I'm Not Sure Why This Post Exists.

All Disney Resorts, though incredibly different, all have something in common.

The soap.

You know what it ssaayyss on the soap?

A quote from the 1955 Mickey Mouse Show, it is a quote from our favorite mouse:

"Everybody neat and pretty? Then on with the show!"

I mean, I think they changed the soap from the black and red packaging to blue and white, but it DEFINITELY used to say that. I'm not sure what it says now. I forget.

I'm definitely a Disney dork.

I think I just thought of this because I just got out of the shower. And my "boyfriend" is playing some "shoot-up" video game... but it's okay because earlier he watched GLEE with me.

Boys will be boys.. and girls will blog about Disney Soap...

Elations for Communications!

I have an annoying need to be successful.

Yes, it's annoying. It even annoys me. I am going to college for a dual degree in Strategic Communications and English/Creative Writing. I am doing this Disney internship in hopes that the Disney name will pop on my resume. However, it doesn't look like Disney's College Program offers much in the way of Communications.

I almost feel like I should be doing the professional internship, but it's way too late for that. While I will be a street sweeper on Main Street USA, I feel as if I should be chugging out media projects and using social media and writing for the marketing team or something!!

SOOOOOOOO

I'm definitely going to take advantage of the speaker series when I'm interning with Disney. I'm going to be standing on the top of the Cinderella Castle yelling through a megaphone: NETWORK, NETWORK, NETWORK!!!!!!!!

You see.....

I already have a plan laid out.

After my internship, I'm going to come back to Ohio State and have an internship with the Medical Center. Hopefully, I'll graduate with over 4 internships or jobs in my field of study, and I'll nab some semi-high paying job in Philadelphia, where I hope to return to.

I have an incessant need to be successful. I hold myself in this high standard that I must adhere to... and hopefully Disney will help me realize that.

"It's kind of fun doing the impossible." - Walt Disney

Go for the Parks, Stay for the Resorts.

Whenever someone tells me they're going to Disney, I always ask them where they are staying. My least favorite response:
"Oh, we just stayed in a hotel outside the parks."


HOKAY.
I knowwww it's cheaper to stay outside of the parks. But it's only cheaper because it's not fun. You go back to your hotel room, flip on the tv probably, go to the little indoor pool... yadda yadda yawn.


At Disney, however, the "hotel" is half the experience.
In fact, it's not even a hotel. It's an oasis. It's a world away from the world. It's a resort.


People who stay in the Disney Resorts get special perks as well, such as being granted Disney's "Extra Magic Hours" (which are extended hours in the parks after they have closed), the advantage of complimetary transportation from the airport and parks, the Disney Dining Plan (Save up to 30% on food!), and package delivery. Did you buy a GINORMOUS stuffed giraffe at Animal Kingdom but don't want to carry it around all day? Disney will deliver Geoffrey straight to your room.


During past Disney experiences, my family and I would often reserve one day out of the entire week that was just devoted to the resorts. We pool-hopped. We rode on surrey bikes around a boardwalk. We walked around arcades and candy shops and took pictures in those little picture booths. When we stayed at the Polynesian, we watched sunfish sailboats glide on the water as we layed out in a hamock on the beach.


The parks are why you go to Walt Disney World. The Resorts are why you stay.


So Becky... what is your favorite Disney World Resort?






My brother and I often say that the most exciting part of Disney is first checking in to the hotel. The first time you walk into the Boardwalk lobbey, you smell the watery floridian scent, you see the light coming in through the porch windows, and the chairs that look as if they had been there for over a century. You see watercolor paintings of 1920's girls at the beach, and of course, you can't miss the chandelier with the golden carousel horses that look down valienty, hundreds of sparkling diamonds poised around them, glimmering in lamplight.

Walking to the room, you smell the delicacies brewing down on the boardwalk below and it always makes you hungry. You want steak and a cheeseburger and a ceasar salad and you want a diet coke. My dad always gets a beer from Big River Grill. Joey is always the first one to whip out his card to open the door of the hotel room. We all wait. We all watch. We all sigh as the blue door opens, and the cool rush of air conditioning plumes through the doorway.
Someone says "Welcome Home"

The Boardwalk is the Resort that we always run to the windows, thrust open the curtains, and take an eyefull of the glorious view before us. If you get a garden view at The Boardwalk, you will see peaceful floridian flowers and little duckies (aww) by a quiet, shimmering pool. If you get a Boardwalk view, you see the "Friendship" boats putter back and forth on the water, you see people milling around on the Boardwalk, you see the surrey bikes and the cotton candy and the restaurants and dance clubs and the kites flying high in the air. And oh - it's pure heaven.

And of course, if you get a pool view, you may be looking out upon the place where my dad, brother, and I like to frolic. (When we were kids my dad would do the "ROCKET LAUNCH!" and he would go underwater and catapult us high in the air, and it was the biggest rush for a little kid.

My family and I have stayed at many resorts within Disney, and they were all spectacular. We have stayed at the Contemporary Resort, The Polynesian (which is my second fav) and the Old Key West Resort.

But Becky... You have been to Disney about 15 times!! Why haven't you stayed at more Resorts?

Simple. The Boardwalk sucks you in. Every time we get together and figure out our Disney plans and where we're going to stay... it's always the Boardwalk. It's always because we've had the best times there. Its because it's walking distance to the parks, we can run around on the boardwalk, and we have tons of stuff to do... right there.

So mull it over. Check it out. Any resort you end up staying at... just... make sure it's a Disney resort... eh??

http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/resorts/

^Go here. It's amazing. And the pictures are super pretty.

Rain, Rain, Go Away, Come Again Another Day

... Little Becky wants to play...

Usually on rainy days I'm happy. There is something so wondrously peaceful about the rain that softens the earth. Rain turns the world into one huge watercolor. Everything is green and soft and comfy. There's that ever so homey eiderdown to come home to, when you take down your umbrella and shake off the cold... just come in... inhale the steam from your tea cup...

Usually on rainy days I feel like this:

"Oh dear wouldjya look at those clouds? Heaven sakes I gotta go find my man so he can protect me from the THUNDER!!"

And then (of course) I FIND my man and he shelters me and we snog in the rain and it's soooooo romanticccc and there is even background music playing that sounds like the theme music from "Gone With the Wind."

But today...

Oh today.

Today I took a two hour nap (I bet I snored) and woke up and ate a brownie and sucked down some coffee...

And now I have about thirty pages to read of "Paradise Lost" by John Milton.

... You're really not helping things, Johnny boy.

... Second cup today. It's all John Milton's fault.

... Maybe if I take another nap I'll be on my game. Or maybe I just need more chocolate until each one of my organs shuts down one by one and THEN (!) I wouldn't have to go to class tomorrow and I can walk in, no - LIMP in on THURSDAY and tell him that I almost DIED and THATS why I couldn't....

.... oh forget it... I'll just read it and then watch a Disney movie and hum "When you wish upon a star" to myself in the shower.

But of course, I can't go wishing on any stars tonight. It's too cloudy.

What of that, Jimminy?

Here You Leave Today...

...And enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy.

The first time I was at Disney World, I was a baby, and my mom put a white bonnet on my head. I really don't remember anything more about it, other than my Uncle Bob fed me my first ice cream in EPCOT, right near one of the shops. It was chocolate. I was in love.

I have been to Disney World about fifteen times.

Now, listen up. My parent's aren't psycho. The weren't exactly bored, either. They just knew that Disney was the perfect place to go if you wanted memories. I'm not talking the "and then auntie sue burnt the sauerkraut" kind of memories, but the kind that go somewhat like this:

It was Magic-hours. EPCOT was empty, save for the several souls wandering the park with their special passes. Mom and I wandered through the thick Floridian night. The parks always smelled of palm trees and those water fountains they have everywhere, that make everything smell of nickel and concrete, and it is absolutely fabulous. Spaceship Earth has a smell of it's own. We walked through the gigantic mouth of the huge, silver dome, and heard the tingling music as we boarded onto the marine-blue cars. The cave boy painted his hand onto the wall. The monk fell asleep at his desk. Michaelangelo laid on his back with his paintbrush poised to the chapel ceiling. The paperboy called out "EXTRA!" as bleeps of communication echoed through the wires of the world. This is what EPCOT is about... this is what Disney is about: bringing people together from across the globe, and being excited about it.

It's those kinds of memories: the kind where you remember how wide your eyes were as you made a discovery, the kind where you remember how hard you laughed, how tight you held your breath, how at home you felt, and how you permit yourself - just one time - to wish as the fireworks pierce the sky.

Bedtime at Disney is time to pass out. Breakfast at Disney is time to PIG out. And all times at Disney are times to bond with family and make memories, and not just the kind that hide in a photo album, but the kind your family laughs about together. It's about those kinds of memories.

(A picture my brother took of The World Showcase at night)