I'm Vicky Nguyen. I'm not the only one, but I'm the one who scored the URL back in the 90's. Thanks Brother-In-Law Mike. You were so forward thinking.
I have a baby. Only she's a lot older and has much better hair than pictured above. She inspired this blog.
I'm in the 11th year of my career as a TV news journalist, and my husband just started his first real job putting people to sleep.
I decided to start my site so I'd have a place to get personal and unvarnished. Because there’s nothing like telling your ultra private husband who refuses to be on Facebook or MySpace or any network of a social nature, “I’m gonna blog about our sex life after having a baby” and watching him choke on his yogurt.
Yep, he's glad he married his high school sweetheart.
The Back Story:
I was born in Saigon, Vietnam. My parents fled the country in the dead of night on May 4, 1979. After two days, two nights, and a Thai pirate attack on the open ocean, our 40 foot boat landed on the coast of Pulau Bidong, Malaysia. We stayed in a refugee camp there for 14 months. I learned to walk on the beach and I wore crotchless pants because “elimination communication” wasn’t just a crunchy granola lifestyle choice. My parents were boat people who survived some serious shinola to give me a better life. And now they have no clue I’m writing about them.
A family in Eugene, Oregon sponsored us to America. And thus began my love affair with Cabbage Patch Kids, Hello Kitty, and Happy Meals, along with pho, mung bean dessert, and xi muoi, all the makings of a Vietnamese-American childhood.
After growing up in Eugene, Reno, San Jose, and Santa Rosa, I went to college at the University of San Francisco. Not because we’re Catholic, but because they offered a kick ass academic scholarship, making it cheaper to go to a private Jesuit school than to Cal. I also got rejected from Stanford. Apparently they didn’t want another Asian pre-med kid. Which is their loss, really, since I turned out be an Asian TV reporter. VERY original. Screw you Stanford. I’m not bitter.
I moved across the country for my first television job at Central Florida News 13 in Orlando. 2000 miles from my family and my Future Husband. Career-wise it tested my mettle. I was a “one man band.” I shot my own video on a 20 pound DVC Pro camera, carried my own 15 pound tripod, and gritted my own teeth politely every time someone looked at me pitting out and trudging along in the birthplace of O-Town and said, “Wow, that looks heavy. How does a little thing like you carry all that?” My favorite was when people yelled “Hey, it’s Connie Chung,” when they saw me with my camera. Seriously, Florida is more dated than you think.
Relationship-wise, it was almost a dealbreaker. It was a relationship tested in the ancient times B.C. Before Cell phones. Just good old landlines. Yes kids, they were actually connected to the walls at home! With a 3 hour time difference. To the young reporter hopefuls who are wondering what it’s like to be in a Long Distance Relationship: it SUCKS BALLSACKS.
I became the Biggest Little Reporter in the World when I moved to Reno. Where I could, and did, play the slots during my shift. The 150 bucks I won with my photographer Jeff is still the biggest jackpot I’ve ever hit.
I will always remember the night I came home from work at KOLO-TV in Reno and saw the flashing light on my answering machine. I hit the play button and heard “Hi, this the news director at FOX10 in Phoenix. Saw your tape at Talent Dynamics. Wondering if you would be interested in coming to Arizona...” Midnight phone call to the Future Husband, who was deep asleep but woke up long enough to say "Phoenix???". Looked up flight times between San Francisco and Phoenix. Called the news director back and spent 3 years working weekends, and learning that I do, in fact, have horrible B.O. when I wear synthetics in 120 degree weather. Even when it’s that ‘dry heat’ people like to chirp about because they don’t want you to know that Phoenix is really Satan’s lounge. But it’s a fun lounge. With every chain store and restaurant and parking spaces galore! Met some of the best people I’ve ever known in this business at FOX10.
Then it was time to come home. I started as a freelancer at NBC Bay Area when it was NBC11 back in 2007. Somehow the stars aligned and they were spellbound into hiring me full-time. I now work as a special assignment reporter for the 11pm newscast, occasionally making guest appearances on our other newscasts, and our Comcast 186 cable channel at 7pm.
P.S. This is my personal blog, and is not affiliated with NBC Bay Area or any other employer past or present. Now if that sentence doesn't shield me from a lawsuit, I don't know what does.