Thrilled as Siam.

.... to find a place in the world that is everything I love about China, and few of the things I abhor, I'm having a hard time expressing it.  To sum things up, three weeks was not enough.  As I leaf through my journal, there are literally twelve blogicles that can be formed using just the first week.  Thus I admit overwhelmedness and give you my Top Ten of Thailand.  As I reminisce and give myself time to really write, I will give details, quips, narrative, and incidents ad nauseum.  Look forward to stories about the girls at BHJ and perhaps even a run in with the Thai health care system.  Promise.  For now, behold:

10)  Gorgeous.  The majority of the Thailand is lush, green tropics.  We took a night train to and from Chiang Mai, where BHJ is, and my favorite part of the journey was getting to see the landscape of the Thai countryside.  Furthermore, our four days at the beach in Koh Chang couldn't have even been wrecked by the torrential downpour happening the entire time.  The beaches, mountains, wildlife, and water will take your breath away. 
9) the monks.  They are SO CUTE.  It is customary in Thailand for people to never look directly at them, and to always keep our head below theirs.  In Chiang Mai, across the street from our guest house, the monks would walk through the market early in the morning on their way to the temple.  I wanted to hug one.  Uncle Steve said no.  Dang it. 
8) Sustenance.  Man cannot live on bread alone.  I get it, but I also take it literally.  Eating good food is one of my favorite parts of being human.  Thailand was only too accommodating.  The food I ate off of a cart on the street was better than any takeout I had ever purchased on this side of the Pacific.  There were so many things to eat, you could easily suffer from stimulation overload while walking through the markets.  Uncle Steve and I were pretty brave food adventurers, making a point to never miss out on weird food opportunities.  We weren't ever sorry.  The kids and I even effectively applied for Thai citizenship by daring to sample the exoskeletonous snacks (read: deep fried bugs).  Side note: lots of weird and delicious tropical fruit to be had there.  one of my favorites was salak palm fruit, which tastes like tropical starburst (i know, ew right?).  a major bonus was that I didn't know what it was called, and my agriculture extraordinaire dad didn't know either.  he had previously never been stumped.  booyah.
7) Rotee.  this is technically a food, but requires its own distinction nonetheless.  Rotee is ala fried crepe, but so much better.  They fill them with whatever you want, fry it to a golden brown, and then cover it with chocolate sauce and condensed milk.  The first time I saw it made (on a cart streetside, mind you) I was mortified to see the lady bathing it in hot oil before serving it to me.  As soon as it hit my mouth, all such moments forgotten.  I joked that I couldn't go to sleep in Thailand without one, but lived like the joke was real.  I'm salivating as I type this.  Drool on the N key.  
6) Transportation.  People are so much better at getting around everywhere outside of the US.  In Thailand, the majority of average citizens travel by motorbike or song tow.  A song tow is a taxi, of sorts.  Basically a pickup truck with a canopy and benches lining the truckbed.  No meters, you just tell the driver where you want to go, bat your eyelashes a bit, and barter for the price.  The more people you have, the cheaper it will be.  It was so pleasant to travel this way, we just all piled in like clowns at the circus and that was that.  While in Chiang Mai, we hired a driver, SuBin, to chauffeur us out to BHJ every morning and bring us back.  Not only did it cost us about 2.50 us dollars a day yo do this, but he was a superhero.  We all became quite fond of SuBin, and depended on him to keep track of us....maybe pull a gadget or two out of his rig.  
5) Eh-yaphants.  That's what Maya calls them.  She's 2.  Elephants have been my favorite for a long time, ever since I cried my way through Dumbo as a preschooler.  Thailand is known for its indigenous elephant population, and I was able to buy elephant paraphernalia of all kinds.  More significant, while on Koh Chang, we visited them at an elephant reserve camp.  These Thai people live in this camp, take care of the elephants, and lead tourists through the jungle while atop Babar.  Not only did  I sit in a magical basket and ride an elephant, but we were able to feed them and get in the river to bathe them.  I could just squeal thinking about how fun it was and how cute they were.  They're smart, and cheeky creatures to boot.  They get each other riled up and think it's funny to spray water all over the farangs (white people).  I think it's funny too.  
4)  Not a Baht.  Thailand is ideal for the economical adventurer.  To paint a picture, I spent three weeks traveling on trains, eating, buying things, staying in guest houses, and having interactive activities in a foreign country.  I spent less than 700 dollars.  Just can't go wrong. With the exchange rate being about 34 Baht to one dollar, dinners in Chiang Mai cost me about $1.36.  How could I leave, you ask?  Very hesitantly.  
3) GDH.  This last winter, I read a book called the Geography of Bliss.  In short, a grumpy man visits all of the most allegedly happy countries in the world and try to figure out why they are so.  Thailand is included, and notably practices GrossDomesticHappiness.  It shows.  The people of that little nation are just so darn great.  You know how annoyed we are at the tourists in all of our major cities that clog up our transportation systems, yell in indistinguishable languages, and wear horribly offensive clothing?  Thais are more mature than that.  We dumbass Americans were welcomed everywhere we went.  No matter where we were, we got help from the locals before we could even sheepishly ask for it.  Our housemom, PiDang, probably saved me from a horrible fiery death (more on that later...).  Our driver, SuBin, could be found on numerous occasions pushing BHJ girls on the swing, making ballon animals, holding yarn to be braided, hammering the swingset, or generally being a superhero.  Look for him at night, flighting crime and wearing a cape.  
2) Those girls.  Of course, the girls at BHJ were just it.  I wish there were words that would help my family and friends understand, but to know them is truly to love.  They were just delightful.  It's quite unfathomable to tell you how simply they live their lives, and even more still to tell you about their joy.  They find joy in everything we barely recognize.  Please, please, if you ever remember while standing in front of me, ask me about them.  Watch my face light up.  
1) Still about me.  Prepare the cheeseball.  My favorite part of my Thailand trip is me.  I feel different, energized, and anew.  I feel badass and softened all at once.  I feel appreciative and socially annoyed.  I feel educated and bewildered by my naivete.  All of these are productive. 
Kap Kun Kaa for reading.  More to come.

Love Love Love. 
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Finally Foster




I know, I suck.  Truth be told, I am completely overwhelmed by the idea of having to put my thoughts of the past month down.  Where do I begin?  The few days before I left on my trip, Noah and Jan got hitched.  This was no ordinary nuptial ceremony.  Jan and Noah are pretty much legendary among couples everywhere.  They are about a 72 on a 0-10 fun scale.  The day that I first met Janae, I myself, fell in love.  So far goes my love affair that every time I am introduced to a loved one's significant other, I gauge my enthusiasm for this person by that of the day I met Janae.  It was, hands down, the most fun wedding I have ever attended.  MJ died at the perfect time, so as to rekindle our passions at this reception.  There are pictures of me at the reception that are so embarassing and so funny.  Perhaps the greatest testimony to the raucous affair was that at 1am, we had to kick Janae's Gpa off of the dance floor.  He wasn't really having it.  Thanks Fosters, for throwing the social event of the decade.  The rest of my pictures can be found here.

hasta.

in seattle for the weekend for foster family wedding extravaganza. thailand on monday. ly life doesnt suck. check it later.
love love love.
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Like Seattle, with cowboy boots.









Since my arrival in Texas, everyone has told me how much I will like Austin.  Stace made the above comparison.  I had six days off last week and so I headed the five hours north to the city they hope to "keep weird".  We spent an afternoon floating the river ala college life, complete with a bag of franzia and a cooler intertube.  Cowabunga, dude.  Afterwards, I was introduced to the infamous sixth street.  We spent the night ducking through crowds, yelling whoohoo, and chasing the after bar-night grease.  The night ended with a guy asking me for my email address.  I thought texting was the most non committal way to contact someone.  Again, wrong.  Perhaps even sadder is the fact that I gave it to him.... and was somehow even glad he asked.  Ew.  The live music capital of the world is now on my list to work in.  It gets longer every day.  At this rate, I will be a travel nurse for roughly twelve years.  See ya.
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Oh Danny Boy

High School Grad.  makes me old.  
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The Silk Tape Road: Deep in the Heart

I've been working in McAllen, TX for a little over a month now.  It should be of no surprise that I have thoughts.  
Upon first arriving here, I was blown away with the affluence of this area.  Beautiful sprawling homes sitting on lots of acreage.  You know how you can smell out money in a hot climate?  If the houses have second stories.  They aren't rich if they can't afford to air condition an upstairs level.  Well, many houses here certainly have second stories.  and third.  I was baffled.  I am definitely one to enjoy finer things, and I could not fathom why anyone with money would want to live here.  Honestly, ere I arrived, the dramatic fussface inside of me thought I would be living in a teepee on a field.  Upon further investigation, I learned that the wealth accumulated here is in direct relation to the not so legal career opportunities found across the Rio Grande River.  Now it nauseates me.  Everything I see here is now infused with the lingering essence of drug trade.  Ew.  I take an exercise class here three times a week, and you would shudder at the Botox nightmares that come.  The mind reels.  
You may recall my mentioning that this hospital I work for is doctor owned.  In order to have privileges to practice here, physicians must invest a minimum of 250k into the hospital.  This policy can result in one of two ways.  The first is that the MD's are so invested in their brainchild that they work to make it flourish to meet their med school dreams of saving the world and saving lives.  The second, and more likely, is that MD's (who are already prone to power trips) go haywire with entitlement.  I'm afraid I have more examples of the latter.  
The hospital, itself, is gorgeous.  Brand new, gleaming granite countertops, shiny fancy equipment, and large spaces.  Further evidence that appearances are deceiving.  While I have met many lovely people here that totally rock out like me, they are mostly TNW's, also like me. This place is lacking in joie de vive.  Perhaps it's the newness of the establishment or the lack of organization in its beginnings, but people are just not into working there.  My theory, is that it's lacking in relations.  I have already had a particularly nasty run-in with a physician that I have henceforth dubbed "Dr. Assface".  The doctors here are holy cow demanding, and damn childish about it.  Obviously, none of them had ever encountered me before.  I, by no means, will hesitate to slap a ho (if you will...).  You are free to have issues with me.  You, however, are not free to throw a hissy fit in the nurses station and expect me to have nothing to say about it.  This place has so much potential, but is dropping the ball like a pregnant teenager in high school.  I like it here, but I don't love it.  Thankfully, I can do anything for a few months and this non committal lifestyle means that I can nurse the crap out of the kids here and run off before I burn out.  
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FYI.

Basic itinerary for the summer**: 
McAllen until June 24th- fly home.
Jan and Noah's wedding extraordinaire, Thailand June 29th. 
Back Stateside July 17th.  
a week's RnR in the L-I-B. (lake of course!)
July 25th- fly back to McAllen for three days work.  
July 29th- fly back to Spokane for wedding a la Mrs. Andy Byrd Aug 1st. 
Aug 4th- fly back to McAllen for another five weeks of work while I find my next assignment!

**note:  God laughs when we make plans.  I know this.  
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17 forever.

I've a confession.  I really like to be in public by myself.  It's odd.  I don't really talk about it, usually.  I think this started when I first got my driver's license and discovered the thrill of being my own events coordinator, being in public whist being my own boss.  Liberation extreme.  I like pushing a grocery cart around by myself, I like sitting by the pool solo, I love riding the subway in NYC alone, and I like going to the movies alone.  This last habit started in college, when I was living in the proverbial sorority house and sometimes craved my own company.  I would go see whatever musical/pixar creation/imax documentation that I knew no one else would care about.  It's the perfect two hours to spend, not paying attention to anyone else but yourself and  whomever was starring in the feature presentation.  A few nights ago, I wandered to the local Cineplex in McAllen and decided to go see whatever was playing at 2200.  The result:
I rolled my eyes at myself as I sheepishly asked the prepubescent counter girl for one ticket.  She feigned indifference, but inside I am convinced she was judging me for being so old and so alone, going to see Zac Efron (isn't he jailbait?!) flutter his girlish eyelashes for an entire film.  
The verdict?  (I cringe as I type)  I loved it.   An entirely too far fetched plot line, horrible family dysfunction--including Oedipal tendencies, a rousing dance number, light saber choreography, Margaret Cho as sex ed teacher, ridiculous antics/themed costumes, and Matthew Perry.  Further evidence of my likely "Intervention"-necessary teenie bopper tendencies.  Will I ever mature enough to prefer Oscar nominees, indie documentaries and political thrillers?  I can't imagine, I like the schtick.

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All Opposed Say Neigh.








I've still never gotten over my parent's refusal to buy me a pony for the backyard.  Thankfully, I am now gainfully employed in the Lonestar State for five more weeks, where one might satisfy all equine cravings.  Horses on the beach doubles my pleasure and fun.  Tammy and I rounded out the day with a visit to the sea turtle rescue center to oogle over the little funny-finned fellas and a meal on the water.  Good Morrow, fellow earthlings.  

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A thought.





Do you think it's possible to become addicted to an activity by observation?  Some of the fellow travel nurse warriors (or the TNW's as they will henceforth be called) and I decided to explore South Padre Island this last weekend.  When we got there, we saw that there were kite surfers all gathered on the laguna side beach.  We chased them down and found out that there was some sort of kite surfing party going on.  Surfers from all over the world were gathered to compete and look pretty bad ass while flying through the air.  Apparently the object of the game is to jump the farthest between two floating markers.  They just FLY.  I was completely enthralled.  The girls and I are going to take lessons.  One of the cowabunga dudes told me that it's easier to learn than any other kind of surfing, and way more fun.  Schweeet.  Our day was upgraded to epic level when we hopped aboard the Fish Tale, a sunset dolphin watch boat.  I saw Flipper, I swear.  He says what up.  
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