That Was Messed Up

Ok, So I got to go back to the water park yesterday to work, after being sent to a hotel/resort for the past week. I am just saying, I wasn't super excited, but I wasn't completely upset either. After we were closed (FINALLY) I started to walk around to do closing jobs with my fellow employees...excuse me "cast members" whatever. So we are walking around and I get sand all over and in side of my shoes...which is one of the worst feelings ever, so the logical thing to do is to use the little foot baths that we have and get out all the sand. While I was in the process of doing just this (btw, I am not the only one who does) the bells that signal the end of the day and the last meeting before you go went off. So I had two options, I could walk aaaallll the way around the sand and up the path and down the walk to get the the final meeting place aka the clock tower/board room...sad I am not sure which one it is actually referred to. Or I could walk as carefully as possible across maybe 15, 20 feet of sand (it might not actually be that much, I am really bad at guessing distances) I choose to use my awesome skills to get me across the sand. So I set out, and all is good. I am sure I looked like a loon, but I made it to the STEPS!!! NO SAND ON THE SHOES! I gave a little whoo! in celebration, my friends were all impressed...and then my happiness died...no it was killed. A life guard saw my trek, sarcastically said, oh are you trying to keep sand off your shoes? and then proceeded to give me all the sand that he had collected. My friends were sad for me and chewed him out a little. I had a huge look of disgusted shock on my face, but it was a little funny, cause he was just joking around. Oh, wait...I'm sorry, IT WAS NOT FUNNY! So then after a few laughs all around...but not really from me...I gave him the dirtiest look I could muster and was pleased to note that I had given him his dirtiest look of the day...and that is saying something because we work at Disney World, where all we get all day long are dirty looks. After a long day of belly buttons and bum cracks come on! Anyway it was messed up.

Always Yours,
Nae

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I Love You Dude...Well Your Music Anyway

Michael Jackson is dead. Am I over it...yes. But I am still nostalgic. His music has given me many happy times and many happy dance parties, and lets face it he has some rad moves and music videos. But alas, some good has come from this. On the day of his funeral we will be having a legit Michael Jackson dance party complete with gloves and whatever era of MJ style you choose to incorporate. It is going to be awesome. Anyway-thanks for the good music!

Always Yours
Nae

I'm a Sucker

So, I was pretty bored once upon a time. The End.

Things I am a sucker for… (in no particular order)

Lollipops
Beaches
Shopping =( it’s true
Swings
Dr Pepper
Massages
Church
Rain
Nail polish
Good music
Sun
Dancing
Dance parties
Florida
Great quotes from life, movies, books etc.
Kisses on the forehead
Smiles
Friends
Singing
Cologne (if it smells good)
Books
Book stores
People watching
Magazines
Popcorn
Animals…yes animals
Oohey gooeys!!
Movies
OLD movies
Fountains
Laughter
Eavesdropping...oops
My pillow
Road trips
Disney, obviously, I willingly became their slave
Rings
Breakfast
Psych
YOU!
Blankets
Family
Dares (that aren’t stupid-I mean, I have my limits)
Christian Bale- don’t judge
Alone time
..Not alone time...
Walks
Seattle
Inside jokes
Staying up late
Home
Sleeping in
Well, sleep in general
The 80's
Good conversation
Life!
Stretching
Late nights
Christmas
Hot cocoa
Sun salutations...and yoga
Going bare foot-under the right circumstances
Halloween…candy
Water fights
Mittens
Survivor..please don't judge me
The ocean-both coasts
Rexburg
The color blue
Lip gloss/balm/chap stick
Hugs
...OK so there are more things but I think this a pretty accurate list of whatever. Don't judge me.

Does Your Incompetence Know No Bounds?

Ok, So here is the deal. Today was awesome. I got to chill at the mall with Emmilie for 8 hours and it was so much fun. I met awesome people like Shawn, Betsy, stingy ice cream sample dude, and my absolute favorite, James Dean.

When we left for the mall, I noticed I didn't have my phone with me. No big deal, it isn't like people are trying to get a hold of me ever...sad I know, but welcome to my life. So, I was looking forward to a bitter sweet reunion with my phone when I got home. Bitter because I was sure I would find not one person tried to contact me during the 8 hours I was out, and sweet because I really like my phone.

So, I am thinking that my blessed phone is at Emmilie's apartment. But when we got back...no, no it wasn't. I was a little upset, because I wasn't planning on going back to my apartment that night and was glad because there was a thunderstorm. I realize that I have to go back to my apartment to get my phone. Obviously. I look in my bag for my keys...but guess what? They aren't there...I left those at my apartment too. No worries right? Usually at least one of my roommates is always home. ALWAYS. Whatever.

I decide to call over there first to make sure someone was home. So, I call a couple of times and there is no answer. weird. Try again...nothing. Well, maybe they just aren't answering the phone, or the phone is unplugged. I guess I will trek out in the ridiculous weather to see if anyone will answer the door.

I finally get there, and Emmilie was nice enough to let me borrow her umbrella ella ella eh eh eh. Thank you Emmilie, you are probably the reason I didn't burst into tears. Anyway, I get over there and no one is home. THE ONE NIGHT I NEED TO GET IN NO ONE IS HOME! I HAVE THE WORST LUCK IN EVERY DEPARTMENT OF LIFE! PRETTY SURE!

Whatever, I will just go talk to the security guys, they are pretty chill, and seem nice enough. I know they can get you in to your apartment. So I walk to the front entrance and tell them that I locked myself out of my apartment and ask to be let in. So this one dude he says, you have to wait until 10. OK...why? He says that the person who has the keys won't be able to let me in until then. Well fine, it is close enough to 10 no biggie.

He asks me for my apartment number and I tell him 14206(cause that is what it is) Then he asks me what my name is. Shanae Lewis, I say. He looks at the apartment list, which isn't long, because there are only four of us in there. He looks a little befuddled, and it makes me even more anxiety ridden, especially when he turns to look at me and says, hm your name isn't here.

I just look at him, with what I am sure, must have been one of the best faces I have given in my life, and say, ummm are you sure? Cause that isn't really possible. So he looks at the list again. Looks at me and says what is your full name? to which I reply, Shanae Lewis. No, he says, what is your full name. At this point, I was getting a little upset. There are only four names on the list, it isn't that hard to figure out. I said back at him a little more sternly, shanae-lewis. That is my full name. I don't have a middle name. He looks at me a little oddly again and then asks me to spell it..I wanted to hit him on the head with my umbrella ella ella...no joke. I start to spell it s-h-a-n-a-e l-e-w-i-s. OHHHH he says. Shanae Lewis!(except he pronounces lewis like lewees, with the emphasis on the last syllable...I almost screamed at him. THAT IS WHAT I SAID! and it is not lewees...it is Lewis...I am american and that name is not of spanish decent it is welsh so no it is not pronounced lewees mmmmk. Do they not check to see if you can read before you get this job? My name is pretty much phonetic, sound it out sparky...you have four FOUR names to choose from and they all are way different from each other.

Anyway, he writes my name down and asks me for a number where they can reach me so when the guy with the keys gets in, they can notify me. Are you serious? I am locked out of my apartment, I don't have a phone! which I told him, but in a not so mean way. So he looks at me and says, well you can wait outside the door... I said ok, how long is it going to take before he gets here. He said he had no idea, 20-30-40 minutes maybe. HAHAHA I am not standing outside. So he looks at me and says do you have friends you can stay with. Rude. Yes I do, but I don't know their number so you can call me. So finally I am just ready to forget the whole thing because I am really tired of this and it really did not seem to be worth it. He tells me to call him when I got to my friends place and give him the number and they would call me back. OK

So I get back to the apartment, tell Emmilie what happened, I wait for five minutes so she can stop laughing at my misfortune (it was pretty funny, and if I wasn't about ready to have a break down, I would be laughing too) So I call the security guy and give him the number and wait. I call my apartment one more time, don't get an answer and wait.

I finally get a call 10 minutes later telling me to go to my door to wait for the guy. I take the umbrella ella ella again and head off to my apartment. I get there, decide to knock on the door in case someone came home within then last ten minutes...and SURPRISE!! One of my roommates opens the door. At this point I really almost screamed. but instead I asked her (probably not in my most patient voice) how long have you been home? and she says, I don't know. And gives me a dirty look...awesome. To which I replied, I have been calling and calling and knocking on the door like crazy. To which she says, well you didn't call me. to which I said that is because I left my phone here, I was calling the apartment(our apartment phone is really loud)then she said that she was taking a nap and where was my key. I couldn't handle it, I was going to say some stuff I would probably regret if I didn't grab my stuff and go, because I am pretty sure our whole building could hear me knock on the door...actually I know they can because our walls are paper thin. I am just really glad I don't have to spend all that much time over there.

Before I went though I had to call the security guys to tell them not to send the guy with the keys. So I call and say my apartment number and my situation. He then asks me what my name was and I say Shanae Lewis, to which he says, Shayla?

COME ON!!!!!

NO!SHANAE. In my head I am thinking, MY NAME IS SHANAE. IT IS NOT THAT HARD! SHANAE, SHANAE. SAY IT WITH ME. HONESTLY, MY NAME IS SHANAE. Then he got it and said thanks and hung up.

And the absolute best part of it all...all of it was my fault. ALL of it. My keys were actually in my bag the whole time. I thought I looked well enough, but it wasn't until I got back from my apartment and dumped out my bag that I found them. I could have saved my sanity had I just done that in the first place. I am such a square.

Don't Forget Me Orlando

So here is the thing, I love Orlando. I love it so much, last night I was trying to figure out a way that I could stay in Orlando. And then I got really depressed when I realized that there was no way that I could. (and my mom would kill me)

A couple of days ago I had an awesome day at the beach, and I LOVE beaches. All kinds. But this trip was pretty much awesome. I actually got to swim in the water...you just don't do that in Seattle, well I guess sometimes you do, but not really. Whatever. Anyway, it was an awesome day, and I wish that I could just stay in Orlando but I have this pesky thing called school that I probably should finish up. I only have about a year left...and then... I AM MOVING BACK TO ORLANDO =) yay! Well that is my plan so far...so what if there isn't a huge dancing community? Maybe they need one! Bring it.
I will be the taskmaster of my own life thank you!

Basically, don't forget me Orlando, I will be back.

Inside Darth Vader is Just a Softy

So, today was a pretty crazy day. I have pictures but I am too tired to put them up now so you will just have to use your imagination.

So this morning, I go back to my apartment to find a roach of some sort hanging out. Sorry Mr. Roach...I don't think you got the message. BUT YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE! So I had to knock him off the door frame with my shoe(don't worry I used one I didn't care too much about in case things got a little messy). SO I knock the sucker down and it is hiding under my shoe. So I run and grab a tupperware...There is no way I am letting this creep run around my apartment. So after much running around the apartment, and screaming, and freaking out that it was going to run up my leg, I finally caught him (they are really fast!)I put something heavy over the tupperware so he couldn't escape and there he stays...until he dies. Call me what you like, I don't care. I am not letting him out until I am sure he is not going to run and hide under my bed, or run up my leg, or attack my face. He chose the wrong person to mess with.

So that was my morning. During the afternoon I went to Star Wars Weekends with a friend of mine because it was the last time that I could go...and I will admit it, I like Star Wars. So we get there, and decide to do Star Tours. We get going on the ride and one of my biggest fears came to life. The ride broke down... Now I don't know if you have done Star Tours but it is a simulated ride and you are closed in a room. I am a very claustrophobic person, especially if I feel like I can not get out of somewhere, and that is exactly what happened. Yay. So luckily it only lasted a few minutes otherwise it would have gotten ugly really fast.

After that we went to get food because we were hungry and our bodies had just gone through a lot. I mean our spaceship totally crashed...So we went to eat at Prime TV restaurant, which is my new favorite place to eat that is owned by Disney. It was so much fun, I can't even describe all that happened because it probably wouldn't make sense and it would take too much effort...effort and energy that I really don't feel like putting into this right now.

So anyway, after lunch it was time to get down to business and meet Darth Vader...which is the main reason I wanted to go. Darth Vader is tight. So we wait in line forever and everyone looks a little nervous around him. For good reason, I mean he is a pretty intimidating person...or machine...or whatever. So, I felt a little bad for Vader. I think he is just misunderstood. All he needs is love, love is all he needs. So I decided I would give him a hug. I finally get up there and sneak attacked him, which is pretty impressive on my part if I do say so, because of all his Jedi powers and what not. So I grab his arm and snuggled up to him a bit. It was great. Totally didn't see that one coming. I am pretty sure he liked it...but to protect his image he did try and choke me with the force. But it didn't work. I think it was because he liked me too much and couldn't commit. Anyway, it was pretty awesome. We have a date in a week...ok so that is a lie. But I am sure he would want to go.

Well, that basically covers everything...kinda, I am pretty much just too tired to write about the rest.

Always Yours,
Nae

P.S. Mr.Roach was still in his prison when I got home. All is well.

One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish

So, sometimes I have a hard time figuring out what exactly is going on in my head...no I am not crazy, I just have a hard time processing information or figuring things out because I sometimes think about them too much. It almost feels like my thoughts are made up of many Dr. Suess books...which sort of makes sense since I used to read them all the time when I was younger.

Anyway, there are certain things that I try to get out of my head, but they just won't leave. Or there will be things that I think I have figured out and the next second I am right back where I started. Or I just can figure out what it is that I am supposed to do. And all I can think is...if I can't figure out what exactly is going on in my head or what it is I want/need for my life, well that can't be good right? Awesome.

Does it mean that my life is going to be stuck in the children section of life? Can I please progress to some actual literature where, yes, things are still complicated but it usually makes sense in the end? I would really like to move up in the world...or forward I guess. You have been great Dr. Suess, really, I think you have definitely stimulated my creative thinking, I have too many options...now can we work on the problem solving? That would be great.

Always Yours,
Nae

Do You Believe In Magic?

Well, do you? Cause I do. I do so much that I feel completely comfortable falling asleep during the game because I have that much faith in the Orlando Magic...ok so I was just extremely tired and couldn't control myself, really. Anyway I wasn't a complete waste of a fan...the second I woke up and realized the game over, the first thing that I asked was whether or not we won...WHICH WE DID! YAY...Dwight Howard, not to be confused with Dwight Johnson...if you don't understand that comment, don't worry about it, you weren't supposed to. Anyway it was probably best that I was asleep so I could miss the comments coming my way from Emmilie (who I am pretty sure is my long lost sister or whatever) Anyway, what I mean is there is this player on the lakers, whose name I don't remember, probably because I am not the best/biggest NBA fan in the world...it's totally ok though. So lets just say that my friends and I think this particular player looks a tad bit like...well the Messiah...but we thought that was a little inappropriate to call him that...not that Moses is better...but ya that is what we call him instead. So this player, really bothers me for some reason, because he is pretty good, but anyway he just really bothers me...which also probably is another reason we should not have given him a religious nickname. (Helicopter...again if you don't understand that reference, you were not supposed to) So back to this pointless story...which all my stories are if you haven't figured it out yet. Anyway Emmilie thinks it is funny to call him my boyfriend....no thanks. maybe for the money...maybe...just kidding. But EVERY TIME he comes on the screen she says "hey, Shanae, there's your boyfriend!" So finally I had to threaten her...and it was an awesome threat-I will say that much. Anyway it was a great game even if Wally Szczerbiak wasn't there to pretty things up a bit. Anyway, it was a pretty good time, mostly because of the nap...and the fact that we won. Watch your back Kobe...

Always Yours,
Nae

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Ew.

So today was another beautiful day in sunny Florida! Work wasn't even all that bad. Aside from all the crack I see...no not the drug paraphernalia kind...the kind I see is much worse. I actually wish I could see the drugs rather than what I actually have to see. Oh yes, I spend my days at work trying to avoid looking at the actual people in the park because I have pretty much had to see it all and it can be quite repulsive.
There were two specific incidences today that particularly made me want to vomit, really. The first one, I was helping people into inter tubes and this hairy, overweight, 60 year old man comes down to get into his tube...oh and did I mention he was wearing a surprisingly small speedo? Oh I didn't? CAUSE HE WAS! And then he has to turn around and back into the tube in that little speedo. Ew.
Remember the crack problem I was talking about...um ya.
So the second instance actually seemed to follow me around all day. Maybe he was stalking me and channeling the attitude of his swim trunks. You will understand in a second. This man at the park today was wearing terry cloth (I KNOW, TERRY CLOTH) swim shorts (AND THEY WERE REALLY SHORT) and if that isn't bad enough, they were leopard print...classy. Oh, and if that isn't bad enough I saw him pretty much everywhere I went in the park. QUIT STALKING ME DUDE! and get new swim shorts cause those are vile. And so is your speedo old man. In fact that goes for all the speedo/short/tight/nasty/ew worthy swim wear mmmmk? I'm pretty sure no one wants to see that. Pretty sure. That is all..I don't want to think about it anymore

Always Yours,
Nae

P.S. Amber your "word" is in there

Mom, Dad, I Salute You!

So can I just say that I have a new appreciation for my parents after working where I do? Cause I do. Parents can be so mean! For example I work at a water park (that shall remain nameless) and I get parent everyday who are yelling at their kids because they aren't having enough fun or the kid really doesn't want to go on the slide. Give the kid a break! Does he really need to go down? I doubt that.
One of the worst that I have seen was at the top of our largest body slide. This mom and dad were trying to get their son to go down it and he was absolutely terrified. He was balling his eyes out and his mom was trying to coax him down and was like "I will go first so you can see that it isn't scary ok? I will meet you at the bottom." So she zips down and the kid looks like he is going to wet his pants. The father keeps looking at his kid and then looking up at me laughing as if his son is the most ridiculous, silly person in the world for not wanting to go on this ride. (which, as a side note, I have been on and I really didn't like it. IT HURTS.)
So he is laughing in his kids face, calling him a baby, and saying just go down the slide! Awesome...pretty sure this kid isn't going to traumatized or messed up from that...psych. Anyway final that dad physically picks up his kid, puts him in the beginning of the tube to wait for the green light. The kid is crying, and begging, yes begging "PLEASE DADDY, DON'T MAKE ME DO IT. PLEEEAAASEEE" I wanted to push the dad down the slide head first! And right at the last moment of the kid pleading for his life his dad laughs, shakes his head and pushes him down!
Another thing that parents do all the time...is freak out over absolutely nothing. They get stressed about the littlest things that really don't matter at all while they are there. I get that they paid a lot of money for this vacation and they just want everyone to have a good time, but seriously, take a chill pill, walk it off, something cause if your kid doesn't want to do something oh well, move on. Or if you have been out in the sun all day and running your kid all over the park, take into consideration that they might be a little tired and might whine a little bit.
Today for example, a dad was getting ready to do an "activity" at the park and the little boy was tired and whined a little about not wanting to do it. The dad looked at the kid, looked at his wife, and then rolled his eyes up to the heavens and said in front of his child "I am SICK of all the whining. WHY did we decide to have another one?" Are you serious? Did you really just say that? And the parent of the year award goes to....
Basically I could go on forever about the parents that I see, and I will admit some..ok most of the children I see can be really annoying, so I give the parents some credit, but seriously give your kids a break!
Again, thanks mom and dad for not making me ride the tea cups when I was little because I hate rides that spin, or making me go on rides that made me want to kill myself. And also, thank you for not ever saying (to my face at least) that you regret having me. I appriciate it =)

Always Yours
Nae

Guys DON'T like Sweet Tomatoes

Not that my whole life revolves around food or anything...ok but sometimes it really does.
I was just reminded a moment in my life, recently, when we a group of us went out to eat at Sweet Tomatoes...Love that place. Basically it is a salad buffet with salads (obviously) soups, muffins, pizza (only on kind though), and random other stuff.. and let us not forget about the dessert bar because that would be shame.
Well like I said, we went there a while ago for a friend's goodbye party and two of the guys that we were with...well...let's just say they were less than impressed at the lack of food staples I guess are supposed to be in a guys diet like meat, hamburgers, potatoes and all else that is "not girly" or whatever that means.
So the whole dinner was quite entertaining because they were so put off by the place...but then they realized their was a dessert bar. Duh...girls love dessert. So, when one of the guys return with his ice cream he started eating it and looked at myself and said "what is this? this doesn't taste like ice cream." which I then replied with a "duh" look on my face "it's nonfat."
Well at this point there was a fat pause and the looks on their faces were priceless and even worthy of a movie moment. They were faces of unbelief mixed in with a little disgust and disbelief. Well played.
Thought I would just share yet another little moment that makes life as awesome as it is.

Always Yours,
Nae

Dunkin Donuts...or is it really Dancin Donuts

This morning, there was a little rehabilitation needed after the late night...or early morning. However you want to look at it. Emmilie and I decided that the thing to get us going would be a little trip to the local Dunkin Donuts. Huzzah for clogging of the arteries!
Anyway, we were walking over there and ran into a faithful jogger with his shirt off...they are all over here in sunny Florida. He ran off in the opposite direction so it was the last I thought we would see of him...but I was wrong, as usual. We will call him Billy.

We get to Dunkin Donuts, we decide to get 2 donuts and a chocolate milk. I go up to order and the lady is a a bundle of joy, except the complete opposite. She stared me down, asked me what I want, and I said "can I get two donuts please?" And in her lovely voice, devoid of all happiness she said that I could not. Let's just say my confused/you're crazy face came on. She said I had to get a drink to get a free donut...when did I say I wanted a free donut? Oh, that's right, I didn't. But whatever. So I asked for a chocolate milk and two donuts. But one of the donuts was on the forbidden bottom shelf. Whatever you do, do not, under any circumstances as for a donut from the bottom shelf because those are off limits. Basically it was not fun and it was the most confusing ordering I have ever done pretty much ever. Awesome.
I finally get it together and we sit down at the bar looking out at the street. Now, do you remember Billy? Well there he was running down the road...in the same direction that he was going before. I still have no idea how he made it all the way to dunkin donuts to turn around and head down the same direction he was going before in such a short amount of time. Because, let's be honest, he wasn't the most sprightly runner I have ever seen.
Moving on... this Dunkin Donuts trip really was an adventure to say the least.
This place was playing a collection of random Black Eyed Peas music mixed with a little hip-hop and R&B...it was definately a different atmosphere than the Starbucks I was used to...let's just put it that way mmmk?
So Boom Boom Pow comes on and these two guys come in who were a tad ghettofab and one starts busting moves right in the middle of the shop. Awesome. So what did we do? Kinda joined in a little from our bar stools as any true dance party advocates would.
Basically, I don't think I could have asked for a better Dunkin Donuts experience.

Always Yours
Nae

Peace, Love, and BSB

Tonight, I had the great opportunity to dance it out to Backstreet Boys. It was pretty much amazing. Never underestimate the power of busting a move. Never. So basically, even though I might have been a little...upset earlier, it is all good. Really, I have awesome friends, family, and I am currently living in Florida...which I really love and like I said, I get to have spontaneous dance parties whenever I want. Basically, when in doubt-dance it out.

Always Yours,
Nae