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this is one of my personal favs
now just time for some more professional photos
all of these pieces are available for sale (duh!)check out my store :)
xoxo mel

now just time for some more professional photos
all of these pieces are available for sale (duh!)
what do you think?
i already have a wonderful customer that is willing to buy it!!
(moonstones & peruvian opals)
(this can come in ANY color)
(fresh water pearls)
(smokey & rose quartz)
(my line is called lemel)




the grilled cheese truck & the masses
Dogtown DOGS...how did I not eat at a truck w/ such a cute name?

Sprinkles Cupcake Truck...where were you on 11/7/09 at 8pm?I always put the pressure on myself to come up with a great costume. I think costumes out of a bag are completely unoriginal and lame. My best costume to date was in 2005 when KP, the twins and I were The Facebook. Yes, THE is suppose to be in front of Facebook because 2005 was when you still had to type in www.thefacebook.com. I believe it was right after Halloween that year that the picture feature became available. (Thank you Mark Zuckerberg for not having that available my freshman year!) This was by far the best costume to date. I thought of the idea the day of and it ended up taking us about 7 hours to complete the look.
This year when I was scouring the world wide web for costume inspiration, a friend directed me to American Apparel’s website where they were holding a costume contest. Well, we all know I love a good competition, so I went ahead and entered my Facebook costume. My costume came out with a score of 2.53 out of 4. Not too bad if you ask me, right? It was viewed 6463 times and overall ranked 277/1313. I was proud. Thanks to all of you who voted (and yes I know I am a HUGE dork for entering this)!
Another favorite costume was from 2006 when a group of us dressed as our guy friends. This costume was another success. BTW if you haven’t noticed I judge my success on the creativity scale. Clearly neither of these costumes fit into the sexy Halloween costume category. Maybe it was a little weird that ten cute girls dressed up as nine guys and a golden retriever... but whatever, we all had fun.
This year I decided to be a cast member from my favorite tv show True Blood. I was Sookie (pronounced Ssssoooooookie). It was very fitting actually since last year I was a waitress on Halloween and this year I just dressed up as one. I have to thank Sheriff Jenny and my cousin Stef for helping me with the fake blood and scar. My costume was very well received and great because I was comfortable. I wore Toms and used my apron as my purse. A little tip for people who use the glue on scars next year, take it off after a few cocktails because it isn’t pretty in the am.
The brainstorming has begun for Halloween 2010.
:) Mel

Watt time is it?
Shot block: A household staple
Please excuse me for the lack of recent posts. My theory here is quality over quantity. I can’t waste my blog reader’s time with nonsense. Hopefully this post will keep you reading air mattress living and maybe make you laugh, too. :)
When Jennifer first started her new job in LA I was bored and lonely. I maybe heard on the radio there was an open casting call to be on ABC’s Wipeout. I maybe was considering trying out….but then a hang over inhibited me from going to the 9am Saturday casting call. However, during one of my day trips to Starbucks, I found myself applying to be a cast member instead of applying for jobs. The application process was fairly simple. You just had to answer some basic questions and then submit photos of yourself. I of course scoured my 1,543 pictures on facebook and found some real classics that I knew Wipeout would love. Needless to say, after submitting the application, the show had no crossed my mind.
Yesterday I started my new job, my new real job. I have a cubicle, a work email address, and am actually going to order business cards. This is the real deal. Out of the blue, on day 2 at the office, I get a random missed called from a number in Burbank, CA. On my lunch break I check my voicemail, and someone from Wipeout wants to axe, I mean ask, me a few questions. My jaw literally drops. Three and half months after I submitted an online application they call, oh and on the second day of my new job. This has to be a joke.
I call them back to see what is going on. It turns out they had a series of questions to ask me before I could proceed to the next level.
· Do you have health insurance? (red flag #1)
· Do you have any knee, should or back injuries? (hmmm)
· Have you had any major surgeries in the last ten years? (ok so maybe this isn’t such a good idea)
· Oh, and can you swim? (oh, never mind totally legit!)
I passed this rigorous test with flying colors, and they want to have me audition for the show on Friday. Of course I said I would be there. I mean the chance to be on national tv and to win $50,000!! Ummmm, hello. I have no shame and field day was always my favorite day in lower school. Surely I can win this game. However, reality set in, and it probably isn’t the best idea to leave work early on my first week to try out for reality tv. This was my chance for those 15 minutes. Oh well.....
I am sure most of you did not know that as a child I was an aspiring actress. You are probably wondering right now how you did not already know this. Well, I was very humble, and…..my career was very short lived. After going home this weekend and visiting Houston, I thought I might bring my old head shots back to LA and try out this whole ‘acting’ thing again.
I think this headshot will still work, don’t you? I might just comment on the back that I no longer own my GAP suspenders and had braces. I think if I stuck with my talent Hilary Duff would have had some serious competition.
If you are wondering where you would have seen me during my thriving days, well it was not very main stream. I was in an ad for a company called Venture (they no longer exist but were essentially another Target) holding a thing of Gak with my fake family. That was my biggest role (well, and maybe my only role). Now I am much more knowledgeable and am living in the city where dreams come true. Next stop Hollywood baby!
This past weekend an elderly lady came into the store and successfully slid a sly one past us, well actually not me, my co-worker. The woman was all frazzled because she drove 25 miles to get to the store in time and realized she was three days past her return date. My co-worker bought her frazzled, traffic, driving, old lady story and let her exchange the bag for a different one. Apparently the one she wanted to return has been ‘sitting’ on her shelf and just isn’t right for her. At this point I am avoiding the return situation since no one has taught me how to do returns this really isn’t my problem.
Well, on Monday, a shipment of bags comes in and the manager is putting them out on the floor and rearranging the displays. While I am helping a customer my boss whispers in my ear to go in the back when I have a second and see what I find in the inside pocket of a purse she has just set back there. I am of course nervous and assume whatever I find will be alive. That is not the case. I quickly walk to the back because impatient me can’t wait to see what is there and look what I find:
If you are still staring and not sure what that is….. there are THREE sanitary napkins inside the purse. SICK. NASTY. That happens to be the exact purse the frantic old lady returned over the weekend. There are so many things wrong with this picture it is not even funny. First of all, frantic old lady is a liar because clearly she used the purse. Why does such an old lady have maxi pads (sick, the word of the post)? How did my co-worker that accepted the return not find them? Keep in mind next to the maxi pads is the price tag that my co-worker PUT INSIDE THE BAG.
A few lessons to take home from this lovely tale: 1. Empty all pockets of a purse when you decide to return it after you have already worn it, and 2. Check inside all the pockets before you buy it. No one wants a “gift with purchase.”
Until next time.
xoxo mel