Job!

It took 3 months but I finally got a job. Good thing I'm living at home otherwise I'd be having some major issues considering I've only got about $100 to my name. I don't have a start date and it's only 25 hours per week but I'm super excited. On my way back to some sort of independence. Whoo-hoo

isn't there a magic word

That can unpack all of my crap. Yeah, I'm still complaining about unpacking. I've started with my room. So much stuff, so little room. It's hard going from a full apartment to just a bedroom.
And I still haven't heard about that job.
Boo

Unpacking

We've moved into our new home. It's actually an addition of someone else's home. So I sort of feel like a permanent house guest, especially since I have no key. It's a disaster and I hate unpacking. We don't have a lot of storage space so I've got to figure out where to put things. Not enjoyable but I've got to do it (obviously).

I still have no job. Sort of frustrating

I want to travel and I can't afford it.

Where I've Been

Family Reunion 2008 August 1 through August 10
Joseph Stewart Camp Ground, 30 min north of Shady Cove Oregon

Left Thursday July 31 11pm, Arrived August 1 2008 5pm
18 hours to get there.
1 hour of shut eye in 26 hours.
Happy Anniversary Lynn and Jerry!
Lounged around on Saturday
Took a bike ride Sunday
River Rafting Monday -
Saw Dinosaurs and Sharks and
Tried not to wake the trolls
Went to the lake on Tuesday and asked
What color is the lake Tabby? Brown! Jayme and I say ewe
Fell and hurt myself on Wednesday
But went and saw Crater Lake anyways
River Rafting once again on Thursday
Lost an oar this time, almost lost Grandma too
Listened to the thunder rumble that evening
Ran for shelter from the rain and hail
Lounging at the lake on Friday
Supposed to leave at noon on Saturday
7 hours later we were on the road
Alternator needed fixing
Got home around 12:30 in the afternoon
My bed never felt so good

It was a good trip. Though, being back has made reality hit hard: Need to pack up for the move, Have to find a job. Things have been frustrating on the job/life front. I wonder if I made a mistake moving back from bflo.

Here are a couple of pics: The first one is from Crater Lake and the second is of The Rogue Waterfall

soon i'll be...

...Driving!
26 years old and I finally got my permit.
Amazing. I missed 3 of the 6 that I could. The girl at the DMV was impressed (and friendly)

Now I just have to find somebody to teach me.
I'm scared.

26!

So on Sunday I turned 26.
I'm feeling less and less accomplished as the months go on.

Especially when people I know are successful with work and love.

26.
Mom and I saw Ragtime at PCPA and had a nice dinner (we were the only two patrons until almost the end of our meal). It ended with a piece of chocolate cake and happy birthday sung by the waitress and 4 guys who worked there. The night ended with ice cream from ColdStone with Steph. And because Santa Maria shuts down around 8pm on Sundays....that's all we did.

This week is VBS at my church. It's going to be a long week.

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a few weeks ago mom and I visited my grandpa. He'll be 86 at the end of this month and is in home, but he told us the secret of a long life.

you ready?

Participate.
yup, that's the secret. Participate in what's going on around you.

So my goal is to start participating more. I want to be able to look back and know I lived to the fullest.

Participate

Welcome to the Death Train

This is as good a place as any to share the story of my trip to LA on Thursday July 3
I took the train. I love taking the train...usually
But alas, this trip was not fantastical.
My train, the 784, hit a car.
That's not the worst.....we killed somebody.

I'll Share the link with you
http://www.venturacountystar.com/news/2008/jul/04/train-hits-car-kills-teen/

It's a very removed feeling, knowing that the vehicle I was in killed a person but I didn't see anything (thank goodness) and I didn't feel anything but the brakes go on.
For the next few stops, anytime somebody came on the train I wanted to say "Welcome to the Death Train." Horrible I know.

The rest of the trip was much better. And the best thing was seeing Wicked.
It was glorious. That might not even be the word.

Picture proof of me at Pantages Theatre. I haven't seen a vast amount of Broadway plays, but this one is at the top of the list.

The trip home was without incident. Thankfully.

I still love taking the train, but let me tell ya a 4 hour delay because your train hit and killed somebody (and injured another) sucks.