NYC Part 1 (hopefully)

Wow, what an adventure I had during my 24 hrs in NYC.

My plane was actually on time. Thank You Delta!

Upon arrival I noticed that there were several of New York's finest waiting outside. But I thought, hey, September 11 happened here. Maybe this is normal. Not so much. I turned around to notice a man being cuffed just as he came down the stairs off the plane. Now that doesn't leave a girl with a good feeling.

But the days wasn't over. The Lord blessed me by giving me a West African taxi driver. He's been all over West Africa and had lived in Abidjan while attending school. My heart, at home. . .


in Midtown Tunnel, a little nervous about the speed

Once I arrived at the hotel I had another adventure. Let's just say me and the orange club chair in the lobby had some quality time. But, I did have my first celebrity sighting. You know the little annoying guy on the Princess Bride? The one with the lisp? Well, he was staying at my hotel!

Once I was settled in my room I headed out for a little sight-seeing.

First stop, Rockefeller Center.


noting too exciting-I think they are getting ready for Christmas


I forgot I should try not to look as stressed as I actually was.

Then, what else, another celebrity sighting-as I was walking down 49th the crowd drew my attention to a film crew for Sex and the City. Apparently SJP was there, although I couldn't actually see her for the crowd. So I guess it wasn't technically a celebrity sighting.

Next stop, Times Square. I wasn't really sure what to do here with no money to spend. So, I just wandered.





On my way back to the hotel, I saw a really special store. And you'll never believe I didn't go in. :(



Once I was back at the hotel I got to really enjoy my perfectly fabulous room. Oh, and my $34 room service cheeseburger!


if anyone is interested, they actually sell the mattresses and sheets used in the hotel??


this is for Ruthie


me and my Madison Ave view

And then, the excitement of today!


all dressed up with somewhere very important to go


for posterity sake

The trip back was fairly uneventful. A few Venezuelans proclaiming VIVA CHAVEZ! Some turbulence. And the lady next to me really afraid of small planes.

And now, some rest. . .

Being (mostly) Unemployed

During this time in my life that I like to refer to as being "mostly unemployed" (after all there is the hair salon and the temp job at the Nazi prison camp) I've had a lot of ups and downs.

There've been places I liked, but obviously they didn't like me.
There've been places I didn't want to go and should've listened to my gut.
There've been those who've told me I'm "no one special."
And those who have told me my "resume is amazing."
There've been traffic tickets, ice cream treats with friends, lots of prayer, lots of phone calls, lots of emails with job links, and lots of tears.
There've been times where all I can do is worry. And times where all I do is trust.
Lots of things I don't understand.

And then, the moments that take my breath away.

God Grew Tired of Us

If you haven't seen this film yet, put it at the top of your list. It's the story of several of the Lost Boys from Sudan who were chosen to come to America. In this land of opportunity each day was a new struggle for them.



Not too many tears were shed, but a very good story.