Women Sitting on a Suitcase

Moving Out

Some say moving out is a rite of passage for an adult. I say it depends on what kind of relationship you have with your parents.

 
Last week I moved away from home ( and by home, I mean my parents). Now I know what you’re thinking ” wait! how old are you? shouldn’t you have moved out like, way way way back when?”.

 
To that I respond – Nope!

 
I love living with people. I like that you come home to people who want to see you. I like the team work involved in creating a home. Budgeting, meal planning, sharing space, learning how to respect other, helping, and being a part of a team that creates… well, a family. That’s how it is in my family.

 
My mom and dad treat me like an adult. An individual, that does not agree with them on everything, but has their respect and confidence. It worked for us, but now I am on this adventure. I have no idea where God is taking me right now, but I am ready for his guiding hand to steer me in whatever direction he wants.

 
I just accepted a position in Carmel, CA ( I know, I know it’s a hard life living on the coast), and for the first time in my life, I will not be living with my parents. Which is kind of sad and exciting all at the same time.

 
It’s not like I’m alone here, in fact, I was born and raised on the Monterey Bay, and have hordes of family members around.

 
It will be different learning this new waltz, but like most new things, it’s worth the experience.

 
So here I come hometown! I am ready to church hop, and find a new place of worship and fellowship.

 
Let the adventure begin roomies!

Music and Lyrics

Have I ever told you that I am a musician? Probably not. But I love music. It soothes my soul, and allows me to express things in a way the releases pent up emotions, and lets me to tell a story ( which feeds the writer in me as well). Also, it’s basically in the blood. I grew up in a family that LOVES music. Mom sings, and dad sings and plays guitar. They were music ministers, and in my humble opinion, they were great at it.

 

I write lyrics, I sing, and I play the guitar.

 

 
I wanted nothing to do with playing music as a child. Sure I took piano for years (didn’t learn a darn thing), and I started playing guitar at thirteen. Way more into guitar. I’m a stringed instrument girl, but performing on a stage? That was my parents thing – not mine.

 

 
Right after collage I started writing music ( don’t worry this article is not my declaration that I am now going to leave all I know behind and become a rock star). I have always been a writer, but somehow never thought about writing lyrics until I was older.

 
When I first started writing songs I told no one. You know, coming from a musically inclined family makes you a bit more, shall we say – cautious.

 
Don’t get me wrong, I never feared my parents rejection or criticism of my work. What I didn’t want was the obligatory parental ” that was just great honey”.

 
Thank goodness that’s not what happened.

 
My parents hopped right in and started helping me with transitions, and lets me bounce ideas off them.

 
I still hate to perform. You will never find me on a stage unless I am being blackmailed. I lack the charisma, talent, and drive of a true performer.

 
I don’t suck, but you know, I’m just ok.

 
But music calms my heart, quiets my mind, and sweeps away the clutter that seems to gather throughout the week. This is how I meditate.

 
I do spend a lot of time in the Word, but I find that if I start with music, I am able to hear the word of God more clearly.

 
In this crazy world I would encourage all who read this to find something that lessens the weekly burdens. Something that is simple, joyful, and perhaps a bit fun.

 
Heck, maybe someday I will record something and post it here, and I’ll let you be the judge.

 
We shall see.

 
Have a happy week folks. Now on to new adventures, and a week on new experiences.

Summers End

Summer is almost to an end. We are about to head in to Fall. Winter will be upon us soon, and I am just not prepared. Time is slipping through my fingers so fast. My mind is reeling, and all I can think is STOP, hold up, wait I’ve not finished certain things, I need more time, can we just push pause on summer ( even though it’s my least favorite time of year. The curse of the pale who burn even with spf 55), or what about just stopping time altogether?

 

What do ya think?

 
Maybe?

 
Hopefully?

 
Nope.

 
No matter how much I plead or bargain fall is coming ( about September 23rd to be specific), and with it the realization the year is coming to an end.

 
Lots to do, and very little time.

 
I am a bit like a rudderless ship right now. I know I can’t stay where I am, but I have no idea which direction to go in. With my personality type this journey becomes a pathetic attempt to do everything, and that unfortunately leaves some things unfinished.
So, I am cleaning house ( literally and figuratively). Throwing away the clutter in my house and my mind. It is the only thing I can think to do right now. I want to be exited for Fall and Winter. I think I need a bit of a fresh start.

 
I have upped my game plan. I am getting out and doing things ( as an artist and writer it lends to being a cave dweller), planning for adventures, and moving forward on this road-less-traveled that God seems to want me on right now.
Instead of Spring cleaning, I am freshening up for Fall.

 
So how are you doing? Ready for fall? Or are you, like me, wanting to push pause to catch up?

 
Well, we can’t catch up, but at the very least we can try to move forward, finish things, and declutter our lives ( which surprisingly enough does help to make life less stressful).

 
The holiday season is coming, start prepping early and enjoy.

 
When baking season comes around, I am diving head in and enjoying every second of it.

surrender

Surrender

I hate the word surrender. Maybe it’s the American rebel in me that never was, but that word just rubs me the wrong way. As a Christian I am called to surrender myself to the lord, but unfortunately, with my limited understanding as a human, all I see are white flags and weakness in surrender. I am just now finding that yes, there is weakness in surrender, but not the bad kind that stems from fear. It’s the kind of weakness that allows divine provenance to move you where you need to be, and draws you nearer to Jesus.

 
I have limited control, and I struggle with that. The more I try to control every little thing in my life, the harder it gets. But when I try to surrender that control, this overwhelming fear takes over. Doubt starts eating away because I don’t see the next step ( and the Good Lord knows how much I love to outline steps). It’s my comfort zone to research something to death. To plan every step to its daily endeavors ( no, I have not resorted to creating a minuet by minuet list yet.)

 
Right now I am going through a Refining fire ( at least I hope that’s what it is). Just like a forest or field needs to burn away the old grass, or destroy an invasive species that will destroy its foundation, my old thoughts and actions are being replaced with new ones. I do not have a clear direction ( that’s probably the way God intends it, and for good reason. You know, the insatiable list thing ), and I still tend to cringe at the word surrender, but I look back on all the dark moments of my life and see His grace in all of them.

 
That grace is what reminds me I have no need to fear or dislike surrendering to God. He is not of this world, and has no sin in him. He only wants the best for me, and I am not walking through the trials I face now alone. He will never lead me astray ( I’m great at doing that all by myself though), or let me face something I cannot handle.

 
I am learning to surrender my plans for my future ( those dreams are a tempting mistress), and I would never claim that it is easy or without bouts of tears. However, I am finding there IS freedom in surrender. Not shackles or shattered dreams, but true freedom and liberty.
At this point in my life I just want to be where He wants me, and hopefully in that place I can find my tribe.

 
Do you feel that you are walking through the fire right now?
I know millions of people are, and I think sometimes we hold so tight to what we dreamed about, that we do not listen to that still small voice saying “Follow me, I have better things to come for you”.

 
Create quite space and listen. I know what you’re thinking “pot, meet kettle”, but I am trying too. Who knows, maybe we will hear the call of clarity at the same time. Isn’t that a nice thought.

 

“I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in me that does not bear fruit he takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit. Already you are clean because of the word that I have spoken to you. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing. … “
John 15:1-7 ESV

 
Gosh I love metaphors, but till the day the vine bears fruit, here’s a song from my high school days that I am just now coming to understand.

The Best Chicken Noodle Soup

No lie, this is the BEST soup. It has sesame noodles and cabbage ( seriously this adds the best flavor, don’t omit, I repeat don’t omit) and carrots, and if you want you can add chicken.
I have a hard time remembering to measure when I cook, but luckily this a fool proof respire that could feed an army if need be. Plus, it freezes if there is extra ( which practically never happens in my household).
Yes, I know it is a HUGE batch, but once you have the basics down then you can make it any size you want.

The BEST Chicken Noodle Soup

 
20 Cups of Chicken Broth ( I use homemade bone broth)
8 Large Carrots ( or more if you like)
1/2 Head of Cabbage ( but I have used a whole one if it is small)
4 Cooked Chicken Breasts, Sliced and Diced
2 Tablespoons (Heaping) Chicken Bouillon ( only if the broth is not flavorful)

 
Sesame Noodles

 
2 1/2 Cups Flower ( the 1/2 cup is for rolling out the noodles)
3 Tablespoons Toasted Sesame Seeds
1 teaspoon Salt
1/2 teaspoon Sugar
2 Eggs
2 Tablespoons Olive Oil
4 Tablespoons of Water ( about this, sometimes it’s more sometimes less)

 
Instructions

 
Start broth on medium heat. Shred cabbage and toss it into the broth to cook.
Next, clean, peal, and dice thin pieces of carrots. Then pre cook the carrots on the stove top by putting them in a sauce pan full of water, bring to a boil, and cook the carrots for about 10 min. or until soft ( but not mushy). Carrots are done when a fork can spear them easily. Once done, drain and set aside.

 
Next we make the pasta.

 
In a bowl add the 2 cups of flower, sugar, salt, sesame, olive oil, and eggs. Mix together till the ingredients are well incorporated ( I use a fork). Then slowly add water till the dough comes together. Start kneading the dough until smooth and elastic. Separate dough into two round balls. Set aside, cover with a damp towel, and let rest for at least 10 min.
Once rested, on a flowered board roll out the pasta dough till it is very thin. Then slice it into strips, and cut it again into smaller 1 inch pasta size pieces ( check out pictures if this gets confusing. Frankly you can cut this into any shape you want).

 
Bring Large pot to a boil, add a little salt to the water, and then slowly add the pasta in small batches to the bowling water. Once pasta floats to the top count to 30 and fish it out of the water. Repeat process till all the batches are done.

 
By this time you will have the cooked carrots, and the cabbage should be translucent and fully cooked in the broth. So add the carrots and pasta – You are done, go forth and feed the millions.

 

Chicken Noodle proccess

Dear Future Husband: That I Haven't Met Yet.

Dear Future Husband

It seems to be all the rage right now for single Christian women to blog an open letter to their future husband about why they choose to wait for them ( and by wait, Yep, I mean SEX – you thought I wouldn’t say it didn’t you?) . So in honor of the end of wedding season (Say Yes To The Dress marathons are in my future), and seeing as I am a 28 ( going on 102) year old who is….. yep, you guessed it – not married. I thought I would take a crack at it. I recently read an article from The Common Queen titled “I’m losing my patience while waiting for you“. It was a good article, and I get where she is coming from. The waiting game is not easy, but all signs point to incredibly worth it. So without further ado…

 
Dear Future Husband,
I am not the worlds standard of beauty, and at this point in my life I’m ok with that. I will never be perfect, blemish free, or a model. I run into doors, break my toes, scratch, cut, burn, and bruise myself – and that’s just from making dinner tonight. Sounds like a winner right!? I’m not perfect, and if I guess correctly you won’t be either ( and if you are perfect, I will make you prove you are not an alien by showing your belly button – you have been warned. But back to the letter). We will be two imperfect people who are better together than apart. God has been gracious and has shielded my heart from much of the ( self inflicted/other ) heartbreak that my friends encountered through years of dating. I am not the kind of girl who forms deep attachments quickly ( unless it’s a dog, then I love them immediately and without reservation).

 
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not cold. I’m friendly, outgoing, and a massive foodie. My family ( and backup army) means the world to me, and are second only to my relationship with Christ. I feel incredibly blessed to be an American, and in case you didn’t notice, I kind of like everything Disney.

 
At various moments in my life ( starting at about 20), God has stopped me in my tracks and called me to pray for you. At first it seemed strange, but life grew stranger. Eventually it was the norm, and a little comforting because I believe God would not command me to pray for a man who doesn’t exist.

 
I am not a terribly patient person. I have been known to skip to the end of books just to make sure it has a happy ending. But for you I wait. We will inevitably bump heads on many things in our married life. I don’t want a stumbling block to be my past relationships. This future union is far too important to me to ever risk it over impatience. I want to be your helpmate, love, and protect you, and in protecting my body and soul I not only protect myself, I’m protecting you.

 
I was raised in a legacy of love. My grandparents were married over 60 years, and my parents have been married well over 30 years. I would never risk the chance at 60 years for a moment of supposed pleasure, out of boredom, pressure, or fear of being alone. However, most importantly I wait because a long time ago I made a covenant with God to do so, and being obedient to Him is how I strive to live my life.

 
This will not be a foreign concept to you if you are seeking after Christ, and frankly that is the only kind of man who has a chance with me.

 
So I wait, out of obedience, faith, and love.

 
Everyone at some point is asked to sacrifice or do something hard. To me being a virgin is not hard ( ya, I don’t struggle with saying NO), and frankly I don’t understand Christians who justify sex outside of marriage. There are so many hard things in life. if you deem abstinence hard, wait till someone you love has cancer or you lose your job. Real love IS hard.

 

 

I do, however, struggle with my impatience to meet you, but I keep busy by growing and maturing as an adult. I practice my willingness to serve others, and self sacrificing ( which is not easy), so when I do meet you and we become one, this action of being a help mate is not a strange concept to me.

 
I am not saying I’m a perfect person – far far far from it ( you’ll find out someday).
I believe there is worth and reword in obeying God, but it is more than that, I abstain out of love for my savior.

 
So, in obedience to my God I wait for you.

 
The waiting game is not easy, and it is certainly strange to feel like you were meant for somebody you don’t even know. But the mysteries of this world are far beyond my understanding, and I have far too much to do to sit and ponder it for long. Here’s to our someday, I hope to meet you soon.

 
Sincerely,
Your Future Wife

 
Well, that’s my letter. I know my someday is out there, and for most of you reading this yours is to. To all you ladies ( and gentlemen) in waiting, hang in there, you are not alone. Don’t rush it or try to push someone into a mold they do not fit in just so you can find “the one” faster. That never works out well.

 
PS. If I happened to date some of you men after this article, I am not the kind of girl who starts planning the monogrammed towels and wedding details after the first date. So, don’t freak out.

 
PPS. If you are the kind of man who starts planning the wedding after the first date – keep it to yourself. At least for the first six months, you’ve herd of those studies right? The ones that say the ” puppy love” stage ( or what I like to call the Double Dumb-Ass stage) lasts for at least six months then the real you shines through ( for better or worse). I am not saying don’t let your freak flag fly, I’m just saying don’t skip the getting-to-know-you part of dating.

 
Let me ask you ( not so) gentle readers, why did or didn’t you wait for your someday? If you didn’t wait, I have always wanted to ask if the thought of an STD ever freaked you out ( because it frankly grosses me out)? And if you are currently waiting, what makes you go against the sad cultural norm?

Grateful

Grateful

I consider my childhood pretty magical ( not just because I was practically raised at Disneyland) because when I remember back, all my memories include my parents; And for me, I associate them with security and unconditional love.

 
Every good memory I have includes them, and I don’t remember a lot from my childhood. I just remember them being there.

 
I am well aware that not every child has what I was given – two parents who wanted to be around me ( and still do surprisingly. I have not driven them away yet).

 
I look back at picture of extravagant birthday parties my mom put on, and I have no memory of them. I see pictures of kids that I knew as a child, and for the life of me I cannot remember a single instance I was in their company ( except for you Betsy Boo and Elizabeth too).

 
Don’t get me wrong, every action on their part contributed to the bond my parents created with me. Even though I do not remember all the great things they did for me, those moments added up. Creating a foundation of mutual respect and love.

 
No, that does not mean we always see eye to eye, or that my beliefs are identical to theirs ( but frankly, we are not that far apart).

 
To this day, if you blindfolded me in a large room and lined the walls with parents, I know I could pick mine out just by their scent.

 
They are engrained in every comforting memory I have.

 
They believed in me even when I lacked faith in myself.

 
They allowed me to fall ( never gracefully, I am not capable of falling gracefully literally or metaphorically ) and pick myself up again.

 
Indulged my crazy dreams that didn’t always turn out as planned.

 
They taught me how to fight well,

 
Love well,

 
How to apologize,

 
And to appreciate the time we have with the people we love.

 
I was reminded, yet again, this weekend how fragile life is, and how important it is to spend as much time as you can with the people you love.

 
I am still trying to find my tribe, but what I do know is that any tribe I am a part of will include, what I lovingly refer to as, my bad ass back up army ( you know who you are) which includes my mom and dad.

 
I need to make some big decisions soon, and I am truly grateful to Lord above to have them as a sounding board and for their wise counsel.

 

I go before The Wise Counselor and  my family to ask for direction and clarity – where do you go?

Microwave Hunting: The Many Misadventures

Microwave Hunting: The Many Misadventures

Let me start out by saying Sears and Walmart suck.

 
My day started out like any other, and yet somehow this object, that most take for granted, almost beat me.

 
A few weeks prior my mom’s microwave basically exploded – that was a god awful smell. My mom, being a certain type of person, decided she did not need a new microwave. Her reasons were “it was too big”, “I hate using it”, “we don’t need one “….

 
For the first few days it was fine then it started getting harder and harder to keep meals hot until dad came home, and finally my mom caved and said she needed a microwave. I went online and purchased her one from Walmart.

 
Big mistake.

 
The minute it arrived at the door the boxed looked beat up, and then when I opened it, the top of the microwave was bashed in. Looking back, I guess the UPS guy ringing the door bell and basically running back to his truck should have been a dead giveaway.

 
So, I returned it to my closest Walmart. That was fun. First I was in the “wrong” line ( totally was not marked right). Then the lady tells me it will take 7 business day for the money to return to my card, but I could get a gift card so I can purchase another microwave at Walmart. Ugh, no. I want my money back on my card – thank you. But, I guess she is required to ask me a couple dozen times before she believes me.

 
Once I wrangled my own money back from the determined sales person, I went in search of another microwave. Finding the right aisle was hard enough ( there is no rhyme or reason to how our Walmart is set up), then I reach the right location and what do I find? About 25 boxed microwaves that look like they have been dropped kicked by a giant, but don’t worry the boxes were taped back together – no one will notice.

 
Major bust at Walmart.

 
On to Target.

 
Nope, not happening there either.

 
Then I look at Sears online, and find the perfect one within my budget. We call the local Sears, and the nice lady on the phone said they have many of those in the store, and plenty in the color we want. Nothing could go wrong.

 
Great! So my dad and I head down to Sears.

 
The second we walk into the building no less than 5 sales associates are playing on their phones ignoring us. They ended up having microwaves in many places around the store, one looked like the microwave we were looking for, but the price tag said $15 more than the one online. Finally we convince a sales person to help us, and he says they have NO microwaves like that in the building. I argued with him saying we called first, but he adamantly said they have do not have this microwave in the building.

 
Ok, well then I take him over to some other corner with microwaves, and ask him to tell me the difference between the one that looks like the microwave I want, but is more expensive (because the numbers match). He said it was not the cheaper microwave. I asked why. He then goes” well, ok, let me check”. Low and behold that was the cheaper one ( but they have NOOOOO microwaves like that in the building).

 
I am an expert microwave hunter.

 
Then the guy tries to convince me to leave the microwave, that I had been looking for all day, on the self, and let the loading guys put in my car ( which I would have to drive around the building and find a parking space in back to receive).

 
NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOO!

 
Well, I said no thank you ( which I had to repeat 6 times because he kept asking me if I was sure), and pick up the box and started walking towards the register.

 
The new microwave is now safely home, and so far has not exploded.

 
This is one of the many reasons I hate Walmart and Sears, and yet there are just some things I can’t get at Target.

 
What are the places you dread shopping at? Any urban hunting stories of your own?

 
Or, better yet – Why do people eat chicken wings ( at $2.99 a lb at that) when they could have a drum stick with more meat on it ( I get then for 49 ¢ a lb. California raised to boot)?

 
I was just wondering.

Frozen Blueberry Lemon Dessert

It is freaking HOT where I live right now, and thunder and lightning have been a regular thing. So, because of the heat I have been experimenting with cool refreshing desserts, and this little beauty came from that experimenting. It’s a mix of about 4 recipes, and boy the possibilities are limitless with the basics of this dessert.

There are a lot of little steps for this dessert, but truthfully most of them are very quick.

Don’t be intimidated, give this a try.

Frozen Blueberry Lemon Dessert

Filling Ingredients
• 2 large lemons juiced
• 1 lemon zest ( for decorating the top of the dessert)
• 1/3 cup puréed blueberries
• 1 can sweetened condensed milk
• 8 oz Cool Whip whipped topping
• 8 oz cream cheese, softened
Crust Ingredients
• 12 full-size graham crackers (about 6 1/2 ounces)
• 1/4 cup sugar
• 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon (optional)
• 6 Tablespoons butter
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
• About 1/4 cup water or less – add slowly. The less water you have the crispier the crust, but add enough that it sticks together.
Grab your 9×9 Pyrex or glass pie dish, and let’s do this!

Frozen Desssert How to pictures
Instructions
Make Crust First
( Mini Step: take out the cream cheese and Cool Whip to soften, and zest your lemon and set aside)

 
1. Turn the Graham Crackers to Dust: Using a rolling pin and zip lock or a food processor, smash them continuously until the crackers are crushed into fine crumbs.
You should end up with about 2 cups of graham cracker crumbs, but I’ve never measured so I have no idea if this is true or not it’s just the rumor going around town.
2. Bring on the Butter: Transfer the graham crackers to a bowl. Add sugar, cinnamon, and salt. mix together. Then melt the butter and pour over the graham crackers, and add vanilla. Stir until the crumbs are evenly coated and look wet. If you press them, the crumbs should hold together; if not, add 1 tablespoon of water at a time till it comes together.
3. Press it, Press it Good: Heat the oven to 375° F. Pour the crumbs into a 9-inch pie pan or square Pyrex dish, and press them evenly along the bottoms and sides. (Note: only press the graham into the bottom if using square dish)
4. Bake the Crust: Bake the crust for 8 to 10 minutes until dry and fragrant. Cool completely in refrigerator before adding the filling.

 
On To The Filling….
1. Whip the cream cheese until smooth using a hand mixer or Kitchen Aid.
2. Add in the sweetened condensed milk and mix until smooth.
3. Then whip in blueberry puree and lemon juice.
4. Let the whipped topping defrost now if you haven’t already done it. Then add it to the cream cheese mixture, folding it in until combined.
5. Take out your completely cooled crust, and fill it with the mixture.
6. Sprinkle the lemon zest on top.
7. Lightly cover with foil while it sets. Leave in freezer for at least 4 hours to set.
8. Once set, give it a water bath. The best way to do this is to submerge the bottom half of dessert into warm water for a few seconds.
9. Stab it with a knife and it should pop right out of the Pyrex.
10. Slice it into desired size pieces, and place them in a zip lock bag and return it to the freezer till you want to serve it.

 
Note: You don’t want your Pyrex dish to be in the freezer to long it is bad for them, and creates a hazard for you. Like when you try to use them in the oven after leaving the dish in the freezer two weeks; trust me, not fun.

 
Also, some people like to leave the dessert out for ten minutes before serving. It softens the dessert, but I like it right out of the freezer like a Popsicle.

 

 

Good Luck and have fun! If you have any questions let me know.

Happy Birthday Disneyland

Gosh it’s already the 60th Anniversary of Disneyland. This day brings to mind Disneyland’s 50th anniversary which I was privileged to be able to attend.

 
My parents and I were in line bright and early that day ( 3am to be precise), not something they really wanted to do, but let’s just say I am very convincing. We stood there for hours while they shuffled us from one part of the quad to the next then on to DCA. While we were in line, we met a man that spent at least an hour trying to convince us he was there “just for the kids”, but frankly they looked sleepy, and he looked like a giddy 5 year old.

 
One of the things that made this trip special was it was a surprise for my dad. He turned 50 a month before, and he had no idea we were going to be at Disneyland to celebrate the day it opened 50 years ago.

 
But the best part of the trip was when they finally let us in the park. Cast members handed out Mickey ears, and classic Disney music was playing on the air. As we rounded the corner under the train, all of the sudden we noticed Main Street USA was lined with Cast members shaking our hand and welcoming us home.

 
I will never forget that day, and I wish we could have been there today to join in the celebration.

 
Alas, it was not to be.

 
Happy Birthday Disneyland. You look good for sixty.

 
Most of my favorite childhood memories involve you in some capacity or another.

 
I hope to see you soon old friend, I hope to see you soon.

 
But until then I’ll ” keep moving forward” and leave you with these words.

 
“To all who come to this happy place: Welcome. Disneyland is your land. Here age relives fond memories of the past, and here youth may savor the challenge and promise of the future. Disneyland is dedicated to the ideals, the dreams, and the hard facts that have created America; with the hope that it will be a source of joy and inspiration to all the world.”

 
– Walt Disney, July 17 1955