Independence Day

I'm absolutely jazzed today - I got a chance to talk to my brother who had tons of good news to share with me, as well as some pointed jabs about me and my future travels (there is a reason that I am a younger sibling) but at least I still love him! And I talked with my absolutely adorable nephew who told me all about the bad dog that tried to bite him and how she had to go into time out (it was the house pet, Brandy, and she did not actually try to bite him - she was just super excited and jumped up!!!! Guess when you're a shortie even little things can seem that threatening! Smile.....)

After that, it was out into the eighty degree and rising weather with the chance of thunderstorms (no, not practicing for a job as a weather announcer but want to point out that it was slighlty humid and moist) to walk cam and go get some passport pictures taken. But of course, the hair that took me about an hour to style into a straight, glossy mass of beautiful turned into a voluminous, curly sort-of-fro in about five minutes outside. So, my hair in the pictures is slightly puffy and all wonky (my fav word of the week - some of my students even used it in their stats homework! sucking up to teach, no doubt!) but it should look better than the usual pulled back, un-face framing look I normally sport. After all, if I have to keep travelling, the pictures should at least be semi-decent. You want to have an idea of the possibility, right? Smile.

And now I get to hang out with a friend, find out what has been going on since last I saw him, and catch "Transformers" on the big screen!!!!! I am excited about catching up with my good friend, but I'm not going to lie.....I have been salivating over this movie opening and the only reason I did not go on opening night (yesterday) was because I spent all of my day meeting with students and teaching and running errands and I was so wiped out by five, that I just wanted to crash and watch very very bad telly (or maybe an apt description is "train-wreck telly" - I was watching America's got Talent and as fun as it is to see the good acts, it's the ones that are just too horrible that really make my day!). So now I am off to see it this afternoon and completely psyched. I know it will be good. I, in fact, don't doubt that it will be awesome from all the trailers I have seen and I can't help being completely geeked out about seeing my toys (okay, not mine but my brother's but again, younger child syndrome) brought to life. Long live the eighties, right? If the fashion can come back into style, why not the fun?