• 31Mar

    Do you ever find your job boring with little to no adventure? Have you ever wished that you could get out from behind the desk and enjoy the day? Have you ever wanted to add a little risk to your job that might be more than the risk of a paper cut? Ever wish you could strap propane to your motorcycle and drive around China to see how long could survive? If you answered yes to all of these questions then I have the perfect job for you!


    May I present the propane delivery guy. He is often strapped down with at least 4 tanks of propane and protected by a hardhat. I could understand trusting your own driving skills but when you live in China you never know what the other cars are going to do thats a crazy risk! What happens if you wipe out and tanks are opened and sparks are flying? Boom?


  • 28Mar

    What happens when you’re counting little piggies and one goes to the market, one stays home, then one eats the roast beef, then one had none and then one runs home, but then there’s still one left? ?

    I know a few posts back I posted about a little orphan with six toes on one foot, but I just wanted to write a little more about her. Xiao Yi (shh -oww then “e” like the letter name) and I have a really fun relationship.

    (picture removed for security reasons…)

    Our relationship started simply because she was one of the few kids who’s name I could actually remember! I suck at remember names in English but names in Chinese are like a hundred times harder to remember! So it was cool that her name was “Little Yi”. Simple. So because I could call her name it meant that I could be anywhere in the orphanage and call her and she would come.

    Now when I call her name this huge smile comes across her face and it just makes me so happy! We play chase and she loves to be throw into the air (and of course being caught). She is definitely one of the highlights about going to the orphanage.

    The other week I got to hold a not even one month old baby! So precious. These babies are so sweet and your heart just wants to adopt them all!

    So what happens when you’re counting fingers and then decide that having one less finger might mean that you don’t have to spend so much time counting them?

    Last week I had quite an interesting day. My roommate Rachel (my twin) and I decided to go home for lunch. We had a rather nice lunch and realized that we still had some time before we needed to head out, so we decided to do a bit of cleaning. Above our stove we have one of those fan things that suck up the greasy steam smoke that comes when you’re cooking (Chinese cooking involves pan frying or using a wok to cook everything so there’s a lot of smoke grease stuff). So this thing has these panel things to catch the grease and they were getting kinda gross so we decided to take them out and clean them. All was going great we were able to remove the panels, open them and start the cleaning process. Because they were so greasy I figured soaking them in hot soapy water would help the process along. As I’m flipping over one of the panels it starts to slip. Apparently in China it’s a good idea to make these things sharp so as its slipping I try to catch it. It’s about as smart as catching a knife. So slice. Oww. So I quickly grab my finger to help stop the bleeding. I am trying to tell Rachel what I need and I start to get dizzy. So I tell her I think I need to sit down for a second. I go to the kitchen table and ask for some water. But then that whole weird can’t hear, light head, pale face feeling is all around me. Rachel says that she turns around to get some more water and when she turns to give it to me I’m starting to slump out of the chair passed out! I hear someone calling my name waking me up from some weird dream. I immediately think that I’ve overslept for work and start to wonder why my alarm didn’t wake me up! Then I open my eyes to find her panicked face in my face and her hand holding my finger with a bunch a blood in her hand! It all comes back to me what’s going on and I ask how long I was out and she says just a few seconds. Yikes! So then I’m all nauseous and have a headache from all of the adrenaline that was running through my body. I get rid of my lunch and finally start to feel a little better. Luckily my mom had sent over a huge supply of band aids in one package and this last time I brought back Gorilla Tape (like Duct tape but better). I band-aid-ed my finger then covered it with tape to get the compression effect. Painful but so necessary (especially if I wanted to avoid going to a Chinese hospital for stitches!). By the early evening I was basically back to normal. But what a ride. It’s always an adventure here!


  • 20Mar

    For anyone who’s ever wondered what I’m talking about when I say children here have “split pants”.

    Also for anyone who wants to know why the “Asian squat” was invented. Who would want to sit on that chair next?


  • 19Mar

    In continuing with our “AMAZING baby” series…. We have Baby’s latest trick!

    Maybe not quite as dangerous as the baby on the car, but maybe it’s a prodigy baby! Go Baby Go!


  • 15Mar

    I don’t know if I’ve ever had quite the appreciation for the ability to read as I have in these past weeks. Literacy is just something that was never a question. I grew up being read to (whether I liked it or not) and then I went to school through college. So NOT being able to read was never really an option.

    But a situation here has really brought this whole thing into perspective.

    Imagine this:

    Growing up no one really cared if you went to school or not. Maybe you even quit school early so that your parents wouldn’t have to pay school fees for both you and your younger sister. Your parents never went to school so they can’t teach you much, nor are they really interested in teaching you whatever they know. They don’t see school things as life skills and therefore you’ve never really had any opportunity to learn to read or write. Even when it comes to writing your own name you don’t even know where to start.

    Fast forward to a point when you’re ready to start a new job. It’s in a bakery and your job is to operate the giant ovens. Your job is to properly bake the breads and cakes at the right temperature and for the right amount of time. You quickly realize that you’ve never seen this many different types of breads, cookies, cakes and things before. Before, this bread was just bread and cakes were just cakes. There were no fancy names to them! But now each bread item has its’ own rules and its’ own name! How on earth are you going to be able to keep all of them straight? You go to grab a paper to start writing down the instructions but how! You don’t know how to write words and too many of the breads are too similar to be able draw pictures! There’s a list on the wall that tells you exactly how to prepare all the different breads but it’s all unreadable to you.

    I couldn’t imagine how hard this could be!

    Just stop and think about how much you actually use your ability to read and write! From making a shopping list to reading a street sign to reading my blog! Reading really is everywhere!

    Just think about how limited your job options really become when you can’t read or write. But illiteracy really is something that can be fixed. Its a cycle that can be broken.

    So go out and read a book, the news, write an email to a friend. Enjoy the blessings of literacy. Because if you couldn’t read, then this picture wouldn’t have anything funny in it!



  • 14Mar

    All you Honda drivers, I just want to let you know that when you’re feeling maybe a little bummed that you went for the safe reliable option instead of going for the luxury pimped out vehicle, you know the ones that come with a shinny hood ornament that you can see every time you get behind the wheel to remind you of your coolness, there is now a solution!
    May I present the Honda hood ornament and all it’s glory.


    Doug I’m know after seeing this you NEED one for the crv. Who else needs one? Robert I haven’t seen the Malibu version yet, but I’ll let you know when I do!



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