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If you can get through the sentimentals here I promise you this PTR will not be one sappy story after the next, It's gonna have potty humor, sorry but it's true, My mom likes to write songs about farts. I mean it won't all be potty humor, it will have some useless knowledge as well and a few cracks about the ex husband. he earned it.
First off I'd like to get my sappy story out of the way, I only tell this story because it does pertain to the trip in a huge way, so do my Mom's fart songs because they are set to Disney music. Sick I know but who can resist a Disney fart song? Any whoooooooooo, here is my sweet saga.
I moved away from my BFF when I was 13, and now 24 years later I have found her. I will fill you in.
My father was stationed in El Paso Tx. When I was in 5th grade. My friend Maurie moved there at the end of the year. I was BF's with another girl at the time. Sandy, Sandy was popular, I was only by association, Sandy got invited to all the parties, I was invited to a few Birthday parties. I really didn't have friends, I had Sandy's friends, so when Sandy got mad at me so did everyone else. I spent alot of time and energy keeping Sandy happy so she would stay my friend, she wasn't a bad friend, just high maintenance.
In 6th grade Sandy got mad at me and so all of 6A 6B and 6C quit talking to me, they went out of their way to let me know I was being ignored
. Everybody hated me, everybody except Maurie. We became close friends real fast. I loved my friendship with Maurie who I quickly nicknamed Marzipan after one of my favorite German treats. To this day I call her Marzi when talking about her.
Marzi and I had a different view of life, we lived for our friendship, we cast away anything that wouldn't allow us to be ourselves. With Marzi I was free to be me, and who was I? What was I? I was a huge Dork, and so was Marzi, we knew we were Dorks, that's what made us so compatible, she was my bosom buddy, my kindred spirit. We would spend hours in her backyard, she had a huge maple tree and a home made swing, in our imagination that swing became our dance partner, we would listen to the soundtrack from Charriots of fire and choreograph dance routines on the swing, we named the swing Michael. At times the roots of the tree were the only things keeping us safe from the hot lava. She had a tree house and bucket on a pulley, we would put her baby rabbits in the bucket and bring them up into the tree, we also pretended the baby rabbits were dogs when we played Barbies. We made guitars out of Tinker Toys and rubber bands and would do our best to cover any Michael Jackson song off the Thriller album. We roller skated and rode our bikes everywhere together, we switched off attending eachothers church youth groups, at her youth group we would always sneak away and spend the 2 hours in the attic of the old huge church, we always made it back in time for snacks though. We spent every weekend at eachothers house, and even vacationed together at times.
Then one day, the summer after 7th grade, my Dad came home and told the family he got orders for his next duty station and we would be moving to Germany again. Normally I like moving, I liked trying to reinvent myself at each new place. But this time I didn't want to go, how could I leave my Marzi behind? I cried for days, I asked if I could stay behind with Marzi and live with her parents, my parents laughed at that. So that awful day came when I had to leave, I felt like I wasn't a whole person anymore, my shell was moving on but my soul was left behind.
Marzi and I kept in touch weekly, then it became monthly then at Holidays only until we lost touch completely. I had learned to be myself because of her and I was able to make healthy choices when it came to choosing friends, I met some great people and had lots of fun, but nobody left an imprint on my heart like Marzi, I wanted that bond with somebody and as often as we moved and I would meet new people, I could never fill that missing piece.
My senior year I moved back to El Paso, I knew Marzi had moved on to a new duty station, but I went to her house anyway, the huge Maple in her back yard didn't seem so huge anymore, but it brought out all the memories of Marzi. I longed for her so much.
One day a letter came for me, my Dad was all smiles and eyes glistening when he handed it to me. It was from Marzi.
She had a friend who was still living in El Paso and Maurie had found me through her. I had no idea. Marzi was now living in NC. So right away we started calling and writing again. It was so amazing, we talked about getting an appt together, we were going to be in eachothers weddings, have our families together and be neighbors the rest of our lives. Then school started and we quit writing as much, we both kind of took the whole situation for granted. After my senior year I went to Ca. to vist an ex boyfriend. We ended up getting engaged, when I got home I looked all over for my address book to call her and invite her to be in my wedding, I couldn't find it anywhere, I had lost it while in Ca. I prayed that she would call before the wedding but seriously it was a 3 week engagement, I didn't give her much time did I? I got married in El Paso then moved to Riverside Ca, 2 weeks after I left Mom called me to tell me that Marzi had called, She told me she gave Marzi my new address, weeks, months went by and I never heard form Marzi, I figured she was hurt because I got married and never told her, I needed to explain the mix up but I couldn't find her. I had my first child and then second child and I didn't have Marzi to share in any of it. I tried looking for her, I went to the post locater hoping to at least find her Dad, that didn't work, I wrote to the Maury Povich show and the Montel Williams show, they were always reuniting lost friends and lovers, they could find my Marzi, I would daydream about being reunited with her. But neither show got back to me. I ended up divorcing and moving in with my parents for a while, my sister tried looking for Marzi for me. I need my friend so bad.
After 6 months I moved to Pa, with my now DH Kent, he encouraged me to look for Marzi. I called find-a-friend and 1-800-SEARCH I spent mega money on phone bills calling all the numbers they gave me. There were pages of them and not a one was it.
Then last summer on a whim I punched in her first name and age into myspace search and her picture popped up. I couldn't believe it, I hadn't seen her in 24 years, hadn't spoken to her in 19 years, and there she was. I messaged her right away and a few days later she called. We cried and laughed for 4 hours. She still has all the old pictures of us we took (I really need copies because I only have this one below that she sent me my senior year. I would love to post those old photos of us in all our dorkdom here) over the years and many moves all of my pictures got misplaced.
my dearest friend Maurie.
So how did It come to be that we are reuniting at WDW? I will give you that info in my next chapter, coming soon, real soon.
First off I'd like to get my sappy story out of the way, I only tell this story because it does pertain to the trip in a huge way, so do my Mom's fart songs because they are set to Disney music. Sick I know but who can resist a Disney fart song? Any whoooooooooo, here is my sweet saga.
I moved away from my BFF when I was 13, and now 24 years later I have found her. I will fill you in.
My father was stationed in El Paso Tx. When I was in 5th grade. My friend Maurie moved there at the end of the year. I was BF's with another girl at the time. Sandy, Sandy was popular, I was only by association, Sandy got invited to all the parties, I was invited to a few Birthday parties. I really didn't have friends, I had Sandy's friends, so when Sandy got mad at me so did everyone else. I spent alot of time and energy keeping Sandy happy so she would stay my friend, she wasn't a bad friend, just high maintenance.
In 6th grade Sandy got mad at me and so all of 6A 6B and 6C quit talking to me, they went out of their way to let me know I was being ignored
. Everybody hated me, everybody except Maurie. We became close friends real fast. I loved my friendship with Maurie who I quickly nicknamed Marzipan after one of my favorite German treats. To this day I call her Marzi when talking about her.Marzi and I had a different view of life, we lived for our friendship, we cast away anything that wouldn't allow us to be ourselves. With Marzi I was free to be me, and who was I? What was I? I was a huge Dork, and so was Marzi, we knew we were Dorks, that's what made us so compatible, she was my bosom buddy, my kindred spirit. We would spend hours in her backyard, she had a huge maple tree and a home made swing, in our imagination that swing became our dance partner, we would listen to the soundtrack from Charriots of fire and choreograph dance routines on the swing, we named the swing Michael. At times the roots of the tree were the only things keeping us safe from the hot lava. She had a tree house and bucket on a pulley, we would put her baby rabbits in the bucket and bring them up into the tree, we also pretended the baby rabbits were dogs when we played Barbies. We made guitars out of Tinker Toys and rubber bands and would do our best to cover any Michael Jackson song off the Thriller album. We roller skated and rode our bikes everywhere together, we switched off attending eachothers church youth groups, at her youth group we would always sneak away and spend the 2 hours in the attic of the old huge church, we always made it back in time for snacks though. We spent every weekend at eachothers house, and even vacationed together at times.
Then one day, the summer after 7th grade, my Dad came home and told the family he got orders for his next duty station and we would be moving to Germany again. Normally I like moving, I liked trying to reinvent myself at each new place. But this time I didn't want to go, how could I leave my Marzi behind? I cried for days, I asked if I could stay behind with Marzi and live with her parents, my parents laughed at that. So that awful day came when I had to leave, I felt like I wasn't a whole person anymore, my shell was moving on but my soul was left behind.
Marzi and I kept in touch weekly, then it became monthly then at Holidays only until we lost touch completely. I had learned to be myself because of her and I was able to make healthy choices when it came to choosing friends, I met some great people and had lots of fun, but nobody left an imprint on my heart like Marzi, I wanted that bond with somebody and as often as we moved and I would meet new people, I could never fill that missing piece.
My senior year I moved back to El Paso, I knew Marzi had moved on to a new duty station, but I went to her house anyway, the huge Maple in her back yard didn't seem so huge anymore, but it brought out all the memories of Marzi. I longed for her so much.
One day a letter came for me, my Dad was all smiles and eyes glistening when he handed it to me. It was from Marzi.
She had a friend who was still living in El Paso and Maurie had found me through her. I had no idea. Marzi was now living in NC. So right away we started calling and writing again. It was so amazing, we talked about getting an appt together, we were going to be in eachothers weddings, have our families together and be neighbors the rest of our lives. Then school started and we quit writing as much, we both kind of took the whole situation for granted. After my senior year I went to Ca. to vist an ex boyfriend. We ended up getting engaged, when I got home I looked all over for my address book to call her and invite her to be in my wedding, I couldn't find it anywhere, I had lost it while in Ca. I prayed that she would call before the wedding but seriously it was a 3 week engagement, I didn't give her much time did I? I got married in El Paso then moved to Riverside Ca, 2 weeks after I left Mom called me to tell me that Marzi had called, She told me she gave Marzi my new address, weeks, months went by and I never heard form Marzi, I figured she was hurt because I got married and never told her, I needed to explain the mix up but I couldn't find her. I had my first child and then second child and I didn't have Marzi to share in any of it. I tried looking for her, I went to the post locater hoping to at least find her Dad, that didn't work, I wrote to the Maury Povich show and the Montel Williams show, they were always reuniting lost friends and lovers, they could find my Marzi, I would daydream about being reunited with her. But neither show got back to me. I ended up divorcing and moving in with my parents for a while, my sister tried looking for Marzi for me. I need my friend so bad. After 6 months I moved to Pa, with my now DH Kent, he encouraged me to look for Marzi. I called find-a-friend and 1-800-SEARCH I spent mega money on phone bills calling all the numbers they gave me. There were pages of them and not a one was it.
Then last summer on a whim I punched in her first name and age into myspace search and her picture popped up. I couldn't believe it, I hadn't seen her in 24 years, hadn't spoken to her in 19 years, and there she was. I messaged her right away and a few days later she called. We cried and laughed for 4 hours. She still has all the old pictures of us we took (I really need copies because I only have this one below that she sent me my senior year. I would love to post those old photos of us in all our dorkdom here) over the years and many moves all of my pictures got misplaced.
my dearest friend Maurie.
So how did It come to be that we are reuniting at WDW? I will give you that info in my next chapter, coming soon, real soon.
You bettcha!!!!
I remember mom once saying they had the top down and mom got wind blown bald. So there you have it. J, a friend a quilter and the owner of a sports car, loves Disney, oh yeah she has pets and a room of death, it's all coming back now, the room of death is what she calls her husbands hunting/fishing trophy room.
And then she was all, "Yeah, I'd like that." I am trying so hard to not come off as this big Disney nerd when we talk about it, I want her to think that I grew some coolness over the years. Of course I am thinking how cool would it be to start up our tinker toy band while at Disney.
I just hope it all works out in the end. Marzi said she's in, I just think a reunion at Disney will be the bomb diggity. (you can quote me on that )
Hammer time!!!
, yeah sure Mom!
Like I said...it's good to find you here again. 
ADRs look good. Can't wait to try Sci-Fi on my next trip.
