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The website

Monday, October 20, 2014 @ 03:10 PM
Author: Lincee

Dear reader,

I have a favor to ask. I’ve been tinkering with my website since 2008 and I think it may be time for a little refresher. I say this with complete honesty: I’d love your input.

Those of you reading right now are special. You don’t just come to IHGB for Bachelor franchise recaps. I like to think you come here because you enjoy reading beyond my tantalizing descriptions of what I imagine Our Host Chris Harrison smells like at rose ceremonies. I imagine you come here to read about my crazy East Texas upbringing, my eclectic Mama, favorite TV shows, movies, music and random musings.

I am so lucky to have you as a reader. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

With that said, I’d love to hear from you. Please tell me things you want to see on the website. Or what you are tired of seeing on the website. You can include actual posts, or let me know your “wish list” of mechanical pieces of IHGB. Do you wish there was a search option? Do you wish I didn’t talk so much about my love of Friends? Is my comment section totally annoying? Do my banners need to be refreshed? Do you read on your phone and is it easy or hard to maneuver? Would you like to see guest posts? Would you like to see more posts? (I know I would…) Would you like to see certain days representing certain post categories?

Feel free to let me know in the comment section. Or you can email me directly. I only ask one thing: if you have a con, please leave a pro as well!

I value your input and promise to read each and every comment and email. Thanks for taking the time to write back. I’ve told so many people this and I stand by my words…my readers are the best.

Your humble blogger,

Welcome to the jungle

Wednesday, October 15, 2014 @ 04:10 PM
Author: Lincee

I had no idea so many people dreamed about working at Disney World!

Kelli was nice enough to ask me in the comment section if I would send a Jungle Cruise Skipper picture from back in the day. I’m happy to oblige.

I’m also happy to tell you that this is my friend Jill in the Jungle Cruiser with me. She was the one who took me to my Disney interview. The week before, I had blown out my knee and I couldn’t drive. On the way to campus, I convinced Jill to interview too. She did and she landed the Jungle Cruise. I was originally cast in Fantasy Land and thought I would lose my mind if I asked one more family, “How many? Row two. How many? Row three. How many???!!!”

Jill worked her magic and I was in the jungle a matter of weeks after arriving in Fantasy Hell Land.

Thank you Jill. Even though you are terribly monochromatic in that uniform, you are still hot.

Jungle Cruise

Happiest place on Earth

Monday, October 13, 2014 @ 02:10 PM
Author: Lincee

For those of you who follow me on social media, you know that I took last week off to gallivant around Orlando with my friend Amy. She convinced me to join her on a very scary looking roller coaster, where the pre-pubescent attendant actually made me shove all of my belongings in a locker so my family would have something to remember me by in case my body went hurling through the air, landing somewhere near the Island Adventure section of the park.

I rode it twice. And looked like this after collecting my belongings from the locker.


Those of you who are hard core will question my loyalties to Disney, wondering why I would even waste my time at “the other park” in Orlando.

1. It has Harry Potter. Where else am I supposed to get a wand?
2. It has really fast roller coasters.

Let the record show that my first love will always be Disney World. I collected anything Mickey Mouse as a young girl. I watched every Disney movie. I was able to go on my first trip to Disney World when I was in sixth grade. I dressed up as Walt at my junior high “what do you want to be when you grow up” career day. I longed to be on the new Mickey Mouse Club.

And when my college professor looked me in the eye and asked me what I wanted to do with my life, I couldn’t help but blurt out that I wanted to work at Disney World. You can imagine the shock and amazement of a young girl from a tiny town in East Texas, when she received an acceptance letter for a six-month long fall internship at the happiest place on Earth.

People sometimes poke fun at how many times I have visited Disney World in my adult life. They don’t understand why I would want to go to the same place I’ve been before. Why wouldn’t I go to a beach or the mountains? Doesn’t it get old?

For me, Disney is woven into the tapestry of who I am as a person. As a young girl, it represented magical lands and handsome princes. When I got older, it represented adventure. We didn’t go on vacation. I didn’t have a passport. I could count on one hand how many times I had been outside of my own state. To even think about moving across the United States to work in place I had admired for more than half my life seemed unrealistic.

Until I got the letter.

Disney taught me to embrace the person God made me to be. I learned to be independent. I became bold and comfortable in front of an audience as a Jungle Cruise skipper. I became a better listener. I became a more patient person. I was a complete nerd and spent most days (even when I wasn’t on the clock) soaking up every inch of Disney property. I worked hard to secure my Ducktorate degree (yes that is a real thing) and as a result, I believe I landed more job interviews when I returned to the real world.

Disney World isn’t just a theme park to me. It’s a major tick on my timeline of life. And if I ever get a chance to return and take a boat ride through the jungles of the world, I will not hesitate. I owe it to the girl who proudly put on that monochromatic uniform 15 years ago. Because of her, I am who I am today.

Jungle Cruise

Make sure to catch that 3:00 parade.

If you do catch it, let it go. It will drag you all the way to Main Street.

The new iOS download = embarassing moment

Saturday, October 4, 2014 @ 06:10 PM
Author: Lincee

The new iOS download is responsible for one of my most embarrassing moments this year. Because I don’t want any of you to experience the sheer HORROR of what I went through the other day, I’m going to ignore how this story may paint a sad picture of me.

How ironic. The story revolves around a sad picture of me!

Obviously, I downloaded the new version and did what any normal person would do in this situation: sent a thousand emojis to various people. I was sitting at my kitchen table, typing my text messages with my two pointy fingers. Several messages were coming through at one time, including one from this guy who asked me if I wanted to buy some concert tickets from him. I was thinking about my answer, and I guess my left index finger rested on the little camera icon right above the keyboard.

Screen shot 2014-10-04 at 5.51.17 PM

Suddenly, a weird box popped up. I saw my face–my very close to the screen face–and then a picture took by itself. Not only did it take by itself, dear reader, but it SENT BY ITSELF TOO.

Do you remember that episode of Friends when Monica accidentally changed Richard’s outgoing message on his answering machine? And she screamed, “NOOOOOOOOO!” That was me. I sat in shock, panic, and utter despair as my face sped through the air to the concert ticket dude.

I still get hives thinking about it.

In order for you to fully understand the gravity of this situation, I’ve created a photo reenactment.

Screen shot 2014-10-04 at 6.01.08 PM

The blue arrow is pointing to the evil button. If you accidentally push that, say goodbye to your text. And remember, my entire face was showcased inches from the screen. To make matters worse, I was looking down.

I remember a few years ago, I called my Mama to tell her that I was nervous I had Bell’s Palsy because when I bent over to tie my shoe, my face felt like it was falling off my skull.

Mama: That’s not Bell’s Palsy. That’s called getting old. I told you to start using cold cream years ago, and you didn’t listen. Welcome to your late 30s.

Not only were my cheeks falling off my face, but my chins were featured at the bottom of the screen. The pièce de résistance was definitely the, “Whaaaaaaat’s going on?” look that accompanied the face melting extravaganza.

Keep in mind that all of this happened in a matter of seconds. You can imagine my butt clench when I saw the little bubbles pop up which indicate a warning that your fellow texter is about to communicate back.

Guy: Do you want to buy these tickets?
{I send a very special picture.}

Guy: I guess that’s a no?


Take heed of this public service announcement people. I like to think that because I fell victim to the evil photo button, you won’t have to in the future. Good luck!