does that make me a bad person?

Just FYI this is not going to be about her. My roommate Mikal, pronounced like Michael, has a fiance (Heather) who is also her at Disney and they'll be getting married in about a week. So she is always over her or he over there. Lately she's been over her a lot and I'm ok with that, she's generally a pretty nice problem so I have no prob.

Last night I got home from work around 11pm and was making some eats. She came in about ten minutes after I did, so I guess she has a key now, hmm. I sat down to munch some grub and check my e-mails. I knew every that Mikal was sleeping in his bedroom so I turned the music down to a reasonable volume. But the instant I turned the music on Heather says to me "do you have to have that on?" I just gave her a blank look that said "huh?" Then she said "Mikal is sleeping and I don't want you to wake him." I assured her that Mikal would be fine and the music wasn't loud enough to bother him. But she persisted and not only that she gave me the pouty puppy dog face. I CAN'T STAND the puppy dog face. It made me want to turn the volume up, but i didn't I'm not that big of a jerk.

1st of all, you don't live her Heather. 2nd, if Mikal is bothered by the music I expect him to be a big enough kid to come out and tell me himself. And 3rd, my music is not going to wake him anymore than you going in there to pet his hair or whatever you were doing going into his room while he's "sleeping."

Anyway she decided that she was going to go into his room and listen for the music and if she could hear it would continue our debate, if not it's over I win. This is the part I'm wondering about. She went into the room and as soon as the door closed I pushed mute. And as soon as the door began to open for her to come out I pushed unmute. She came out looking suprised. She honestly thought that she would hear my music. All she said was something about how our apt must be better sound proffed than hers. I just nodded.

So, viewers, that make me a bad person? Technically I cheated. What would you have done? Oh well it's over now. I win!

DUI?

I was working on the monorail platform at the Grand Floridian resort and spa. I was just doing my thing and loading guests onto the trains as they came in when this family came to the gates. As they waited for the train I didn't think they were odd at all because they all acted completely normal. One of the ladies in the group was using an ECV, commonly referred to as "one of those motorized wheelchair scooter things." No big deal I'll just drop the ramp when the train comes. And it did. So i put down the wheelchair ramp and stepped back. The lady in the ECV boarded first and everyone that was with her watched her very intently as she did so. But she got on safe no big deal. The best part came as the last of their party boarded the train and a man leaned to me and said "she had a little to much to drink tonight."

What! Look out here comes a driver under the influence. Stay off the sidewalks. Is that even legal? I laughed for a good while after that. I love my job.

you don't know i do that

There's a lot of people who wonder what I do with my time. Especially when it come to things like school, work and food. Some of you may think that I don't participate in one or any of these activities. The purpose of this is to convince you that contrary to popular belief I do in deed go to work, do homework and eat food.

My roommates last fall semester would always ask me if I ever did homework because they were always busy studying while I always wanted to play. What they didn't understand is that I did do homework, they just never saw me doing it. I usually did my homework right after class and before they would come home, or I did it after they went to sleep. I started class usually 1-2 hours after they did so I could afford to stay up later. Thus they never saw me doing homework and therefore had false ideas that all I did was play frisbee and guitar and hang out with my peeps.

My friends here in Florida think that I never work. It may have to do with the fact that I started work 3 days after they did and so for those 3 days all I did was ask people to come play with me. And now that I've started work I've had the weekends off so it seems like I don't work because they all work on weekends and I'm sure that they're just jealous. Also when I do work I work the late shift. So I play during the day and just sneak away for the evening.

This last part may come as a surprise to many of you (mom) but I do eat and sometimes I eat a lot. If I were to venture a guess as to why many people don't think I eat I would guess that it has to do with my lack of complaining about being hungry. I don't really get "hungry" my body does tell me that I need to eat, sometimes. But I'm never like "Ohhhhh I'm soooooo hungry I could die, blah blah blah..." I don't really feel hungry a lot and sometimes I eat because I know that I should and feel obligated to. Another reason why people may think that I never eat may be due to my perfect physique (stop rolling your eyes Jenni) and 6% body fat. I don't actually know my body fat %, that last part about the perfect physique was mostly a joke. Mostly.

Now for the truth, the real reason I disclosed all my deepest secrets is because I wanted to post a picture of my breakfast. I was delicious.

It's a state!

Kids say some pretty funny/messed up things at times. I was working the platforms at the monorails the other night, which pretty much consist of me tell guests where to stand while they wait for the next train to come, and there was a family standing by me. There was a cute (blond hair, pigtails, the whole bit) little girl, about 4 years old, standing around smiling at everything, so I asked here "where are you from?" Her eyes got big and she instantly turned to her mom. She tugged on her moms coat tail and asked "can I tell him?" This girl was well trained.

We all laughed a bit (stranger danger). Mom said "it's ok you can tell him." The girl turned to me and told me that she was from Michigan. Then her mom told her to ask me where I was from. The girl once again checked for clearance then asked where I was from. I told her that I was from Idaho. Her parents did the polite "Oh Idaho blah blah blah..." But the girl look very confused. She looked up at me with concern in her eyes and with all seriousness asked "Is that like some kinds of coffee?"

"WHAT?" "NO! it's a state."

I don't know what kids are learning in pre-school these days but Idaho is not coffee.

any minute now

I don't know what his name is. If I had to guess it would be Eugene or Jefferey, not Jeff, Jefferey. I met him at the bus stop but I'm not sure he met me seeing as how he did all the talking. In the 28 minutes it took for the bus to arrive I learned a lot more than I cared to about "Jeffery." I leaned how great it is to go to Disney's Hollywood Studios everyday before work and ride the Tower of Terror 4 time each morning. I learned that you can get high off of nutmeg, paprika is delicious if eaten straight. I now know where all the best bars and video arcades in town are. And I know that at -50 degrees frostbite can occur in 10 seconds. And how good Wendy's sounds right now.Thank you "Jeffery!" You've opened my eyes to a whole new world of possibilities.

Don't you love those people who want to talk so bad that they don't care of you're part of the conversation, just as long as you have a pulse and can mumble "ya" every 43 seconds or so. I think the most I said was when I interrupted to sarcastically comment on how great Wendy's sounds right now. I could not have appeared more uninterested had I been drooling all over myself. I wanted nothing more than to give "Jefferey" a plastic bag and tell him it was a Mickey Mouse mask. But I didn't all i did was mumble "ya" about every 43 seconds, stared straight ahead and keep reminding myself that the bus will come any minute now.

What's been goin' on/we're not in Idaho any more

Many of you may know that in July of '08 I returned to Idaho from 2 years of serving the Lord in the Oregon Portland Mission (OPM). Since then I've been emloying my time by attending school at BYU-Idaho. I've also been helping myself to a healthy portion of frisbee playing (my true love). But, the semester is over and I've moved on to what's been called my next adventure.

I am now living in Orlando, FL about ten minutes from Walt Disney World. I am also working at Disney, as part of their college program (CPs) in their transportation department on the monorails. During the past weeks I've been going through my "Platform Training" which includes a harsh regiment of pushing the door open button and yelling at guests to "move down."

There are many things here that obviously imply that I'm no longer in Idaho. Some indications are: people asking how long I've lived in Iowa, everyone making a big deal about the ridiculous cold 45 degree nights and the ever present majestic palm tree. There are a lot of indications that I am no longer in Idaho but I think the biggest of all came to me just yesterday.

It started like a normal day, as all days do, but as I boarded the A bus for work I noticed something that appeared a bit odd. There were 2 CPs at the end of the mostly empty bus with their lips intertwined. I'm not saying I was surprised to see 2 people kissing, it's not something I'm unfamiliar with. I did graduate from high school and i had just spent 2 years in Portland, so the sight of 2 people expressing their love in public was nothing new. The part that caught me off guard and caused me to double take was the fact that both of them were men. huh.

Next at work my trainer, a retired catholic school principal named Jim, told me a story. -Just as some back ground on Jim. He stands about 5'6" tall and weighs in at about 300 lbs. Jim has arthritis in just about every joint in his body and both of his Achilles tend ends have been removed for some reason or another. Jim also moved here from Boston area Massachusetts.- As Jim was telling me about a visit he had made to the park on a particular day he made reference to his husband. And now you're doing what I did mentally you're going over that sentence again to make sure you got it right. Maybe Jim just misspoke, but a mistake isn't a mistake when it's made repeatedly. Jim indeed has a husband to go along with his love for the Catholic Church. huh #2

And just to put the icing in the cake on the bus ride home from work at about 12:15am that night the bus was occupied by a couple wrapped in each others warm embrace. Once again both men. huh #3

Now I'm not saying that I'm a hater or a homophobe, cause I'm not. I'm just saying that I was a little caught off guard and now I've learned my lesson. I'm not in Idaho anymore.

OK Everybody

OK everybody!
This is for all of you who decide to read this (mom). I thought it might be fun to blog about all the amazing things that happen in my life, or at least just what's going on. I'll try real hard to make this fun but we'll see what happens, but no promises.