for about 6 years now! I have learned so much from that website, and have made some lifelong friends.  From that site, I learned about Annual Passes, WDW during the holidays, how to save a lot of money at Disney, how to see what I want and when I want, among other things!  I was able to learn about things before your general vacationer did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that 2 week vacation and joining Intercot, I have been to Disney World 8 more times.  I have also taken two more Disney Cruises, and been to Disneyland in California and Paris!  You can say that it really is an obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intercot has made a community of people like me.  People in the everyday world at work and in public in general tend to look down upon people who go to Disney World a lot.  They think we're immature and are little kid-like.  I have to tell you, that is not the truth.  There is something about Disney World that is just amazing.  There is always something to do, for every type of personality!  Plus, if you stay on property, you are in a world that is secluded from the real world.  You are taken away from hate, evil, and all worries.  You can be a kid again, without having to worry or care about a single thing.  Maybe that is why I love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now that I have rambled on for a super long time, I will close this post.  This blog is meant to be my outlet, complaining about work and life, but mostly to voice my plans for Disney, as well as maybe help some of you plan your Disney trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3360851742310937216-3790314713494669753?l=disneydazed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/feeds/3790314713494669753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3360851742310937216&amp;postID=3790314713494669753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/3790314713494669753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3360851742310937216/posts/default/3790314713494669753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disneydazed.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-it-takes-is-faith-trust-and-little.html' title='All it takes is faith, trust, and a little Pixie Dust!'/><author><name>DisneyDazed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06828449615777370861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6xxuMjbMFvU/SPCefJHkdaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cpTXjWBUdUA/S220/WDWSept2008+341.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
