Flat Tire

They say you should put all your eggs in one basket. Well, screw whoever "they" are. Although, "they" are right, dangit. I did. And now chest feels like some elephants trampled on it.

So I'm not getting my dream job. I'll put on my big girl pants and deal with it of course. I've no choice. But dang...I really wanted that job!

I'm feeling a bit lost. I was really convinced that God was really lining things up for this to happen. I know there's a reason behind the closed door, but now I'm just not sure what my goal was. Before I was working towards a goal...now I'm just sort of treading water.

I'd appreciate some job recommendations. I'm great at typing and Microsoft Word. I have a car and I'm willing to relocate. I'm super friendly, organized, punctual, reliable, and great at multi tasking. Thanks for helping in advance.

I also make some pretty awesome ColdStone Creamery Birthday Cakes...that's always a plus.

No, Mom, That's the Bumps Blind People Use to Read

Why yes, the title is something that came out of my sister's mouth on the way into the city from the airport less than an hour after arriving in Vietnam. I always miss her, but more so when we are together and we just crack up over the smallest things. Check out the quotes section on my Facebook for more of my sister's antics.

Gotta love that face.

It was so great to show them what life is like here: loud, dirty, crazy, busy, unplanned, unscheduled, late, early, cheap. But the best part was to be able to share my family and friends with them!

Sister, sister, and mother.

The NIN family and my family :)

Although most of our experiences were positive ones, I'm still fuming over a couple bad ones.

1) I got my phone stolen at the Long Bien bus station on Sunday afternoon. I had just finished giving my mom a lecture about pickpockets on the bus, and WHAM! Some guy shoved into me, I grabbed my purse, and he grabbed my phone. I almost wish he had stolen money instead! There goes a year's worth of contacts made in Vietnam :(

2) I almost got in a physical fight with some guy on the street. He grabbed me to push me out of the way, I elbowed him to get my arm back, he shoved me in the back. I almost punched him in the face. Ugh. Boys suck in every country.

Speaking of boys, I may or may not have met a cute Irishman to keep me company for the remainder of my stay here in Vietnam. He's a gentleman, has an adorable accent, nice friends, and likes me :)