jwhtewolfd
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Greetings! Welcome to my first pre-trip report, as well as my first post.
Shall we start at the beginning? (Sure, what better place to start?)
The Cast:
Me (Jamie): 25 yr. DLH FS (domestic long hair, female spayed)
Heh, sorry. That's my "cat" designation. It's how I write everything at work as a vet tech at a cat hospital. Unfortunately, I am not spayed...yet. Nor am I very domesticated, but I DO have long hair. I last went to Disney World in 2001 with mom, dad and younger brother after I graduated high school. I had been 2 times before then, at ages 5 and 10.
Tony: 34 yr. old boyfriend/fiancee. He's "between jobs" atm. Who am I kidding, he is the stay-at-home wife. He is also the money for this trip, thanks to a recent settlement from when his dad died of mesothelioma...10 years ago. Tony was last in Disney World when Epcot was under construction.
The dates:
September 21, 2008 - September 27, 2008
The 21st (Sunday) and the 27th (Saturday) are for driving to and from New Orleans. That leaves 5 days for the theme parks. I originally thought Friday would be a free day, but the planning bug got me...more on that later. Oh yeah, the 25th will be our 5 year anniversary.
The place:
All Star Movies. Planning to request the Mighty Ducks section. Won't be devastated if we don't get it, but this was one of those movies my brother and I almost broke the VCR with when we were little. We had a VERY high tolerance for seeing things over and over and over and over again. Don't even get me started on Ninja Turtles.
The Cat Sitter:
My brother, 20 years old. Still lives with mom and dad. Very excited that he will be house sitting for me for a week. What was I thinking??

The Cats (skip this section if you're not into cats, because I am, and you're about to hear their life history):
(pics to follow when I reach a postcount of 10)
Jezzie - ~4 years old. Grey and black tabby. Her official name is Jezebel, but that is reserved for breaking-out-the-full-name-because-now-you're-in-trouble usage only. She was found on the street in my (old) neighborhood in the weeks following Hurricane Katrina. She had somehow managed to survive. A "nice" lady picked her up off the street and dropped her off at our hospital about a month before I was hired on. When I found an apartment four months later, I decided I needed to take her "home" because us St. Bernardians have to stick together. The lady who brought her in had named her Georgie Girl, and we had been calling her Georgie. I changed it to Jezzie for 3 reasons: 1. Jezzie sounds similar to Georgie, so she would still recognize it. 2. I like J names because, well, I have a J name. and 3. Georgie is a stupid name. Plus it sounds like a boy's name. So Jezzie came "home" to the apartment, which was never really "home," though we lived there a year and a half. I studied human psychology and animal behavior in college, and I am thoroughly convinced Jezzie has PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).
Louie - ~7 years old. Orange and white tabby. His official name from his previous owner was Louis Prima. His official name now is Lucifer. Sometimes he's known as Lucifurry. His mafia name is Handsome Lou - hey, I'm Italian, what do you want? (Yes, you read that right, my cats' names are Jezebel and Lucifer. I joke that the next one will be named Beelzebub
) Louie had been adopted from the hospital as a kitten, then 5 years later his "family" dumped him back off because he had issues with inappropriate urination (meaning he peed all over the house). To this day I don't know what their problem was. He does perfectly fine for me so long as I scoop the litter box once a day and his daddy doesn't leave his boxers on the floor. Boxers left on the floor = urine on boxers. With or without pee, it's still icky, so daddy has more incentive than just mommy's nagging to pick them up!
Enough about the cats, suffice it to say that they will NOT be coming along, as I know the rest of you will be very angry with me if Mickey is suddenly MIA. (Does it say something about me that the "cat" section of my Disney trip report is thus far longer than the actual Disney information in my Disney trip report?)

More info than you wanted to know:
Tony and I, we call each other "Bunny." Yeah, I know.
When we first met, I was in my passive-aggressive-scare-off-all-men phase. I tried the be-too-disgustingly-cute-for-him tactic and told him I needed a snuggle bunny. He went with it.
That was five years ago. We got engaged on my birthday in January.
As I mentioned before, Sept. 25th will be our 5 year anniversary. Now Bunny keeps wanting me to set a date...for the wedding!

So the reason he is the money for this trip is simple: I'm cheap and I hate debt. Hate it. I pay my (Disney visa!) credit card off every month. I pay extra on my car note every month (which I wouldn't have if I had been allowed to take my already-paid-off car when we evacuated for Katrina. It drowned). I am a month ahead on my mortgage. Yep, 25 and I have a mortgage - you didn't actually expect me to keep paying RENT did you?!
So we came by some extra money and decided to splurge with a little of it. The trip was totally paid off the day I booked it. Just the way I like it.
I am also intrigued by this bounceback I keep reading about, and could probably be convinced to book a Sept. '09 trip without much...convincing.
I am excited about this trip because:
1. I have only been to WDW 3 times.
2. I have not been to WDW sine 2001
3. Novemeber will mark 3 years at my job and I have yet to take a vacation. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, I love my boss, but we've had some staffing issues since Katrina and things have been rough from time to time. I gave them my dates in April and our office manager wrote them in INK! I will still feel a little guilty leaving everyone behind. And I will miss the cats!
4. I have not been on ANY vacation since 2001.
5. The following events make me NOT feel guilty about wanting/needing a Disney vacation. Since 2001, I have:
a. gone to and graduated college (go TULANE!)
b. done the oh-crud-i'm-in-the-real-world-now career search after college
c. been hired on at Audubon Zoo
d. lost everything in Hurricane Katrina (I was living in my parents' house at the time, as I had just graduated and got my job at the zoo. I had 4 feet of water in my room - on the second floor).
e. got laid off from Audubon Zoo
f. moved 7 times
though this really wasn't SO bad b/c I didn't own anything anymore. (cue Monty Python - Always look on the bright side of life - c'mon, sing along - doo do, doo do....ok I'll stop)
g. went through the whole career search again 3 months after the first one
h. bought and rebuilt a house that had been stripped down to studs after the hurricane (sorry, no emoticon to cover that range of emotions)
i. had my childhood home where I have lived the past 17 years bulldozed to the ground.
6. This is my first ever self-financed, sans-parents vacation.
ADRs, itinerary and special events to follow in the next post, as this one seems kinda long. And I need to pay attention to the Olypmics!
Thanks to anyone who has managed to read this far!

Shall we start at the beginning? (Sure, what better place to start?)
The Cast:
Me (Jamie): 25 yr. DLH FS (domestic long hair, female spayed)
Heh, sorry. That's my "cat" designation. It's how I write everything at work as a vet tech at a cat hospital. Unfortunately, I am not spayed...yet. Nor am I very domesticated, but I DO have long hair. I last went to Disney World in 2001 with mom, dad and younger brother after I graduated high school. I had been 2 times before then, at ages 5 and 10.
Tony: 34 yr. old boyfriend/fiancee. He's "between jobs" atm. Who am I kidding, he is the stay-at-home wife. He is also the money for this trip, thanks to a recent settlement from when his dad died of mesothelioma...10 years ago. Tony was last in Disney World when Epcot was under construction.
The dates:
September 21, 2008 - September 27, 2008
The 21st (Sunday) and the 27th (Saturday) are for driving to and from New Orleans. That leaves 5 days for the theme parks. I originally thought Friday would be a free day, but the planning bug got me...more on that later. Oh yeah, the 25th will be our 5 year anniversary.

The place:
All Star Movies. Planning to request the Mighty Ducks section. Won't be devastated if we don't get it, but this was one of those movies my brother and I almost broke the VCR with when we were little. We had a VERY high tolerance for seeing things over and over and over and over again. Don't even get me started on Ninja Turtles.

The Cat Sitter:
My brother, 20 years old. Still lives with mom and dad. Very excited that he will be house sitting for me for a week. What was I thinking??


The Cats (skip this section if you're not into cats, because I am, and you're about to hear their life history):
(pics to follow when I reach a postcount of 10)
Jezzie - ~4 years old. Grey and black tabby. Her official name is Jezebel, but that is reserved for breaking-out-the-full-name-because-now-you're-in-trouble usage only. She was found on the street in my (old) neighborhood in the weeks following Hurricane Katrina. She had somehow managed to survive. A "nice" lady picked her up off the street and dropped her off at our hospital about a month before I was hired on. When I found an apartment four months later, I decided I needed to take her "home" because us St. Bernardians have to stick together. The lady who brought her in had named her Georgie Girl, and we had been calling her Georgie. I changed it to Jezzie for 3 reasons: 1. Jezzie sounds similar to Georgie, so she would still recognize it. 2. I like J names because, well, I have a J name. and 3. Georgie is a stupid name. Plus it sounds like a boy's name. So Jezzie came "home" to the apartment, which was never really "home," though we lived there a year and a half. I studied human psychology and animal behavior in college, and I am thoroughly convinced Jezzie has PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).
Louie - ~7 years old. Orange and white tabby. His official name from his previous owner was Louis Prima. His official name now is Lucifer. Sometimes he's known as Lucifurry. His mafia name is Handsome Lou - hey, I'm Italian, what do you want? (Yes, you read that right, my cats' names are Jezebel and Lucifer. I joke that the next one will be named Beelzebub

Enough about the cats, suffice it to say that they will NOT be coming along, as I know the rest of you will be very angry with me if Mickey is suddenly MIA. (Does it say something about me that the "cat" section of my Disney trip report is thus far longer than the actual Disney information in my Disney trip report?)

More info than you wanted to know:
Tony and I, we call each other "Bunny." Yeah, I know.

When we first met, I was in my passive-aggressive-scare-off-all-men phase. I tried the be-too-disgustingly-cute-for-him tactic and told him I needed a snuggle bunny. He went with it.


As I mentioned before, Sept. 25th will be our 5 year anniversary. Now Bunny keeps wanting me to set a date...for the wedding!



So the reason he is the money for this trip is simple: I'm cheap and I hate debt. Hate it. I pay my (Disney visa!) credit card off every month. I pay extra on my car note every month (which I wouldn't have if I had been allowed to take my already-paid-off car when we evacuated for Katrina. It drowned). I am a month ahead on my mortgage. Yep, 25 and I have a mortgage - you didn't actually expect me to keep paying RENT did you?!





I am excited about this trip because:
1. I have only been to WDW 3 times.
2. I have not been to WDW sine 2001
3. Novemeber will mark 3 years at my job and I have yet to take a vacation. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, I love my boss, but we've had some staffing issues since Katrina and things have been rough from time to time. I gave them my dates in April and our office manager wrote them in INK! I will still feel a little guilty leaving everyone behind. And I will miss the cats!
4. I have not been on ANY vacation since 2001.
5. The following events make me NOT feel guilty about wanting/needing a Disney vacation. Since 2001, I have:
a. gone to and graduated college (go TULANE!)

b. done the oh-crud-i'm-in-the-real-world-now career search after college

c. been hired on at Audubon Zoo

d. lost everything in Hurricane Katrina (I was living in my parents' house at the time, as I had just graduated and got my job at the zoo. I had 4 feet of water in my room - on the second floor).
e. got laid off from Audubon Zoo

f. moved 7 times

g. went through the whole career search again 3 months after the first one

h. bought and rebuilt a house that had been stripped down to studs after the hurricane (sorry, no emoticon to cover that range of emotions)
i. had my childhood home where I have lived the past 17 years bulldozed to the ground.
6. This is my first ever self-financed, sans-parents vacation.

ADRs, itinerary and special events to follow in the next post, as this one seems kinda long. And I need to pay attention to the Olypmics!
Thanks to anyone who has managed to read this far!