The one where I start flipping out like a 5 year old over my new sippy cup...

Not long ago, over at Fresh Roasted Corn, Hoot posted about the Florida Orange Bird, some of it's history, it's past ties to Disney, and his possible return. You can read about he and Chief's shenanigans here.

He'd posted some pictures that suggested that Mr. Orange Bird himself may be lurking behind some metal covering put up to hide his presence for the time being. My friend and I made a visit to Magic Kingdom today and while walking through Adventureland, I decided to take a gander at the new Sunshine Tree Terrace sign for myself. Sure enough, there they were. What appear to be two little leaves hidden behind a metal cover. Why they would hide his cute little face is beyond me, but that's sure what it looked like. As we were walking back to take a look at the front of the sign again and I was shouting something about how someone needed to get me a broom to knock the damn thing down, I noticed an older couple doing the exact same thing we'd just been doing.

I made a comment to them, excited to see another Orange Bird enthusiast. We talked for a moment and that's when the woman pointed something else out to me. The torches that line the awning of the terrace were lit. She wasn't sure how long they'd been doing that, but they hadn't been lit for a decade. You may not be able to tell by the picture, but I assure you that those babies were burning away.

AND THEN! THEN! She pointed behind her towards the counter and remarked, "Today is the first day they're selling those too." And that's when I saw him, in all of his orange plastic glory. Little Orange Bird sippy cups on sale at the Sunshine Tree Terrace. We took a spin on Pirates and afterwards I promptly ran over to purchase one of my own. $7 for a poorly made, crappy, plastic little sippy cup that I'm sure was intended for children? Money well spent if you ask me!

Much to my dismay, the gentleman that sold me my the most amazing souvenir I've brought home from Disney in a long time had no idea who the Orange Bird even was! "I don't know who he is, but people sure seem to like him!" I just shook my head and walked away happily sipping my crappy lemonade out of the top of my new buddy's head. I'm just hoping there's more to follow!

Random concerns for Disney icons and scaredy cats...

Okay seriously...how does this silly bastard not get his head taken right off? Is this legit? did that actually happen? I'd be seriously concerned that Goofy was facing certain decapitation .

Personally, I was into my twenties before I would allow myself to attempt a ride on Space Mountain. I hate roller coasters. Hate. HATE. The funny thing about it is, it's this big freaky mental thing. I went on Space Mountain. Loved it. I have been on a million times since... Loved every one.
Well...almost every one. I have plans to ride Space Mountain this Sunday. As a result, I am currently a big bundle of nerves about getting into one of those nifty rocket ships and blasting off. Seriously nervous. It happens every time. It's this very reason that I refuse to step foot on Splash Mountain. The panic attack that I'm sure to go through waiting for that drop to come is going to ruin every single aspect of that ride that I know I would enjoy. It's not not worth it to me and it stinks.

Sometimes it stinks being a pansy!

Lets get this party started, shall we?

I was born and raised in Florida, and to be quite honest with you, I've never been a fan of the state. I blame the weather, mostly. Then there's the tourists and the snowbirds. The latter two did not, however, become a nuisance until I had acquired my drivers license.

I made it out of the state for a handful of years. I relocated just outside of Philadelphia and fell in love. My return to Florida was not completely voluntary, but there is always going to be a part of me that knows that this is home and where I'm supposed to be. Really, at the end of the day, there's three things that keep me here and keep me from really detesting my home state. My friends and family, the Tampa Bay Lightning, and of course....Disney.

I've been a Disney fan pretty much from birth. Movies, books, songs, and of course the theme parks. I took my first trip at the age of three and have been hooked ever since. I'll be turning thirty in a couple of weeks and Walt Disney has been the one consistent love of my life. You know, this may be the reason I can't land myself in a real relationship. Just something to think on.

I made this blog as a place to collect my random thoughts and opinions on the subject at hand. Also as a place to document the ridiculous adventures that take place from time to time when my friends and I pay the House of Mouse a visit.

There's people out there that think it's insane for a grown adult without children to love a place like Disney World the way I do. The fact of the matter is, it really is magical. My tastes have changed and adapted as I've grown older, but as soon as I hit Main Street, my heart lights up and the little girl in me perks right up. True, I've grown up, the way I spend my days in the parks is nowhere near the schedules I held once upon a time, but there's something amazing about "the world" that keeps me coming back again and again. It's my happy place. While I'm at Disney, my biggest concern is getting on Peter Pan's Flight (Still my favorite ride, 27 years later, I'll have you know...) before the lines get too ridiculous. No stressing, no anger, no real world to piss you off. Just Margaritas in Mexico, napping in the Carousel of Progress, or catching up with Fozzie and Kermit.

So that brings me here. My attempt at a Disney blog. Just my own little corner of the interwebs to throw my two cents in. So stick around, grab a dole whip, keep your hands and arms inside the vehicle at all times, Por favor mantanganse allejadro de las puertas, and of course....no dancing on the monorail.