Fuji apple pear

I am indecisive.
I joke with my mom that it's genetic. I will usually leave little decisions up to Sobe bottle caps and fortune cookies. Today's fortune cookie told me that "my first choice was a the best choice." I then analyzed which undecided item I would apply this to. Which is stupid. So am I going to let cookies and bottle caps dictate my decisions for the rest of my life?? No. The shrugging shoulders ends here. I'll try harder at least. Oh, and Fuji apple pear Sobes are not a good choice.

The new mattress is phenomenal. I don't want to get out of bed. Goooood choice.

The first picture is of my awesome triplet brother. He is on a mission and I am so proud of him. It's so weird having a 1/3 of me thousand of miles away on a tiny island. He e-mails me the craziest stories. He is so generous and the people there must love him. He gives his shirts the islanders so they can attend church, his shoes were stolen, and anytime I ask him if he wants me to send him anything he asks for things that the investigators like. (There aren't many people on the island and I would imagine that he sees the guy who stole his shoes...) He's amazing!
The second picture is of the three of us. Do you think we look alike? We're so cute. Haha, seriously though.

Kami and I went for a refreshing swim tonight. Brett came too. I loved it. I love Brett and I love Kami and I love the water. There is nothing like stuffing your body into a slightly too small swimsuit and plunging into cold water. I somehow enjoy it all. It is my release.

I finally talked with the doctor about my MRI. He says there is nothing life threatening but it doesn't look normal. But then again, my leg isn't normal after having muscle removed. He said in a perfect world he could get me AND the MRI in the same room. So Monday I head back up to the doctor and hopefully we can get everything figured out. Hopefully. I keep having these terrible dreams where they have to operate again. I doubt that could happen buuut who knows.

While we're on the topic of my leg I have a little story to tell. I am so... Ah. I don't have a word for it! Sooo, I was at a friend's wedding and there were some family friends at a near by table. I sat down to chat with them and got on the topic of my leg. Of course I showed them my scar. One of the ladies said something to me that made my insides weak.
"Wow, Rachel!! That looks terrible! Aren't you embarrassed by that? I would definitely cover that up. Tights or makeup or something. That looks awful!"
My thought: Duuude. Seriously? Thanks. You're a let down.
I'm logging that comment away to be lost in the forgotten shadows of worthless remarks but it still stings. Some people think it's super cool. I'll hold on to the positive comments and glue them over the negative comments. Battle scar. My scar is looking a lot better. If I stand or walk for more than 10 ish minutes it gets pretty purple still. Fade please. Fade

I've been applying for jobs like crazy. I get a lot of interviews but the part of the interview where you tell the interviewer why you left your previous job is screwing me over. Having to tell interviewers I was fired isn't getting any easier. Sigh. Maybe I'll start my own business. Or maybe cure cancer. After that I'll solve world hunger. Yep. Self employed hero of the day. Get ready.

Tomorrow is a apartment looking, job hunting, Italian Job watching day. Time for bedtime yoga. I got Brett to do bedtime yoga with me. I liked it and he knows it.

Annnd maybe I just suck at blogging

My current events consist of the following:

• Making important decisions for the next step in life.
• MRI experience and still no follow up.
  
• The purchase of a new mattress today. Sooo awesome.
• The endless job hunting, complete with the necessary evil called interviews. (The last few have been a super confidence beater.)
• Sissy's wedding.
  
• Apartment searching.
  
• A bad haircut.
  

So my last few interviews have been a real let down. Today for instance, this guy was supposed to call me back. He didn't. No surprise. He wrapped up my interview by telling me that his next interview was with a girl that already worked for him and is familiar with the department that had an opening. Having to tell interviewers you were terminated from your previous job doesn't get any easier. I feel like it's screwing me over. I always replay the day I was fired and wonder if there was anything I could have done to prevent it. All I can come up with is, everything happens for a reason.
My sister's wedding was cool. Family came into town and I loved having them there.
My bad haircut looks like I was the victim of a little girl and scissors scene. My bangs are chopped. I'm pinning them back from a month. I have a long forehead. I miss my bangs.
I don't have anything nice to say. So I'm not goin to say nothin at all.
Until later...