Since my job search for an architecture-related job is not going so well, I decided to try my luck at Disney World. Yesterday I went to a character look-alike audition for Disney. I do not look like any characters. At least the ones they needed. Here’s how it works.
I drove 45 minutes to the Disney Animal Kingdom Rehearsal Facility. Once there, I was measured, signed in, and given a number. Come on, lucky number 86! Auditions started at 4, and I got there around 3:20, so I had to wait a while. I talked with some other girls who were there, only one had auditioned before, so I knew I was not the only one who had no idea what was going on. Finally they got started, calling the first 50 people into another room. More waiting for me and the other girls I was sitting with. Eventually the first 50 started coming back out, none of them looking too excited. The rejects. I’m allowed to call them that, because I am one too.
Now it was my turn! We lined up in numerical order and trooped through a long winding hallway to another rehearsal room. Once there, they lined us up in 5 lines of 10 and looked at us. Stared at us. Analyzed the shape of our faces, our eyes, how far our nose was from our mouth, how it all worked together. When they were done, they called out about 4 people they wanted to “investigate further” and said thanks for coming to the rest of us. That was it.
Us rejects walked back the way we came, I said good luck to the girls I had been talking to before, and drove 45 mins home. I’m glad I don’t have to drive that far to work. But it would have been fun to be a princess!
I thought I would bust out a blog before Stephen gets home and we go to the store. He is going to work earlier so he can come home earlier – around 4 today! His incentive (not that he needs one) for going to the grocery store with me is that he can get more beer. Apparently it is nearly impossible to write those wedding thank yous without a cold beer. Despite all the moaning each night about them, (I’m pretty sure the word ‘desolate’ was used at least once in describing how writing thank yous affects a persons life) we are almost done with our thank you notes! We do have one gift that we do not know who it is from, so if you gave us the Pyrex, thank you sooooo much because we literally use it every day! But really, if you know who gave it to us, let us know so we can properly thank them.
Our grocery store here is called Publix and there is one about .2 miles from our house. If I had one of those grown-up tricycles with a basket on it (like our neighbor does) I would ride it to the store instead of drive. I’m sure there are larger Publixes (Publixi?) but ours is a little neighborhood one, about a third the size of the HEB I’m used to. It reminds me of the Safeway I shopped at when I was living in Oakland. Because it is smaller, the store layout takes some getting used to. The bread takes up one side of an aisle, while the other side is logically used to shelf…the baby items? Tacos are considered an “ethnic” food and the ingredients to make them are all together in the ethnic food aisle, along with all the Goya products, soy sauce, and curry. I’m used to the tortillas, a bread-like product, being with the bread. But no, they are with the taco supplies. It took us forever to figure that out! I don’t remember where the rice is, but we need to get some for our stir-fry tonight!
This is not our Publix. I think this one is in Miami.
Without fail, as soon as I sit down at my desk, JD is right there next to me, meowing pitifully, begging for attention. This morning he was helping me check my email.
Any job offers yet?
I’m sure the insides of my computer are getting clogged with JD fur. This is not ok.
If I threw him off, he would just jump right back up, so I work around him.
Excuse me, but that is my mouse you are sitting on.
We’re going to skip unpacking (cause it’s boring) and go straight to how we are making our house our home! Let’s start with the kitchen, as seen in my lovely CAD drawing below. That’s a college degree at work right there, folks.
The biggest thing to happen with the kitchen we did yesterday, in what I like to call “the changing of the doors.” The fridge doors used to open with the handle on the left, facing into the hallway, as represented by the red door swing line. This was not conducive to grocery storage, seeing as how I put the bags to the right of the sink, if we are referencing the above picture. I wanted the door to open into the kitchen! So this happened:
Look Mom, no doors!
Oh, there they are.
We made waffles for dinner tonight. Actually, Stephen made waffles, I just ate them!
Here is the other side of the kitchen. It’s not bad as far as counter space and storage goes. We just have a lot of awesome wedding gifts we are trying to figure out where to put!
Oh, that window looks out to our side yard – about a 6 foot width of scraggly grass and the wall of the house next door.
Next post – funny things Stephen says! Here is a little sample: Marie sounds good with Victoria, but I think Elizabeth sounds good with Tori. Tori Elizabeth Messmann!