I have an almost lethal onslaught of information that I’ve been storing up to unload on the blog.  Posts with tons of information in them are never fun, but for the sake of proper documentation, I am going to write it all out.  That being said, I’ll try to be as brief as possible.

Those of you who know me know that my promises to be brief are totally worthless.  Actually, I’ll ramble on as long as I want to.  Just like I’m doing here.

• We went on a little vacation.  Zack and I headed South with a couple of friends of ours for a long weekend at Camp Eagle, where we used to work.  We got to spend the weekend doing all the things that people assume that camp staffers do all the time.  When we worked there we were far to busy to really take advantage of the camp the way we wanted to.  It was fantastic to be in such a beautiful place, not having to spend any of that time in a dish-room.  On Friday it was so warm that after we got done riding bikes and kayaking, we all jumped into the sparkling Nueces River and it’s welcoming 68 degree arms.  The sun was so bright that we didn’t mind the cold at all.  I checked my pockets before I jumped in the river, trying to be careful not to damage any phones or iPods that I might have on my person.  That’s when I was reminded that the true freedom of vacationing there is the freedom from electronics; it is the freedom to jump in a river without worrying about what’s in your pockets.

• Mom and Dad were planning on watching Scout for us while we were out of town.  You all know this because that’s the reason why I was giving them baths last week.  Wednesday morning I had to take Cruz to the vet because an abscess that was hiding behind his left elbow had ruptured, leaving a circular hole in his arm that was roughly an inch in diameter.  It went all the way through the layers of his skin.  You could move it around and easily locate muscles, bones and other bits of anatomy in his little kitty arm.  He had to have a surgery to debribe the dead tissue and close up the hole; he has about 15 stitches from what I can count on his arm.  Before the surgery, we were planning on leaving Cruz home alone for a nice quiet weekend to himself, per his request.  He’s a real loner.  But since he had to go off and get hurt, we were forced to take him to my parents house where he had to suffer through a weekend of endless treats punctuated with daily antibiotics and not going outside.  Life was not nearly as rough for him as he would have had me believe on Wednesday night when we left him.  He walked around the house and hissed at everything (pianos, stools, cats, anything that had mass) to announce his pissed-off-ness.  Almost a week later, Cruz is totally fine and back to his normal, outside-playing, couch-dwelling habits.  He does tend to forget that I shove medicine down his throat every morning, though, and each day looks at me with a mild disgust after I squeeze the dropper of LIVE SAVING MEDS down his little throat.  And every day, I look at him and say, “WAH.”

• I still haven’t heard from TWU about their nursing program, but that’s still normal. We’re not supposed to hear anything back from them until the middle or end of this month.  In the mean time, we paid $400 to TCU to secure my spot in that program.  I am still in total shock that I am going to be in nursing school.  The shocks come in little waves as little bits of my life change as a result of this decision.  Big sale at NY&Co online?  Doesn’t matter, because I don’t have to buy ‘work clothes’ anymore.  At least not the kind you buy at NY&Co.  WEIRD.  I have a limited number of days-in-heels left.  I better use them wisely.  (editor’s note: in order to “use my days wisely” I decided to walk back to my car in my heels today instead of switching to my tennis shoes like I usually do.  This proved to be an unwise decision on all accounts, especially when you take into consideration the mid-workday hack-job I did on my toenails.  Note to self: ‘wisely’ does not equal ‘more often.’)

• After 4 months of getting about 1/2 of our mail (and the other half being returned to sender for no good reason that we could tell), I finally got to talk to someone at the Post Office who was willing to look for a problem.  After 20 minutes on the phone with an employee from our zip code, I found out that we have not 1 but 2 change-of-address forms forwarding our mail from our old house to our new house.  Zack filled out the form once, they scanned it twice, and for some reason that made every other piece of mail sent to our house get rejected.  It’s hard to think of other instances where 2 is not better than 1, and I still don’t truly believe that we have found the real problem.  I do HOPE that it was the problem, though, because if one more piece of my important, life-changing mail gets sent back-to-sender because there is “no such addressee” when I CLEARLY LIVE AT MY HOUSE, I am going to go absolutely ballistic on those guys.  And when I walk in the door, they are all going to moan and be like, “Her? Again? Can’t we just get her mail right so that she will stop yelling at us?”  And I will be like, “IN MY WILDEST DREAMS, BUDDY.”  Here’s a truth nugget for you: my heart-rate is up over 100 bpm just thinking about this.  The USPS gives me The Rage.

• And finally, more on the nerdy side of things, I ran across this video today about The Crisis of Credit Visualized.  It gives people like me, people who have no idea what any of this financial mess is really about, a chance at understanding the very basic concepts that underly everything.  Nevermind the educational aspects of it, the graphics are neat.