WDW Withdrawal

It usually starts with something small, like an e-mail in my inbox that Disney is running a promotion. 30% off a six-day vacation? Let’s calculate how much that would be. Oh…well never mind then.

But then the seeds are planted. I start thinking about it more and more. I haven’t been in over a year, I’ll think. Surely there’s a celebration to be had. I start talking about it obsessively, and it always leads to one conclusion: I need a Disney World vacation.

That doesn’t mean I always get one, though. Far from it. If I went every time I wanted to I’d be very, very broke.  That means I need to find a way to get my Disney fix and stave off the vacation cravings as long as possible. In that pursuit, I am dedicating this little piece of the internet to my love of WDW (obsession? Perhaps.) I’ve decided that those days when I just can’t stop thinking about being in Disney will henceforth be known as my “Zip a Dee Doo Dah Days” and I will channel my desire to be there into posts about my favorite memories, tips and thoughts on the parks. I don't have insider information. I'm not affiliated with the Walt Disney Company or any subsidiary. I just have my observations and hopefully some wit.

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Here’s hoping it helps ease the withdrawal!

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Conversations with my grandparents.

Mom-mom: "What is Ben doing today?"

Me: "He's taking himself to the movies."

Mom-mom: "You have a weird relationship."

Pap-pap: "I couldn't sleep, so I was trying to watch TV. I didn't know they tried to sell pornographic things then."

Mom-mom (under her breath): "Not that they'd do anything for him anyway."

Me: "I was listening to a comedian who said that you should ask your grandfather about the last time he had sex, and it will be the funniest conversation you ever have."

Pap-pap: "Heh. Heh heh heh."

Mom-mom: "...it's been quite a while."

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I love cake. Hence, I love birthdays. Especially my birthday because I get to pick the cake. Or the foods of celebration in this case, since I'd already had birthday cake last week. My birthday was on a Thursday this year and it was pretty darn awesome. Casual and fun.

At work, my boss gave me flowers, and my awesome interns surprised me after work with cupcakes from Hello Cupcake on Capitol Hill. They were so good I ate two.

We had dinner at Red Robin with my little brother and father (toasting with their bottomless root beer floats).

The boys helped me unwrap my gifts.

My mother is very crafty, so she saves a lot of things. This is the first time she's left me a note on a birthday gift to save things though.

B was disappointed to find out that he had given me the exact same birthday card two years in a row (and I could prove it, since he always dates his cards). His words were "Damn it, Hallmark!" But it's a nice card, so if he thinks of me when he sees it I have no objections.

I felt really loved with all the well wishes and little things my friends and family did (texts, cards, gifts, Facebook posts) to let me know they were thinking of me. And that's the best part of any birthday.

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Until next summer, Rita's

We got a jump on celebrating my birthday early this weekend with a trip to Uno's Pizzeria and one last visit to Rita's before the end of the season. 

Even though we had to sit in the car with our coats on and it was dark out it was still amazing.

Brr.

Then Sunday I had birthday cake..and birthday cake ice cream to go with it. It was forced on me by my parents. Clearly.

My "I love cake" face.

But then I went for a walk in the park with B...so it all evens out, right? Yes.

Elsewhere in the week...

I made the Washington Post, 

 #musempeopleproblems,

and Truman sat on the remotes.

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Weekend Recap

B was away for the weekend on a motorcycle trip, so I took the opportunity to fill my weekend with other friends and family.

Friday night I had pizza and beer with my little brother while watching World's Dumbest.

Saturday I indulged...a lot. Since B doesn't like to eat junk food and I love it, I tend to go a little overboard when he's away. Ice cream by myself, and then dinner and wine with my girlfriends while we watched wedding shows. We capped off the evening with a cupcake tasting.

Sunday morning I got to have snuggles with my fur babies.

Sunday myself, my brother and one of my cousins took my grandmother out to dinner for her upcoming 75th birthday. 

Party shoes.

In my hometown there's a rather unique restaurant built in an old chicken coop on a farm, and it is THE PLACE to go to celebrate something (it's also one of THE ONLY PLACES to go, but that's beside the point). They serve food family style, and the only thing you choose is your main dish. In the "appetizer" round they bring out cottage cheese and apple butter, coleslaw, fruit and sugar biscuits or "hush puppies". The hush puppies are not the kind you get in the south. They are simply biscuits fried and rolled in sugar, and they are one of the best things you will ever put in your mouth.

Mouth-watering goodness.

We made her sit with a birthday balloon. Thankfully no one sang.

After you are full of fried carbs, they bring you your entree (my cousin and I split fried chicken and eggplant parmesan) along with green beans, corn, french fries and, at our request, more hush puppies. And if you aren't done (which you aren't) they top it off with a dish of ice cream. Afterwards, as tradition dictates, you roll yourself out onto the grounds of the farm to visit the pond and the ducks that live there. If you are in the know, you save some of the non-sugared dinner rolls (since no one eats the non-sugared ones, there are plenty) to feed the little guys.

Such a great weekend, but glad to have B home safely for snuggles.

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One Year Later

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2014

As of Sunday, September 7, B and I have officially been married for one year. Time does indeed fly. In many ways the year was the same as the past four (three? four? I don't even know anymore) that we've been together. We already lived together, so we didn't need to merge two households. We already shared a joint bank account. I didn't change my last name. Really, our day to day lives didn't change that much, but there is something intangibly different about being "official". It feels different to be presented to the world as a married couple, even though our commitment to one another was cemented long ago. 

We wanted to mark the occasion with a few days of just enjoying one another's company. Also we just bought a house and aren't in a position to shell out cash for a big splashy trip at the moment. So we took off from work Friday and spent two days at the beach with some good friends.

Sunset over the bay.

 

Ice cream, always.

We went home Saturday night and spent our actual anniversary hanging out at the house, and doing some of our favorite things together:

Eating.

B made me blueberry pancakes for breakfast and I used my favorite Disney "Mrs." mug. We also got Chipotle for dinner and had frozen yogurt for a special treat.

Cuddling.

With both each other and the cats.

And being outside on a beautiful day.

Hiking in the local park.

I personally love to find unique gifts, so I gave B a wallet card to replace the tattered note I wrote to him years ago that he's been keeping in there, and a little book of things I love about him.

A lovely day to cap off a great year, and a great way to launch the next, hopefully-equally-as-great one.

  

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That was some sexism!

Last night at the gym I finished my sets of dead lifts, put away my bar and plates, and was stretching out my back when a guy came up to me and said, “You’re like, the only girl who dead lifts.” I responded that that wasn't true, and that I’d seen a few here at the small gym where we both were. He said, “By a few, you mean like, one. Good for you.” At first I was flattered. I even said thank you to the guy. And then later, just long enough later that it was too late to really say anything else, I was like, wait a minute! That was some sexism!  Worse, that was some of the most insidious kind of sexism, the kind couched in a supposed compliment, the kind that gets into your psyche and even encourages you to think the same way for a minute. I mean, who doesn't want to think that they’re special? Or unique? Or that they do something that others can’t/won’t? It took me a minute to shake off that feeling, and to realize that yes, I was proud of myself, but because I had accomplished a personal goal, not because I was somehow “better” than any other women who may or may not choose to dead lift. I wish I had had the presence of mind to say something along the lines of, “Do you realize that your “compliment” is perpetuating sexism by espousing the idea that women’s achievements are anomalies and not the norm?” or, “I’m guessing it isn't intentional, but your comment is actually incredibly sexist in assuming that, because you haven’t seen them in this very small gym, women (or ‘girls’ as you put it) don’t dead lift.”

Don't tell me women don't dead lift. Via

Let’s not do this, OK? Let’s all make an effort to rethink the things we say so casually, to realize that even if we believe in gender equality, little statements like, “you’re the only girl who dead lifts” or “we have a boy in our ballet class, good for him!” aren't necessarily compliments. They are also an implicit gendering of activities. People will probably say that I am overreacting, or being touchy or even bitchy. But the truth is, it’s these kinds of statements that keep sexism alive. They quietly reinforce gendered ideas before we even realize that they aren't compliments. And if we never realize that they aren't compliments, even if that was how they were intended, then those gendered ideas sink into our brains and slowly become part of who we are. We can’t let that happen. We all have to make an effort to stop. 

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