<?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-7248886049542628248</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:05:34.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>My story while working at Disney World and whatever follows afterwards.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-1991945734809760575</id><published>2011-05-02T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T23:57:55.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I bought a house!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1t4xrkWHqg/Tb98_Yrt03I/AAAAAAAAARg/Y4697mh0hbY/s1600/SDC12937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602333889871598450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1t4xrkWHqg/Tb98_Yrt03I/AAAAAAAAARg/Y4697mh0hbY/s320/SDC12937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6zfoZUv3kVo/Tb98Dgq4slI/AAAAAAAAARY/ICusKbEhxpI/s1600/SDC12946.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On April 28th 2011 I bought my first house! Holy crap! It's been almost 3 years since I graduated from college and I am now grown up enough to own a home. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house I bought was a mess so it's going to take some time to fix it. I spent all weekend with my wonderful loving family cleaning and painting. It is truly incredible what a coat of paint can do. My home looks 200% better and we're only getting started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful to my family who have helped and supported me on this journey. I am blessed and continuously reminded of said blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my thoughts now center around light fixtures, door knobs, paint colors, new flooring and random other home fixer upper projects. A month ago I thought Home Depot was a boring store. It's now one of my favorite places to go. I am also sure that Home Depot will be very happy to have me a customer with as much as I'm spending in there. It is all completly and totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other news not about me - my brother passed his last big test in the military! From what I understand this means that he will be able to be deployed and won't get kicked out the armed forces as a failure. That's pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother also got leave to come home next month so that we can celebrate my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary. My best friends are also coming in from Scotland to be a part of that celebration. I am truly looking forward to this party. I can't believe that my grandparents have been married for so long. I come from a long line of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once all the repairs are finished I will update with pictures of before and after so everyone can see the finished product compared to how it started. Byes!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7248886049542628248-1991945734809760575?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1991945734809760575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=1991945734809760575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1991945734809760575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1991945734809760575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-bought-house.html' title='I bought a house!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E1t4xrkWHqg/Tb98_Yrt03I/AAAAAAAAARg/Y4697mh0hbY/s72-c/SDC12937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-1454393574183062721</id><published>2011-04-02T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:14:21.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bethany!!</title><content type='html'>I just got to talk to my friend Bethany for an hour!! It was phenomenal!! I love her SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much!! So, between talking to Bethany and going to a Milligan fundraiser last night, I really miss Milligan. I don't so much miss the school/test aspects of it but I &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; miss the community and social life. I miss all of my Milligan friends. I wish I could keep in touch with all of them but life as well as distance makes that difficult. Unfortunately. :( I'm debating going to Homecoming again this fall but I'm not sure if I'll be able to this year. Since I'm running a half marathon a few weeks before I will have to see how my leave works out. Hopefully I'll be able to do both. My home inspection is scheduled for Tuesday. So long as there are no hiccups I will settle at the end of this month. I'm loving the year 2011!!!! Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-1454393574183062721?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1454393574183062721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=1454393574183062721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1454393574183062721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1454393574183062721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2011/04/bethany.html' title='Bethany!!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-8700701154788036897</id><published>2011-03-25T14:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:21:30.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Overdue Update</title><content type='html'>Due to a recent request to update my blog I have come back to Blogland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since my last update, here are the big things that have happened since last I was here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My brother joined the U.S. Air Force in February 2010 and graduated from BMT (Basic Military Training) in April 2010. He is now stationed in Texas working as a Life Support Tech for the C130s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went to visit Matt and Bailey Roberts in Scotland and got trapped due to the volcano eruption in Iceland. So I got an extra week with them last year. It was amazing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Disney several times to visit my friend Bree. The most recent trip was to Disneyland, California where I had never been before. It was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I have started training for the Disney World Wine and Dine Half Marathon in October. I'm kind of excited about running :) Those of you who know me know that I'm not normally a big fan of running by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The biggest update is that I have made an offer on a house!! It's a three bedroom condo in Annapolis, MD. Settlement should be concluded by the end of next month. So by the first of May I should be an official home owner!! Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the biggest things that have happened in my life. I will try to update more often than I have before. Of course, reminders will help as well if I start to lapse ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-8700701154788036897?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8700701154788036897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=8700701154788036897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/8700701154788036897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/8700701154788036897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2011/03/way-overdue-update.html' title='Way Overdue Update'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-334887740451580039</id><published>2009-10-12T19:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:40:45.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Time!!  Woot!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been away from blog land for so long but I've had a slightly hectic couple of weeks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Tuesday, I was promoted from part time to full time with a new title and responsibilities.  It's SOOOOOOOOO cool!  I'm actually using my major!  Isn't that amazing!?!  I'm a Compliance Specialist working on updating e-billed budgets.  It's a hectic job but I am enjoying it to the utmost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on keeping my waitress jobs on the weekends just as a hobby because full days off get slightly boring to me.  This will change I'm sure but for now that's my plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to talk to my best friends in Scotland about once a week or every other week so we can keep up with each other even though we are a time zone and an ocean apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this month, I'm going out dressed up for Halloween with some of my friends.  I think this will be the first Halloween that I'm going out dressed up but not to go Trick or Treating.  Talk about growing up and slight culture shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 23 later this month and I'm full time a year after college with benefits and I love my life!  Go me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my life in a nutshell.  I'll try to keep updating but I make no promises because I now have a real job, a hobby job and a slight social life so this is not a priority; it's about 19th on my list of things to do.  I think this is best because I would rather be out living my life so that I can have lots to update when I get back to blog land instead of rambling about nothing.  Byes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-334887740451580039?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/334887740451580039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=334887740451580039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/334887740451580039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/334887740451580039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2009/10/full-time-woot.html' title='Full Time!!  Woot!!!!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-987524435899938791</id><published>2009-08-30T09:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:41:57.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Days!</title><content type='html'>So, I have officially started a new job.  I'm working at a law firm called Wilson Elser in downtown D.C. as a part time file clerk.  It's a complex job but it isn't hard.  There is tons of stuff to do so I'll never be bored and the day flies past because of all the stuff there is to do.  I'm going to love it.  Also, they promote from within the company so there is room for me to move up.  This may actually be a career!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin went off to college this past week.  It's going to be good for her.  She's asking me all kinds of college questions and it makes me smile that I have someone to pass on my college advice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friends move to Scotland in 9 days!  And I get to visit them there in a few months!!!!  That will be a grand adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for Orlando for a weekend in November so I can see another of my best friends.  I get to visit Disney again after months apart!  Woot woo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Ren Fair for opening weekend yesterday.  Apart from a 2 hour break, I spent the whole day there.  It was the first time my little boys have ever gone and it was fun watching them have a whole new experience.  We made plans to go again next year too.  I love that place it makes me very happy.  And people watching there is just amazingly entertaining.  I'm taking my dad there in October because he's never been.  I'm not quite sure how he's managed not to go before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for now.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-987524435899938791?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/987524435899938791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=987524435899938791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/987524435899938791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/987524435899938791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-days.html' title='Happy Days!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-1961060863289463480</id><published>2009-08-11T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:00:36.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a super long time since I've updated.  I moved home to Bowie successfully and secured a job as a waitress at Smokey Bones.  I'm happy to have that job at least but I am still looking for something more full time/permanent and in my field.  If anyone knows of any accounting jobs that are entry level please let me know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Events since coming home:&lt;br /&gt;1. My cousin graduated high school and is going off to college in a few weeks.  This was the first opportunity I've had to pass on college wisdom.  It was fun in a geeky kind of way&lt;br /&gt;2. My other cousin started driving.  She turns 16 next month and can then get an official license. Ahh!  Kind of scary...&lt;br /&gt;3. My parents celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary.  My brother and I threw them a party that went off well (if I do say so myself).  My parents are an inspiration.  Seriously, 25 years of being married!  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;4. My brother joined the Airforce!!!!!!!!  It's really exciting.  I've never seen him this driven or excited about anything.  Our entire family is just over the moon about this.&lt;br /&gt;5. My 2 best friends are moving to Scotland in a few weeks.  Amazing!!!  I'm trying to save up money so that I can go visit in April during their Spring Break from grad school.  I will graciously accept any donations to the Scotland fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a brief synopsis of life.  I've reconnected with old friends from high school which is fun.  It's incredible seeing how we're still the same people but at the same time observing how much we've grown in 5 years.  At the moment I'm waiting on hearing back about a job interview from last week.  Here's to crossing fingers and lots of prayers hoping that I can get a real grown up job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-1961060863289463480?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1961060863289463480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=1961060863289463480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1961060863289463480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1961060863289463480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-4199409256013545837</id><published>2009-03-23T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:26:34.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>13 days!!!</title><content type='html'>I have 13 days until I come home! Yipeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Can anyone tell that I'm excited?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have a showing at the house.  I'm crossing my fingers and praying like you wouldn't believe that the people coming will like the house and take it.  If that happens it saves me from paying 5 more months of rent, I have a slight chance of getting back part of my security deposit, and I will be done with everything so I can come home no strings attached!  Please pray that these people will put in an offer on the house so that I don't have to keep paying for a place that I will no longer be living in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly talking about coming home to the people at work.  They keep telling me how much they will miss me but that they are so glad that I'm going to be in a place where I will be happy.  I will have my family, my friends, a social life! *gasp* and a chance at a great job!  I can't wait to be back at the only place that has ever truly felt like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview on Monday April 6 in D.C.  So not only do I get to move home, I have an interview the day after I'm back!  How's that for a sign that this is a great idea?  I'm hoping that my interview goes well because if I get a job within a month of moving home that will be superb!  So I have lots of things to pray about.  Please help me pray for it all!  The moving home safely, the getting a job quickly, the having someone else move in as soon as possible so that I no longer stay obligated to this house and staying sane in between it all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see my home soon!  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-4199409256013545837?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4199409256013545837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=4199409256013545837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4199409256013545837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4199409256013545837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2009/03/13-days.html' title='13 days!!!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-3113451267308582260</id><published>2009-02-27T18:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:40:51.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes</title><content type='html'>So, for those of you who don't know already, I am moving home in April.  I am extremely excited about his.  It came at the right point in timeand I have finally realized where I belong and where I want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issues with this are money to move home, breaking the lease and all the fees that go with it and keeping myself from being overly prepared and packing now which would cause unpacking to occur so I can find the stuff I need.  Please pray that I can make finances work so that I can get home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once home, I need to find a job.  Yikes!  But I at least I have better chances up in Maryland than I do here.  Yet another thing to pray about.  Somehow, I know that everything will work out for the best.  I can't wait to see Maryland the beautiful again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-3113451267308582260?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3113451267308582260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=3113451267308582260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3113451267308582260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3113451267308582260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-changes.html' title='Life Changes'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-4843320063499142281</id><published>2009-02-12T19:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:22:53.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!  Finding a balance...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been almost 2 months since I updated so I may as well find the time to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas, life went on.  I worked my last week at Disney; it was a sad time and I remember crying and feeling sorry for myself a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;I then went 2 weeks without a job while trying desperatly to find another job so that I could stay in Florida. &lt;br /&gt;I went home again for Dad's side of the family Christmas.  It was a fun weekend where I tried not to dwell on the not having a job thing.  My mom's parents made my new year amazing that weekend.  At church on Sunday before we went out to lunch, my grandpa handed me a check.  I thought this check was going to be for the $50 that I spent on the Christmas decorations I got for them.  There was an extra zero on that number.  My grandparents gave me my half of the rent so that I could stay in Florida for a little longer because that's where I really wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;Later that week, I was driving with my roommate Beth to go pick up a friend of hers.  While in the car, I got a phone call from Jackson Hewitt Tax Service where I had applied the week before.  The manager, Kris, was calling to see if I could start that Friday.  He apologized for not calling sooner but he had been out of the office sick for a few days.  It was such a great moment!  I was able to breathe again!  I had a job!  I smiled all day.  He called the next day to see if I could start on Thursday instead.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've been at that job for about a month.  I'm working in the call center and it's a very relaxed atmosphere.  The group I work with is fun.  And, as a perk, because I work for them, the company is paying for me to take their tax school so that I can become a tax preparer!  Wahoo!  I have until March 31st and I'm trying very hard to motivate myself to get this done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always worried about rent lately.  I thought one person was going to move in and I was counting on them to come through and help pay.  That didn't work out at all so I had a kind of major freak out and my loving parents bailed me out.  I didn't like the idea of having to move back home because I viewed it as failure.  Then I had a great conversation with my mom where she used an analogy that she heard from her sister. &lt;br /&gt;"You know how when you balance on one foot you aren't just balancing with that foot.  The rest of your body has to adjust to help you with the balancing act.  So, don't view this as a failure.  It is merely shifting your balance."  This was exactly what I needed to hear.  And hearing it this way just made it so much better.  So, now I'm not viewing the possibility of moving home as failing; I'm merely moving to a new balance in a new space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm hoping that I can keep the balance on the foot I'm using.  I know that it will be okay if I have to use a new foot or maybe an arm.  I'm trying to make it all balance out right.  So, keep me in your thoughts and prayers and hope that I can figure out how to balance it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-4843320063499142281?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4843320063499142281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=4843320063499142281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4843320063499142281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4843320063499142281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-new-year-finding-balance.html' title='Happy New Year!  Finding a balance...'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-7618467716199714321</id><published>2008-12-29T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:12:31.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk7JjONfhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oFs_s_ssCPY/s1600-h/SDC10815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285320672955694610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk7JjONfhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oFs_s_ssCPY/s320/SDC10815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk7I8yKRaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CharoIscrDY/s1600-h/SDC10814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285320662637495714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk7I8yKRaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/CharoIscrDY/s320/SDC10814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk7IUfxX_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/A60cOLMuxyo/s1600-h/SDC10810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285320651822948338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk7IUfxX_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/A60cOLMuxyo/s320/SDC10810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm sorry to my family for all the lying that I've done for the last month and a half. I did actually get to go home for Christmas and I've known since November 1st-ish!!! It was the best Christmas Eve ever and close to my favorite Christmas; it's hard to pick a favorite Christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve was fantastic!! I got off the airplane and was picked up by my wonderful little brother. He had never been to the BWI airport before so he got to have a small little adventure of his own. First thing he said to me is "Sorry I forgot to get you a gift." To which I laughed at him and told him it was fine. He was so focused on not spoiling the surprise of me coming home that it sort of slipped his mind to get me a gift. So he took me shopping and I'm now watching my Christmas gift; Gilmore Girls with the line of "Do I have to watch it?" When I answered no he told me that I was allowed to get it. My lovely little brother ladies and gentlemen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to Christmas Eve. So, John and I get to church and we're just slightly late because my flight was delayed by a small little bit. We walked in and I made sure to hide behind John so that my Dad couldn't see me fully until I wanted him to. The coming home was for him (Mom and I orchestrated the whole plot). He was very depressed that I wouldn't be coming home. I'm glad that I got to make his year better. I came into the sanctuary and the first thing I see is Sofie, my 15 year old cousin, holding her hands over her mouth and nose with eyes as wide as could be; obviously she was glad that I came home. I then stood in the aisle with what my dad describes as a "cheshire cat grin" spread across my face. I waited until my dad's face told me that he had processed that it was actually his daughter standing there in the back of the sanctuary. He cried but managed to keep his voice level through all of liturgy for the whole service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Dad processed it was me I turned and saw my grandmother coming towards me with open arms, a huge smile and tears in her eyes. She told me "I thought you weren't coming home! What are doing here?! Does your mother know!?" I told her mom paid for the ticket. So Gramma cried into my shoulder for a few minutes. I felt very loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as there was a moment when everyone stood up and Sofie practically flew towards me to hug me. She was crying too and told me "I'm so glad that you're home! Is my makeup ok?" Typical Sofie. Love her forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my mom was able to come over and hug me she literally shoved Sofie out of the way so that she could hug me. I laughed. I love my mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once communion was being served and Grandpa came down I went over to hug him. I've never seen my grandfather sulk in 22 years but when I went over to him he said "Someone sent us a text that implied they were staying in Florida." There was so much sulking in that tone I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of service there was candle lighting and my dad was diligently lighting everyone's candle that he could. I found out later that my mom somewhat yelled at him "Go light Ashley's candle!" He pretty much ran over to me at that point. Sofie saw him coming and told me "Give me your candle!!" I did and hugged my dad for a solid 5 minutes. I remember telling him "You said that people should be at home with family on Christmas." I think I made him cry more with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk7KAN8YHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xYGKiOXD8fI/s1600-h/SDC10816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285320680739201138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk7KAN8YHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xYGKiOXD8fI/s320/SDC10816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of Christmas was floating on a cloud. Samantha was just as happy to see me as the rest of my family. It was a perfect weekend and went off just as I've been picturing since November. I have a picture of Mantha's face when she saw me. It was pretty much the same as everyone else's so it should give you an idea of my weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk8AMBSXiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/G5R5DM9V8nc/s1600-h/SDC10818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285321611620277794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk8AMBSXiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/G5R5DM9V8nc/s320/SDC10818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk8A8I817I/AAAAAAAAAP0/nYcHx0hSo_4/s1600-h/SDC10826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285321624537323442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk8A8I817I/AAAAAAAAAP0/nYcHx0hSo_4/s320/SDC10826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk8Atjr-II/AAAAAAAAAPs/qSbnL4YNynU/s1600-h/SDC10819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285321620622932098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk8Atjr-II/AAAAAAAAAPs/qSbnL4YNynU/s320/SDC10819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to see my little boys over the weekend. That was my cherry on top of a fantastic weekend. Enjoy the pictures! Byes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7248886049542628248-7618467716199714321?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7618467716199714321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=7618467716199714321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7618467716199714321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7618467716199714321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SVk7JjONfhI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oFs_s_ssCPY/s72-c/SDC10815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-7709758223837770920</id><published>2008-12-23T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:11:46.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>So, I'm updating because I'm pretty sure if I don't my mom might yell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the candlelight processional last night with Beth and Bethany.  It was &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;.  By cold, I mean that I wore a sweatshirt, hat, gloves (the last 2 I gave to Bethany because she was colder than me), long pants and close toed shoes.  The wind was what made it so cold; it was only 50!  This temperature made me realize that, while I will desperatly miss my family on Christmas I'm not so much going to miss the cold.  Especially Maryland's stupid, let's be cold but never snow philoshophy.  There's no point in it being that cold unless it's going to flipping snow!  Honestly, the world needs to understand my logic.  It would make life better and just as interesting if not more so than it is right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't heard, I'm out of a job on January 2.  My internship got cancelled.  Actually, the entire program has been cancelled.  So, I need a job.  In Florida would be the best.  If you know of anyone hiring or have a contact that I could talk with please inform me!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm in the process of cleaning the house before Beth's (my roommate) parents come in tomorrow.  During which I plan on watching Christmas movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a marvelous Christmas!  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-7709758223837770920?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7709758223837770920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=7709758223837770920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7709758223837770920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7709758223837770920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-8778610957394944770</id><published>2008-12-12T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:04:19.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Eve</title><content type='html'>So, right now I am in the secretary's office at the church where Bailey and Matt are getting married waiting for copies of the program to print.  I cannot believe that 2 of my best friends in the world are getting married tomorrow afternoon.  I couldn't make it through the rehearsal without welling up.  I am a baby, but in a good way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known Bailey going on four years now and yet, it feels like forever.  I haven't seen her in 2 months but it seems as though a day has passed; we just pick right back up where we left off.  I feel so much joy for her right now, with a small amount of jealousy working its way in.  I have watched her relationship with Matt grow from a friendship to a dating relationship to further develop into an engagement and now it has evolved into a marriage.  I am beginning to understand those "stupid" songs that make grown ups cry; songs like "Butterfly Kisses" and "She's Somebody's Hero".  Those songs embody the emotions running through me at the moment.  I know I'm not Bailey's parents and my emotions are nothing like theirs, or those of any parent who gives their child away at weddings, but she is my sister and I have a whole different kind of giving her away along with the emotions that go hand in hand with letting her go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been each other's to take care of for the four years of college and the six months after graduation.  I feel a kind of melancholy over the fact that she will no longer be mine to take care of.  We will still be there for each other, forever and for always, but now, she's Matt's.  And I cannot think of anyone better to give my best friend to.  I know he'll take care of her forever.  I hope that I find the same joy that they have found in each other and I pray that I find it soon.  But at the moment, all my focus is on my best friends and the happiness they radiate to the world this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-8778610957394944770?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8778610957394944770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=8778610957394944770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/8778610957394944770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/8778610957394944770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/12/wedding-eve.html' title='Wedding Eve'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-7155091594441517457</id><published>2008-11-16T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:43:29.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is still amazing!</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive for those of you who might think otherwise.  And I love my life!!!!!  Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got all of my Christmas shopping done at Disney and it's still November!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons my life is still amazing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My Christmas shopping is done and everything was 50% off for me!  Yay ra!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I got my maid of honor dress for Bailey's wedding and I have never felt more elegant.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I've lost weight and that is always a good feeling&lt;br /&gt;4.  My parents and my brother are coming in a week and a half!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5.  I get to take my family to the parks for 2 days while they are here!!  And we're eating at the Nine Dragons at the China pavilion!  I get to cross off another of the nice restaurants from my list!!  (I have a goal to eat at all the nice restaurants at Epcot's World Showcase.  So far I've made it through 3).&lt;br /&gt;6.  Bethany spent the night and we're going to church!&lt;br /&gt;7.  2 of my best friends are getting married to each other is 27 days!!!  Wahoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8.  Christmas music is being played on the radio and that just makes me happy!  I am my mother's child!&lt;br /&gt;9.  I got to see my roommate!!!  Work schedules keep conflicting with us seeing one another. &lt;br /&gt;10.  My house is mostly clean and it's pretty!&lt;br /&gt;11.  I still love my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all I've got.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-7155091594441517457?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7155091594441517457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=7155091594441517457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7155091594441517457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7155091594441517457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-is-still-amazing.html' title='My life is still amazing!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-7641265328507293182</id><published>2008-10-30T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:38:03.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTU6gjJBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/XXRJu632dqY/s1600-h/SDC10604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263110733304112146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTU6gjJBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/XXRJu632dqY/s320/SDC10604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTUoadHiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/w19NVK1DtN4/s1600-h/SDC10603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263110728446713378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTUoadHiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/w19NVK1DtN4/s320/SDC10603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTURCaENI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FJ94UjA5KCI/s1600-h/SDC10602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263110722171834578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTURCaENI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FJ94UjA5KCI/s320/SDC10602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTUHP3S5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/QIi-3_G4rDw/s1600-h/SDC10601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263110719543921554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTUHP3S5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/QIi-3_G4rDw/s320/SDC10601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTEmIM1_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/fSyjvVFSblc/s1600-h/SDC10600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263110452955371506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTEmIM1_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/fSyjvVFSblc/s320/SDC10600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTER6UYgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HOC1vpj8V-g/s1600-h/SDC10599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263110447528436226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTER6UYgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HOC1vpj8V-g/s320/SDC10599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTEI5SyUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kagoOZ9DLsc/s1600-h/SDC10595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263110445108218178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTEI5SyUI/AAAAAAAAAOM/kagoOZ9DLsc/s320/SDC10595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTENTexkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/i_OxLTzVdZs/s1600-h/SDC10594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263110446291797570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTENTexkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/i_OxLTzVdZs/s320/SDC10594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTD6QamPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rhOZk0x-ccs/s1600-h/SDC10593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263110441178667250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTD6QamPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rhOZk0x-ccs/s320/SDC10593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7248886049542628248-7641265328507293182?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7641265328507293182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=7641265328507293182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7641265328507293182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7641265328507293182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-pictures.html' title='House Pictures'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpTU6gjJBI/AAAAAAAAAO8/XXRJu632dqY/s72-c/SDC10604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-2919307801443540168</id><published>2008-10-30T20:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:41:07.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpSBu9YsPI/AAAAAAAAAN0/RM70KJnWu74/s1600-h/SDC10587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope that these give you a good idea that I have been having fun in the last month. More pictures are on my Facebook but it takes too much to put all of them up here. But pictures of my house as it is decorated are soon to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpSBS82szI/AAAAAAAAANs/cQ03iB0xbUc/s1600-h/SDC10586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263109296756273970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpSBS82szI/AAAAAAAAANs/cQ03iB0xbUc/s320/SDC10586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpSBBxh5PI/AAAAAAAAANk/TJFgB4z0P9k/s1600-h/SDC10584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263109292145370354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpSBBxh5PI/AAAAAAAAANk/TJFgB4z0P9k/s320/SDC10584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpSBMYIVgI/AAAAAAAAANc/D_MJ6GrvlHA/s1600-h/SDC10583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263109294991627778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpSBMYIVgI/AAAAAAAAANc/D_MJ6GrvlHA/s320/SDC10583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpRueZIq-I/AAAAAAAAANM/UKCxF903Lec/s1600-h/SDC10582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263108973410167778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpRueZIq-I/AAAAAAAAANM/UKCxF903Lec/s320/SDC10582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpRt_16EmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/uyBS8kVO9rs/s1600-h/SDC10580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263108965209346658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpRt_16EmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/uyBS8kVO9rs/s320/SDC10580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpRtswoPUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zMnBabpQb60/s1600-h/SDC10579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263108960086932802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpRtswoPUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/zMnBabpQb60/s320/SDC10579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpRtfoWA2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/l7sgBOvQfzg/s1600-h/SDC10578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263108956562522978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpP6_0_TDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oGNhK_JtBbc/s320/SDC10556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7248886049542628248-2919307801443540168?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2919307801443540168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=2919307801443540168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/2919307801443540168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/2919307801443540168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-update.html' title='Picture Update'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SQpSBS82szI/AAAAAAAAANs/cQ03iB0xbUc/s72-c/SDC10586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-3486374237704479853</id><published>2008-10-22T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:58:57.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive I promise</title><content type='html'>I promise that I haven't fallen off the face of the planet or died or anything.  I just don't have internet at my new house.  I will be trying to upload pictures in the near future.  As it stands, I love my house and thanks to everyone for all the furniture and stuff!  I am completly unpacked and my roommate is almost unpacked.  I am in love with my life.  My house is beautiful and my job is amazing.  I don't really have big news but I figured that updating would convince you that I'm still alive.  Ok, well that's all.  Byes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-3486374237704479853?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3486374237704479853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=3486374237704479853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3486374237704479853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3486374237704479853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-still-alive-i-promise.html' title='I&apos;m still alive I promise'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-7790287167347049681</id><published>2008-09-26T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:12:36.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I realize that I haven't updated my blog lately but here's what's been going on in my life lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a phone call a few weeks ago from a manger at Revenue Currency and Control at the Magic Kingdom.  He told me that my resume caught his eye and it was made even more appealing by the fact that I am currently at DisneyWorld.  He asked if instead of starting my professional internship in January if I would start now.  I said yes!!!!!  So, for the past few weeks I have been following through with all of the proper procedures, interviews and whatnot so that I can start this new job.  I am officially starting on October the 6th!!!!!! :):):):):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, once I found out that this was a possibility my friend Beth and I started looking for a place to stay.  We found this amazing house out in Kissimmee that we absolutely fell in love with.  We put an offer in last week and were crossing our fingers about it.  I got a phone call on Monday saying that we were approved for the house!  We move in today!!!!!!  I am so uber excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my life so far.  Everything  is going great!  I love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-7790287167347049681?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7790287167347049681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=7790287167347049681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7790287167347049681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7790287167347049681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-update.html' title='Life Update!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-2155547163495021416</id><published>2008-09-05T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:10:01.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from my vacation with my grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SMFZx7saPDI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3M7Ou1v2LhM/s1600-h/Gramma+and+Grandpa+visit+Disney+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242570155608390706" style="FLOAT: left; 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It was great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with Sunday when I got off of work early and went out to dinner with my grandparents at Perkins.  It was fun because I got to hang out and talk with them for about an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was slightly interesting.  I worked in the morning training for opening GT at Casey's Corner and after I got off I went to the hotel to get my grandparents so we could go out to dinner at Don Pablo's.  On the way out to dinner I realized that I had left my Disney ID and my Vista Way ID in my costume which I had returned to costuming when I left work.  So I panicked and me and my grandparents drove back to West Clock to get it.  I didn't get to eat dinner until 9 p.m. so I was trying very hard to not be grumpy.  But my gramma was happy because she got to see the backside of Disney which my mom has never seen so gramma got to brag about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I worked late so that I could train for closing GT at Casey's so that morning I took my grandparents to Cast Connection so we could go shopping and after that we went to Barnes and Noble then out to lunch at Bahama Breeze, where I had never been before.  Then I went to work and came home late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a great day for the most part.  We went to Animal Kingdom for half a day before going to Cirque du Soleil.  Again, Gramma got to see things my mom hasn't seen before.  This time it was the First Aid station at Animal Kingdom.  An old lady in an electric wheelchair ran over my foot when I turned around because Gramma called me.  The lady would have run over the back of my foot if I hasn't turned because she was going way too fast and following extremely close.  So she ran over my foot and in her concern for me she reversed back over it.  My foot is still bruised though not as bad as I thought it would be.  We went to first aid to get ice and they told me I had to keep the ice on it for 20 minutes.  We watched the Festival of the Lion King with me in a wheelchair for the first time in my life.  It was very odd for my grandparents to be the ones pushing me in the wheelchair so that I could keep my iced foot elevated so that it wouldn't swell. &lt;br /&gt;That night we went to Cirque du Soleil and Grandpa got to be a star of the show.  The show was amazing and at one point they pull someone out of the crowd to replace a clown and Grandpa got to be that person!  It was so funny Gramma and I were crying we were laughing so hard.  The clown that Grandpa replaced came and sat next to me with Grandpa's camera (which he had been very concerned about being Grandpa) and the clown clung to me with his arms and a leg wrapped around me.  Made me and Gramma laugh even harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was fantastic!  We went to Magic Kingdom all day.  It started with a character breakfast at the Crystal Palace.  On the tram over we met 2 little girls and their parents.  One of the little girls was named Laurel and Gramma got all excited because I was Laurel.  Only I informed her that I was Laurel's daughter, not Laurel herself.  It was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;The character breakfast was wonderful.  Great food and we got to meet Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore and Tigger.  After that we went on all the rides and saw all the shows that I wanted us to do.  And we did it all before 2 with some extra rides thrown in!  We didn't wait more than 10 minutes for anything.  It was fabulous!!  Then we watched the 3 o'clock parade before going home for naps.  We went out to dinner at Qdoba, a Chipotle like store near my apartment, and then we went back to the park to watch the night parade and the fireworks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes my week with my grandparents.  Pictures will follow soon.  Byes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-5217938980672881169?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5217938980672881169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=5217938980672881169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5217938980672881169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5217938980672881169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/09/grandparents-visit-me_05.html' title='Grandparents Visit Me!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-5154502460355246127</id><published>2008-08-28T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:58:05.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant followed by GT stuff</title><content type='html'>Ok, seriously the moron who created Vista Way needs to be smacked.  Who the heck builds an apartment complex in freaking Florida that doesn't have any rain gutters/drains?!?!  Seriously, in case no one has ever noticed it rains &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; in Florida and having to walk through puddles that come above my ankle is absurd.  While I may not be that tall the puddles still shouldn't be that high.  It didn't even rain a lot today and the puddles got huge and deep!  Idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to happier news.  I began my GT training yesterday and aside from the having to get up ridiculously early I love it!!!!  My trainer is a great deal of fun which is a relief because I was getting mixed reviews from everyone about her.  She was amazing and I learned a lot from her.  Yesterday I just followed and watched what she did.  Today, however, I "ran" the show.  That means that anytime there was a problem I fixed it, I did most of the setting up this morning  and unless I couldn't figure something out (which only happened once) my trainer let me do everything.  It was great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently though I am a bad daughter because I neglected to tell my mother that I work in an ice cream parlor attached to a bakery.  I just kept referring to it as shops which is what it's called here in Magic Kingdom lingo and I forgot that my parents who don't work here didn't know that.  Granted, my mother didn't say that I was a terrible daughter but she was just adorably excited and jealous of me working in an ice cream shop that I think she wishes we may be able to switch lives for a few days.  I'm not allowed to eat any of the ice cream though.  That might kill the desire to be me just slightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as a yay me for running the show today, the Snow White DVD that I ordered weeks ago as a go me for getting the position showed up today.  So that's what I'm watching now.  I'm going to get back to that.  Byes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-5154502460355246127?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5154502460355246127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=5154502460355246127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5154502460355246127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5154502460355246127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant-followed-by-gt-stuff.html' title='Rant followed by GT stuff'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-6063831081136990575</id><published>2008-08-26T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:09:14.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4lVSqRcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IYNuxSIa6pQ/s1600-h/Wenn+Donald+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238874480560457154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4lVSqRcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IYNuxSIa6pQ/s320/Wenn+Donald+and+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got kind of picture happy since I finally got all the pictures Wenn has taken because my camera committed suicide. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4bNNrMuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QbHSdThq_PU/s1600-h/Me+in+Mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238874306593370850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4bNNrMuI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QbHSdThq_PU/s320/Me+in+Mexico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4bkBUrtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FDvps7qWsYA/s1600-h/Wenn+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238874312715579090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4bkBUrtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FDvps7qWsYA/s320/Wenn+and+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4c7q97jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tT74wRz3cLA/s1600-h/Wenn+and+Me+at+China.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238874336244133426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4c7q97jI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tT74wRz3cLA/s320/Wenn+and+Me+at+China.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4dLUITNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XoYtesp8KAY/s1600-h/Wenn+and+Me+drinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238874340443311314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4dLUITNI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XoYtesp8KAY/s320/Wenn+and+Me+drinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4dQAPeFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rHCE0T80zog/s1600-h/Wenn+and+Me+with+Mexican+hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238874341702072402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4dQAPeFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rHCE0T80zog/s320/Wenn+and+Me+with+Mexican+hats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ3-vAUhxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dZw6W9XgS-8/s1600-h/Me+and+Wenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238873817447958290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ3-vAUhxI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dZw6W9XgS-8/s320/Me+and+Wenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ3_TDM8bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sqkYu0ghgU0/s1600-h/Me+and+Wenn+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238873827123720626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ3_TDM8bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sqkYu0ghgU0/s320/Me+and+Wenn+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4AOUbLDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/q0G1Cg3e9oY/s1600-h/Me+and+Wenn+at+Fountain+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238873843033648178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4AOUbLDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/q0G1Cg3e9oY/s320/Me+and+Wenn+at+Fountain+View.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4Aii7RII/AAAAAAAAAEg/87a1Exezzug/s1600-h/Me+and+Wenn+in+Mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238873848463180930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4Aii7RII/AAAAAAAAAEg/87a1Exezzug/s320/Me+and+Wenn+in+Mexico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4A9iABBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aqeVKq1yk_E/s1600-h/Me+in+Japan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238873855707055122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4A9iABBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/aqeVKq1yk_E/s320/Me+in+Japan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7248886049542628248-6063831081136990575?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6063831081136990575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=6063831081136990575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/6063831081136990575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/6063831081136990575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQ4lVSqRcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IYNuxSIa6pQ/s72-c/Wenn+Donald+and+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-3771048794691872653</id><published>2008-08-26T12:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:34:04.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures for those of you who like them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwZNUq12I/AAAAAAAAAD4/qnASLH2bOsk/s1600-h/Wenn+and+Me+at+Mexico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238865476169946978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwZNUq12I/AAAAAAAAAD4/qnASLH2bOsk/s320/Wenn+and+Me+at+Mexico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwZbqzErI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0IkmVZwHHkE/s1600-h/Wenn+Me+Beth+Bree+and+Abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238865480020857522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwZbqzErI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0IkmVZwHHkE/s320/Wenn+Me+Beth+Bree+and+Abby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwIR19dHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_qdRp6F2qCY/s1600-h/Abby+Wenn+Me+and+Bree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238865185325544562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwIR19dHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_qdRp6F2qCY/s320/Abby+Wenn+Me+and+Bree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwIuFJwQI/AAAAAAAAADY/2rKYjdw8LnI/s1600-h/Me+and+Wenn+at+Buffalo+Wild+Wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238865192905457922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwIuFJwQI/AAAAAAAAADY/2rKYjdw8LnI/s320/Me+and+Wenn+at+Buffalo+Wild+Wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwJyVcq-I/AAAAAAAAADg/4AEhXsSOePE/s1600-h/Me+in+China.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238865211227417570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwJyVcq-I/AAAAAAAAADg/4AEhXsSOePE/s320/Me+in+China.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwKYbTffI/AAAAAAAAADo/o06nf5YT19I/s1600-h/Me+Wenn+and+Bree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238865221452529138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwKYbTffI/AAAAAAAAADo/o06nf5YT19I/s320/Me+Wenn+and+Bree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwKrn0z1I/AAAAAAAAADw/bAt4IJwxVwQ/s1600-h/Wenn+and+Me+at+Fountain+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238865226605317970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwKrn0z1I/AAAAAAAAADw/bAt4IJwxVwQ/s320/Wenn+and+Me+at+Fountain+View.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7248886049542628248-3771048794691872653?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3771048794691872653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=3771048794691872653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3771048794691872653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3771048794691872653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-for-those-of-you-who-like-them.html' title='Pictures for those of you who like them'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SLQwZNUq12I/AAAAAAAAAD4/qnASLH2bOsk/s72-c/Wenn+and+Me+at+Mexico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-5781250667409273286</id><published>2008-08-23T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:59:54.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Days is all I want to focus on</title><content type='html'>A week ago, Bethany got here!!!  She lives "across the street" from me, which means that  she lives across the pool from me at Vista.  Her roommates are very nice and seem like great girls.  It makes me excited for her because I know she was somewhat worried about coming down here.  One of her roommates is one of the chipmunks and has told Bethany that she will go to any voice audition they find out about with Bethany so they won't be alone.  Yay ra Bethany has someone to sing with!  I know she misses Haylie, her old roommate from college, but I think this will be a good growing up stepping stone for Bethany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got a phone call for a preliminary interview for the Disney Professional Internship.  The lady who did the interview told me I will definitely be getting a second interview in November sometime.  I'm torn about this internship and coming home.  I already talked to my dad about this, but if I don't get a raise for this internship I will be coming home because I will have more expenses with less money if that's the case.  Part of growing up is having to pay college loans off and I won't be able to do that here.  But I am at least going to follow through to the next step of the process before making any permanent decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see Alissa, Mike and the boys in 39 days and Matt and Bailey in 38 days!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents are here in 8 days!!!!!!  I plan on spending both my days off with them.  One day we will go the Magic Kingdom so that I can show them around my park and the other day we can do whatever, maybe go to another park of their choosing.  If we go to another park I think we might go to Animal Kingdom because it has birds and we all know that Grandpa loves birds.  Almost as much as he loves chocolate cookies ;P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going with 2 of my roommates to get a massage.  We found a place earlier this week when we got pedicures that has an hour long massage for $35 instead of $70.  Heck yes!!  We are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; looking forward to that.  I think I made Mom a little jealous with that.  Sorry Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;Also with my roommates, we will go shopping to Bed Bath and Beyond because I have a graduation gift certificate to that store and I sometimes like being a geeky grown up and being happy going to that store.  And we might go to Old Navy for a clothes shopping fix and we will got to Company D so that Beth and I can figure out how much of a discount we get on park tickets once our free main gate passes run out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food and Wine Festival at Epcot starts soon so I will be getting Extra Magic Hours there which means more money for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be getting a care package from Matt and Bailey soon which makes me happy!  My siblings love me :)&lt;br /&gt;I am also getting a care envelope from my parents since I already got their care package.  I'm excited about that one too.&lt;br /&gt;And I should be getting Snow White in the mail any day now (the dvd) because I ordered that as a yay me for getting a promotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start my training for GT on Wednesday!!!!  I will start getting more hours and actually be doing something slightly related to my major.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long post but it's been a while since I updated and I decided that a post full of only good news was a good thing.  Helps everyone know that I am ok and helps me remember that the good always outweighs the bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-5781250667409273286?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5781250667409273286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=5781250667409273286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5781250667409273286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5781250667409273286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-days-is-all-i-want-to-focus-on.html' title='Good Days is all I want to focus on'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-4149239200682860627</id><published>2008-08-15T14:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:09:53.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Character Picture Day at Magic Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGWFiYFTI/AAAAAAAAADA/kSlp8RW_Fz0/s1600-h/MK+Character+pics+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808224633853234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGWFiYFTI/AAAAAAAAADA/kSlp8RW_Fz0/s320/MK+Character+pics+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGWdYeiDI/AAAAAAAAADI/V00DROqC5gA/s1600-h/MK+Character+pics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808231034783794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGWdYeiDI/AAAAAAAAADI/V00DROqC5gA/s320/MK+Character+pics+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGJfSIRiI/AAAAAAAAACY/3w4C2t6vR_s/s1600-h/MK+Character+pics+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808008206730786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGJfSIRiI/AAAAAAAAACY/3w4C2t6vR_s/s320/MK+Character+pics+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGJhIRLiI/AAAAAAAAACg/EOLjC6MAx4M/s1600-h/MK+Character+pics+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808008702242338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGJhIRLiI/AAAAAAAAACg/EOLjC6MAx4M/s320/MK+Character+pics+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGJ_OTHzI/AAAAAAAAACo/nA2PMTH1QRI/s1600-h/MK+Character+pics+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808016780599090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGJ_OTHzI/AAAAAAAAACo/nA2PMTH1QRI/s320/MK+Character+pics+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGKK6odjI/AAAAAAAAACw/2rjnBssUZUo/s1600-h/MK+Character+pics+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808019919337010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGKK6odjI/AAAAAAAAACw/2rjnBssUZUo/s320/MK+Character+pics+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGKf3oTyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ClFu4JF0xrQ/s1600-h/MK+Character+pics+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234808025543888674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGKf3oTyI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ClFu4JF0xrQ/s320/MK+Character+pics+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7248886049542628248-4149239200682860627?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4149239200682860627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=4149239200682860627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4149239200682860627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4149239200682860627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/character-picture-day-at-magic-kingdom.html' title='Character Picture Day at Magic Kingdom'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SKXGWFiYFTI/AAAAAAAAADA/kSlp8RW_Fz0/s72-c/MK+Character+pics+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-9100140130327227756</id><published>2008-08-13T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:12:23.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Ha!</title><content type='html'>I am officially a grown-up!!  I got my first hotel room all by myself for Bethany so that she can come to live in Florida!!!!!!   Who ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I start my GT training on August 29th.  Yay ra!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited in case you can't tell.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-9100140130327227756?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/9100140130327227756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=9100140130327227756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/9100140130327227756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/9100140130327227756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-ha.html' title='Who Ha!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-622207734156535824</id><published>2008-08-09T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:16:19.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Ra!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so apparently I am very accident prone.  I sliced my finger open at work last night while I was helping clean for closing.  I had to go over to my manager's office to get it bandaged and all that.  But they gave me a &lt;em&gt;huge &lt;/em&gt;chocolate chip cookie to make it feel better.  It made us all laugh and made me very happy.  I like chocolate chip cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good news (and I have a few things):&lt;br /&gt;1. I got the GT position at work!  It stands for general teller and it's an introductory accounting position where I make sure all the registers balance and do random audits, fun stuff like that.  I got a promotion after only 2 months!  Wahoo!!&lt;br /&gt;2. I get to see Bethany in 6 days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. I get to see my grandparents in 3 weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week I went to Magic Kingdom with Bree for the sole purpose of taking pictures with characters.  We did that for 5 hours (we did ride Pirates and see the Tiki Room and the 3 o'clock parade but the rest was all characters).  I will put up pictures from that soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for now.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-622207734156535824?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/622207734156535824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=622207734156535824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/622207734156535824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/622207734156535824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-ra.html' title='Yay Ra!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-5292073165562394054</id><published>2008-07-31T22:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:13:13.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Needed Update</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here's how things stand in Florida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick because it gives me a headache like none other and I get more tired than normal. Work is continuously slow which doesn't make sense because it's supposed to be our busy season. SO work is boring and I'm getting over being sick.&lt;br /&gt;My good news is I'm still a book nerd and a book that I've been waiting for since March came is coming out on Saturday so I'll be getting it on Saturday because I ordered it online! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;My other good news is that Bethany comes on August 16th and Bailey is ordering the bridesmaid dresses this week! Yay ra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that is all that I have to report. My burn is healing thank God and I can't wait until September, October and November so that I can see my family (Bailey and Matt count as such to me). For real, that's all I've got. Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-5292073165562394054?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5292073165562394054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=5292073165562394054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5292073165562394054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5292073165562394054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/07/needed-update.html' title='A Needed Update'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-3528894403986368907</id><published>2008-07-26T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:22:41.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>So, nothing all that interesting has happened lately.  Lots of work.  We started an ice war at work last night and it ended with me having 2 handfuls of ice thrown down my shirt.  Because my shirt is tucked in the ice got &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;.  In my bra, down my pants and stuck in my underwear.  And let me say, ice down the underwear is &lt;em&gt;cold!&lt;/em&gt;  I did entertain everyone including the guests by doing a funny little dance to get the ice out.  And today I made some ladies day by telling her I was from D.C.  since she was from Roanoke, VA.  It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all my news.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-3528894403986368907?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3528894403986368907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=3528894403986368907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3528894403986368907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3528894403986368907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-4929894989837905182</id><published>2008-07-20T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:52:00.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Week</title><content type='html'>So, this week has been extremely eventful. It started with me getting burned and then my roommate Abby moving out, and on Friday I had to take Bree to the doctor, yesterday we had a cleaning crew come in to clean our apartment for our new roommate and today we got a new roommate named Rainey. Rainey is from Taiwan and so far seems like a really sweet girl. I hope that this works out well. Pray that it does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I found even more appreciation for my dad's Cleaning Authority franchise. The cleaning company that came yesterday made all of us angry. They left a notice on our door Friday night saying that the cleaners would be here at sometime during the day on Saturday. So I got up at 9 am to take my antibiotics and then I got in the shower. Well, while I was in the shower the cleaners showed up. They wanted to come clean our bedroom and bathroom. But since my bathroom is connected to our bedroom Bree wouldn't let the strange cleaning man into my bedroom because I was naked in the shower. He started yelling at her about how we were given 24 hours notice and that we have to let them into the rooms when they're here and threatened to call the front office to report us. She finally let him into the bedroom but then he got pissed because he couldn't come into the bathroom because I was in there getting dressed. Seriously, he could have cleaned any other room in the apartment he did not have to start with ours. Reasons this made me love my wonderful dad and his company that is run by his amazing wife who happens to be my fantastic mom: 1. They give you a 2 hour time frame for when they're coming, 2. They would clean around you if need be, 3. They would have cleaned any other room that wasn't being used and then go back to the room that had been occupied and ask if it was alright to clean that room now.&lt;br /&gt;Just so Dad knows I didn't hate working at the Cleaning Authority with him, I just love Disney a whole lot more. No offense!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got. Byes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-4929894989837905182?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4929894989837905182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=4929894989837905182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4929894989837905182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4929894989837905182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-week.html' title='Interesting Week'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-8935398680401030692</id><published>2008-07-17T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:35:59.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>So, since my last post several things have happened around here.  One of my roommates, Abby, decided to leave and go home to a better paying job and to be around her family.  I understand the decision but it makes me sad and I miss her.  It's sad that I only got about a month and a half with her.  I ran errands with her all day Monday so that she could get ready to leave and that night me Bree, Beth and Abby went out to Raglan Road, the Irish Pub and Restaurant at Downtown Disney.  It has only authentic Irish food and it was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good.  When I told Mom that I ate Irish food she was shocked, not only because I ate it but because I liked it.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other news is that last Saturday/Sunday (I had a shift that began on Saturday and ended on Sunday) I went and gave myself a second degree burn on my left forearm.  What happened was, I was cleaning the fry table at the end of the night and bumped my arm against the chili pot holder for about 2 seconds, maybe 3, and immediatly my arm got burned.  It didn't look that bad that night and it didn't look bad Sunday during my 12 hour shift.  But on Monday it was red and inflamed and itchy.  So on Tuesday I went to the doctors; working for Disney means I can go to their doctors and I don't have to pay for a co-pay.  Wahoo!  On Tuesday they told me to try soaking my arm in Espom salts and to put Neosporin on the wound to see if that helped the inflamation and almost infection and I had to go back on Wednesday.  The salts helped with the inflamation but the red spread on my arm so on Wednesday I was given antibiotics, which was free because I work for Disney, went to their doctors office and it was  awound from on the job.  Yipee for me not having to pay lots of money for medicine!!!!  My arm is now looking better because the anitbiotics are working along with the Espom salts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Bailey for a long time yesterday and I'm leaving on Thursday December 11th for her wedding.  It made her so happy because her other 2 bridesmaids weren't planning on coming until Friday.  Yay for me getting to see my best friend!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all my news.  I hope that everything with everyone else is going great.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-8935398680401030692?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8935398680401030692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=8935398680401030692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/8935398680401030692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/8935398680401030692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/07/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-4012489307086263537</id><published>2008-07-12T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:23:41.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Stories</title><content type='html'>So work isn't interesting as of late.  It's pretty much the same old routine.  But the little kids that come in are so cute they make the routine not so boring because they are all so happy and I have fun talking to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate, Bree, has a great opportunity at her work.  She works the Glow Carts at Magic Kingdom (the carts that have the light up toys that are only out at night).  Her manager asked her if she wanted to be an assistant manager.  This is what she has wanted since she got here.  I'm so happy for her!!!!  She starts her training in about 2 weeks.  Yay Bree!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my coordinator about when I might find out about being a GT.  She told me that it would took about 2 months.  I have already been here for about a month so I should find out in the next month or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I went to the club with some people from work.  The club was kind of dead but suprisingly interesting things happened.  I saw 2 men get kicked out of the club, probably for inapproriate conduct, but I'm not really sure what happened for them to get kicked out.  The next thing that occured was a guy got arrested.  It took 3 cops to tackle this man to the floor and get him on his stomach so they could get handcuffs on him.  Then he refused to get up so they literally lifted him by his pants and the back of his shirt and made him get up after which they escorted him out of the club.  I was amazed and sort of entertained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.  Sorry it took so long to update but our internet has been down for a few days.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-4012489307086263537?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4012489307086263537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=4012489307086263537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4012489307086263537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4012489307086263537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-stories.html' title='Interesting Stories'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-5034471709286337836</id><published>2008-07-06T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:15:06.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Couple of Days...</title><content type='html'>Beginning with Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday afternoon I went to Disney's Hollywood Studios with my roommate and some friends.  It was a lot of fun.  Once we got home I made dinner for everyone and we ate it while watching the Little Mermaid.  I was actually allowed to sing along with the movie so of course I enjoyed the night.  Great times with friends and roommates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following with Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sleep in on Thursday but that fell through because stupid people decided it would be a good idea to powerwash the front door of our apartment which happens to be right by my window which is where my bed is.  That was not fun.  So instead I got up and ate the breakfast that my roommate Beth made.  Then we just hung out until I had to go to work; work was &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Thursday the special fireworks were at the Magic Kingdom which meant that there were hundreds of people at the park.  It was way too packed for my comfort.  I got to be greeter at work which was a relief actually.  I stood out front and got to be like an attractions worker.  I had to direct every guest into certain lines so that the lines that were out the door wouldn't be as much in the way.  That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;After the fireworks a group of people came running in because they had a lady about to pass out.  The crowds and heat had gotten to the woman and she was also a few months pregnant.  It was frightening actually because I had to try and help them with the woman while making people stop staring and keep moving.  Once my manager got to Casey's she escorted the woman to First Aid. &lt;br /&gt;Then a mother came running in with her 2 year old son freaking out because she noticed during the fireworks tha her son was dehydrated and passing out but she couldn't get out because of the large crowds.  So I had to run get the woman a glass of water.  Honestly, that was all the excitement I needed for one day. &lt;br /&gt;During my break one of my friends came to visit me and we hung out for the entirety of my hour to sit down.  That made my day. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't get out of work until almost 4 am.  Me, Bree and our friend John all got out around the same time so we rode home in my car.  I had decided that waiting for the bus and not getting home until 5:30 am at the earliest was not going to happen.  So on the way home we went to the supposed 24 hour McDonalds for dinner because none of us had eaten dinner yet.  Guess what!?  The stupid 24 hour McDonald's was closed without any reason.  Highly aggravating.  Instead we went to Walgreens which is 24 hours and bought as much food as we could carry and made it as soon as we got back to the apartment.  Once I had dinner I went to bed because it was almost 6 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before work on Friday I went to meet one of my friends in between our shifts and wandered the park together.  I got to meet Push, the moving talking trash can, right before the parade.  That was fun.  We got free hamburgers from their work location and free popsicles down by the locker rooms/entrance to the employee area of Magic Kingdom.  Cast members get treated well by their managers on 4th of July because we get run into the ground.  Once I was at work I seriously had no chance to breathe for 4 hours it was that busy.  I was a filler at the busiest cash register and was running around non-stop.  I got yelled at by one guest because the park was crowded.  I was stunned into silence by that because, seriously, who comes to the Magic Kingdom on a national holiday and thinks it won't be crowded?  It is the beginning of peak season and a major holiday on a weekend.  Of course it will be crowded!  Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we were closed our managers gave us all free hot dogs for dinner.  That was nice because I was freaking hungry!  But then I got no help pre-closing so all the closing people got to work longer because we had to clean everything by ourselves which is a lot of work. &lt;br /&gt;I drove again to work because I didn't get out until about 3:30 am.  Bree got off about the same time as me so we rode home together.  This time when we went to McDonald's it was actually open!  But oh my god, the cashier was drunk, hung over and high all at the same time.  He was literally falling out of the order window and slurring all his words, his eyes wouldn't focus and his eyes were hugely bugging out of his head.  Wow, we laughed so hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 ridiculously late nights I got to have a 10.5 hour shift.  I wasn't exactly happy about that because I didn't get that much sleep.  To make matters worse, it was &lt;em&gt;slow&lt;/em&gt; at work which made the day drag by.  Lots of not fun. &lt;br /&gt;I swear though, it was weird hair day at Magic Kingdom.  I found an old lady with dark purple hair, a middle aged woman with bright pink hair and a pre teen boy with bright purple hair.  I also found a Professor Dahlman look-a-like at Magic Kingdom (he's a professor from school) and it made me laugh while thinking about Bailey and all her classes with the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending with Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up late last night with roommates and friends.  Then this morning I woke up on the couch and my roommates got up and made us all breakfast.  Now we are watching John Tucker Must Die.  I have to work tonight at 6 until 2 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life is caught up as much as can be.  Hopefully I'll get some sleep soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-5034471709286337836?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5034471709286337836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=5034471709286337836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5034471709286337836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5034471709286337836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/07/past-couple-of-days.html' title='Past Couple of Days...'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-2340415032696427861</id><published>2008-07-03T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:28:52.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aRy-eMhI/AAAAAAAAACA/iBI8N0SSwLQ/s1600-h/Me+Steven+Wenn+Abby+on+TTA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218856436236169746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aRy-eMhI/AAAAAAAAACA/iBI8N0SSwLQ/s320/Me+Steven+Wenn+Abby+on+TTA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aR9kJqUI/AAAAAAAAACI/bcEBOCF8cTY/s1600-h/Wenn+Bree+and+Me+at+MK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218856439078562114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aR9kJqUI/AAAAAAAAACI/bcEBOCF8cTY/s320/Wenn+Bree+and+Me+at+MK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aSNzUMPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Svo-j0TMrRw/s1600-h/Wenn+Me+and+Bree+at+MK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218856443437134066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aSNzUMPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Svo-j0TMrRw/s320/Wenn+Me+and+Bree+at+MK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aBPDuanI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xixr72Diekw/s1600-h/Bree+and+Me+at+It%27s+Tough+to+Be+a+Bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218856151716620914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aBPDuanI/AAAAAAAAABY/Xixr72Diekw/s320/Bree+and+Me+at+It%27s+Tough+to+Be+a+Bug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aBfkuVBI/AAAAAAAAABg/7bFwEhYLVBg/s1600-h/Jon+Bree+Me+and+Steven+at+AK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218856156149994514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aBfkuVBI/AAAAAAAAABg/7bFwEhYLVBg/s320/Jon+Bree+Me+and+Steven+at+AK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aBjGb_LI/AAAAAAAAABo/HBxmcD-XXhI/s1600-h/Me+and+Bree+at+AK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218856157096705202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aBjGb_LI/AAAAAAAAABo/HBxmcD-XXhI/s320/Me+and+Bree+at+AK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aB0q2EdI/AAAAAAAAABw/0i6W_aAFDiw/s1600-h/Me+and+Bree+in+the+stocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218856161812812242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aB0q2EdI/AAAAAAAAABw/0i6W_aAFDiw/s320/Me+and+Bree+in+the+stocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aB4FUksI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gY0tJK4c3hw/s1600-h/Me+Steven+Jon+Bree+Abby+and+Wenn+at+MK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218856162729169602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aB4FUksI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gY0tJK4c3hw/s320/Me+Steven+Jon+Bree+Abby+and+Wenn+at+MK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/7248886049542628248-2340415032696427861?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2340415032696427861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=2340415032696427861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/2340415032696427861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/2340415032696427861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SG0aRy-eMhI/AAAAAAAAACA/iBI8N0SSwLQ/s72-c/Me+Steven+Wenn+Abby+on+TTA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-5844157206017794518</id><published>2008-07-02T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:57:21.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks!</title><content type='html'>Monday was another work day where I took a Safety in Motion Class which was all common sense stuff.  But I got paid for it so go me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a fun day.  In the morning I ran some errands with my roommates and then we went to Magic Kingdom for Wenn's birthday.  Her birthday was actually on Monday but none of us knew until late that night so we celebrated yesterday.  At Magic Kingdom we hung out and were there until about midnight.  The 4th of July fireworks were previewed yesterday and they were &lt;em&gt;amazing.  &lt;/em&gt;It was a great fun day.  Wenn apparently is very scared of the Haunted Mansion.  My ear drums took a little beating while riding that ride with her.  Still fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to do laundry since I haven't done that in about 2 weeks and Wenn and I are supposed to go to the Animal Kingdom.  And then tonight I am making dinner for my roommates.  That's all I've got.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-5844157206017794518?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5844157206017794518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=5844157206017794518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5844157206017794518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5844157206017794518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks!'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-3087618741224315257</id><published>2008-06-29T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:50:45.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update</title><content type='html'>So I've been working and sleeping lately and that's about it.  Last night I finally figured out why full-time employees hate CPs.  They don't do anything and when you ask them to they throw hissy fits.  I was closing line last night and I had 4 preclosers with me.  Vanessa and Hope were helpful and did what I asked them to help me with and never questioned it.  Janet I had to continually ask to do the same thing over and over again and again.  Highly obnoxious.  Kevin, I asked to do two &lt;em&gt;extremely &lt;/em&gt;simple things and he got pissy about it.  I was not happy.  But I was told by one of the full time employees that I wasn't like the other CPs because I actually work and don't throw fits about it.  That made me fell happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm working today and tomorrow and then I have 2 days off.  Yipee!  On Wednesday I'm going to Animal Kingdom with Wenn who's never been before and on Tuesday night I'm going to see the 4th of July fireworks at Magic Kingdom with one of my friends since I'm working on the 4th of July and the special fireworks are being shown tonight and Tuesday but I'm working tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my life recently.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-3087618741224315257?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3087618741224315257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=3087618741224315257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3087618741224315257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3087618741224315257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-update.html' title='Another Update'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-3313245179258237809</id><published>2008-06-26T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:28:59.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Kingdom</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my last experience with Bree at a park she has never been to.  She has now officially been to all the Disney theme parks.  I'm sure we'll go to them all again and again but it will never be her first time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday we were at Animal Kingdom for about 6 hours.  It is probably the longest we have spent in a theme park on a day we are not working since we've been here.  I had a lot of fun.  Me Bree and 2 of our friends came with us.  We rode Dinosaur, Mount Everest, The Safari, saw It's Tough to Be a Bug and wandered the jungle trek next to the safari.  We also watched the parade which Bree and I were less than impressed with.  But that's ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained twice yesterday.  Once it poured for about an hour.  We took refuge in Pizzafari and ate a late lunch/early dinner.  The next time it rained, it began while we were riding Mount Everest.  If you have never experienced it raining on you while riding a roller coaster, don't do it!  The rain flying at you at an even more accelerated pace than normal hurts a lot.  So just don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I have to go to work for 11 hours.  I can't decide whether or not I love or despise these long days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-3313245179258237809?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3313245179258237809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=3313245179258237809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3313245179258237809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3313245179258237809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/animal-kingdom.html' title='Animal Kingdom'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-6505687035935374583</id><published>2008-06-23T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:24:36.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>I have nothing big to report.  I've been working a lot.  Saturday I worked at night and hung out with Bree all morning/afternoon.  Yesterday I worked for 11  hours.  The funniest thing that happened at work yesterday was Bree walked by with her glow cart and when I saw her I started waving while jumping up down yelling "Bree!"  I was very excited to see her.  There weren't any guests in Casey's so it was ok.  The people around me laughed though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and Wednesday I have off.  It's fabulous!  2 days off!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Bree and I are going shopping at the Cast Connection which is a discount store for Cast Members that is a better store than Company D because it has merchandise from the parks we can buy at discounted rates.  Then she and I will go to costuming so I can trade out my costumes.  After that we are going to the Magic Kingdom for a little bit to try and do everything we haven't done yet.  I like the whole not doing everything at once thing.  Much more relaxing in regards to the park.  Then at some point she and I have to go to WalMart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday a group of friends and I are going to the Animal Kingdom.  That is the last park Bree has never been to.  It's going to be so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-6505687035935374583?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6505687035935374583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=6505687035935374583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/6505687035935374583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/6505687035935374583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-3127670008374336647</id><published>2008-06-21T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:09:40.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Assessment Leads To Clubbing</title><content type='html'>On Friday I had my assessment for cash training.  If I passed it means I can run the cash register along with anything and everything else at Casey's.  If I failed it means that I needed more training.  I passed.  Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of me passing my assessment I got off work early.  I wandered around the park and met my roommate Bree at Pinocchio's to have a snack because I hadn't seen her in a few days and I was feeling majorly roommate deprived.  So I got to hang out with Bree for a few minutes and it made me very happy.  I also got to talk to John on the phone and it made me smile because I haven't talked to my brother since I've been down here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bree went to work I came back to the apartments to meet up with a friend so we could wander around Epcot for a few hours.  I love the fireworks at Epcot.  There was a little girl sitting behind us that was entertaining.  Everytime the fireworks paused she would ask "Are the fireworks done now?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Epcot closed we left and came back to the apartment for dinner.  We hung out until Bree, Beth and Wenn got back so we could all go out to PI.  Beth and Wenn literally screamed in excitement when they found out that I was going clubbing with them.  I smiled and laughed at them because it was such an entertaining reaction.  We all went out to a club called Motion and danced for a few hours.  I had a lot of fun at the club and I think that we are probably going out again next week.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-3127670008374336647?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3127670008374336647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=3127670008374336647' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3127670008374336647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3127670008374336647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/assessment-leads-to-clubbing.html' title='Assessment Leads To Clubbing'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-2109146266259231875</id><published>2008-06-19T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:31:34.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash Training</title><content type='html'>Today was an easy day at work.  I started cash training today and I will get assessed on my knowledge tomorrow.  It is such a simple cash register to learn.  It did kind of make the day drag by just standing by a cash register for 4 hours but o well.  The only bad things about today were I spilled tea on my computer keyboard this morning on accident so now the keys are stiff and sticky and I had  to get up early after only sleeping for about 4.5 hours; that however I wouldn't change because I was hanging out with friends and I wouldn't give that up even for more sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trainer is a fun guy but o my he has &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; too much energy early in the morning.  He complemented me by saying that I was a highly intelligent young woman.  I know that I am because people tell me this all the time but it's nice to hear it from someone not realted to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my day off.  It was fabulous.  I slept in, went out to lunch with 2 of my roommates and then hung out with one of my friends all day watching movies and playing Smash Brothers.  Once my roommates got home, we played Catch Phrase with them today.  That was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have any stories again, so that is going to have to hold everyone over until there is something larger to report.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-2109146266259231875?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/2109146266259231875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=2109146266259231875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/2109146266259231875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/2109146266259231875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/cash-training.html' title='Cash Training'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-798247039272368681</id><published>2008-06-18T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:19:41.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So, last night at work I got to be Stocker 2 again.  That position kind of hurts.  I have to lift shovels full of ice up to my shoulder to dump into a bin for edible ice and then I have to scoop the ice into 2 of the soda machines and then for the 3rd machine I have to lift the bin above my head, typically with someone else's help, and dump it into the last machine.  Now I am using muscles that I had forgotten that I had.  Last night I felt like I had no arms or legs left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really interesting happened at work.  It was really slow which means that there are no stories.  Sorry.  I'll update later once I have some.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-798247039272368681?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/798247039272368681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=798247039272368681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/798247039272368681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/798247039272368681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-4962121489669713468</id><published>2008-06-17T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T02:00:59.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibility for Me</title><content type='html'>I had a 10 hour shift today which was pretty easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 3 hours was a CP Welcome Session where I got all kinds of fliers and stuff, watched some videos and got paid for it.  At this welcome session we talked to one of our managers about all of the possibilities open for us.  One of them is trainer, one is coordinator and the other is GT.  I found out that I may be able to get any one of these positions.  I told my manager that I am interested in GT.  This is the general teller position.  It's like an introductory accounting position.  That position will aid me in getting a professional internship in accounting or finance and it will look phenomenal on a resume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got an hour long break before starting my real shift.  I got to be in charge of the kitchen again for 4 hours and then I worked out front for 2 hours.  I helped one girl with closing because she wasn't sure what to do since she hadn't done closing after her training was over.  Yay for me being able to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I am going to drop my class.  Several reasons behind this are as follows:  1. It's more like the human resource management class that I've already taken, 2. Customer service really isn't covered in this class and there may be a class offered later in the year focused solely on customer service, 3. My only "day off" is the day of my class which doesn't count as a day off, 4. I work only closing shifts which means at the earliest I'm home by 2, 5. I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; need a day off that is in all actuality a day off where I can catch up on sleep because I am close to burnt out and I refuse to be burnt out since I want to stay here, 6. I graduated so I don't really need the class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if this disappoints anyone (especially Mom or Dad) but right now I just need to get used to my new sleep schedule and work schedule before trying to add in a class.  I have been thinking about this since last week and I just have to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for now.  Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-4962121489669713468?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4962121489669713468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=4962121489669713468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4962121489669713468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4962121489669713468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/possibility-for-me.html' title='Possibility for Me'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-1882287408048849722</id><published>2008-06-16T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:51:32.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Tonight</title><content type='html'>Tonight at work was fun.  It felt like I was in charge of the entire kitchen for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off as Stocker #2.  This means that I make sure that everything in the front is stocked.  I had to fill the ice and let me tell you, if I have to keep doing that there is no way that I will continue to have no upper body strength.  That lasted for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my break I had to do the job called Fries 1 which means I make the fries and the corndog nuggets.  The girl doing Fries 2 drove me insane.  She cannot handle stress or busy periods well.  She was flipping out and I had everything under control.  I was also bossy to the people making hot dogs because we were busy and they had no idea what they were doing or how many to make.  This woman Yovana told me that I was really good at my job.  Coming from Yovana, this is one of the biggest compliments I can possibly get at Casey's.  Yovana is a quiet woman, quick and extremly efficent at her job.  That seriously made my night. &lt;br /&gt;On top of that I felt like I gained the respect of one of the coordinators who I am pretty sure doesn't like most of the people that work at Casey's.  Go me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last hour of my break I was working the front covering Toppings Piano.  I have only one story from that.  There was a little boy who had a glow wand and was playing with it.  When he looked at me, I asked him if he was a wizard. He shook his head no so I asked him if he was a magician, like Merlin.  He smiled and said yes.  I told him that I loved Merlin.  Then I asked if his wand would light up and turn colors (I knew it would but it was off when I asked).  He didn't say anything but he turned it on for me.  Afterwards he went and told his grandmother about it.  She smiled at me and that made me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all my news for now.  So I'm going to watch Friends and go to bed before my 10 hour shift tomorrow.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-1882287408048849722?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1882287408048849722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=1882287408048849722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1882287408048849722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1882287408048849722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/work-tonight.html' title='Work Tonight'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-7228266487663692545</id><published>2008-06-14T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:33:31.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 2 Days</title><content type='html'>Friday night at work:&lt;br /&gt;So last night kind of sucked at work.  I was in the back of the house all night until close.  I hate the back of the house because I don't get to see guests so I don't get to have fun stories about my interactions with them. &lt;br /&gt;The only funny guest story from yesterday was one that talked to my coordinator Carlos.  The guest asked him, in all seriousness, "The Grand Slam All Beef Hotdog, that's vegetarian right?"  It's an all&lt;em&gt; beef&lt;/em&gt; hotdog.  No it is not all vegetarian.  It took everything that Carlos had not to be rudely sarcastic about that. &lt;br /&gt;Closing last night was &lt;em&gt;terrible!!!!&lt;/em&gt;  I was supposed to help close the front of the house.  The reason it sucked was nobody knew what they were doing.  Freaking nobody!!!!!  They all trained with me so I know that they were taught.  So I got to do most of the work while showing them how.  Then I helped in the back of the house because my friend Sara was closing back there and she had to close the warmers.  Closing the warmers means getting down on the floor basically to close the bottom parts of the warmer.  Sara has back problems and has issues bending down so low.  I told her I would do it because obviously getting low to the ground is not a problem for me. &lt;br /&gt;My sad news of last night is that it was the last night that Carlos worked his last shift at Casey's yesterday.  He is my favorite coordinator and he's gone after I've known him only 2 weeks.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday before work was fun though.  I went out for lunch with Abby and Bree and Nicky.  On the way back from lunch and the post office to mail presents to the cousins, some jerk decided it would be fun to tailgate me.  Problems with that:  1. It had just poured so the roads were wet so speeding is a bad idea, 2. the light had just turned red so I had to stop, 3. Once the light was green everyone was going slow because the roads were wet, 4. I was in the far right lane which is the slow lane anyways.  Well, this guy couldn't get around me for a bit and once he did, he threw a something, I'm assuming it was a cup with some beverage in it, at my car.  He threw this over his passenger to hit my car.  We all laughed because it so ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work:&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to work for 12 hours today but my body decided that it hates me and made me sick.  I hadn't really eaten anything so it rejected everything that I drank.  Since I work at a food place I had to be sent home.  So instead of 12 hours, I got about 5. :(&lt;br /&gt;Good news about today!  I got a Great Service Fanatic card today.  That means that I get a good review on my record and I get entered into a drawing for some prize or another.  That made me happy.  I got the card because I am always within Disney Look guidelines.  Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I am home and showered, I am eating chicken noodle soup that Wendy made for me because she is amazing and she loves me and we are watching Pete's Dragon.  Yay for things that can't make me sicker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.  Tomorrow is Father's Day and I hope that my Dad likes my card that I sent him and that my Mom hasn't lost the gift that I sent home with her for Daddy.  Byes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-7228266487663692545?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7228266487663692545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=7228266487663692545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7228266487663692545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7228266487663692545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-2-days.html' title='Last 2 Days'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-3784894403000147150</id><published>2008-06-13T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:07:27.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SFLFRQ2Y7WI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-zgmWzjZaSs/s1600-h/Casey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211444619192626530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SFLFRQ2Y7WI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-zgmWzjZaSs/s320/Casey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't have Facebook, here is a picture of me in my Casey's costume that my roommate Bree took for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  This is a view of my portion of the bedroom in our apartment, not Casey's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-3784894403000147150?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3784894403000147150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=3784894403000147150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3784894403000147150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3784894403000147150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SFLFRQ2Y7WI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-zgmWzjZaSs/s72-c/Casey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-8257814662992108036</id><published>2008-06-13T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:44:01.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Kingdom Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a pretty good day for the most part.  The first part of the day was bad. &lt;br /&gt;Abby, Bree and I were woken up by people barging into our apartment, blowing a shrill whistle and screaming "Inspection!".  It made us mad because the people doing our inspections &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that we have late hours at work.  None of us got more than 7 hours of sleep as a result of them.  Not happy. &lt;br /&gt;But to make it better, Bree and I went to the Magic Kingdom before work and just walked around because Bree still doesn't feel like she knows our park that well.  We walked the entireity of the park.  We rode the Tomorrowland Transit Authority and Mad Tea Cups as well as seeing the Monsters Inc. Laugh Floor and Mickey's Philharmonic shows.  Every other ride had a line of 50 minutes or more.  We decided it wasn't worth the wait since we would be here for 7 months.  We can ride everything when there are shorter lines.&lt;br /&gt;Bree and I also came up with a plan B for the end of our program.  She and I are both trying for the Professional Internships but these are extremly competitive.  So we decided that if we didn't make it, she would drive home to Maryland with me and we would tour D.C. for a few days.  After that I would fly out to California with Bree because she has this insane fear of flying.  She lives close to Disneyland so while I was at her house I would go tour Disneyland with her.  I think it's a great plan B.  Who needs to figure out their lives immediatly anyways?&lt;br /&gt;Plan A is if we get the Professional Internship we are going to live together, possibly with 2 of our other roommates who are also trying for the Professional Internships.  Bree and I also decided that for the Professional Internship we would apply to both DisneyWorld and Disneyland.  Better chance of success that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work yesterday was horrifyingly boring.  Normally we get rushes before and after both nighttime parades and before and after the fireworks.  We got a rush before the first parade and that was it.  The rest of the night hardly anyone came in.  On top of that, we were amazingly overstaffed.  There were 5 or 6 new trainees and there was an anticipated attendance of 50 thousand guests.  But it rained twice, one of those being a terrible thunder and lightning storm.  So people ran away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a package from my mom today.  Yay!  She loves me; she sent me a hurricane prepardness kit.  It made me smile.  We are already keeping lots of water bottles in our apartment.  But I'll go buy more just to make her feel better.  Love you Mommy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am taking a friend from work to WalMart so that she can get food.  Then we will go to the post office so that I can send Mik, Sofie, Lexie and Mantha their gifts that I bought.  After the post office, Bree, Nicky (friend from work mentioned above) and I are going to Quidoba for lunch.  It's like Chipotle only I like it better and it's really close to our apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-8257814662992108036?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8257814662992108036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=8257814662992108036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/8257814662992108036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/8257814662992108036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/magic-kingdom-day.html' title='Magic Kingdom Day'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-7219693817143057235</id><published>2008-06-11T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:57:46.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Day and First Day of Class</title><content type='html'>So yesterday at work was kind of slow.  But that was Ok.  There were 2 cute incidents that occured.  The first was while I was being greeter at the front of Casey's.  A little girl was waiting in line with her mother and father and she turned around to see me standing there smiling.  So she came over to show me her prize for the day.  She had gotten a large-ish stuffed Stitch.  She was so proud of it!  I told her that now she could be Lilo because she had her own Stitch.  She smiled the largest smile I have ever seen because I was so happy with her.  Her mother thanked me, which made me happy.  Apparently I'm doing my job well.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing that happened was a little girl and her mother came in while I was being a filler.  The little girl had obviously been to the Bibbity Bobbiti Boutique.  My cashier Angela, another filler Mesheka (I'm not sure if I spelled her name right) and I all curtsied to this little girl in a Belle costume.  She bowed back and walked off while her mother continued to order.  I looked over to where the little girl had gone and she was practicing her custseys.  It was so adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;Before work yesterday, Bree and I were extremly productive.  We woke up late at 11:30, went to the grocery store, found Bree's bank so she could finally deposit her paycheck, then we came back and did our laundry, cleaned the apartment a little bit and watched Friends.  Bree also told me that she felt like we had been roommates for years.  That made me happy.  We also decided that if we both get the professional internships we are going to live together along with Beth if she gets one too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was my first day of class.  It was hard to get up because I hadn't gotten back from work until after 2 so I only got about 3.5 hours of sleep.  But I have a friend in class with me which makes it better.  And the class will be interesting too.  The first class was 2 hours of introductions all around, half an hour of break and 1.5 hours of learning.  It will be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-7219693817143057235?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7219693817143057235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=7219693817143057235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7219693817143057235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7219693817143057235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/better-day-and-first-day-of-class.html' title='A Better Day and First Day of Class'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-5045117043776769854</id><published>2008-06-10T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:00:56.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxful but Busy Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so much better than the day before.  Lots of fun stuff occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first half of the day I stayed at home and read my book.  I'm almost done so I'll probably finish that today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work it was much more fun than the previous day.  The first 3 hours flew by, then there was my break.  While on my break I got to see Tinkerbell.  That made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I worked in the back of the house for the first half of my shift and then I worked the front for the last half. &lt;br /&gt;While working the front lots of fun things happened.  First, I made Angela, one of the girls I work with, dance with me while the parade was going by because the music playing was Once Upon A Dream.  Next, this little boy came up to talk to me since no one was in my line.  He was telling me that he bought a Stitch costume and asked if I wanted to see it.  I told him "Yes!" so he ran over to his mother to get the hand from the costume to show me.  He put it on and ran back over to show me.  I told him "That is SO cool!".  There was a huge grin on his face and he ran over to his mom again where she asked if he scared me.  He laughed and said no she thought it was cool!  That put a happy smile on my face.  I love little children.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I saw a guy from school.  His name is Robert and he always came into the Grill for dinner so I saw him almost every night.  I waved at him because, again, I had no one in my line.  So he came over to talk to me.  He had a bewildered expression on his face because he obviously not expecting to see anyone he knew at DisneyWorld, especially someone from Milligan.  He asked how I got a job at DisneyWorld, so I told him that I applied online and they told me come work for me.  That was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;Well, that was all that happened yesterday.  So now I am going to watch Friends, do my laundry, read my book and chill until work tonight at 7:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-5045117043776769854?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5045117043776769854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=5045117043776769854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5045117043776769854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5045117043776769854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/relaxful-but-busy-day.html' title='Relaxful but Busy Day'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-4949826110721815792</id><published>2008-06-09T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:00:14.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>I had an eleven hour shift yesterday.  It &lt;em&gt;dragged&lt;/em&gt; by.  That was very sad.  But I still had fun.  I met more new people and we had fun talking and teasing everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, one of my friends, Steven, picked me and Bree up from work so that we could partake in roommate pasta night quicker than if we rode the bus home.  Once we got home and I opened the door I found that my roommates had rearranged our apartment and bought fun decorations for the living and dining room.  Our apartment looks &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; better now.  I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta night was at 2 am.  It was dinner for me and Bree.  We also had cupcakes!  Yay-ra!!!!  My roommates love me.  I got cookies the night before and cupcakes last night.  It was so much fun.  I didn't go to sleep until about 3:30 but it doesn't matter.  I got to sleep in today, I only have a 6 hour shift and tomorrow I am going to the Animal Kingdom with Beth and Bree before work.  Life down here couldn't be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-4949826110721815792?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4949826110721815792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=4949826110721815792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4949826110721815792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4949826110721815792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-3514034661680646203</id><published>2008-06-08T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:18:46.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Gay Day</title><content type='html'>Conidering that I had a 12 hour shift today, I am suprisingly not wiped out.  I am sort of annoyed but that isn't really about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the start of Gay Days in the parks.  It lasts until Saturday.  Totally infuriatiting.  Not because of the people who are gay but because people as a group are stupid.  Most of the individual gays were fine, it was the large groups that I wanted to scream at.  One group came in and chanted "Gay, Gay, GAY!"  over and over to anyone not in a red shirt (red is apparently the colors of the gays, at least on gay days).  It just made me mad that these people had no respect for people not like them.  Especially since we're at a child friendly park.  There was absoulutly no reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About work:  My 12 hour shift FLEW by.  Of the 12 hours, I had a 1 hour break, 2 hours of slowness, and 9 hours of non-stop busy periods.  At least that made the shift fly.  I think I lost another 10 pounds today from running back and forth and sweating.  At least I got to work in the Front of the House, which is my favorite position.  I made new friends at work today and teased my friends I already had while they teased me.  Marvelous work day minus the idiots.  But you get those everywhere so it's to be expected.  I didn't let them ruin my day so go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my shift I laughed.  I got a voicemail from Mantha that was high pitched, deafening and almost unintelligble.  It screamed at me that "I GOT A CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  There were probably more exclamation points in there but you get the idea.  I'm so happy for her.  I'll have to try to call her tomorrow to talk about that.  Not sure how that's going to work since I have another 11 hour day tomorrow.  Yay for overtime/time and a half for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding Bailey:  after work I got a text message from Bailey, after the voicemail from Mantha.  It stated that Bailey quit her job.  I'm glad because she has been miserable at that job for over a month.  Being miserable just isn't worth it.  There are many other opportunities out there for her.  I'm proud that she quit; she sounded so ecstatic.  She promised to call me tomorrow with more details.  Yipee I get to talk to Bailey!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my roommates should be back soon and they promised to make me cookies when they got back.  That's what they went out for, stuff to make cookies.  I consider that a great way to end the day.  And since I worked off some weight I think I deserve a cookie or two.  This might not be the best way to lose weight, but at the rate I'm going I might need the help not to become a stick or some such thing.  Well, that's all for now.  Byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-3514034661680646203?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/3514034661680646203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=3514034661680646203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3514034661680646203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/3514034661680646203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupid-gay-day.html' title='Stupid Gay Day'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-1698848235207106619</id><published>2008-06-06T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:50:32.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off Take 2</title><content type='html'>I love having days off.  I won't get one until Wednesday and that doesn't really count since I have class for 4 hours that day.  Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Disney Hollywood Studios (previously known as MGM) with Abby.  This was the beginning of Star Wars weekends; they last all through June.  So when we got there, Storm Troppers were on the roof of the front gate and they talked while pointing their guns at us.  It was entertaining.  Especially watching the little boys around.  They were fun to watch because they got so excited about the Star Wars stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby and I got to go on a lot of stuff.  We rode the new Toy Story ride.  It's similar to the Buzz Lightyear ride only its in 3-D.  We also rode Tower of Terror, Rockin Roller Coaster, The Great Movie Ride (I wasn't really impressed with that one), Star Tours and we watched the Beauty and the Beast show as well as the Indiana Jones show.  Overall, it was a great day.  However, it was SO sunny and hot I think I lost another pant size just from sweating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pants sizes, in a month I have lost one pant size!  It makes me so happy!!!!  Yay for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was just chilling with Abby and vegetating while watching Friends with Bree.  I also got to talk to Bailey tonight and that made me smile.  And no matter what Matt might believe, Indiana Jones will always be hotter than Bailey.  No offense Bailey but boys will always be hotter to me.  Though I do like that Matt finds you hotter than a boy.  That is extremly encouraging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that's all I have.  Now I'm going to go to sleep so that I can make it through my 11.5 hour shift tomorrow.  Byes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-1698848235207106619?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1698848235207106619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=1698848235207106619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1698848235207106619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1698848235207106619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-off-take-2.html' title='Day Off Take 2'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-8274182461252748408</id><published>2008-06-06T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:52:23.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Having a break from the running around like a mad woman was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sleep in today but that failed.  You see, 4 days ago, the maintenance guys came to "fix" one of the bathrooms in the apartment.  They fixed it so well that the door wouldn't shut!  Well, they had 3 days to fix it while we were all at work and not here but NO they come on the one day that 4 of us get to sleep in.  So we all woke up a little grumpyily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the rest of the day was a blast.  I hung out with my trainer from work who is now my best friend down here.  She told me that she had been praying for a while to have a good friend while she was here.  And she found me while I found her!  Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Rachel and I went shopping a lot.  I got to talk to Matt while I was out which made me happy.  At Ross, I found a cute blue dress, not quite a club dress though.  So at Old Navy, I found myself a black sequeny club dress and capris that are actually capris on me!!!  Wahoo!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, Rachel and I went to the Macaroni Grill because she had never been there before.  That was fun times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done shopping we went to the Magic Kingdom and walked around, riding rides and just hanging out.  I enjoyed it even though we didn't get to ride that much because it was long lines even though the park wasn't that crowed.  Weird, but o well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, me and Rachel and another friend from work Veronica went back to Rachel's apartment.  We ordered pizza for dinner and decided not to go to PI because it was gay day which meant that it would be more crowded than normal and filled with gay people.  So instead, once Adam (Rachel's crush :P) got there we played drinking games and just talked for the rest of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now Bree is back and needs to rant about her horrid day at work.  So I'm going to be a good rooommate and go let her vent.  Byes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-8274182461252748408?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/8274182461252748408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=8274182461252748408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/8274182461252748408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/8274182461252748408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/break.html' title='A Break'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-6944313068973820297</id><published>2008-06-04T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:02:15.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Assesment</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my previous post was a tired post.  No, the magic has not worn off, I was just worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was my assesment day.  That means the manager(s) "interview" me about my knowledge about my job in detail.  If I pass it means I have earned my ears and I am no longer in training.  I passed.  During the assesment though, I was told to sit on my hands so I would stop raising them every time I knew an answer when it wasn't my turn to tell the manager the information that she asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such an easy day.  Pretty much all I did was sit with my trainer and review for the assesment, do a little bit of work to refresh our knowledge, go on break, have the assesment, and then I got off early.  Yay ra!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a blast however.  I have the day off, I get paid, I am going out with my trainer Rachel, who is AMAZING!, then going to PI (Pleasure Island in Disney slang).  I am truly my mother; I am going out "drinking" with friends from work so that I can be the designated driver.  It made me smile and laugh a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have to go since we have inspection tomorrow.  I have to help clean the apartment.  My roommate Wendy is making dinner and I absoulutly love her for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Mom I hope this post had enough exclamation points to make you believe that Disney has not lost it's magic.  I LOVE DISNEY WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-6944313068973820297?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6944313068973820297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=6944313068973820297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/6944313068973820297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/6944313068973820297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/assesment.html' title='Assesment'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-7809095404598449415</id><published>2008-06-04T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:26:56.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Day 2</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was fun.  I got to work only to realize that they messed up my schedule for yesterday.  I was scheduled to work until 12:45 but since I was training and had to learn how to close it was a sorry just kidding moment and they told me that I was working until 2.  So I didn't get back to my apartment until after 3 and now I have an 8 hour shift starting at 11 which means I didn't get to sleep in.  I barely got 5 hours of sleep.  I'll post more tonight or tomorrow when I have more time.  For now, I have to finish getting ready and head out to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-7809095404598449415?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/7809095404598449415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=7809095404598449415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7809095404598449415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/7809095404598449415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/training-day-2.html' title='Training Day 2'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-5741617687978333779</id><published>2008-06-03T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:00:25.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Day 1</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was a great lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began my day by going to Chick Fil A with Bree, where they messed up her order but she got more food that way so it worked.  Then we went to Target to get our shoes for work.  For all black shoes, they are actually really cute and extremly comfortable.  Plus, I spent half of what everyone at my job said they spent so I win.  Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part of my day was going to the Magic Kingdom for my first day of training.  I got there ridiculously early because I needed to go to Costuming to find the other parts of my costume that were unavailable or that I forgot the day before.  Then I went to find my locker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my locker, I met the Fairy Godmother.  She was very nice and she used to live in Crofton and her son still lives there.  It made me very happy.  After I checked my locker and dropped some of my stuff off, I went to the Mouseketeria to read my book for a little bit.  I saw Aladdin, Aurora, Peter Pan and Jasmine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started my training with a little bump at the beginning.  We signed up for the Disney Learning Center, so that we can check out resources if we need to.  Then we went to Casey's (we being me, Jeremy and Amy the other 2 training with me and Rachel our trainer).  At Casey's there was a bit of a problem.  Costuming was out of the Casey's aprons which you must have to work.  So we called and there was only one left.  Since my group was training in the front of the house we got dibbs.  So we took a field trip to costuming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At costuming we went and asked for the apron.  It was the same guy that we talked to on the phone and he said that there were no aprons.  I really thought that my trainer might spontaneously combust at that point.  The guy went in the back and found one and all was well with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Casey's and began our actual training.  I caught on really quick, as did the other 2.  It's a fast paced area to work and there is no room for personal bubbles but I love it.  The people I work with are fun, so far at least.  One of the girls who works there, Sophia, hugged me a lot.  It made me happy because I love hugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get off work until about 1:30 and didn't get back to my room until 2:30.  I didn't even realize I was tired until I stopped moving.  I guess that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I have the same schedule for work as yesterday, tomorrow I work from 11 am to 7:30 pm and then I get 2 days off before working an 11.5 hour shift on Saturday.  I will be very busy and it will be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-5741617687978333779?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/5741617687978333779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=5741617687978333779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5741617687978333779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/5741617687978333779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/training-day-1.html' title='Training Day 1'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-1914487953396387184</id><published>2008-06-01T16:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:50:16.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overview</title><content type='html'>So, today I had to get up at a time that I did not believe existed.  I had to be up at 5 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IN THE MORNING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  That time has never existed in my world.  O well, that will be the end of my early morning rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be up so early so that I could go to my overview/walkthrough of the Magic Kingdom, my new place of employment!  It was 5 hours walking through the park and the backstage area and then 3 hours of lunch, intro to my new job, a few videos and getting my costume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walking all day really didn't bother me.  It was hot, but it could have been worse.  As a group we got to ride the Haunted Mansion and Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger ride.  That was fun and air conditioned.  I am coming to appreciate air conditioning a heck of a lot more than I used to.  Go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstage was amazing.  I got to see 8 characters without their costumes.  It was kind of weird.  I saw Cinderella, Aurora, Belle, Alice, Ariel, Jasmine, and Wendy.  Totally weird.  It still made me happy even though it was a little odd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am officially working at Casey's Corner, a hot dog shop on North Main Street.  My costume is a baseball looking uniform.  I actually wanted to work here.  I can pull of baseball cap and uniform.  I think I look kinda cute in my new costume.  That's a perk because a lot of people think they look hideous in their costumes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first day of training is tomorrow from 16:30 (we go by military time here; for those who don't know what that means, I am starting at 4:30 pm) and my shift lasts until 24:45 (aka 12:45 am).  At least I get to sleep in.  I have to go into the park kind of early to get the rest of my uniform; I forgot to get my special socks and they were out of aprons.  O well.  At least I won't be late.  Because if you are even a minute late to clock in you get in trouble.  So I will never be late.  Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to Epcot for a little bit with Abby and we met up with Wendy.  We didn't get to see much since there is SO much at Epcot.  But we have plenty of time to see it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go get my shoes sometime tomorrow or tonight.  I get 50% off at Payless so I need to find that.  Shouldn't be a problem.  I'm excited about my discount!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now.  I will follow up with more updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-1914487953396387184?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1914487953396387184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=1914487953396387184' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1914487953396387184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1914487953396387184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/06/overview.html' title='Overview'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-4198279455936037423</id><published>2008-05-31T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:02:07.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SEFMLB7J8OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3553qe3pbig/s1600-h/Cinderella%27s+Castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206526396595826914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SEFMLB7J8OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3553qe3pbig/s320/Cinderella%27s+Castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SEFMLh7J8PI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tVplMTonyo0/s1600-h/Roomies+at+the+Magic+Kingdom+Day+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206526405185761522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SEFMLh7J8PI/AAAAAAAAAAg/tVplMTonyo0/s320/Roomies+at+the+Magic+Kingdom+Day+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to the Magic Kingdom last night with my roommates. It was so much fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wen and Bree had never been to Disney World before but had been to Disney Land. Abby had never been to either place. In fact, Abby has never been on a vacation in her life. So watching her see Disney World for the first time made me so happy. She was like a little kid finally seeing a dream she never thought that she would. It was amazing walking around the park and looking at it through someone else's eyes who had never seen anything like this before. It was funny because she kept laughing at herself for being so happy. The grinning never stopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us watched the SpectaMagic parade- it's the one with all the characters lit up with Christmas looking lights and it's only at night. We also watched the Wishes fireworks. We rode a few rides but not many because we didn't get to the park until about 7:30. The rides we did go on were The Haunted Mansion, Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, Pirates of the Caribbean and Space Mountain. Because the line at Space Mountain was so long we didn't get off the ride until 11:30 pm which was 30 minutes after the park closed but it was Special Magic hours which meant there were still lots of people in the park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a great night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7248886049542628248-4198279455936037423?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4198279455936037423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=4198279455936037423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4198279455936037423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4198279455936037423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/05/magic-kingdom.html' title='Magic Kingdom'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJv-W62JELM/SEFMLB7J8OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/3553qe3pbig/s72-c/Cinderella%27s+Castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-4425179947229566518</id><published>2008-05-30T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:01:16.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Official</title><content type='html'>I am officially a Disney employee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Disney badge and nametag today, I went to the 4 hour class of Traditions, during Traditions break I went shopping at the Company D store and got some cool stuff.  I accidentally bought Sofie a present.  I'll just have to find something good for Lexi and Mik before I send it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, to celebrate the fact that we are official Disney employees, I am going to the Magic Kingdom with my roommates.  Bree, Abby and Wen have never been before so that is going to be awesome.  Bree is so excited, it's like having an adult child with me.  There's someone like me!!  Yay!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be so much fun.  I can't wait.  Well, I need to go now and write Thank You cards and call my loan company.  Some things have to get done you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-4425179947229566518?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4425179947229566518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=4425179947229566518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4425179947229566518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4425179947229566518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/05/official.html' title='Official'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-6705392092963864149</id><published>2008-05-29T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:40:45.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day</title><content type='html'>I love my roommates!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all such Disney freaks it's amazing.  This is going to be fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have gone shopping a lot.  Today me Wendy S. and Abby went to Downtown Disney for window shopping.  We are going to go so broke by the end of our 7 months here.  There is so much that we want!  It will be so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for a class for the summer program.  It's Advanced Hospitality Management.  I can sign up for a fall class too later in the program if I want.  This is going to be so cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I am working at the Magic Kingdom on Main Street.  I will either be at Casey's Corner (a full out food place with hot dogs, hamburgers, etc.), The Cone Shop (all ice cream) or The Bake Shop.  2 of my roommates will also be working at Magic Kingdom.  How cool is this!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pool party tonight where I am getting free pizza (my roommates just informed me of that since I told them I was going to eat leftovers for dinner).  That's going to be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Traditions tomorrow which counts as my first real day of work.  I'm getting paid for it.  Yay!  Afterwards, me and my roommates are going to the Magic Kingdom since half of my roommates have never been to Disney World.  Then on Saturday I have a class teaching me about food and beverage training stuff and on Sunday I have an orientation of the Magic Kingdom.  I will be walking all day figuring stuff out but I get to go there before the park even opens.  Can you imagine what that would be like!?  I bet it's going to be surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates and I have also started talking about Thanksgiving dinner.  Since we all have to work Thanksgiving and my parents and John are coming down we (my roommates and I) are going to make our own first (for me anyways) Thanksgiving dinner.  We are already planning who will make what.  Exciting!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all that I have for right now.  I'll keep posting as time goes by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-6705392092963864149?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/6705392092963864149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=6705392092963864149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/6705392092963864149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/6705392092963864149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/05/second-day.html' title='Second Day'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-4281647177633014677</id><published>2008-05-28T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:08:05.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>I made it!  I got through the first steps of orientation today.  There's more tomorrow and I start work on Friday.  It's moving so quick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met all my roommates.  5 amazingly fun girls.  I forsee this semester with them as nothing but exciting.  They are:  Bree (Brianna) from California, Wendy from Pennsylvania, Wen (Wendy) from California, Beth from New York and Abby from Iowa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 3 bedroom apartment, with 2 bathrooms, a medium sized living room, a small-ish kitchen and it is directly across from the big pool at the complex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom helped me move in, we went out to lunch with 2 of roommates, she then took me to dinner after my 2 hour housing meeting and then I took her to the airport.  I am assuming that she made it home ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this!!  It is going to be amazing.  At the moment, I don't care if I do or don't get the professional internship.  This part of my life is going to be simply amazing and I wouldn't trade it for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-4281647177633014677?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4281647177633014677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=4281647177633014677' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4281647177633014677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4281647177633014677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/05/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-746838537498308904</id><published>2008-05-27T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:52:21.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival</title><content type='html'>I am in Orlando!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I got here around 2:45 today after driving for 9 hours yeaterday and 4.5 hours today.  I found my apartment complex; it is 4 lights away from Downtown Disney/less than a mile away from Downtown Disney.  I will upload pictures of my first few days here in the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I will be eating dinner tonight in Downtown Disney and I will probably be getting zero sleep tonight.  I am trying my hardest not to bounce around everywhere.  Not driving my mother completly insane would be a smart thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to go swim for about an hour, go to dinner, maybe a movie, and hopefully I will hear from my new roommate sometime today so that I can meet her before tomorrow.  Wish me luck as I begin my amazing new life of dreams come true!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-746838537498308904?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/746838537498308904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=746838537498308904' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/746838537498308904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/746838537498308904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/05/arrival.html' title='Arrival'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-4757977682087970133</id><published>2008-05-24T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:58:53.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Introduction"</title><content type='html'>I got this idea from Grandma’s blog who got it from Jennie’s.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     YOUR ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car):&lt;br /&gt;Belle Cammie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.     YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe):&lt;br /&gt;Cookies &amp;amp; Cream Flip Flop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.     YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favorite color, favorite animal):&lt;br /&gt;Blue Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.     YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born):&lt;br /&gt;Ann Nashville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.     YOUR STAR WARS NAME (first three letters of your last name, first two of your first name):&lt;br /&gt;Cox As&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.     SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink):&lt;br /&gt;Green Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.     NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers):&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.     STRIPPER NAME (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy):&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Blossom-Lily Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.     TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your fifth grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter):&lt;br /&gt;James Jamestown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.                         SPY NAME (your favorite season/holiday, flower):&lt;br /&gt;Spring Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.                         CARTOON NAME (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now):&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.                         HIPPIE NAME (what you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree):&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Biscuit Tall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-4757977682087970133?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/4757977682087970133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=4757977682087970133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4757977682087970133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/4757977682087970133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/05/introduction.html' title='&quot;Introduction&quot;'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248886049542628248.post-1261129044614677126</id><published>2008-05-24T20:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:42:50.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post</title><content type='html'>So since I'm moving to Disney World I am making a blog so that my grandmother can keep track of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248886049542628248-1261129044614677126?l=secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/feeds/1261129044614677126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248886049542628248&amp;postID=1261129044614677126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1261129044614677126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248886049542628248/posts/default/1261129044614677126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://secondstartilmorning.blogspot.com/2008/05/1st-post.html' title='1st post'/><author><name>Princess Pixie Dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15794447079570175601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9F8HJ7Wjzmg/Tb99k4NQLuI/AAAAAAAAARo/5B7ffWyY-GE/s220/SDC12937.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
