<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:24:04.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of the Walkers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-2184957255221460777</id><published>2009-07-31T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T08:31:01.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our awesome Vegas weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SnWwxQzrhwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sif99F1UeY0/s1600-h/vegas+2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365388891453622018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SnWwxQzrhwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sif99F1UeY0/s320/vegas+2009+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SnWww7Ie4DI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QAEtE9uQK5Y/s1600-h/vegas+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365388885635293234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SnWww7Ie4DI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QAEtE9uQK5Y/s320/vegas+2009+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SnWwwhDUAOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/53nCfjAVmbI/s1600-h/vegas+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365388878634287330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SnWwwhDUAOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/53nCfjAVmbI/s320/vegas+2009+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SnWwwMcF_nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Wnxhhq0lW3A/s1600-h/vegas+2009+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365388873101082226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SnWwwMcF_nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Wnxhhq0lW3A/s320/vegas+2009+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we decided back at the end of June that we wanted to go somewhere in July. Now if you know me, you know that by going somewhere, I mean on a plane. I have NO desire to 'go' to portland, as I've been there a zillion times and I want to relax. I know what you're thinking, Vegas?? Funny place to relax. But they have dirt cheap flights from Redmond and we haven't been in a few years and I've got some friends who live there, so yeah lets go there. Fast forward to the trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we arrive at LAS airport and take the shuttle to the rental car area. We wait in line for 1 hour 15 minutes just to get our car. Once its our turn to be next in line, they send two people to lunch. Of course they do. So we finally get our car, and I'm cranky and want some food and to be to the hotel. Then it takes us over an hour to get to our hotel. For those of you who've never been the airport is literally all of like 2 miles from the Vegas strip. So driving on the strip sucks ass and there is all this road construction, so we finally took some back roads. (Thank goodness we lived there once upon a time) Finally we get to the Venetian. Now this is the hotel to stay at. Gorgeous huge rooms. And I may be a total dork, BUT their blinds and curtains are operated by a remote control, and I think that is pretty awesome. Let alone the TV in the bathroom. Ahhh yes, its everything I look for in a hotel. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had been texting my friend Tiffany ( who is a manager for the wayne brady show) about this show on the strip called Peep Show, its got Holly Madison from The Girls Next Door in it. I love that show, so I wanted to see if she had seen Peep Show and to see if it was really worth what they charge for the tickets. She said that she knows some of the dancers as they used to be in Wayne's show and that she hadn't seen it, but heard it was pretty good. So now I've gotta decide if I want to go to that show or the Chris Angel show. Then we head to the spa for a few hours. We get back to the hotel and are watching some tv and Tiffany texts me and tells me to call her at her work ext. I call her and she says, I just got tickets for you to go to Peep Show. WHAT! I'm so excited I'm jumping up and down, and then she says, but wait thats not all..... Hugh Hefner will be in the house and they will be filming an episode of Girls Next door, I literally started screaming SHUTUP, and running through the hotel , (Art was getting ice at this time) I'm freaking out, she got us another set of free tickets, and I'll get to see Hugh and the cast from Girls Next Door, and then I'll get to see Wayne Brady's show (cause super Tiffany got us tickets to that too!!!) ... This is awesome!!! Art comes in and I am jumping up and down telling him, he's looking at me like I'm crazy!!! So after I calm down we go downstairs to visit Tiffany (her office and the Wayne Brady show are also at the Venetian) we're standing there talking to her for a while right outside the Blue Man Group theatre and these two guys walk up and go hey did you just go to the Blue Man show, and we're like oh no, we're just talking to our friend, and he goes oh are you going to this show. Nope we say, and then he goes well I've got three extra tickets, you guys wanna go. I look at Tiffany like What is going on, she's like you're not selling those right and he says no they were comped and my friend bailed, they'll just be empty seats if you don't go. So we're like uhh yeah okay let's do it! So thanks to Tiffany, we've now gotten seats to 3 shows! Yes 3 shows. WOOOHOOOOO!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next day we hang out, go to the really crazy pool, eat and relax. Then its time for the show. So we get all dressed up and away to Planet Hollywood for Peep Show. I of course want a picture of Hef, so I make Art stand with my by all the crew from Girls and try and listen in. I tried asking them when he'd arrive, but the girl was a total bitch to me, so then we just listened in to their convo. :) About ten mins prior to showtime I hear them say, Hef just left the Palms. Okay well there is NO way he's going to make it before the show is suppose to start. Of course they won't start it without him either, but I don't want to not get my seat. So into the theatre we go. About 20 mins later Hef, the 3 girlfriends, Mary and Hef's brother all walk in. The crowd goes pretty wild. Half the people didn't know he would be there ( I wouldn't have either, if not for Tiffany) so they were freaking out. We couldn't take pictures, but it was pretty cool to see him. They used him onstage which was hilarious, I don't want to tell you, so you can watch the episode next season on E and think of me. So he walked pretty much right past us on the part below about 4 feet down from us, I yelled to Mary, but she didn't look. It was a fun night and you know I love my celebrities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day is sunday, our last day. Sad. So Tiffany had told me in advance that Wayne uses people from the audience in his show, and was I going to volunteer. Uhh that would be a heck yes I'm going to. So we get to the show and she has gotten us front row seats!!! WOOHOO! I'm so excited, I feel like I'm going to pee my pants. Wayne Brady is a funny and good looking guy. So the show starts and I'm just in heaven watching him. He's hilarious! So then he's telling us about the volunteer part and asks for 4. Of course mine is the first hand in the air, and I'm like oh oh oh me me me. Yes I got called. Then onstage I go. YEAH!!! So me and the other 3 volunteers have to act out the words he's using in his skit. We didn't do so good, but we were fairly funny. Some of the words we did, were globe, where we spun one of the people, coffee machine, somehow we ended up hitting the girl and a really funny one was a sliding ladder from the library. Where the guy volunteer got on all fours and I jumped on his back, and the two ladies jumped on mine and I go now move, we must have looked like idiots. But it was fun fun fun!!! The show was AWESOME!! And sooo funny and he can sing and dance too! If you go to Vegas, get tickets and go to his show, its so good!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a GREAT weekend!!! We had a blast at all the shows...Thanks again to my friend Tiffany for making it all happen!!! Viva Las Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-2184957255221460777?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/2184957255221460777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=2184957255221460777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/2184957255221460777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/2184957255221460777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-awesome-vegas-weekend.html' title='Our awesome Vegas weekend'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SnWwxQzrhwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sif99F1UeY0/s72-c/vegas+2009+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-5061453549206214019</id><published>2009-07-15T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:03:38.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhhh the joys, yep its another poop story.</title><content type='html'>So here's one to make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our restrooms at work are public. I mean they are in our backroom, but we let our clients and everyone use them. People for some reason just LOVE to take a crap in our bathrooms. Its like oh I gotta go, let me go stink up the bathroom at Ann Taylor Loft. I have people come in just for the bathroom...so anyways, here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday it was clean the bathroom day and its my turn. That's fine, whatever. Its disgusting and we clean the toilet once a week. Since so many people love to take a crap in our lovely restroom, there are always poop spots...like how on earth does your poop get in those spots, I do NOT understand. So I get my plastic gloves on and squirt the crap (no pun intended) out of the toilet with the cleaner, I get it all clean and scrub inside and out so its all pretty and ready for the next client to come stink it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon I tell Mieke (my co mgr) that I gotta pee and I'll be right back. I go in and low and behold....poop stains, I'm like you have GOT to be kidding me...seriously, it's only been clean for like 5 hours!!!! I start walking towards the toilet and I realize there is poop smeared on the top of the bowl, like right underneath the seat. It looked like someone seriously picked it up and smeared it on there. DISGUSTING.... I run out and tell Mieke she has to go check it out. Did I mention Mieke has horrible gag reflexes and gags at everything. She's like no way, I'm not going in there. She goes and checks it out and is like I'm not cleaning that, and I said well I'm not either cause I already cleaned it today. So I told her to just get some gloves and spray a bunch of cleaner and maybe since it was fairly fresh it would like just run down the bowl and she could just use a paper towel to clean up the side. I said I'd clean the rest if she'd just get that part. So she goes in for the cleaning in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5-6 minutes later she comes back out to the floor, I ask her if she survived... She said well I sprayed it and it started running down and it was making me gag, I'm laughing a little, I'm not going to lie... and then she goes and then I went to clean it, and my keys broke and fell into the toilet. OHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYY GOSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH....I had to run to the back I was laughing so hard, I nearly peed my pants.... Her keys to the store fell into the toilet that now had poop dripping into it. She had to reach in and get them. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard at work in my entire life. If you only knew Mieke, and then thinking how funny the story is anyways....oh my gosh , her keys falling into the poopy water, and having to get them.  Its just what timing those keys had deciding to break and fall in right then. Ohhhh the life of retail. Never a dull moment...Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-5061453549206214019?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/5061453549206214019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=5061453549206214019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/5061453549206214019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/5061453549206214019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohhhhh-joys-yep-its-another-poop-story.html' title='Ohhhhh the joys, yep its another poop story.'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-5108625877013396238</id><published>2009-06-22T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:29:53.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So when did I miss ....</title><content type='html'>So when did I miss this memo coming out that taking your kids into a retail store was like taking them to the babysitter or childcare facility...meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You do not need to watch your children in the store, its fine, that IS totally part of my job!&lt;br /&gt;2) Its totally OKAY that they jump all over the fixtures and pull clothes down, and step on manni's and try to knock them over.&lt;br /&gt;3) Its also totally fine that your children play with our window displays, as in we LOVE it when you shop in the back of the store and your sooooo "cute" child climbs on a ladder for display in the window, or thinks the big holiday loft letters are a jungle gym.&lt;br /&gt;4) We also LOVE it when the husbands watch as they destroy the window displays, and when I so nicely ask, ohh hey could you please not have them play in there, I really don't want them to get hurt. And their response is well there shouldn't be things in here that can hurt them, they aren't doing anything wrong..... I'm SORRY WHAT?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;     did you seriously just say that it was OKAY for your child to be playing in our windows on things that could fall and hurt them, and then tell me that it was my fault. As if your child is so perfect and gods gift that they can literally play with whatever they want in the entire world. Oh yes, thats why we have so many spoiled brats today...thanks for clearing that one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay okay...I'm NOT a babysitter. I enjoy cute children who are well behaved...I'm about sick and frickin tired of all the moms who are bored at home, so they decide to bring their bratty kids into the store and let them run WILD throughout the store while they shop. Every five minutes you'll hear ohhh honey don't do that. They don't even know what they are doing because they can't even SEE where their child is at. It is sooo annoying!!!! We are not NOT NOT babysitters!!!! If your child is a brat, that is what strollers are for. Put them in one. Seriously.  I'm sick of keeping an eye out for your childs safety and ensuring that they are ruining things in the store because you don't feel like watching them, and society has deemed it okay for you to leave your kids running wild through the store while you just ignore them and shop....ah yai yai. (sp??) Its really really obnoxious. That would be the equivalent to me coming to your house, yes you the complete stranger who I am sure is reading this, and me being like nope I don't want to talk to you, then pulling out all the pans in your kitchen and hiding them through the house, then standing on your furniture with my dirty shoes on and the proceeding to jump off you couch as high as I can , and really not care if you are bothered by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are one of those parents (and I know most of my readers are NOT them) or if you know them....please tell them to stop being so frickin annoying. We aren't your babysitters so stop treating us like them. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-5108625877013396238?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/5108625877013396238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=5108625877013396238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/5108625877013396238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/5108625877013396238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-when-did-i-miss.html' title='So when did I miss ....'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-8244410035053714296</id><published>2009-05-24T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:50:30.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii....ALOHAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Shl5i0Lb4sI/AAAAAAAAAFo/801jJROwf5U/s1600-h/hawaii+2009+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339432472253555394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Shl5i0Lb4sI/AAAAAAAAAFo/801jJROwf5U/s320/hawaii+2009+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Shl5iicYq3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/w5AVKOP2ZM4/s1600-h/hawaii+2009+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339432467492809586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Shl5iicYq3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/w5AVKOP2ZM4/s320/hawaii+2009+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Shl5iWc9oiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VGoQiI6ox58/s1600-h/hawaii+2009+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339432464274006562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Shl5iWc9oiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VGoQiI6ox58/s320/hawaii+2009+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Shl5iD9EC8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/N0HT4ivyM-M/s1600-h/hawaii+2009+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339432459308370882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Shl5iD9EC8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/N0HT4ivyM-M/s320/hawaii+2009+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Shl5hro6uSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1O7FTaePXLI/s1600-h/hawaii+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339432452781422882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Shl5hro6uSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1O7FTaePXLI/s320/hawaii+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to Hawaii last week for our 8 year anniversary! I've never been to Hawaii before, but Art has been twice. We decided to go to Maui, since thats an island he's never been to. We decided to go cheap, as in we stayed at a condo type hotel and brought food with us. This is totally new for us, we are usually hotel then eat out. But since we just went on our super duper Sandals vaca we decided it was probably smarter to go cheap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed at the Maui Kaanapali Villas, which now are called Aston Kaanapali Shores (online, but when you get there its still the first name..) it was an awesome location. And VERY quiet. Hardly any bratty kids there, and not many people hanging around the resort either. Thats how I like it. The pools were AWESOME (except that they all had a deep end...I no me gusta!) they were soooo warm. I'm talking like a bath. Usually no matter where we are the pool always seems a little cold when you first put your foot in. But then once you get all the way in, its usually fine. This one I put my foot in and I was like oh my gosh, I just went to heaven. Art is thinking, oh lord help us, Rebekah is going to want to stay in all day. Its true, I love love love the pool. So our room is nice too, all the rooms are decorated different since they're all individually owned. Ours was fine, kind of what I expected. But there were some rooms we saw that had just been done up with fancy schmancy decor... Thats okay. Who needs that. Resort is good, we like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lets see here. We mostly just hung out at the pool or the beach everyday. We only were there for 5 days, so we didn't have a ton of time, since half the first and last day were travel days. On Friday I decided I would try snorkeling. I got in and there are some waves there, not big ones but enough that pushes you up quite a bit. I put my head in and was like oh hell no. So I told Art he could go out by himself. I stay up on the beach and enjoy the sun and watch as he swims way out. He goes out for probably a half hour, then he comes and tells me all about the cool stuff he saw. Now I want to try it again. So I have Art go rent me a lifevest. There is no way in hell I am trying this again without one. So he goes and gets one. There is a lady in the water who is helping me relax, telling me to say, I used to be afraid of the water, but not today, the water can't hurt me. I'm thinking okay thats lovely, but it could hurt me if I drown, or if a shark attacks me. The worst part on this beach is the getting into the water with your snorkel stuff. The waves hit you so much that its hard to even stand up, so with putting all that crap on, its a difficult task to get in without falling over. I do it, and at first I'm breathing really hard, and kind of scared. I make Art hold my hand the entire time. As I'm terrified to do this alone. So we start swimming around and we do see a bunch of awesome fish. I knew it was getting deeper. I estimated it was probably like 10-12 feet, Art smiled and said okay if thats what you think. (He didn't want me to know it was probably at least 15 or more) And same thing, at first I was freaking a little, but then I just took a deep breath and thought okay I can breathe and I have a lifevest on, I'm safe. Tons of yellow orange and blue fish, oh and some black and white polka dot ones too. Those ones are funny. We snorkel for a while and then I'm like okay I need a break. We go back out a while later to a different spot and see even more fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we decide to go exploring on the island. So we saw a ton of different beaches, took a million pictures, and just had a great time together. Nothing too exciting this day, so onto Sunday we'll go. A couple at the resort had told us about this really cool snorkeling place (see pic up top) so we went on an adventure to find it. And we did. We stopped up top at the lookout and it looks gorgeous. We see a ton of people. We get down to the ocean and its all rocky, we had brought our watersocks, mostly because I don't feel comfortable with the flippers yet. And also thankfully with how slippery the rocks were, the watersocks were much easier than flippers would have been. So at first the water is super merky (sp??) you can't really see anything, then I'm like hmmm...okay whatever. So we swim out a ways. We start seeing some fish after a while, pretty much the same as the ones by the resort. We swim over to where a bunch of other people are and see a HUGE school of fish. I'm talking like at least a thousand. They were all over the place! This one girl is freaking out, she thinks they're going to eat her or something. They were fairly big fish for how many there were. They were like the ones of finding nemo...when one switched direction, they all did. So we swam around with them for a while. We went pretty deep here, and I knew it, and I didn't even freak out. We went out where the boat/catamaran is in the picture. (Yes I had rented the lifevest for the entire day) I'd say we were at least 20 ft, maybe more, who knows. But at least that deep. So we hung out here for a couple hours and decided we'd seen enough. On the way back in, it seemed like there was nothing for the entire way back and it was taking forever. Then when we were almost back we saw this AWESOME fish it was like 4 different neon colors and sooo BRIGHT! Neither of us had seen this kind anywhere else. Then right next to him was this neon yellow long fish like a foot long and really skinny with a point nose. They were both really cool. Done snorkeling here. We didn't see any seaturtles, which is what I really wanted to see. So we decide maybe we'll try blackrock which is suppose to be the best snorkeling in Maui, and just happens to be right next to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we get there, there is a TON of people and I'm like nope, actually I'm pretty done. (Having my ears in the water for so long, kinda gave me a headache) Art goes out and not two mins later I hear someone shout there's a seaturtle. Art looks up and I've already got my stuff and I'm running into the ocean. I get out there a bit and don't know where they had seen him. Then I hear someone say oh here he is. So I'm trying to run back in (wasn't too deep) but its hard as the water is so choppy. Finally I get to where the guy is saying he is and I put my head in. HOLY CRAP ( okay actually I yelled Holy S%&amp;amp;*) because the thing was HUUUUGGGGEEE. I seriously could not believe my eyes. It was insane. I swear he was like the size of my four wheeler. He starts swimming away and I could not keep up with him. But it was AWESOME, and then I found Art and I was like okay I'm done, saw my seaturtle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I snorkeled in deep water, which is a big actually huge accomplishment for me. And other than that we just hung out, relaxed and spent time together. It was a great quick getaway. Wishing I was still there. I'll be putting up a separate blog on our dinner at Roys. But since this one is so long, I figured I better just stop it now!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh except for one thing. Something we did to entertain ourselves was taking "action shots" on the camera. So we'd jump in the air, and catch every motion in pics on the camera. So here are our pics from that. The one of Art made me laugh for AT LEAST two hours straight!!! I told him to jump up and click his heels to the side. You know how people do that like on movies and stuff. Well he has no CLUE what I am talking about, and this is the end result. Ohhh lord, reminds me of danceteam. This picture is my new favorite. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-8244410035053714296?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/8244410035053714296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=8244410035053714296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/8244410035053714296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/8244410035053714296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/05/hawaiialohaaaaa.html' title='Hawaii....ALOHAAAAA'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Shl5i0Lb4sI/AAAAAAAAAFo/801jJROwf5U/s72-c/hawaii+2009+207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-5925912314713076524</id><published>2009-04-22T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:24:06.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 3 and 4 in Antigua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se-1HiLqDrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3Ev8ZvcntWA/s1600-h/Disneycruise+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327676025241996978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se-1HiLqDrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3Ev8ZvcntWA/s320/Disneycruise+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se-1HWGuU5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2-leMT7hS7I/s1600-h/Disneycruise+434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327676022000079762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se-1HWGuU5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2-leMT7hS7I/s320/Disneycruise+434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se-1HJBfzJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/b1NKh_hADyw/s1600-h/Disneycruise+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327676018488495250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se-1HJBfzJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/b1NKh_hADyw/s320/Disneycruise+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm starting to not remember everything quite as clear from last week...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; I'll try and remember the exciting parts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday day 3, actually I have NO clue what we did during the day, it was either hanging out at the beach or hanging out at the pool. So we did one of those. Then they had a scavenger hunt for returning guests. We thought it would be like the one last year where you have to find stuff and take pics of it on your digital camera. But no, we just had to run around the resort and find balloons, that had point amounts int them, and bring them back where they would pop them and add up the points to determine the winner. There is this big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/span&gt; guy there, who is telling us all that we are living on his land for free, because he is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; and he was here first, then he starts bringing up politics and other things, so I just decided to walk away from him. He's being a jackass, and you can tell everyone is annoyed...Its time to start...Art and I split up and go running once they say go. I find one right away and then go into the pub where I find three more balloons, I don't want to drop them so I stick them all in my shirt. It made everyone I passed by laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, which is always good. We searched for another like 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, art found 5, but I didn't find any other balloons after my initial four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go back and they start counting my balloons, and I'm holding my last one and the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; man comes and takes it, I laugh like ha ha you are so funny. Then I'm like okay give it back, he says nope, it says where ever I find one and this is where I found it. All the employees are like give it back to her. We go back and forth for probably like 3-4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; of him being a jerk. I tell him to give it back or I'm going to kick him somewhere, he says go ahead, then I'll stick my wife on you and she's 6 ft. I tell him I don't care how tall she is, cause I'll just sit on her. Then he's like it doesn't matter you're going to get second place just like at name that tune last night. Then he's like and second place is way worse than last.... REALLY ?? How do you figure, for second place I would get $100 gift certificate and he'd get nothing for last. Anyways, then the couple who won first place comes in, and they had a CRAP load of balloons.... They won a couples massage, but hey I'm still okay with the gift certificate. The big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; dude is still going on and on and on, and we just walk away. I now HATE this man. (I'm telling you, because he's in future posts) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night they had Caribbean night at the beach with a big buffet out on the sand. We went to that and ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of food. :) After dinner we went to a fire dancing show. The guy was really good, and then he did limbo, and he went under the limbo bar at about 7 inches. It was INSANE!! I've never seen someone be able to bend like that before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday Day 4. Again I'm not sure what we did during the day, beach and pool and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lotsa&lt;/span&gt; drinks I'm assuming.... For dinner we headed to Kimonos, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Teppenyaki&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;??) style where they make it on the big grill thing right in front of you. We met The Dr's there ( Ryan and Ashley) and Glenn and Brittany who were getting married at the resort on Thursday. We chatted with them about all the sandals and all the cool things you can have your butlers do. They were the first people we had talked to who also had butler service. Then we found out that Glenn and Brittany were staying in the villas which I wanted to see, and that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Drs&lt;/span&gt; were staying in the penthouse which we wanted to see as well. Then come to find out they all wanted to see our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rondoval&lt;/span&gt;. So after dinner and dessert we went around and toured the rooms. Glenn and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Brittanys&lt;/span&gt; villa was very nice, has a pool and private &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hot tub&lt;/span&gt;, which was sweet! And the Dr's had a room quite similar only they had an AMAZING view of the ocean ... So its like you pick a view, or a pool. I like pool, so I'm glad with our room still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this its time to head to the Lovers Game. This is a game that we all signed up for and then they'd pick 6 couples to play. Think the newlywed game. Embarrassing and hilarious. So we're sitting there talking to the other 2 couples, when all of a sudden I hear room 314...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ohhhhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lordy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; our room. Because of course, I mean OF COURSE, out of the 50 couples who signed up we'd be one of the 6 that is chosen. I'm instantly like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; no I think I'm going to throw up. We'd just met these nice couples, and had about 10 other couples of friends in the audience. Once we get up, all our friends start laughing hysterically and cheering. This is NOT good!!! So the way it works is the guys stay out and get asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;q's&lt;/span&gt; first, while the women go into the bar so we can't hear. I won't tell you the answers or all of the questions...my parents read this for goodness sakes. So I may put a few risque ones in, but not all. :) so we are finally allowed to go back out, and its time for us to answer the same questions, whoever matches their lovers answers gets a point, who ever gets the most points wins.... easy enough right?? Wrong... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the questions they asked the guys, and we have to answer what we THINK they answered! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q1) Whats your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wifes&lt;/span&gt; bra size....okay I'm not telling everyone my bra size, but we were the only couple to get this WRONG!!! So now I'm like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; no, what have we gotten ourselves into??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q2) What item of clothing do you HATE when your lover wears... I have no clue, then Brittany mouths high heels..I'm like what, and she mouths it again, one of the other girls sees and goes CHEATER! The girl who's turn it is says high heels, and is right, so I assume its her answer too. But alas I say PJ's or sweats, and my answer was high heels...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ughhh&lt;/span&gt;, another one wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q3) If you could get rid of one person in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;wifes&lt;/span&gt; family who would it be. Now for obvious reasons, I'm not putting that up here, but alas...guess what...we got it WRONG!!! So we're 0 for 3 now...And we're the only ones who've been married over like 1 week. This is getting embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q4) Whats something you've been begging your lover for that they refuse to do. I'm thinking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; well we've always been pretty clear on the things not happening, so I'm going to say nothing. So of course when its my turn I say, I'm awesome...nothing. And everyone is dying laughing. I get it right, and HOORAY we finally have one point. I can't tell you what the other couples said, but let me just say I was laughing so hard, I almost peed my pants. Play this game if you ever go to Sandals...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now its reverse time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; wait, let me also say Art and I had been practicing questions all day just in case we get called, of course they don't ask any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;q's&lt;/span&gt; we had practiced. But our butler did tell us that they do a multiple choice one most times...So we agree we should just pick a letter no matter what and stick to it. I ask Art, but what if its humiliating, he says No, stick to the plan, we'll get over it, and it'll help us win... (you'll need to know that multiple choice part for later) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so its guys turn to go into the bar, and girls turn to answer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;q's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q1) What is the weirdest gift he's ever given you. I answer nothing, we save for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;vaca's&lt;/span&gt; usually, and when he does buy gifts, they're pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q2) If you could change one thing physically about your man, what would it be. I say his insanely large neck, because its impossible to buy dress shirts for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q3) what is something he does that drives you CRAZY and you wish he'd stop. Right after the host says this I'm like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; pick me pick me, I don't need to think about it. He comes over and I say, he's picky, he picks at everything, he's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;pickypooh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what I call him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q4) If you had to rate your lover which of the following MULTIPLE choice answers would you rate him as. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a- he's long and boring like to flight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;antigua&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;yaaawwwnnn&lt;/span&gt; are we there yet, can I get some peanuts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b- he's like the energizer bunny, he keeps going and going and going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;...he's wham &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;bam&lt;/span&gt; thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;maam&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;....we'd already decided to go with A regardless of the answer. So as soon as he asks the question, I'm like dying, I drop my head and want to run away...but alas I stick to the plan and say A...the Crowd is like....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;huuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;, you know the noise of shock...no laughter here, the host is like man, you are MEAN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the guys come out to answer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q1) Art says nothing...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;hoorrayyyyy&lt;/span&gt; a point, that makes two! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q2) he says his nose...we get it wrong. Shocker, since we're totally LOSING! Two of the girls had answered stomach, and the guy from couple 6 was NOT happy when he heard this. If was quite funny to the rest of us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q3) Art is like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt; I know this one, and he goes I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;pickypooh&lt;/span&gt;...the crowd is dying laughing that he says the exact same thing, and the host is like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;mannn&lt;/span&gt; what the hell is that. He explains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q4) Arts reaction is about the same as mine, head goes down in shame, and he answers a, and the crowd again is like totally shocked....We're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; humiliated, and the new couples we've met are like, oh my gosh!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, to say the least we totally lost, then I had to go tell everyone about the multiple choice question, because they were all thinking, whats going on...so it was a hilarious night, even though we didn't win. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the end of day 3 and 4. The couples game was much more funny, but like I said, for OBVIOUS reasons, I'm not putting the answers from the other couples up here, because I think some people would not appreciate it, and I'm polite what can I say! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-5925912314713076524?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/5925912314713076524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=5925912314713076524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/5925912314713076524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/5925912314713076524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/04/days-3-and-4-in-antigua.html' title='Days 3 and 4 in Antigua'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se-1HiLqDrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/3Ev8ZvcntWA/s72-c/Disneycruise+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-275359447144248380</id><published>2009-04-20T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:36:02.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 1 and 2 in Antigua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se0iyqjqbOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ofQxHJwrDWU/s1600-h/Disneycruise+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952188061838562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se0iyqjqbOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ofQxHJwrDWU/s320/Disneycruise+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se0iyYH7djI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SZjteBR4yG4/s1600-h/Disneycruise+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952183113676338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se0iyYH7djI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SZjteBR4yG4/s320/Disneycruise+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se0iyOlmahI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GdO8vHIQP-c/s1600-h/Disneycruise+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952180553771538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se0iyOlmahI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GdO8vHIQP-c/s320/Disneycruise+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se0ixstZCBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sVHXmwvkCCg/s1600-h/Disneycruise+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952171459643410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se0ixstZCBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sVHXmwvkCCg/s320/Disneycruise+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se0ixcMKXrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LApFeaecNVI/s1600-h/Disneycruise+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952167025303218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se0ixcMKXrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LApFeaecNVI/s320/Disneycruise+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day one will go by pretty quick since we got to the resort around 4 and were in bed by 8. :) So we show up and it takes a while for check in. We're suppose to get to go into the special butler room, but no one takes us...sad. But I'll live, I'm in paradise. Finally our butler Cicell comes and gets us and takes us to our rondoval. Its the room I've been wanting to stay in forever, and at last I get to see it. Its an adorable little round house with our own private pool in back and big beautiful flowers all over. I love it! Its WAYYYY smaller than our previous rooms, but its adorable and only about 300 feet from the beach. I'm in heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tell the butler all the things we need, breakfast every morning at 9 and our order, and that we like to eat early for dinner, and that we want him to book all our dinners. So that night we go to Marios for dinner. We're practically zombies at dinner after our 27 hours of traveling with no sleep...so we decide after dinner its time for bed...We sleep a good 12 hours and wake up around 8:45 the next day...just in time to get our room service delivered and eat it out on our patio next to the pool. Now this is the life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast its time to put on swimsuits and load up on sunblock and head to the beach. Its a beautiful HUGE beach, but it is public. Boo to this. Meaning anyone can walk around it, so there were kids wandering up and down the beach from the neighboring resorts, but they were pretty well behaved...so its all good. I just laid on the lounger for hours, its soooo beautiful that you can just let the entire day drift away while laying there watching the ocean and staring at all its beautiful colors. We decide to go up and go to the big pool for a while, and its a little cold. Not really, its just I was being a sissy. So we get in and have some drinks from the swim up bar, ahhhh now thats nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next its time for dinner, so we get all dolled up and meet our other butler Maureen for the first time and she walks us over to our dinner where she has flowers all over the table for us, and its the restaurant on the beach. Its gorgeous. Arthur has a fun experience while at dinner. In Antigua there are a MILLION little lizard like gecko things, they're all over the place. Totally harmless and quite amusing to watch. Well during dinner, Art has something fall on his shoulder, swipes it off and looks down and its the body of a roach!!! Its moving all around, only it doesn't have a head, Art looks up and sees the little lizards chomping away on the roaches body, guess it wasn't hungry enough for the body! SICCKKKKK!!! So that was entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner we saw Ken and Susan from the plane and sat with them for a while and just chatted and got to know them. After a little while its time for Name that Tune. So we decide we'll play. They have a DJ and a lady calling on people to answer it. Samantha was the employee with that job, well she keeps picking on the front table, and everyone is getting annoyed that she keeps picking them. She's suppose to call on the first hand she sees. Now granted they knew ALOT of songs that other people didn't....BUTTT they weren't always the first ones with their hands up. So the audience is getting annoyed, then the DJ tells her for everytime she calls on the wrong table she has to do a shot...so the audience gets into this, and keeps yelling shot shot shot, everytime we didn't like who she called on. So she keeps calling on the front table, and when its quiet for a second I yell...HEY TABLE ONE...and the lady turns around and I go...ITS ON, you're going down!!! She's like bring it...So we started a little fun war with them. Then me and Ken had to go up and dance to Michael Jackson in front of EVERYONE, thank goodness he offered to go up with me, there is no way Art was going up to dance. The crowd enjoyed Kens MJ moves. A little while later we had to go up and do the Macarana, which is always a crowd pleaser, so I went up and then pulled someone else with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towards the end, they tell us they are going to do a tally on chips (everytime you got a song right, you got a chip) so all these people keep coming up to me going we want you to take out table one, so take our chips...I'm excited we might actually beat them. I've been glaring and talking trash to them all night, so it would be awesome to kick their butts...Well then I realize we're one chip away from tying with them, I look around and ask someone if I can have their chip and then the DJ is like CHEATER....you can't do that!!! Everyone was like yes she can, we gave them to her, so I took my chips up and tried to tie for first place...but the DJ wasn't having it...so then table one decided to start yelling SHOT SHOT SHOT!! ohhh no.....i do NOT do shots...yuck...but they keep going and eventually the DJ gets everyone to start chanting. Might I add this was not a normal size shot, but more like 8 oz of straight hard alcohol. I tell them I won't do it unless they admit we tied...they won't and I'm not getting off the hook here, I do the shot and its NASTY!!! Yuckkkkkk...Everyone cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name that tune is over and then a band comes out and starts playing and its dancing time. I make friends with Pam and Mary of table one, they were quite fun. Then I start a conga line and after that a limbo line....what can I say, I like to start things and make sure everyone is having fun. After starting those, I met alot of people and had lots of new friends, who as the week progressed would always glare at Pam and Mary of table one from the infamous name that tune night. I also got the nickname of troublemaker from that night...hmmm imagine that. After that it was definitely bed time, we'd had a great real first day, dancing, drinks, fake fights, limbo, conga line and a whole lot more. We were pooped.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-275359447144248380?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/275359447144248380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=275359447144248380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/275359447144248380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/275359447144248380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/04/days-1-and-2-in-antigua.html' title='Days 1 and 2 in Antigua'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/Se0iyqjqbOI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ofQxHJwrDWU/s72-c/Disneycruise+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-5151779408482654381</id><published>2009-04-19T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:30:51.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The airport, traveling, and all that jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SevCIKyHUPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xbHRrsXzKUA/s1600-h/Disneycruise+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326564429885034738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SevCIKyHUPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xbHRrsXzKUA/s320/Disneycruise+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SevCHrXaxvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cxB2V7exoG8/s1600-h/Disneycruise+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326564421451564786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SevCHrXaxvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cxB2V7exoG8/s320/Disneycruise+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SevCHXmOV8I/AAAAAAAAADw/V56CSZ3bJl4/s1600-h/Disneycruise+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326564416144955330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SevCHXmOV8I/AAAAAAAAADw/V56CSZ3bJl4/s320/Disneycruise+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SevCHeKuBqI/AAAAAAAAADo/uXz1Sx4-710/s1600-h/Disneycruise+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326564417908639394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SevCHeKuBqI/AAAAAAAAADo/uXz1Sx4-710/s320/Disneycruise+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so this will be all about our travel to Antigua and Day one...Hope you've set aside some time to read read read.... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we check in at PDX for the first leg of our flight, we'll have 2 layovers, first from PDX to Phoenix, then from there to Atlanta, and then from there to Antigua...A total of 26 hours of total travel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to Portland (a lovely 3 hour drive) we are cruising along, probably about 75 mph behind a Subaru when we see some lady passing a semi truck in our lane...I think man, she is REALLY close, when all of a sudden, she's NOT moving over, did I mention there was part of a lane empty on her side. The Subaru skids off into the gravel, fine but still had to run off the road, and then we followed as she wasn't moving. While we're flying through the gravel trying not to get in a wreck, the semi kicks up a huge rock right into my windshield, and CRACK it goes....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...I'm already freaking out that we almost went into the ditch, now those jerk offs cracked my windshield too...you've GOT to be kidding me! I'm pretty upset for the next 30 mins...okay over it. Then we're almost into Portland, and I'm driving along at about 80 and out runs a coyote into the middle of the road, and stops right in front of us to think about if he wants to continue. I slam on the breaks, as there is no where to go with the barricade in the middle and a car to my right....he runs off....my heart is racing again...but alas, we are fine. Thank goodness....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get on our first flight and we're in the row behind the first row that is behind first class. So the lady from the airport gets on and asks the guy in front of us if he'll move so a family can sit together... he says I'm 6'8, I need the extra leg room, if you can get me into an exit row, I will, otherwise not...they didn't have that and she is like begging him, I tell her we'll move up if the lady next to us will take that other seat available so the family can sit together...now I'm doing this as it SUCKS to not get to sit together, and I thought a good deed would do me some good on a day of traveling.... ohhhhhh boy was I wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On get a mom and her 3 kids, so she'll be holding one on her lap and the other two in the seats behind us. The chair kicking starts immediately. Then the 1 year old on her lap starts hitting Arthur on the top of his head, I turn and look at her and she laughs (the mom...like aren't they soooo cute) uhhhh no they aren't cute. Oh we hadn't even taken off yet, and its a little over 3 hour flight...ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... So the screaming then starts followed by ALOT more kicking of the chairs. She never tells them, ohhh no honey don't do that. Don't get me wrong, I know some kids are just bratty but when you let them do whatever they want, of course they aren't going to stop. Well then about an hour into the flight, some RANDOM passenger comes and sits with them. A very very VERY obnoxious lady who tells them they are such good kids, and starts throwing the baby up in the air, who then kicks my headrest about ohhhh 50 times. And the other kids is standing in front of the lady so I'm getting kicked in two places. LOVELY! They come with the drinks and I buy some baileys...Lord I am going to need some alcohol to get through this flight. It continues and the guy is glaring at us, like why the hell did you have to change seats, I mouth I'm sorry to him about a hundred times. After about another 20 mins I can't take it ( I kept looking back and nothing, no I'm sorry, no please stop it kiddos, nothing) so I go and stand with the flight attendants in the back who agreed that we had the worst seats on the entire plane and proceeded to buy me some wine. So I stood back there with them for probably 30 mins.... until it was time to start our landing process, I groan and beg and beg and tell them I'll help them work...but they make me go back to my seat...ughhh.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids keep kicking and screaming and they are just encouraged by both women to do so. The guy we're sitting with is so upset he's been drinking the entire flight, and then starts elbowing the seat every time they kick his...which was about every 5 seconds. Finally we land, we're waiting to get off the plane and the people in the isle over are like ohhhh you're kids were so good on the plane, what good little travelers...I shot all of them the nastiest look I could and a couple of people started laughing when the women said that because we all KNEW it was the worst flight ever..... Wheewwww we are off of that plane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we have a 4 and a half hour layover in Phoenix, we get a cab and go out and see some sights, then go back to check in only to find out of flight has been delayed and hour and a half. So now we don't depart until 1:30 am...yes am.... Did you all know I get incredibly sick with no sleep or no eating at normal times....so imagine my excitement...We finally get on the plane and make it to Atlanta, which is my LEAST favorite airport of any, you'll hear much more about that in about 10 blogs when I finish up the entire week. Then its off to Antigua, before we board we notice we're not sitting together. We hear someone else ask the ticketing agent about it for them, and she says she can't fix it until about 20 mins prior to the flight. About ten mins later I ask Arthur to go stand up there to get our seats together, so he waits for the agent to get back and she gives us seats together. The next people go up ( totally different people that earlier) and she says sorry, no more seats together...hehehehe, we got the first and only ones. We board and find that all the people behind us are on their way to Sandals as well, we chit chat for a while, and meet Chad and Jamie, and Ken and Susan. (I'll be referring to them in upcoming posts, so don't forget...) we finally land, and its hotter than hell out there. Ahhhh the Caribbean. We stand in line for an hour to get through customs and finally get on the shuttle to the resort...Sandals here we come!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-5151779408482654381?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/5151779408482654381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=5151779408482654381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/5151779408482654381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/5151779408482654381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-one-in-antigua.html' title='The airport, traveling, and all that jazz'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SevCIKyHUPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xbHRrsXzKUA/s72-c/Disneycruise+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-7189439975301932954</id><published>2009-04-02T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:41:06.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Draws Near....</title><content type='html'>So its almost time for our BIG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vaca&lt;/span&gt;. The one we save all year for... OUR SANDALS vacation. Its my very favorite place ever. This year we are going to Antigua. Never been there, but am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited to go. I can't believe we are leaving in a week from tomorrow. I'm not at all prepared, and it really doesn't seem like its that time already. I'm very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anways&lt;/span&gt;, about wonderful Sandals. This year we're staying in a Garden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rondoval&lt;/span&gt; with private pool. Its a cute little round house. All to ourselves. And the best part is, they are really close to the beach. This will be the first time we've been close to the beach, as usually the nice suites are furthest away, that doesn't seem to make sense does it???? So while we are there, it will also be "reunion week". Which is something Sandals does every year for repeat guests. We've never been and didn't even know it was happening until about a month ago, so hopefully it will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much to do, I probably shouldn't be online...but alas, I LOVE the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, so here I am. If any of you want the best vacation ever, head to Sandals, its so relaxing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; beautiful, oh and did I mention....NO KIDS ALLOWED!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;YAHOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!! No bratty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rugrats&lt;/span&gt; ruining my vacations there, thank you very much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well this is just rambling, so I'm going to go do nothing on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, or maybe watch some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;. Or maybe I'll go to target and get some SPF 90000000....Cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; about what you need for the sun there!! I'll post pics and everything when we get back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-7189439975301932954?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/7189439975301932954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=7189439975301932954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/7189439975301932954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/7189439975301932954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/04/vacation-draws-near.html' title='Vacation Draws Near....'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-1481836298539393470</id><published>2009-03-29T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:12:48.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How my brother is stealing my child away....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SdAcUmfpI0I/AAAAAAAAADg/2WQ88W1hkm0/s1600-h/Disneycruise+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318782300180783938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SdAcUmfpI0I/AAAAAAAAADg/2WQ88W1hkm0/s320/Disneycruise+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SdAcUgNp7LI/AAAAAAAAADY/YUWIEZUHyLE/s1600-h/Disneycruise+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318782298494725298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SdAcUgNp7LI/AAAAAAAAADY/YUWIEZUHyLE/s320/Disneycruise+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SdAcUPuXz_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ElEFrmcPeX8/s1600-h/Disneycruise+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318782294068547570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SdAcUPuXz_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ElEFrmcPeX8/s320/Disneycruise+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes funny title. I realize, but I'm ever so saddened that Michael and Christina are taking my dear sweet precious baby Kaylee away from me when they move to Boise in a week and a half. Now for those of you who don't know her. She's my niece, the cutest, funniest and sweetest thing ever. And I just love her to death! She can always brighten my day and make me smile. But now they are moving away, and some nerve, taking their own child with them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; excuse me, don't you know how this will affect me?? :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!! Its just that they are only cute and little for so long before they're bratty and annoying...so can't you just wait until she's bratty and annoying to move her away and not now?? I tell ya...I move back and they move away...Sure I'll miss them...but my heart is breaking that I won't get to do our I love you, I love you more with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;favoritest&lt;/span&gt; little girl in the whole world. And NO I am not moving to Boise, and NO I am not going to have my own child to get over it. Why does everyone say that, oh maybe you should have your own...No no no...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why I love her, when she's fussy, back to your parents you go, and you get to give them sugary sweets and teach them funny faces. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; the joys of being an aunt. I'll miss her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; very much. So thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to my brother for taking away the one thing in Bend I actually love! ( Well besides my husband) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-1481836298539393470?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/1481836298539393470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=1481836298539393470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/1481836298539393470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/1481836298539393470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-my-brother-is-stealing-my-child.html' title='How my brother is stealing my child away....'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SdAcUmfpI0I/AAAAAAAAADg/2WQ88W1hkm0/s72-c/Disneycruise+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-6497683162452204660</id><published>2009-03-09T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:39:00.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a frickin week!</title><content type='html'>What a horrible last week. I mean seriously, started bad and ended really really bad. I'm not even going to go into detail. Because then I'd just be pissed all over again. So all I'd like to say is that I'm really really HAPPY last week is over!!! And those of you who contributed to my week being so horrible, can go ahead and feel happy. You did it! You made my week crap central!! There were a couple of you, and you know who you are. Soooo glad its over, although i'm feeling its pouring over into this week...ughhh...time to move far far away from here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-6497683162452204660?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/6497683162452204660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=6497683162452204660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/6497683162452204660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/6497683162452204660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-frickin-week.html' title='What a frickin week!'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-2120092099213973547</id><published>2009-02-16T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:40:54.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why on earth should I be sorry????</title><content type='html'>So since I usually like to vent via my blog...here's something that really really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what everyone, Art and I have worked hard to be able to afford the things we have. We're very frugal and smart with spending. So why in the hell should I be sorry for taking vacations, and buying the things we want. I am soooooooo sick of listening to everyone and their dog complain about how its just not fair that we get to go on so many vacas. Well I've got news, you chose your life, and I chose mine. So deal with it and stop being a hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its coming to the point where I don't even like to talk about what we are doing or any vacations in depth because I'm so frickin sick and tired of people being all jealous and telling us that it just isn't fair. Well think about the money you spend on your kids, its alot right? I'm being serious, its very expensive to raise kids. We don't have them, so naturally we'll have what seems to most as extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it, its like oh poor me, I never get to do anything...its your life you made your decisions. Don't be mad at me, just because I chose to work a steady job since the day I moved out, and not have kids. Its bull s#@* and I am sick and tired of dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone makes their own choices, and I made mine. So shut up if you can't deal with it. Cause I'm tired of feeling like its not okay to talk about my life just because I get to go on vacations. Everyone acts like I must have done something really special or am going into some massive debt to do it. Nope its called, we both work full time jobs and don't go out to eat, don't go out to movies, and save pretty much every penny of our money. So I'm really sorry that you're jealous. And no this frustration isn't recent. This is something that has been going on long LONG before the economy sucked. Everyone always tells us it isn't fair. Life isn't fair, get over it, you bunch of sissy cry babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I feel much MUCH better! I love blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-2120092099213973547?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/2120092099213973547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=2120092099213973547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/2120092099213973547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/2120092099213973547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-on-earth-should-i-be-sorry.html' title='Why on earth should I be sorry????'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-3745482879043602663</id><published>2009-02-15T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:30:10.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I love priceline</title><content type='html'>So Art and I used to use Priceline.com all the time ages ago, probably like 6 years ago. Then I kinda forgot about it. Man I love that website. You get to go in, name your own price for a certain "star" rating of a hotel and then someone can accept it. And you can just go CHEAP! We got a room at the Hyatt Regency in Orange County for $52 a night for two nights. And in November we got a room at the Hilton Suites also in OC for $45 a night. Needless to say, both these hotels are normally in the $130-$200 range. And by booking through hotels.com or some other travel site, you wouldn't even be able to get motel 6 for that price. So I'll take dirt cheap for a 4-5 star hotel anytime. Just love it, so if you ever want a deal and don't have a specific hotel in mind, try priceline. It'll save you a TON! WOOHOO! I love staying at really nice hotels for cheap...helps me save for more vaca's.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-3745482879043602663?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/3745482879043602663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=3745482879043602663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/3745482879043602663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/3745482879043602663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-i-love-priceline.html' title='How I love priceline'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-7002009508460387341</id><published>2009-02-14T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:12:42.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Cruise Finale...the airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SZxdpO6jMnI/AAAAAAAAADI/6aj95z2hO7w/s1600-h/Disneycruise+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304217424095294066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SZxdpO6jMnI/AAAAAAAAADI/6aj95z2hO7w/s320/Disneycruise+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on our way to the airport from the beach. I'm hungry but starting to feel a little sick too. We turn in our rental car and tell the guy we're flying delta. Away we go in the shuttle, then I look at the documents and tell him ohhh it looks like Alaska is operating this flight so we'll need to go there. He insists that since it says Delta that's where we need to check in. I'm sorry since when did he know everything, I knew he was wrong...but to delta we went. Once we get there, half the computers are broken. And I'm feeling even more sick. We find one that works and put in our conf number. Then it says this flight is operated by Northwest, please input that conf #. So I try going through that way and it doesn't work. I tell the lady I need help and she's like in a minute. So finally she comes over and I tell her whats happening, she says well then I guess you better go to northwest. I tell her we're NOT flying northwest, its operated by Alaska, but ticketed through Delta, she looks at my itinerary and was like no you need to go to nw, I said...we're NOT even flying them...we're flying Alaska. Then shes like well then go to Alaska. I only wish I could get her rude I hate my job tone in here. She was not helpful, and I started to cry a little. I'm not much of a cryer anymore, but somehow the airport always stresses me out, plus I felt sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So away we go to find Alaska airlines, which was of course on the other side of the airport. So we get there, and there is no one in line and three people working the counter. We stand there and wait probably a good minute before they're done with their conversation and can help us. I'm on the verge of tears, so I tell art he's going to have to talk to them, he tells them the story and this lady was pretty nice, she's like oh okay no problem. Within 15 seconds we had our boarding passes. We walk down the hall, probably 2 minutes and stop so Art can go to the bathroom, while hes in there, I'm looking at our docs, and realize they only gave us the tickets from MCO to Seattle, but not our Seattle to Redmond tickets. Then I'm annoyed, and then I look at our luggage tags...yep sure enough, they checked them to Seattle. Ughhh, art's out in a few seconds and I tell him to run back and figure it out. I stay there as I don't want to start balling and freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he comes back, I ask him how it went. He told me I don't want to know. He went over there and told the lady hey we just checked our luggage and you sent it to Seattle and not Redmond, and shes like WHAT!! Well why didn't you tell us that when you checked it. I can't do anything to help you NOW! He's like we just checked it two minutes ago...her: well sorry can't help you...TOMORROW, that's when you can get your luggage. I can't do anything to help you, you should have told us. I'm sorry, since when was it MY job to re-check what the people at the airlines have done to make sure they did it right? Seriously you are blaming us, for you checking our luggage to the wrong place. So art is like, I just want to know what I can do, and what we can do to make sure our luggage goes to Redmond, her: I can't help you, you'll have to do it in Seattle. OMG! Are you kidding me!!! What is going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pissed....royally pissed now, I'm like oh well at least the gate agent is usually more helpful. So we get to our gate and go up to the guy there. Art explains the luggage thing and how we need our connecting flight tickets and the guy is like I don't get it, why didn't they book it to the right place, we have no idea we tell him. He looks annoyed to be helping us, he's like oh well you can just deal with it in Seattle. I tell him we have a short layover and are afraid we won't make it, he's like well it'll show up eventually. I tell him , Also I'd like the names of the girls working at the ticketing counter, and he looks at me like I just asked him to name the president of the companies home address and phone number. He goes, uhhh right, how do you expect me to know who they are out of all those people working over there, I say well there are only 3 ladies working at the Alaska counter, so I'd like their names, He says, I don't even know how you expect me to find that out, I say well I want you to call the ticketing counter, cause I want to talk to their supervisor. He tells me there is no way he can do that. He then starts looking up our reservations, and tells us, he can't give us our connecting tickets and that we'll have to figure it all out in Seattle. That was enough, I had to walk away. I went into the bathroom and cried a little till I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out and Art is on the phone with Alaska Airlines trying to get everything taken care of. The lady on the phone is nice, and tells Art that she has no clue why no one will help us get our tickets to Seattle. She does a bunch of stuff, and like ten minutes of them talking we get paged up to the stand. The same guy slams down two tickets and goes, Phoenix called, here's your tickets, and NO I can't do ANYTHING about your luggage. I was like ohhhh my goshhh...you did not just do that to us! So eventually we board, and get to Seattle. Seattle people are much nicer, help us figure out our luggage, and we are good to go. We board our tiny little plane to Redmond, did I mention its now 11:00, by the time we board in Seattle. And we are on east coast time, so make that 2 am. Oh and did I also mention we have to work at 11 am. So we get to Redmond finally and I tell art that I will wait for the luggage and for him to go get the car. I wait forever, why on earth it takes so long for luggage at this airport I will never know. There is one terminal and one baggage claim. And the entire airport is like the size of my store. So why it takes so long is beyond me. Baggage finally comes and I take it outside to where I think the car will be waiting. Where is art with the car, I look all around and see art walking up. Wait where's the car. Art walks up and says, yep the cars dead. Seriously, no wait, are you serious. This is just great, its 12:15 am, (3:15 am to my body) and we still have to drive 20 minutes home. Ohhhh great. The police officer inside gives us a jump box after art tells him he can hold me as collateral, the guy found that quite funny. I didn't care, I just wanted to go home. He got it started finally, and home we went, for my like 3 hours of sleep and then off to work. Fun fun day. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-7002009508460387341?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/7002009508460387341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=7002009508460387341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/7002009508460387341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/7002009508460387341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/02/disney-cruise-finalethe-airport.html' title='Disney Cruise Finale...the airport'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SZxdpO6jMnI/AAAAAAAAADI/6aj95z2hO7w/s72-c/Disneycruise+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-2999044900271895565</id><published>2009-02-11T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:43:27.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Cruise Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SZYhnhlVo1I/AAAAAAAAADA/3i6dLTfSNJA/s1600-h/Disneycruise+294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302462574188929874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SZYhnhlVo1I/AAAAAAAAADA/3i6dLTfSNJA/s320/Disneycruise+294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SZYhnZiLNTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vZIbyTZxbjI/s1600-h/Disneycruise+304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302462572028179762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SZYhnZiLNTI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vZIbyTZxbjI/s320/Disneycruise+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SZYhnEsJatI/AAAAAAAAACw/UowZy9tZd80/s1600-h/Disneycruise+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302462566432860882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SZYhnEsJatI/AAAAAAAAACw/UowZy9tZd80/s320/Disneycruise+244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did I leave off?? Oh yes...thats right...we had been screwed out of going to Castaway Cay for the day, I remember now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they say they have all these really "FUN" things to do. Which mostly consisted of adding on movie times and some character greetings. I was very depressed by this all. We decided to go see Bolt in 3D since we couldn't do anything else. Cute movie. After that, we decided it was time for the adults only pool. Or maybe the hot tub. It was pretty chilly out. So we hung out in the hot tub for a while, and some Disney Cast Members came by asking how our day was, I told them it would be ALOT better if I was at Castaway Cay, that got everyone in the hot tub free drinks. Thank you . We chatted with them a while, and I asked them all sorts of Disney stuff. That night we went to Disney Dreams, the musical show. Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to go to this party for repeat guests with our new friends Oliver and Rosie. We met the captain there and told him that to make up for this sadness of no CC, we'd want some Chocolate Souffle from Palo. Palo is an adults only restaurant on board that you have to pay to eat at. So the Souffle you can only get from there. He asked where we were eating, our table number and time. We gave it to him. I should also mention, that I had already asked our head server in the dining room the night before for some of this, and she said she'd work on it for tonights dinner. Long story short, we totally got the entire table Souffle!!! WOOHOO!!! I'm pretty sure everyone in the dining room was jealous...but thats okay, and it helped me feel much better about not getting to go to CC for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner over, and then we go take some pics of the characters. After that, its pack up and bed time. Is it really time to leave, I swear we just got on. So goes the 3 night cruise, on and then your off. Time flies. Next day, we have breakfast and get email addresses from new friends. Then its time to leave.... :( Sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was semi-okay with leaving because it meant we were headed to WDW and the Magic KINDGDOM!!! Hip Hip Hooray! We drove to the Contemporary resort where we'd be staying for our one last night. A really cool hotel, the closest one to magic kingdom and we've always wanted to stay there. So we decided to splurge and do it. Really cool and really nice. And you can walk to the park. And if you know how HUGE WDW is, you know that is very very rare. We went to the park, and stayed for a few hours. And of course my very favorite ride... Mickeys Philharmagic, was closed...what else is new, keep it up Disney...thanks alot! But then we got to meet up with my friend Kim and her hubby for lunch, and I haven't seen her in a while, so that was really cool. After lunch in Downtown Disney, we headed back to the hotel, we were in desperate need of a nap. So we slept for a couple hours and headed back to the magic kingdom. Something really cool that they do in WDW, is if you are staying on Disney property, you can go into the parks after hours, on certain days. So that was one good thing. Until we got there, and the place was packed...go stay at another hotel...leave my disney hotels for me! Why oh why were there so many people there...Its superbowl Sunday, they should be at home, spending quality time in front of the TV. I do NOT appreciate them here, standing in my lines. So we went on a few rides, and decided we didn't feel like dealing with all the people, so we left. Goodbye Magic Kingdom...I promise it won't be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to our hotel, to watch the last two minutes of the Superbowl. I know I'm an awesome wife for letting him watch the last two minutes! Thank you! :) Off to bed. We wake up for our last day in FL, which was my sister Sarahs birthday as well. We're going to the beach!!! Woohooo!!! Until that is we start driving there, and its TOTALLY raining! UGHGHHHH...we get there and its actually okay weather. Thank goodness. So we go have lots of fun on the beach and watch the annoying seagulls as they nearly attack us for our food. Stupid birds. Then we decide to take a nature walk ( this obviously must have been Sarah's idea, since I don't walk for fun....lol) Where it starts to rain, a little, then a lot, then downpour. So we got fairly wet and then sat in the car and talked. Are you kidding me....rain....RAIN~!! On my supposed to be sunny getaway and on my sisters birthday! The nerve!!!! It didn't let up and we eventually had to leave to go to the airport. Well the airport is another story for another day...so you're just going to have to keep waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-2999044900271895565?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/2999044900271895565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=2999044900271895565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/2999044900271895565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/2999044900271895565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/02/disney-cruise-part-2.html' title='Disney Cruise Part 2'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SZYhnhlVo1I/AAAAAAAAADA/3i6dLTfSNJA/s72-c/Disneycruise+294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-3483148966289265333</id><published>2009-02-05T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:27:56.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you wanna hear about the Disney Cruise huh??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SY-wruPzKBI/AAAAAAAAACo/C6dc1JKOhJ8/s1600-h/Disneycruise+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300649551633524754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SY-wruPzKBI/AAAAAAAAACo/C6dc1JKOhJ8/s320/Disneycruise+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SY-wrnIi5EI/AAAAAAAAACg/FXGw666DvNc/s1600-h/Disneycruise+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300649549724050498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SY-wrnIi5EI/AAAAAAAAACg/FXGw666DvNc/s320/Disneycruise+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SY-wrTAB6vI/AAAAAAAAACY/q81rPZZvFXc/s1600-h/Disneycruise+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300649544319625970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SY-wrTAB6vI/AAAAAAAAACY/q81rPZZvFXc/s320/Disneycruise+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warning...this is very long. I may even split it into 2 different posts. So I hope you have some extra time on your hands to read it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I'll just start this out by saying that you all know how much I love Disney. So the mixture of unfortunate events, has by no means lessened my love for them... away we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the airport around 6:30, our flight leaves at 7:50, we're informed its delayed 35 mins. Then about 10 mins later, its delayed again...and again. We realize we're never going to make our connecting flight, so luckily we were at a nice airport (Redmond) and the lady re-booked no problem. Whewww...that was close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On we go on our yucky overnight flight, after 13 hours of traveling we arrive at the airport and go to get our rental car. Where the woman is just as pleasant as can be, are you sensing my sarcasm. Well then another client comes in and just walks right up to our counter and starts yelling at the woman about how she gave him the WRONG keys. No, no no...he put his stuff into a nicer car, and now expects her to give him the upgrade. Ummmm hellooooo we are here and we have places to be. He doesn't care, he keeps screaming that he's already packed the entire car, and it is her duty and job to give him that upgrade. Long story short, she doesn't. HAha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after an hour of driving we are at the port! WAHOO!!! No lines to check in, awesome! I of course ask if anyone has cancelled and if there are any upgrades. Nope, nothing. Absolutely full...to capacity. Full capacity is 2760 (thats with every room completely full) and our ship was at 2739. Oh great I think. Oh well...onto take our picture with Cpt Mickey~ After about 45 min-1 hour we are able to board. When you get on, they ask for your Family name and state and then they announce you coming onboard. All the way from Oregon, its the Walker Family! We totally recorded it on the camera. It was cool. So up to lunch we go, ate a ton and then finally the room is ready. I decorate the door, and its totally awesome and then we got to sleep! (well a nap at least) Bla bla bla for the rest of the day. Oh we did have a good dinner and saw The Golden Mickeys show, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So day two...bla bla bla...We walk around outside before we decide to go change and get off the ship. We are walking inside and my flip flop gets stuck on the doorway, its slow motion and I think I can catch myself. Well I didn't I fell flat on my face (and no this was NOT funny) and really hurt my knee. It hurt like a mother you know what and I started crying and could barely get up. I laid there holding my knee crying, super. Just super. ( oh and my knee still hurts a week and a half later thank you) Great way to start my day and cruise. So after getting myself together we get ready to get off the ship. We're docked in Nassau, Bahamas we decide that we are not going to take our swimsuits with us, since we've been to Nassau before, so whats the point. We walk about a mile to get to the Beach, since we don't want to pay the insane amount it costs to use the Atlantis Beach (which is right next to the public one) we go take some pictures. We go take more pics at Atlantis, which everyone in the world is convinced is the coolest place ever. Ummmm hello, its a Vegas Casino...in the Bahamas...thats it! Not worth the money, trust me! Go to SANDALS...save yourself from the screaming kids!!! Back to the ship we go. Swimming, hot tub...lots of food, The Toy Story Show, and that wraps up the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wake up on to the ship really rocking on Saturday, then our phone rings and its some friends we met onboard. They got upgraded prior to the cruise to one of the balcony rooms on the very back of the ship! Their balcony was HUGGGEEEE!! So of course we go, everyone I know says watching them dock at Castaway Cay (Disneys island) is totally awesome! So we get dressed really quick and run over there. We see the island, oh its so beautiful. And we see The Flying Dutchman (thats the ship from the movie Pirates of the Caribbean) I can't wait!!! Then all of a sudden, we start turning...and pulling away. And the island is getting smaller and smaller until its gone. We call guest services, they tell us its too windy and we're going to circle around and try again in 30 mins. So an hour and a half later, we're really close... we run out and start taking pictures, and clapping and jumping in the air. Hip Hip Hooray...we're going to Castaway Cay. We get closer and closer, I'm like hurry it up already, I'm ready to jump off this ship and swim there! Then all of a sudden... we just keep turning, and turning and turning. And then we realize it, we're pulling away yet AGAIN! And then the worst happens, the captain gets on and says, attention ladies and gentlemen, due to winds beyond our control, we will be unable to dock at Castaway Cay at all today! I stop listening there, I'm sorry, did he just say AT ALL!!! As in, I will be stuck on this boat at sea all day, and Castaway Cay will remain a dream in my mind and I won't get to see it! This must be a joke...come on Rebekah wake up, I must be dreaming! Because I've given Disney enough time and money that it surely could not do this to me. Well...it did. I was in shock, I wasn't getting to go to Disney's private island...instead we got to have a bull crap Fun Day at Sea! Oh give me a break!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....I'll need a break now, so you'll have to wait for the rest of the story in the 2nd post ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-3483148966289265333?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/3483148966289265333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=3483148966289265333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/3483148966289265333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/3483148966289265333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-you-wanna-hear-about-disney-cruise.html' title='So you wanna hear about the Disney Cruise huh??'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SY-wruPzKBI/AAAAAAAAACo/C6dc1JKOhJ8/s72-c/Disneycruise+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-3216538381262240728</id><published>2009-01-26T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:09:35.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation draws near...</title><content type='html'>Only 2 Days until we leave for the one...the only....DISNEY CRUISE LINE!!! WOOHOO!!! I sooooo can not wait! Yes its technically just a long weekend, but its getting out of Bend, so if you ask me that is a vacation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished my Door Decorations for my cabin door. Its going to look awesome in case you were wondering. And I'll be sure to post pics, as I'm sure most of you are dying to see how crazy I really am?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on sunday, yes that would be superbowl Sunday, I'll be heading to the Magic Kingdom, where my poor husband will be with me, and not watching the Superbowl. But that night I will get to have dinner with one Mrs. Kim Thornburg, a friend from work whom I haven't seen in a while. And then its back to the park for extended Magic Hours. Ahhhh gotta love that staying on Disney Property gives you extra hours in the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday it will be little miss Sarah's birthday. I think she's turning 35...right Sarah? AHahahahahah...just kidding. We'll be heading to the beach with the kids and hanging out in the sun and making sand castles and hopefully the water will be warm enough to dip our toes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats it, just can't wait! Stinky Bend has like 3 inches of snow...boooo!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-3216538381262240728?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/3216538381262240728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=3216538381262240728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/3216538381262240728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/3216538381262240728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/01/vacation-draws-near.html' title='Vacation draws near...'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-8799482969732182351</id><published>2009-01-18T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:31:52.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've become addicted....</title><content type='html'>Okay so its bad enough that I'm a total Disneyaholic. Well with our cruise coming up quickly I've been trying to get tips and tricks and cool little hints, and I've discovered these Disney Boards online where millions of people post threads about questions and then other users reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've become addicted. Its like a drug or something I guess, I can't pull myself away, well except to write this on how much of a no life I have. But actually if you were ever planning any Disney trip, this would be a fantastic place to research! I think I spend a lot of time on there, there are people who post replies to pretty much every thread. Anyway, its insane. And I can't pull myself away, its like I run into the house after work to see what is new on there! What on earth is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of this new found addiction of mine, I've discovered that the real Disney fans decorate their cabin door during their cruise!! And no I am not joking, and yes of course I am going to do it!!! So over the last 3 days after work I've gone through 192 pages...yes pages and, I think there are between 10-15 postings per page. (Did I mention this is just ONE of the threads)  So this should tell you just how many hours I have spent looking this stuff up. So now I can't stop making posters and personalized pictures for my door. Because lets face it, if I'm going to decorate my door, its got to be the best. None of this amateur crap, mine will look awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that if Art didn't already think I was crazy, he sure does now. But hey like he says, it makes me happy, and thats whats important. (Go ahead and barf now if you want to. ) I apparently just like admitting that I'm a total dork, but who cares.  So anyways, if you ever want to know anything about Disney and feel like spending countless hours doing pretty much nothing, then you should check that site out. And if you want some cool pics for your cabin door, go make them yourself! I'm exhausted !!! Who knew being creative was so much work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-8799482969732182351?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/8799482969732182351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=8799482969732182351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/8799482969732182351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/8799482969732182351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-become-addicted.html' title='I&apos;ve become addicted....'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-4166276220567082210</id><published>2009-01-13T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:31:43.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say goodbye to my bottled water...   sad....</title><content type='html'>Okay so yes I know...biggest waste of money ever is....DING DING DING...bottled water. Yes I know, am I an offender of buying it all the time?? Sure am. But on Sunday when I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;costco&lt;/span&gt;, and saw that they jacked up the price for my cute little baby sized water like $4, I about died. Then when I went to be rang up, they charged bottle deposits!! What??? When did I move back to Cali?? Effective Jan 1st in Oregon, you have to pay deposits for bottled water. Well that just threw me over the edge.  So my cute little waters (you know the like 8 oz size..they're adorable) that used to cost me like $5 for 48 or something, now cost me $12 with deposits!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; insane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a tap water drinker now...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;booohooo&lt;/span&gt; for me. I know its so stupid. But I've been drinking my good ole Kirkland brand bottled water for like 5-6 years. Its weird to not buy it. But man am I going to save money! So I went and got myself a new little cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nalgene&lt;/span&gt; bottle (yes i went to five different stores to find the one I wanted) for work, and now I can help save the environment and save money. Yeah for me! :)  Thankfully Oregon has great tap water...now if we move back to Cali someday...I might become a bottled water drinker again. Cause their water tastes like poop!! Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; gross.... but for now, I'll be going green by not wasting my water bottles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-4166276220567082210?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/4166276220567082210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=4166276220567082210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/4166276220567082210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/4166276220567082210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-goodbye-to-my-bottled-water-sad.html' title='Say goodbye to my bottled water...   sad....'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-2190175611481944135</id><published>2009-01-12T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:51:46.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh and another thing....</title><content type='html'>Okay so while on the subject that the economy sucks...lets explore this mind blowing phobia... (Of how people are afraid to get a common persons job, because they are just too above all of us) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're out of work because the economy sucks, I feel for you. Its really hard out there, I get it. I'm thankful each and everyday to have a job, and that art does. Here's who I don't feel bad for. Those people who are out of work, but who refuse to do anything about it. So yeah you lost your job making really good money. But you won't accept any job that pays less than that?? So let me get this straight...when did no money become better than a little money?? You're whining and crying about not having any money, but there are tons of companies hiring. Sure they make only pay $9 an hour, $10 if  you're lucky.... but there are FULL time positions paying that...So you'd rather sit around and feel sorry for yourself then get a full time job (sure it doesn't pay what you're used to) and have some sort of income...I do NOT get it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand people have become accustom to the way they have been living, but sometimes things change and you  can't live like that anymore. But I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; sick of listening to people cry about it, and then you try and help or let them know about a position. And well that just isn't good enough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; what the common people do, they certainly could not be seen in public by their friends doing such a horrific and common person job. Oh get the hell over yourself.  If I lost my job (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; lord, please no...) but if I did, I wouldn't care where it was I'd take pretty much anything.  If I gotta go work at Target, so be it. A job is a job, and money is money. Having some money, even a little, is better than not having any right? So why is it that all these people are complaining about not finding work...can't you find something temporary until you find your dream job. Can't you make something in the meantime instead of nothing? I guess not. Because we all know it is better to cry and wine to everyone about not having anything, than to get off your butt and work any job to make any sort of money....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the stupid people of the world who annoy me. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I should have named my blog.   "All the idiots of the world and how they love to make me crazy" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, the economy sucks, and I do really really feel bad for anyone who has lost their jobs. I just think people should be more willing to make something than in the hopes of finding a job making exactly what they were making. Because lets face it, in this economy, it ain't gonna happen my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-2190175611481944135?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/2190175611481944135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=2190175611481944135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/2190175611481944135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/2190175611481944135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-and-another-thing.html' title='Oh and another thing....'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-5454302913330468323</id><published>2009-01-03T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:45:40.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Adventure to make you laugh...and to warn you do NOT do this!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SV_k7S4DJbI/AAAAAAAAACI/gLBUQ9WTzZ8/s1600-h/horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287196194886591922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SV_k7S4DJbI/AAAAAAAAACI/gLBUQ9WTzZ8/s320/horses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we love to travel. We go to Sandals Resorts every year. Its our very favorite place. So in April of 2007 we went to Sandals Grande Ocho Rios. HUGE HUGE resort. Beautiful water of course. But this is not a post about the resort...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a post about the tours you can take on these vacations. So I'm looking at all the excursions and tours and I see one that is for horseback riding through the countryside, then you get to ride the horses in the ocean too. So cool right?? I'll let you think it's cool now, just wait. So I make sure to ask a million questions, most all regarding to how deep in the ocean you go, since I'm terrified of deep water (thanks for that mom, hahaha) They told me it only goes up to like the horses legs, like the lower part of their body. So I'm thinking oh okay, I can handle this. Then I ask well do they swim through the water, and they told me, no they trot, its very relaxing and beautiful. I know what you're thinking, once in a lifetime thing to do right? Ride a horse through the beautiful Caribbean. Again, I'm going to let you keep thinking this. So we book the tour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get there, and they take us out to the horses. I'm like wait, where are the saddles? All they have are these little tiny things on top... (Art says they were english saddles, whatever that means) So I get on the horse. Yeah this is going to really really hurt after 3 hours of riding this thing practically bare back. So away we go with the 8 other people in our group. Art and I stayed in back and chatted with the 2nd tour guide, he was awesome. And told us alot about Jamaica. Alot of sad stories there. Anywho...bla bla bla, we ride through the hillside....Saw a bunch of huge scary spiders, bla bla bla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then we get to the beach. (Its not a resort beach, its a normal one, so its kinda dirty) but the water was still gorgeous. We get off the horses and they tell us to change into our swim suites. I do, thinking why did I bring this if we're hardly going to get wet. So we get back up, and get ready to go into the ocean. Our horses go out into the water. Ahhh sooo pretty. Then before we "start" our water adventure, the main guide says, oh and anyone who's horse takes a crap in the water owes us $2. We all laugh, thinking he's so funny and making a joke. Until we notice one of the horses had pooped in water, and then it was gross. But oh well we're thinking. Guess he had to go. Well apparently horses must get an urge while they are in the water. So we start "trotting" along, and every single one of the horses start pooping in the water!!! Did I mention I was in the back????!!!!???? So there is all this poop just floating around, but guess what happens when horses trot, it starts making the waves bigger, and then the poop starts flying around. And yes I'm totally serious! So by this time, I've got 8 horses poop in front and all around me. And we all know horses don't poop just a little amount. So we start going faster, the horse poop is like discinigrating (sp?) and getting chopped up because its flying through the water. Here we are riding our horses , who are RUNNING ... not trotting, and this poop infested water is coming up with the waves and getting all over you. Art and I have our mouthes closed thinking, oh dear lord please do not let me eat any of this crap. Literally!!! And you're not in to your ankles , its like up to your waist. So from waist down, you're flying through horse poop water. The water didn't have that gorgeous blue color anymore. More brown and smelly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in addition to worrying about getting poop all over you, you are hauling through the water on your horse on this bare to none thing they call an english saddle. You can barely hold on, and you're about to fall off. I'm pratically in tears by this point. Mostly because I kept thinking, oh my gosh, I'm going to fall off, get my foot stuck in this thing, and drown underneath a horse who is going to trample me to death in POOP water!!! Drowning is bad enough, but in poop water!! So we stop for a second and I tell them I want to go back in, the main guy is totally making fun of me, and I tell him I don't want to drown in poop water. He thinks this is pretty funny...Its not. Luckily the other tour guide who we'd become friends with offered to go really slow with me while everyone else ran through...So he did. I made it back without drowning in the poop water!! HOORAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of this story, is when you go somewhere tropical and they try to convince you that you should take this wonderful "romantic" horseback ride through the ocean, you should SAY NO!!! Unless you like riding through poop water and getting covered in it. And if you do, then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;knock yourself out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-5454302913330468323?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/5454302913330468323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=5454302913330468323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/5454302913330468323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/5454302913330468323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventure-to-make-you-laughand-to-warn.html' title='An Adventure to make you laugh...and to warn you do NOT do this!!!'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SV_k7S4DJbI/AAAAAAAAACI/gLBUQ9WTzZ8/s72-c/horses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-6247443697718648393</id><published>2008-12-29T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:25:51.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE MONTH AND COUNTING....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SVmGbw5ve2I/AAAAAAAAACA/cSHuy2adifY/s1600-h/disneyland+Nov+2008+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285403449237666658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SVmGbw5ve2I/AAAAAAAAACA/cSHuy2adifY/s320/disneyland+Nov+2008+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats that?? You wanted to know what was coming up in exactly one month. Well I will tell you, but I hope you are sitting down...because its big...its huge...NO I'm NOT HAVING A BABY! I'm going on a DISNEY CRUISE!!!!!!!!!! WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MICKEY HERE I COME!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes all for the love of Disney...would I sit on a ship filled with 1000 spoiled bratty kids. But you know I forgive all of them, out of my pure love for Mickey and Friends. I know, I know I'm a complete whacko. But its true. Besides its nearly impossible to find good friends now a days, I can always count on the Disney clan to be there! Ahahahah. Man I just crack myself up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm sooo very excited. I've wanted to go on a Disney Cruise for like 5 years, and well I'm sure you can all imagine how my husband was just jumping at that opportunity. Hahaha. So he's agreed, after we found a smokin good deal. So now we wait. One month to the day. Oh and did I mention that afterwards I will get to hang out with my sista Sarah. (Yeah I talk gangsta, I've been driving the pimp ride too much) Yes and I will be there for her birthday too. I know, I KNOW!!! Give me sister of the year award already!!! Man I am on fire tonight. Its a good thing that I am the funniest person I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anywho, just wanted to share my excitement. This is why I am so frugal, cause I like to spend my money on making my vacation memories...Thats what will last - my memories...not that dumb meal that cost $50 that I won't even remember I had in a week...But my wonderful Disney cruise...ahhhhh I can't wait.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...I forgot to mention, on Disneys own island Castaway Cay, they have an adults only beach...no bratty kids and pee infested water for me thank you very much. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-6247443697718648393?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/6247443697718648393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=6247443697718648393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/6247443697718648393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/6247443697718648393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-month-and-counting.html' title='ONE MONTH AND COUNTING....'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SVmGbw5ve2I/AAAAAAAAACA/cSHuy2adifY/s72-c/disneyland+Nov+2008+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-97990518242406837</id><published>2008-12-27T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:22:58.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stupid stupid stupid SALSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! That was loud, I know. But let me tell you about my salsa experience over the last ten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, and last month... I know I have no life..but I'm REALLY annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I eat chips and salsa like they are going out of style, and most of the time I eat so much of them it replaces that meal. So about a month ago I was at Costco, and was like oh yeah I need salsa. I LOVE the "Pace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Picante&lt;/span&gt; Medium"big bottle they sell there. So I got two, because I'm a pig, and could go through those easily in like 3-4 weeks. So I'm so excited to have chips and salsa later... and then I tasted the salsa! GROSS!! I don't know what was in there but it was not the normal stuff. Good thing I got two right, wrong. Opened the second one the next day, same thing. Gross and gross. They just weren't right, they weren't spicy and they tasted like poop. I was very sad as I love to shovel the chips and salsa into my face as fast as humanly possible. But no chips and salsa for me, because I couldn't stand the nasty taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, at Costco I'm like okay lets hope this is a new batch and it will be better. But to be safe, I'll only get one. They're cheap enough, but I've already wasted like $10 on two that I won't ever eat again. So one it is. So about an hour ago, I decide, oh yes chips and salsa I can hardly wait. I opened the salsa and poured it in a bowl, it smelled normal. And my mouth started to water, I could hardly wait to shove it into my mouth...tried it...normal!!! HOORAY! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; good, so of course I keep eating and eating and eating. Then I go to put my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-eaten part back into the salsa container, get it all closed and go to put it in the fridge. When what happens...I DROP IT! It hits the floor and shatters (its plastic might I add ) and salsa goes everywhere within a 3 foot radius.  All over my pants, and all over the fridge, all over my shoes, all over anything and everything. You can imagine the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;obscenities&lt;/span&gt; that were coming out of my mouth. The one ONE good salsa I have now ruined all over my floors...just staring at me, like hahahha you have to clean me up now. So now I've wasted what like $15 on stupid stupid salsa. And I finally get a good batch and I frickin drop it on the frickin floor...you've got to be kidding me. So that was a fun 15 minutes cleaning that up, and now my kitchen has this wonderful tomato and pepper smell. Its just lovely. I couldn't be any happier about the whole situation. Stupid salsa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-97990518242406837?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/97990518242406837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=97990518242406837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/97990518242406837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/97990518242406837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-stupid-stupid-salsa.html' title='The stupid stupid stupid SALSA'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-3750726619031358014</id><published>2008-12-26T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:27:45.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog, and My husband and some other thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SVWur9wMxDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BT9kZlLt0uc/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284321808123479090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SVWur9wMxDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BT9kZlLt0uc/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there is this dog...actually make that about 6 dogs that live within the like 7 houses around us. So since I am not a pet owner, and not much of a pet person, I'm hoping someone can clarify something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IN THE HECK DO YOU LEAVE YOUR DOGS OUTSIDE IN 3 DEGREE WEATHER OVERNIGHT!!! And why oh why do you let them go on barking non stop all day and all night. And of course when one barks they all bark. Does that sound like some sort of music to them, cause to me, it sounds really really annoying. But seriously, its like 3 Degrees at night, and they leave them outside overnight!! Can't they freeze, or isn't that illegal or something. Well mostly I'm annoyed by the stupid things, cause they won't just shut the heck up ever. Its like all these different kinds of barks too...and heaven forbid I go out into my own backyard...cause then they really go wild. And I tell them to shut up and that they are annoying, but those little bratty dogs just don't care. Can't you just let me make my snow angels in peace!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so onto my second section...my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot one of the most very important things in my 100 things. That would be that my husband snores louder than anyone in the world. There is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt;, you can't even try and tell me that you know someone who snores louder. It is IMPOSSIBLE!! So for the last 8 years I have become accustom (sp?) to sleeping with earplugs in every single night of my life. Even if he's gone I now still have to sleep with them. Now you're thinking, its not that bad...but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can STILL hear him through my earplugs. I can hear him through doors, and through floors, it doesn't matter... If he's in the house, I will hear him, even with the earplugs in. Can you imagine how much I must love someone to be willing to sleep with earplugs every night of my life??? Its alot, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have figured it out, here's my nightly ritual... I put in my earplugs, then we turn on our window air conditioner fan. Which is loud, so between that loud loud fan and my earplugs, it feels like how a normal person must sleep. So peaceful and quiet. Until you get used to that and try to go sleep in a hotel...not good. You're awake all night listening to hhhooonnkkkkkshhhhheeewwwwww....... ahhh crap.... So then I'm like you HAVE to wake up and let me fall asleep first. Well now that is just impossible, no man can stay awake, once they are gone, they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank the lord for my sister Heidi who introduced me to the best earplugs ever. Yes there is a difference, and these ones we have to go find at a pharmacy in Hillsboro. Oh geez, what I do for my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what was the other thing I was going to vent about...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, why do people feel the need to be know it alls? Please oh please tell me. I can be a know it all, but I assure you, it is only about things I know that I do know, because if there is one thing I really hate, its admitting defeat or being wrong. So I will only be a know it all, if I really know it all. Lol. Okay but seriously... there are people who know more about Disney than me, do I know any of them ...no... so if you want to talk about Disney, expect that I will know it all. Because I will know more than you. So don't ask me a question wanting my answer, and then when I tell you, say no you're wrong. Thats annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or another thing...traveling. Tons of people like to travel, I love to travel. I can get you a great deal on just about anything... But if you don't travel, like ever... Don't try to tell me about what taxes you'll have to pay, and what this and that you're going to have to do. If I'm booking it for you, I will tell you everything. Because I want you to have a great time, and be as stress free as possible. SOOO...if you're thinking that you know something about it, try asking instead of well I know this because Suzies aunts daughters sisters boyfriend told me that was the way it is. Stupid. Just drives me crazy, crazy, crazy. Its a wonder why I hardly like anyone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!! I know my hubby did, because just as soon as I paid off my car two weeks ago, he's already purchased another one. Little does he know I'll be taking that car myself once spring comes. Its pretty gangsta and so am I, so its only fitting. :) Now for the name...Brody or Croix (silent x...think St. Croix) Whats your vote??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-3750726619031358014?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/3750726619031358014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=3750726619031358014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/3750726619031358014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/3750726619031358014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2008/12/dog-and-my-husband-and-some-other-thing.html' title='The Dog, and My husband and some other thing...'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SVWur9wMxDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BT9kZlLt0uc/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-6867451611053729145</id><published>2008-12-22T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:42:53.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In addition to my previous post...</title><content type='html'>So here's another thing... (got this idea from my friend Abbie's page, but hers is nice and more about Christmas, mine is me ranting obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyones broke right? I mean really, most people are hurting from the economy, I won't get into their normal overspending since we already covered that in the previous chapter.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did it become the "normal" for all the spoiled rotten kids in America today to expect new XBOX 360's and new Nintendo Wii's and cell phones, and ipods for Christmas?? I'm sorry, your child is already bratty enough now you're going to go purchase a $300-$400 gaming system?? Really? What did you get for Christmas when you were that age? Cause I'm pretty sure it wasn't something that expensive. And if you did, well then that probably explains alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it, so you're really broke, already spend on stuff you shouldn't and then go spoil your children rotten for Christmas. All because most parents are too afraid that their children will be mad or sad because they didn't get what they wanted for Christmas. Thats really annoying. And sad too, I'm sorry but when did children start running the household?? What do they contribute. I'm not saying kids aren't great. But I'm saying most of us work to provide, most children now days don't even have chores to do. And if they do, they don't usually do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to chores and having responsibilities as a child. When I was in middle/high school we didn't get to do anything until we had helped with yard work or mowed the lawn during summer. It wasn't just like ohhh hey my dear sweet child, I work full time, buy you whatever you want and I'd love to do everything else too, including cooking and cleaning and yard work too. You're right you should get to go hang out with your friends every second of everyday. Because your 6.5 hours of school everyday must really really stress you out. So you go ahead, I've got this. You deserve to have whatever you want, because you've worked just so hard in your life, and I deserve to stay here.  And you wonder why I don't want kids!!!! Come on now! Its like one disaster to another. Just because most parents can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying all parents are like this. And god knows, I LOVVVEE the ones who aren't. But I'm just so sick of kids running their parents life. When do the parents get to enjoy their lives? I know what most people reading this are thinking...she doesn't have kids, she doesn't know what she's talking about, and she has no room to talk. Well this is my blog so I can say whatever I want. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You're right, don't have kids, and this is mainly the reason I don't want them. I would never NEVER want to turn into most parents who just work to give their kids un needed toys and things to make them so happy. When do most kids try to make their parents happy?? Is it when they want something...hmm imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my final thought is, really why does everyone feel it soooo necessary to spoil their kids rotten?? Are you really that afraid that your child will be mad at you if you don't. Cause I've got news, more than likely they're going to not like you for something else. If you always give them every single thing, how on EARTH do you expect them to make it in the real world?? When they're living with you at 30, just re-read this and maybe you'll think differently about that gaming system, or ipod or cell phone or TV or computer. Whatever it may be. Or maybe not, maybe you're child or children will be the one child in the entire world who is thankful for what they have, and not feel a sense of entitlement. But don't worry, I'm not holding my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I love blogging, this is fun!!!! In all seriousness, I've met a few families this year who are doing only homemade gifts and this includes gifts for the kids. And families who only do donations to charities in their friends or family members names. What an amazing concept. Helping others!!! Isn't Christmas suppose to be about giving to less fortunate and seeing their happiness when you put food on their plate, or gave them fresh drinking water, or helped save a life by donating to a charity. Not about how far into debt you can go? Want to know what my favorite gift was last year, homemade hot chocolate and homemade marshmallows, both homemade...by my dear mommy. They were delicious, and I know she put her heart into it. Those are the things you remember...Not the video games, and not the cell phones or cameras, or tv's or computers, and the list goes on and on and on.  There's my food for thought for the day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-6867451611053729145?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/6867451611053729145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=6867451611053729145' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/6867451611053729145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/6867451611053729145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-addition-to-my-previous-post.html' title='In addition to my previous post...'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-6610125387193787533</id><published>2008-12-20T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:19:42.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Economy</title><content type='html'>So I'd love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anyones&lt;/span&gt; thoughts and ideas on this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my current frustration. So the economy sucks, yes we're all aware. I feel so thankful everyday that I have a job and so does my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the economy started going down the drain, we started making some changes. Things like not going out to eat AT ALL!! We changed the way we grocery shop, we even started going to a new grocery store. I try to buy less clothes :) and we've just become very frugal. Every purchase we make is very thought out, and something we both discuss. We've been able to do a great job of saving, and putting away some money. But here is my huge huge frustration..... keep reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of listening to people complain about it, but then they have no problem going out to eat. Or they go out and have a night on the town. Don't you realize how much these things cost? Or is it just that I am so paranoid about us going into the Great Depression that if seems Art and I are the only ones really truly changing the way we live. Things we used to get without a blink of the eye at the grocery store we take a second look at. It drives me CRAZY when people complain about money and then buy all these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-needed things!! CRAZY! I don't complain about money because I know that when we spend it sometimes its on something big and not really that responsible, but we are making daily changes in our lives to save and prepare for the what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt; going on right now. But I'd really love for someone to inform me on why it is that most people who complain and cry about not having any money are the first ones to run out to eat, or grab a drink, or go to the movies, things that in reality aren't necessity. Why oh why...please tell me. I don't know why I even care, its not my life, but I just get soooo sick of hearing about it. If you really are being hit by this economy, you should be making small daily changes. What things can you live without for the time being? The economy will bounce back eventually, but wouldn't it be nice if you could learn a better way to live, and not spend on things that add up so quickly. All you coffee drinkers know how I feel about that!!! LOL! $4 or $5  a day adds up to around $120 a month...its the small things that we really can do without that add up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it, I'd love to hear anyones thoughts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-6610125387193787533?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/6610125387193787533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=6610125387193787533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/6610125387193787533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/6610125387193787533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-economy.html' title='This Economy'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-43517356091083</id><published>2008-12-20T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:23:08.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SU3Sl8Q-_rI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BP395KlHq_E/s1600-h/P9210599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282109487249817266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SU3Sl8Q-_rI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BP395KlHq_E/s320/P9210599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SU2seTIbOmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MbRirFgEXs0/s1600-h/Joseph+and+family+disneyland+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282067574507125346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SU2seTIbOmI/AAAAAAAAAAo/MbRirFgEXs0/s320/Joseph+and+family+disneyland+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Cami did this, and it gave me a good laugh, so I thought I would try it. Hope your bored. I am, so thats why I'm doing it. And hope you feel like you know me better afterwards, and that most of all it gives you a good laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I love love love disney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I love traveling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) But hate flying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I'm deathly afraid of deep water, and I do mean deathly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) But I love to swim!!! (in anything 5 ft or less. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I'm the youngest of 7 children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I have 23 nieces and nephews with 1 more in Jan (20 from my side 3 from arts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) I LOVE my nieces and nephews but don't want kids of my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I've been married for almost 8 years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) I still love my husband more and more everyday, unlike alot of people who will do anything they can to get out of the house whenever possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) I'm a total homebody. I'd rather be at home than anywhere else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) I miss my sister Sarah each and every day, and wished she lived closer. ( Not that I don't miss the rest of you too) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) I think most people give their kids whatever they want and don't realize how spoiled their kids are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) I'm pretty stubborn, but mostly on the things that I KNOW I'm right about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) I'm right alot. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) I'm a mathaholic. I love numbers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) I want to be an accountant when I'm old. (Okay like 50 maybe) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) I figure out my finances at least once if not twice on a daily basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19) I've become extemely frugal within the last two years, mostly within the last 6 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) I think most people are idiots with their money and don't really understand it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21) People who complain about money and then go out to eat and drink and buy coffee or lots of alcohol drive me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22) I don't have many great friends, because I don't trust people easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23) I love to be the center of attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24) I love love love to dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25) My favorite song is Ice Ice Baby, and I know every single word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26) I actually can sing and have a good voice, I just chose not to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27) Mostly because I don't like peoples reactions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28) I come from a family of singers who like to sing in public. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29) I also think I should be a comedian, and make fun of stupid people who complain about the very things they do on a daily basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30) I am very selfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31) I usually always get my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32) I have WOO (winning others over) in my top 5 strengths and most people tend to like me. Key word being MOST people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33) I love to move to new cities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34) I love meeting new people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;35) I actually love speaking in public, all those people paying attention to you, whats not to love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;36) I like most non hardcore rap songs, and can be somewhat of a "gangsta" at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;37) I also love to watch Snoop Doggs Fatherhood, and it happens to be one of my fav shows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;38) I'm a total tv-aholic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;39) I rarely go the movies anymore, because I think its a waste of money, and nothing good is out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;40) I like to go stay at hotels by my house just to feel like I'm on vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;41) I love to vacation to Sandals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;42) I'm a slob at home, and neat freak at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;43) I'm on the computer all the time when I'm at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;44) I don't get mad very easily, but when I do, you should watch out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;45) I'm happy most all of the time, except when its slow and boring at work. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;46) I don't like to talk about my age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;47) I will tell it exactly like it is, even if you don't want to hear it. And even if it hurts your feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;48) If you do hurt my feelings, I'll need a few days, then I'll completely forget about it and not want to talk about it again. Unless your family thats different. HAahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;49) I love my job. ( my store may be slow and boring...but my job is different and I love it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;50) I want to be a recruiter someday, and thats my passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;51) I hate butt kissers, and am not very good at doing it, because like I said, I just tell it like it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;52) My husband is WAY nicer than me, and everyone knows it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;53) But I do love him for his niceness sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;54) I love my car, ALOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;55) I'm not quite as materialistic as I used to be, with the exception of my car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;56) I hate my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;57) I love makeup but try to tone it down for my job, but own alot of crazy mac colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;58) I hate shaving my legs. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;59) I love to text, and would rather text than talk to you on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;60) I wish more people were who they say they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;61) My favorite shows are Dexter, Law and Order and the OFFICE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;62) With the exception of my husband...I think most black men are gorgeous. ( since he's white) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;63) Especially Taye Diggs, and Morris Chestnut. Yummm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;64) I like driving but hate stupid people and have road rage quite a bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;65) I have an annual pass to Disneyland, but live 1000 miles away from it, and have had a pass for 6 years. Most of that time living in Oregon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;66) I think its very important to have a good work/life balance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;67) I believe that if you aren't happy, you shouldn't settle, and get what you need to make yourself happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;68) This applies to marriage as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;69) Life is too short to settle, and I respect those for taking the hard step to get out of things to ensure their happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;70) I hate hypocrites . And believe there are WAY too many out there. (Thanks Abby for the correct spelling...and thanks for pointing that out...good thing I can change it. lol) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;71) I'm usually better friends with people older than me, as I usually tend to see things the way they do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;72) I've never smoked anything in my entire life, not even one cigarette...disgusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;73) I like a nice glass of wine with dinner once a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;74) I'm starting a blog mostly for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;75) I don't like it when people accuse me of not know whats important just because I don't want kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;76) I miss seeing the majority of my nieces and nephews...I mean I miss the ones that don't live here. That sounded funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;77) I love that dang cute little Baby Kaylee more than anything. Shes too adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;78) I think Beau Burden ( Laura's son) is the smartest child I've ever met, and he is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;79) I miss California and the perfect weather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;80) We'll move back soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;81) I love being a renter...allows me to move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;82) Also means I don't have to fix anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;83) I love Christmas and have approx 45 cases of decorations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;84) But somehow can't get in the Christmas spirit this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;85) I don't cook, but have started to try a few dishes these last few months. But have no desire to learn to cook either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;86) I hate hate hate when people interrupt, and seems like these days most people do. Hello, have we learned manners people??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;87) I think most people are very naive about what their kids and teens do when they're not around, and don't want to know the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;88) I have no problem making a fool of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;89) I always try to take NO KIDS ALLOWED vacations, except disney of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;90) I have trouble sleeping most days because my mind wanders all over the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;91) I love taking pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;92) I used to be able to make myself cry on demand and used it for getting out of class when I was in school. HAhahha...ahhh good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;93) I used to be emotional but not much anymore, crying annoys me most of the time now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;94) We have four wheelers and I like to pretend like I'm really awesome at riding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;95) I'm learning to shoot, but actually am pretty afraid of guns..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;96) I will buy anything disney regardless of if I need it, and the cost doesn't matter. If they had a Disney Car I'd probably buy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;97) I'm a total kid at heart and have no problem admitting it, and I'm a total goof ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;98) I have a serious sweet tooth and sometimes eat candy for breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;99) I love singing for real at home and rocking out, but don't ever want anyone to hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;100) I must have alot to say about myself because this didn't take me nearly as long as I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-43517356091083?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/43517356091083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=43517356091083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/43517356091083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/43517356091083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2008/12/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 Things about me'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SU3Sl8Q-_rI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BP395KlHq_E/s72-c/P9210599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4237718508870089027.post-2679100389690871523</id><published>2008-12-19T17:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:00:51.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little about us...</title><content type='html'>Well I'm new to this blogging thing so lets start with a little about us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art and I have been married for almost 8 years!!! Crazy how the time flies. Arthur is my best friend, and I'd rather hang out and spend time with him than do just about anything else. Yes people may say I have no life and am a homebody...but I love being at home spending time with my husband. Enough mushy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We currently live in Bend, Oregon. Although if you know us, you know we love to move. We started out in Salem, OR, then to Vegas, then to Portland for 4 years, then to San Diego, then here we are in Bend. Who knows where time will take us next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur works for Verizon Wireless, and has for 4 years. He'll be transfering to the Redmond store come the first of the year as an Assistant Manager. Funny thing about him working in wireless is that he never ever used to want a cell phone back about 7 years ago, and now he has 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for Ann Taylor Loft as a Store Manager. I love my company and have been with them for almost 4 years. I'm getting better at not buying so much clothes, of course with new designers sometimes it isn't that hard. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love love love to travel! We plan our vacations 1,2, and 3 years in advance. Its usually Sandals, or somewhere tropical where no kids are allowed, and then the second vaca of the year, is usually something Disney. Thats also something you should know...I'm a Disneyaholic!! Its such a happy place where you can forget all your worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have kids or pets. We're selfish, and we know it. We don't want children. No offense to anyone with them, as you all know I LOVE my nieces and nephews...its just I love my life now, and wouldn't want to change a thing, so why fix whats not broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats your about us section, pretty much sums us up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4237718508870089027-2679100389690871523?l=rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/feeds/2679100389690871523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4237718508870089027&amp;postID=2679100389690871523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/2679100389690871523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4237718508870089027/posts/default/2679100389690871523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahandarthur.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-about-us.html' title='A little about us...'/><author><name>Rebekah and Arthur Walker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07849740422498649460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pu_rXCdHuYE/SUxSNapVIII/AAAAAAAAAAM/P-HQqE2RNLw/S220/Copy+of+all+pics+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
