Looks like Selfless raised the goal since we reached the original one so quickly! Have you ordered your Project Unbreakable shirt yet? Limited time only - just this week! Click on the photo above to purchase one.
This is such a powerful project and I’m so happy that it’s getting more recognition.
GIVEAWAY WILL CLOSE DECEMBER 11, 2012
FOLLOW AND REBLOG FOR YOUR ENTRY
It’s been a while since my last giveaway, so I decided it’s time for another!
Backstory: My mom let me go through a box in storage of all of her doubles/triples and take whatever I wanted! I chose the more interesting pieces, though some might be “boring.”
RULES: You must:
- follow this blog
- reblog/like this post
- the more reblogs/follows, the bigger chance on winning
THIS INCLUDES (not all named, too many!)
- Two “Excellence in Every Adventure” pins (Employee forum 1997)
- Two “75 Years: Part of the Magic” pins (October 16, 1998)
- “Animal Kingdom: 5 Years of Adventure Magic” pin
- Club Disney premere pin
- Disney’s Animal Kingdom - Asia Opening pin (March 18, 1999)
- WDI - Planet Mickey pin (May 15, 1993?)
- Tokyo Disney Sea - 1st Anniversary pin
- 100 Years of Magic pin (October 1, 2001)
- Star Tours - Flight Test Team pin
- Earth day 1998 pin
- The Architecture of Reassurance - Designing the Disney Theme Parks pin
- Dinosaur movie pin
- 40 Years Today - Disneyland pin (July 17, 1995)
- Pocahontas movie pin
- Be a Hero pin
- Walt Disney Imagineering Halloween pin (1991?)
- Walt Disney Imagineering Halloween pin (1994)
- Earth Day 2000 pin
- Beauty and the Beast pin
- Box Office Champs 1994 pin
- Earth Day 1993 pin
- Epcot 15th anniv. pin
- The Lion King movie pin
- Tokyo Disney Sea pin
- Halloween 1992 pin
- 10 Year anniversary keychain (not sure what for?)
- Chip n’ Dale Rescue Rangers pin
- Tokyo Disneyland 20th Anniversary pin
- Mission Space - We Choose To Go pass
- Imagineeringland - 1997 Platinum Pass
- WDI pin
- Kiliminjaro Safaris pin
- Earth Day 1995 pin
- Paws for a Cause pin
- Animal Kingdom preview pin
- Walt Disney Imagineering 55 Year pin
- The House of Disney pin
- Nightmare Before Christmas pin
- Rockin Roller Coaster pin
- WDI2000 pin
- Tokyo Disneyland Vacation Jamboree patch
- American Flag Mickey Head Lanyard
- Countdown to Extinction - WDI pin
- Earth Day 2003 pin
- Aladdin box office pin
- Earth Day 1997 pin
- Autopia license
- Rodger Rabbit’s Cartoon Spin pin
- Tarzan’s Treehouse pen
- Disneyland Resort Opening Team watch
- Mike Wazowski squishy ball thing
- Mickey’s ToonTown pin
- Conservation Station pin
- Tomorrowland pass
- CWC? patch
- WDI mousepad thing
- Tokyo Disney Sea mickey head pin
- Paris Disneyland Mickey Stamp pin
- Animal Kingdom Lodge pin
- Disney Cruise Line nametag (unused)
- Disney’s California Adventure soundtrack
I can’t even believe I’m writing this journal/blog entry from Morocco. The fact that I’m really here hasn’t even set in yet. The process of arriving was exhausting, but it was well worth it.
I was running late to the airport in Orlando, and then Dad didn’t have the credit card he purchased his ticket with to present for confirmation. (Eternal thanks to Mike at curbside check-in for letting us through somehow anyways!) After that, changed terminals in JFK, an airport that should win an award for worst designever.Navigated the Paris airport in 25 minutes like a champ to make it to my connection to Casablanca, and upon arriving had to sit/wander like a lost child for two hours while waiting/looking for my ISA representative.
After all that work, making to the hotel in Casablanca was a welcome relief. The drive only took about 45 minutes, and it was an interesting chance to sightsee all the beautiful…cacti. And sand. Lots of cacti and sand. It’s arid here, but the coastal breeze makes it feel wonderful. Casablanca is hustling and bustling in every sense of the word. The people are numerous, mostly friendly, and have a completely different flow to their lives. A flow that I would love to fit into one day. I REALLY need to start practicing my Arabic to do so though. We’re staying at the Prince de Paris hotel at the center of the city until tomorrow when we’ll head to the beach then on to Marrakech. The ISA staff here are unbelievably nice, helpful, and hilarious. I’m almost thrilled that I’m putting my life in their hands. My fellow students all seem to be great people: we all had dinner together and then some of us went to a hookah bar down the road. Ordering was a fiasco, but we only paid 10 Dirham a person for four pipes. That’s a conversion of $1.20 PER PERSON, which is nothing. There I had my first cup of traditional Moroccan sweet mint hot tea, and it was absolutely to die for. Overall the day has been successful and looooong, but I’m looking forward to all the other excursions we’ll be going on this week and over the course of the semester. Hopefully these entries will become more eloquent and descript as I start to fall in place with the culture.
Oh my god, Ann! This sounds JUST LIKE my parents’ story! You know, the one where they were so poor that they had to work three low-wage jobs apiece, collect cans and newspapers out of trash bins, and raise my sister and I in the projects in order to fight their way out of poverty.
You know, the story, Ann! It’s the one where a business environment forged by hundreds of years of institutionalized racism made it impossible for my father to get a white collar job despite his education because who could trust a young black man back then? And remember how institutionalized the racism was that businesses would actually say that to his face? He ended up taking three jobs — at a deli counter, at a Burger King, and as a stock boy — oh yeah, he worked all those jobs at once. Didn’t he know that all he had to do was have his impoverished coal miner father believe in himself more? Lol!
That’s awesome that you got to stay home to raise your children. I mean *I* can relate to that seeing as I had to raise my little sister — if only my parents could afford to be stay at home parents — or afford child care for that matter! As a eight year old, staying up until midnight each night just so that I could wake my mother up in time so that we could pile in the car to pick my father up from his night job was so much fun! Of course, she was sleepy because she had to work multiple jobs too!
Since my mom was the only one who could get an above-minimum wage job on account of her being an “Oriental”, she worked as a secretary, at a printing press, and as a waitress in a Chinese restaurant six days a week. I wish she had just listened to Mitt!
Remember how the minimum wage was just $2.90/hr…. (Sorry, Ann. I meant “half a share of Mitt’s stock per hour”.) Remember how the low minimum wage meant that you could barely cover your government assisted rent, no-frills groceries, expensive utilities, and your barely working used car (made by Romney’s American Motors! How ironic!) just to keep up let alone put anything into savings? I mean, who has time to entertain when you can’t afford cable television or a home phone?
One thing that was different, though, Ann, was that my parents weren’t happy where you and Mitt clearly were. I mean, they loved each other and they loved us kids, but boy, could they argue! They’d get into arguments about things like how to spend the extra $1 they’d have left over at the end of each week. Do they buy an extra loaf of bread so the kids wouldn’t be as hungry? Fresh milk instead of watering down the can of condensed milk? Gas for the car so that they’d make it to the third job on time. Such silly arguments! They should have learned to struggle like you did. It sounds like you and Mitt clearly did have all the best days! Now that’s a real marriage! (unlike their silly interracial marriage — remember how people used to treat the interracial couples then like we do gay couples now? That was awesome for kids like me!)
When I see you on television talking about how you got by, in your basement apartment with your ironing board dinner table (how Bohemian!) I can’t help but think of my parents. I mean, it’s like you’re fucking twinsies. You should all go ride your Olympic show horses together. I’m sure they’d identify with your struggle 100%. You’d have so much to talk about!
You know you’re a Floridian when, at any given time, there are robots being thrown off the face of the Earth…..when you look across the state and can see the future of Humanity soaring to the stars….when your plates break and windows shatter at the power of a metallic machine going to another world….when you can see the beauty of technology and the beauty of the state all at once.
Republicans live in a weird alternative universe.