RIP Junior

So last night James found a baby mouse in his room. We felt really bad for it because it's parents had already been killed by mouse traps...so it was an orphan baby mouse. James brought it over to my house this morning and I squealed in delight. It was so smalllll!! And so sweet and cute and wobbly. James had put the mouse in a little bucket, which we then put close to my space heater in my room to keep the mouse warm. It was so cute because the mouse would press itself against the side that was closest to the heater because it was the warmest. My roommate decided we should name it 'James Junior' or just 'Junior' for short. We didn't know how long it had been since Junior had eaten, so we headed to the store and bought some infant formula and a medicine dropper. While feeding Junior...I think he drowned. I guess we just didn't give him enough time to breathe between drinking. I cried.

And thus concludes the adventure of James and my first child. RIP James Junior. We loved you.

BAHHHHH!

I have auditions todayyyyyy!

And I'm procrastinating because my agency didn't give me a set time to go this first one (that's right...TWO auditions today!) and I'm nervous so...blog.

This first audition is for a 'vampire comedy' flick and I'm auditioning for a Sorority girl. Well...two Sorority girls...because I'm ambitious. Here's the thing: I have NO idea how to dress like a Sorority girl. The idea that I have in my head is like a Mean Girls/Gossip Girl mix. Annnnnd guess who doesn't have clothes that even CLOSELY resemble that?
Oh well. One does the best one can, yes? *elitist laugh*

...That was me getting into character.

Ok, not really.

But this IS me going to shower now. WISH ME LUCK!!!

Life Is Beautiful

So I went into this weekend with sort of a poor attitude. I was grumpy because this is the first time in 10 years that I have been in the States for Canadian Thanksgiving and I was none too pleased about having to wait until the end of November for the American one. I was grumpy because Chili's have been punks to me ever since I went to my orientation. The woman that interviewed me that said she liked me? She told me to bring in my schedule for October so we could work out any schedule conflicts because she knew I was still at Green Street. So I walk in on the day of my orientation and she says to me and the other girl there, "Ok well I have a conference call, so just watch these videos." We sat there for about an hour half-watching training videos just by ourselves. When she came back, we discussed the training schedule she had made for us and the conversation went like this:
Her: Okay, so do either of you have anything that conflicts with this schedule?
Me: Um yeah...I have to work this day and this day.
Her: *scoffs* Well. When are you finished at Green Street?
Me: Well...I'm not quite sure because I was thinking that I could still work a couple -
Her: Are you saying that your availability has changed?
Me: No...
Her: Because if your availability is not what you listed on your application then we need to re-negotiate your employment here.
Me:  No, it's the same as what I listed. 
Her: *SIGH* When's the LAST day you will work at Green Street?
Me: Uh...Friday I guess.
Her: So you'll be available to start training beginning on Saturday?
Me: Yes.
Her: I have over 50 applicants a week applying for your job, you know.
Me: Yeah.
Her: I can give you 1 day a week to work at Green Street if you REALLY want to stay there. But I think you'll like it better here.
End of conversation. There was nothing else discussed throughout the rest of my orientation about when I would come in for training, what time, etc.  So on Friday I called them and spoke to a manager that I've never met and the conversation went like this:
Me: Hi my name is Emma and I'm a new hire. I told the General Manager that I'd be able to start training on Saturday but I don't really know when she wants me to actually start...
Him: Oh yeah we were talking about you today. She told me that everything had already been worked out.
Me: She did? Because we never discussed when I would come in or anything.
Him: Yeah she said you'd just come in and work 5 nights in a row.
Me: Oh. We never talked about that.
Him: Well why don't you just come in tomorrow and you can start the 5 nights?
Me: Ok....thanks...
So somewhere in the middle of being treated like one in a herd of cattle and having decisions made for me, I decided that Chili's is just not my cup of tea.

That is the layout for why I went into this weekend with much grumpiness.

However, as has been demonstrated in previous years, God always has a way of reminding me of what I'm thankful for.
Today James and I decided to go out for lunch. He asked where I wanted to go and I said I didn't feel like making decisions today, so he could choose. We ended up going to a place called Mimi's Cafe, which the both of us have been wanting to try. Perusing through the menu, one item caught my eye: "Turkey Plate (Have Thanksgiving any time!)" I excitedly pointed it out to James and we both decided to get it. When I gave the waiter our order I added, "Because it's Thanksgiving in Canada and that's where I'm from!" He smiled and wished me a Happy Thanksgiving. He wished me a Happy Thanksgiving again as he brought our plates out. He said it again when he came back to make sure the food was good (It was! There was tons of turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy, and veggies). Again when he brought out our check, and one more time before we left. I smiled throughout the entire meal, so happy to be able to have my turkey dinner! I even took a picture of it, before I started eating.

When I got home tonight, I checked my Facebook and saw that a girl that I've been best friends with since we were 8-years-old had her baby a couple days ago and she had a posted a picture of the little guy. I was so absolutely delighted, I squealed. I am beyond happy for her!
I picked up my phone to text my mom and let her know about the baby, and I saw that another girl that I've been best friends with since the 2nd grade had called and left a voicemail. In her message she said she had some good news. She and her husband have been trying to get pregnant for about a year now so I was immediately filled with hope. I called her and asked her what her good news was. It was what I was hoping for! I literally screamed and jumped up and down. We talked for about 3 hours about everything that's been going on in our lives. I told her this has been the best day ever and I feel so fulfilled because my friends are so happy.

It really has been one of the best days ever. Full of happiness, free from worry, and full of life!

Life Smife Fife

Sometimes it's weird living in the state that I grew up in. I'm going back to visit my home town tomorrow, which I'm very excited for, but it all feels so strange now. I feel like my 14 years in Kanab was an entirely different life. And really, it was. It was an entirely different lifestyle; different attitude. But now it feels strange to be going back to visit that life after living such a completely different one.
Most of the time I feel like I have multiple personalities because they have to match the different places I've been.
I spend a lot of time thinking about what life would be like if I had stayed in Kanab and gone to High School there, instead of moving to Canada. Would I have been a Cheerleader? Who - if anyone - would have asked me to Homecoming? To Prom? There's a lot of little things that I feel sad about missing out on. Like the way guys in Kanab asked girls to dances. They didn't just call them up and say, "Uh hey yeah...I was uhhhhhh.....*aherm* UHHHHH just wondering...if....you'dliketogotothedancewithme?" They'd do really cute things like go and decorate the girl's rooms with balloons and streamers and a note asking them to the dance, or something like that. I feel really sad that I missed out on that. But maybe no one would have ever asked me...and I would feel more sad about that.

Canadian Thanksgiving is soon. I don't want to wait until November for turkey. Boo.

I miss Pumpkin Spice Donuts from Timmies.