Back from vacation. And it was awesome.

The cruise was the best part. We went Jet-skiing, hung out on Disney’s private island, and saw a little of Nassau. We ate great food, saw great shows, and generally enjoyed that whole thing.

We also enjoyed that land part of the vacation, although it was much more tiring (all four parks! Yikes!). The Disney resort was pretty cool… we stayed in Port Orleans – French Quarter.

Now I’m back and work, and super tired. But. This week is a short week (yay!) and even shorter for me, since I’m taking Friday off to go to a wedding (double yay!).

Did anyone see CSI last night? omg. I was totally not expecting that. Until about 15 seconds before it happened. I mean, I knew going into it that something would happen. But I didn’t expect that. For the record, I’ve always hated that guy, ever since he played a child molester on Without A Trace. I couldn’t believe they made him a recurring character on CSI. I wonder now, did they plan this? Or did the writers one day say, Oh look, we can really screw with the story if we do this?

And there won’t be any resolution to any of this until the new season. I mean, I know what happened. But I’d like to know what happens after that.

Sorry this is so incoherent. I’d like to say more, but can’t say more without spoilers. *sigh*

My seester is in town. Yay!

I have this problem. See, I like Houston. I mean, I don’t like the traffic, or the stupid-head drivers, or the fact that only like, five restruants have sweet tea, or the fact that I’m like, 11 hours from family. But I don’t really mind Houston, all in all.

My hair, on the other hand, hates Houston. With a fiery passion. Take for example, this week. Tuesday, I got my hair cut. Awesome haircut, looked great when I left the salon. Went to dinner, hair looked great. Next morning, I shower and – in an attempt to recapture the look I had leaving the salon – I blow dry and flat iron my hair. With product. That is supposed to deal well with humidity. I get it looking mostly ok (still not as good as the salon, but workable). Then I step outside. I could literally fell my hair swelling. Seriously. By the time I got to work, I looked like a country singer. From the 80′s. Every time I caught my reflection, I thought of River Tan’s reaction when she saw Shepherd Book with his hair undone. I’m not sure whether to laugh, or be afraid that my head will implode form the weight of the hair.

Today hasn’t been much better. Maybe my hair is dry or something? Or maybe I’m not using enough product (I’m using Paul Mitchell something that’s supposed to combat the frizzies)? No idea.

Yay! Fun stuff is happening! and more is about to happen!

1. Went to a graduation party this weekend for Dr. Sarah Nagel. Who’s dad is now the Faculty Senate President at State. So we spent a lot of time catching up on the real story of what’s going on at State (not the nice, clean, daffodil-drama-free story that I get in the alumni newsletters). Fun times! And best of all, Sarah might not be moving far away from us (yet, at least)! While we were there, my mom called to tell me that…
2. My sister is coming to visit me this week! She’s flying in Wednesday, and flying out on Sunday, which is the same day we leave for our…
3. Disney Vacation! Cruise and theme parks! As grown-ups! Yay! and a couple of days after we get back, we get to leave again because…
4. William is getting married! So we get to travel to The Coast and see old friends and stuff. I love visiting old friends, so we’re doing it again in late June or early July when…
5. We meet Richie and Angela in Orlando to go to Universal for a couple of days. But, it gets better than that. They just got engaged, so…
6. We’ll be traveling to Seattle for their Wedding in November!

So much travel! It’s crazy! But yeah, it should be fun. Sometime in all of this, we might have to think about going home to visit our parents…

I would never, ever, be walking along on day and suddenly realize that it might be possible to use a human head as a bong. Who thinks of this stuff? Regardless of who thinks it up in the first place, exactly what kind of person would think that it was such a good idea that they would then go to a cemetery and dig up a casket to procure the aforementioned head? I mean, really.

This is officially the oddest thing I’ve read in a while. And I read some pretty weird stuff.

I am totally the queen of burning bridges. I’m just saying.

Sometimes I know that I’m burning them. I say to myself, “Self, if you do this thing, you will probably forever change this relationship. Are you sure you want to do it?” This isn’t always a bad thing. For example, I burned a lot of bridges when I got married. But since I hopefully won’t be traveling those same paths… the burned bridges are more or less irrelevant.

Sometimes, though, I have no clue what I’m doing. I blunder blindly through, assuming that I should actually speak my mind for a change. And then, when I’ve spoken my mind and I’m watching the last of the smoldering embers go out, I say to myself, “Self, WTF? How did this happen? You are totally never allowed to speak your mind again!” Which of course, never actually works. The reason it never works is that one time out of a hundred, speaking my mind actually makes things better. Or makes someone’s day better. Or, at least, makes me feel better. And, always the eternal optimist, I forget the other ninety-nine times that I screwed up and cling to the one time I made a difference.

I wonder if my Karma balances out?