Did you know that a regional park can have a train AND a medium size zoo? Plus have room for a lake and farmer's market? I didn't. Until yesterday. Yes, friends, Pam took me on a surprise adventure to Irvine Regional Park, that was indeed equipped with all of those things. Granted, the train and zoo were mostly geared toward children, but does that matter to me? Absolutely not. I had a fantabulous time, and in September through October they're going to have a pumpkin patch and hay rides; can you guess where I will be?! (Also, random thought about October. I really want to do a corn maze this year. Nevermind that I will most likely get lost in the dark since I have absolutely zero directional skills. That matters not!)
Today, I also had an adventure, though of a milder kind. I basically went to Barnes and Noble, the library, and the Coffee Bean. (Were you expecting anything else?) Books, people! That's where it's at. (And coffee. Always coffee.) At the Coffee Bean, I was pleasantly surprised that the barista remembered my name. (And I paid in cash, so he didn't read it off my debit card. He remembered. Is this a sign that I go to the Coffee Bean too often? Naaaaahhh.) He's pretty cute too, which is quite flattering. (Nevermind that remembering repeat patrons is good customer service. I'm sticking to the he-digs-me story.) *cough*
In other news, Hallmark is going really well. I love love love working there. (Never thought I'd say that about any job besides Disney.) It's just the perfect store. P-E-R-F-E-C-T. Cards, and knickknacks, and candles, oh my! I'm learning a bunch, and am almost finished with training. (Yay!)
So, basically, life keeps moving forward here in California, just as anywhere else. And it's sweltering.
Play nice. Stay cool. And love books.
The end.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Quick update on Jeffrey
I have my Jeffrey back! The shop called a couple hours ago and said it was my distributor cap that was broken (whatever the heck that is), and that they could fix him in about an hour. Hallelujah! I told them to go ahead, and I just picked him up a few minutes ago. He drives just fine. My precious baby... *dabs at eyes with hankie*
The best news is that it didn't cost me over $150, let alone my firstborn son. Yay! Jesus was very faithful to provide for me. And I am very grateful to have transportation back.
The best news is that it didn't cost me over $150, let alone my firstborn son. Yay! Jesus was very faithful to provide for me. And I am very grateful to have transportation back.
Catching Up
Hey all. Sorry for the lack of posts. I haven't had the motivation or words to write lately. So this post is just to catch you all up on what's been going on in my life recently.
On the job front, I got hired at a Hallmark store in a nearby shopping mall. My first day was yesterday, and I was late. (More on that later.) The training went well though, there's a lot to learn, but I think I'm catching on fairly easily. I'm very excited about this job, and can't wait to really sink my teeth into it. (They have so many cards and cool knickknacks...how could I not love working there? And you get to scan things...)
Disney held an audition on the 3rd for face characters which I attended. I spent a good week or so trying to figure out what to wear and how to do my makeup. (Special thanks to my cousin Ashley, for all her help.) The audition was a ton of fun! There had to be 500 people there, if not more. I got to meet a few girls in line who were incredibly friendly and encouraging. I was surprised to see a ton of guys at the audition also. It was great fun to scout out faces and try to guess who they could play in the park.
Anyway, we all waited outside for a spell, and then they started taking groups of a hundred through backstage and into this rehearsal hall. I was the third group to go in. Basically what they have you do is line up in rows of ten, and the casting director explained the process to us. The casting director and a couple other people were the ones "judging" us. (For lack of a better word.) The casting director would go down the line asking each person's name, and then they would stand back while we all stood smiling like idiots. You have no idea how difficult it is to smile pleasantly while people stare at you and scribble on clipboards. Awkward. Then they would confer for a few minutes, and call out the numbers of the people they wanted, and sent the rest of us home. Obviously, at this point I got cut, but I was okay with it, because I knew there was nothing I could have done better. I was only sent away because I don't have the face they're looking for right now. Which is fine. I'll just keep going to the auditions and bothering people until they HAVE to let me in.
In other news, the sinus infection I've had is FINALLY going away after probably 4 weeks. Yay! I still have a slight cough, but other than that, I think I'm finally on the up and up.
It was my first time going by myself, and it was really lovely. I went to Corona Del Mar, which is absolutely stunning. It took me an hour and a half to get there, (an hour to get lost three times, half an hour to circle the street like a vulture before a spot opened up.) Basically I spent a good three hours splashing around in the water, gathering shells, and just being a kid. But the weird thing is, when I was walking down the sidewalk to get to the sand, I felt this stinging in my shoulder. I thought that was weird, but just shrugged it off. It kept hurting, however. A lot. So I looked down to see if I had something stuck to me, and it was a BEE. I had been stung by a BEE for the first time in my life. I was almost in shock. I had always prided myself in the fact that I've never been stung by a bee, and now here I was, reduced to the status of normal people. And it hurt! For a long time. I didn't realize bee stings were so painful! And now I have a red welt where he stung me. I'm glad I am not allergic to bees, because I could have died at the beach, and no one would have known. How embarrassing would it be to die of a bee sting? So anyway, yay for new experiences!
Now, on to yesterday. It started out wonderfully, I went to church, (a friggin' model of a man SAT NEXT TO ME. I mean, this guy was gorgeous. Think a young Matt Bomer. With beautiful blue eyes.) and I was super excited to start work. So, I got all dressed up in my "uniform" (black slacks and a white blouse), and set off in Jeffrey to the Hallmark. I do not get five minutes from the house, when all of a sudden, as I'm going through an intersection, Jeffrey just died. Out of nowhere. So here I am, sitting in the middle of the intersection in my dead car, freaking out 'cause the light's gonna change any minute and I have no idea what to do. As I'm frantically turning the key in the ignition, hoping against hope that my car will magically start, the men in the lanes to my right got out of their cars and pushed Jeffrey out of the way. I was relieved to be out of the intersection, of course. But now what? I called my dad. (What else?) He talked me through what to do, which was awesome. Eventually I managed to get some help to push Jeffrey into a nearby parking lot.
Now I was late for work. On my first day. Figures. I called Hallmark, told them what happened, and they were really gracious about it, and told me to just call whenever I could come in. I couldn't get a hold of my cousins, and Hallmark wasn't all that far away, so I just started walking. It took me about 25 minutes to get there, and I was severely out of breath (haha loser), but I finally got there and was able to start my shift.
After my shift was over I was able to get a ride home (thank goodness), and got my car towed to a shop. Now I anxiously await news of my precious Jeffrey. (I am hoping against hope it's nothing that will cost me my firstborn son.)
And that's about all that's been happening to me lately. Yerp.
Stay gold, Ponyboy.
Emma
On the job front, I got hired at a Hallmark store in a nearby shopping mall. My first day was yesterday, and I was late. (More on that later.) The training went well though, there's a lot to learn, but I think I'm catching on fairly easily. I'm very excited about this job, and can't wait to really sink my teeth into it. (They have so many cards and cool knickknacks...how could I not love working there? And you get to scan things...)
Disney held an audition on the 3rd for face characters which I attended. I spent a good week or so trying to figure out what to wear and how to do my makeup. (Special thanks to my cousin Ashley, for all her help.) The audition was a ton of fun! There had to be 500 people there, if not more. I got to meet a few girls in line who were incredibly friendly and encouraging. I was surprised to see a ton of guys at the audition also. It was great fun to scout out faces and try to guess who they could play in the park.
(Photo of said princess inspired makeup)
Anyway, we all waited outside for a spell, and then they started taking groups of a hundred through backstage and into this rehearsal hall. I was the third group to go in. Basically what they have you do is line up in rows of ten, and the casting director explained the process to us. The casting director and a couple other people were the ones "judging" us. (For lack of a better word.) The casting director would go down the line asking each person's name, and then they would stand back while we all stood smiling like idiots. You have no idea how difficult it is to smile pleasantly while people stare at you and scribble on clipboards. Awkward. Then they would confer for a few minutes, and call out the numbers of the people they wanted, and sent the rest of us home. Obviously, at this point I got cut, but I was okay with it, because I knew there was nothing I could have done better. I was only sent away because I don't have the face they're looking for right now. Which is fine. I'll just keep going to the auditions and bothering people until they HAVE to let me in.
In other news, the sinus infection I've had is FINALLY going away after probably 4 weeks. Yay! I still have a slight cough, but other than that, I think I'm finally on the up and up.
Also, I went to the beach by myself the other day!
(Is that not a freaking cool sailboat?!)
It was my first time going by myself, and it was really lovely. I went to Corona Del Mar, which is absolutely stunning. It took me an hour and a half to get there, (an hour to get lost three times, half an hour to circle the street like a vulture before a spot opened up.) Basically I spent a good three hours splashing around in the water, gathering shells, and just being a kid. But the weird thing is, when I was walking down the sidewalk to get to the sand, I felt this stinging in my shoulder. I thought that was weird, but just shrugged it off. It kept hurting, however. A lot. So I looked down to see if I had something stuck to me, and it was a BEE. I had been stung by a BEE for the first time in my life. I was almost in shock. I had always prided myself in the fact that I've never been stung by a bee, and now here I was, reduced to the status of normal people. And it hurt! For a long time. I didn't realize bee stings were so painful! And now I have a red welt where he stung me. I'm glad I am not allergic to bees, because I could have died at the beach, and no one would have known. How embarrassing would it be to die of a bee sting? So anyway, yay for new experiences!
Now, on to yesterday. It started out wonderfully, I went to church, (a friggin' model of a man SAT NEXT TO ME. I mean, this guy was gorgeous. Think a young Matt Bomer. With beautiful blue eyes.) and I was super excited to start work. So, I got all dressed up in my "uniform" (black slacks and a white blouse), and set off in Jeffrey to the Hallmark. I do not get five minutes from the house, when all of a sudden, as I'm going through an intersection, Jeffrey just died. Out of nowhere. So here I am, sitting in the middle of the intersection in my dead car, freaking out 'cause the light's gonna change any minute and I have no idea what to do. As I'm frantically turning the key in the ignition, hoping against hope that my car will magically start, the men in the lanes to my right got out of their cars and pushed Jeffrey out of the way. I was relieved to be out of the intersection, of course. But now what? I called my dad. (What else?) He talked me through what to do, which was awesome. Eventually I managed to get some help to push Jeffrey into a nearby parking lot.
Now I was late for work. On my first day. Figures. I called Hallmark, told them what happened, and they were really gracious about it, and told me to just call whenever I could come in. I couldn't get a hold of my cousins, and Hallmark wasn't all that far away, so I just started walking. It took me about 25 minutes to get there, and I was severely out of breath (haha loser), but I finally got there and was able to start my shift.
After my shift was over I was able to get a ride home (thank goodness), and got my car towed to a shop. Now I anxiously await news of my precious Jeffrey. (I am hoping against hope it's nothing that will cost me my firstborn son.)
And that's about all that's been happening to me lately. Yerp.
Stay gold, Ponyboy.
Emma
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