Gives You Hell

I never thought one of my days at Disney could ever trump the horrible awfulness of my days in strollers, but I was wrong.

So wrong.

Yesterday, my dad came into town on business so Megan and I picked him up from Downtown Orlando so that we could go to T-Rex for dinner. This was all well and good, but as my dad was driving, he noticed that another light on my dashboard came on. Previously, it had just been the "ETS off" and "Check Engine" lights, but now the battery light was on. We decided to bring the car in Wednesday to get it looked at.

After dropping my dad off, the seatbelt light and ABS light come on. Megan and I are now five minutes away from home, and the airbag light and check fluid light come on. I'm in panic mode and am starting to come frightening close to Cuss-ville USA. We approach a stoplight and all of the lights go off.

All.

And then my car turns off. Completely and totally.

So Meg and I are trying to wave people around us while we figure out what to do. A cop pulls up behind us and tells me to move.

No kidding. Really? I can't just park here?

We tell him that we're calling AAA, but he tells us to just call a friend and get a jump. Okaaaaay. We call David, but he's at a Halloween party. We call Mike, David's roommate, and he books it over and gives me a jump.

As Mike's following us home, I'm on the phone with him, and I begin to panic again, because the gas pedal is pushed all the way to the floor and my car's slowing down. He tells me to keep going, but then I lose power steering and have to pull over.

Mike then decides we'll push the car home. All two miles home.

So there we are. Mike's pushing and steering, Megan and I are pushing from behind, flip flops flailing, running pell mell. Mike complains that he just showered. Megan has to pee. Things aren't looking up.

Then a humongous bus comes and tries to run us over.

Not only does it try to run us over, it calls us in to security of the apartment complex we're passing to tell on us.

Skeeze.

We pull over and Mike goes to talk to the security guards and they let us in. I finally call AAA and a tow truck comes to tow my car to the nearest repair shop. The tow truck man was in fact very jolly and put me in a good mood, which was a tremendously difficult feat. Dan. What a great guy. He even called me an hour after I got home to make sure I got home safe. Precious.

Anyway, we end up catching a ride home from Erica, a friend of ours and don't get home until about 12:30 am. We had left my dad around 9 pm? Something like that....and poor Megan had to be up for work around 5 am.

Suckiest day in Florida thus far.

To top it all off, I have a broken alternator, alternator belt, ruined spark plugs, and something to do with fluids that need to be flushed. You can add up the cost on your own.

Needless to say, no good.

A Whole New World

They're revamping my old stomping grounds of Fantasyland.  Needless to say, everyone at Disney is straight up freaking out.  Enjoy the first sneak peek :)

- Jessica

Don't Stop Believin'

I'm sorry that I'm the worst at this, but my (Jessica) days are rather full...it takes a lot to just sit down and actually write on the computer, you know?

First of all, there's work. Lots of it. But I do love it. As a Fairy Godmother in Training, I work on princess' hair and tell them stories about my life in the castle - how the Fairy Godmother (as in, Cinderella's) recruited me from Michigan to get me out of the cold weather. Now I live upstairs above the boutique, eat chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, and am 220 years old (You have to be at least 1,000 years old to be a real fairy godmother, so that's why we're all in training. Also, the pixie dust keeps us young looking, even if one princess did tell me I looked my age. Ouch.) Here are the 3 hairstyles:

The Fairytale (my favorite):

The Disney Diva:
The Pop Princess (the hairstyle on the left):

When I'm done working, I work out. I'm kind of in a competition, so I'm work out semi (but not really) -hardcore, even though I honestly think that David and Megan are being paid off to try to deter me from working out. Just a theory, but probably correct.

They distract me by inviting me to do stuff, like go to cast previews of parades, go out to movies, play in the parks, yada yada, yada. They are bad.

The cast preview of the Halloween parade was off the chain. For those of you who know me, you know that is a BIG deal that I liked the parade, considering the complete and utter disdain that I hold for parades in general. It was totally legit though. LOVED it.


The headless horseman totally took my breath away. It was excellent.


We went and saw "All About Steve" in the theaters and I haven't laughed that hard in a theater since "The Hangover."



Oh. My. Word.
SOO freaking hilarious.

In other news, I went to Cinderella's Castle to eat breakfast for Ebonee's birthday (the one with the tiara).


Again, off the chain. I never thought I'd be able to eat there!! Now I've been in every place in the castle that the public is allowed to go.

I know. Be jealous.

Also, Belle played with my hair and told me it was soft and beautiful. Excuse me while I go pass out for a bit from excitement :)

As always, for more pictures of my Disney adventures, click here.

Lastly, I got my first package in the mail yesterday!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I totally 100% loved it :)

Speaking of love, love you all (probably...considering I don't know absolutely everyone who reads this, but I'm gonna go with it's mostly true...)

Jessica