A series of unfortunate events...

There are times in life when you just need to step back and let things slow down before everything spins out of control. Unfortunately, these times usually occur when there is no time to slow down. The result is a series of unfortunate events, which, when occurring separately from each other most often is just enough to ruin a day or a situation. However, when these events occur sequentially the result can lead to one hilarious experience.

Here is the condensed version of the story...
Sunday afternoon, after a weekend of hosting I am finally on my way home. I left the GPS at RVR to avoid hearing the "make a U-turn" that I heard the entire way to RVR. After a few hours of smooth sailing the printed directions fail me and I have now clue where I am. The gas station man didn't speak English very well and just threw a map at me. That would have helped if I had had a fat clue where I was. A man who had walked in the store behind me told me where to go (I wasn't that far off track) and I was on my way again. Not five minutes after getting back on track the right front tire on my truck blows. (with all the bumping, thumping, smoking, swerving, and exploding that you can imagine would go along with a situation like that) After several phone calls with dad and the AAA people, all trying to figure out exactly where I am (because I really had no idea) the mechanic showed up and changed my tire and I was back on the road. A little over 8 hours after beginning my trip, I was at home.

Monday morning takes me to the airport with my sister on our way to Florida. We get to the airport with no problems. There are short lines and things are running smoothly until security check. I apparently looked like a terrorist. I don't know if any of you have ever been frisked in an airport, but it is an experience. One that I don't care have again.

The flight was good, Florida was good. We had a lot of fun on Monday getting a tour of Jason's ship and seeing the beach. On Tuesday we headed to Orlando for Sea World. I was really excited about this and really looking forward to it. Then we found out that because we didn't have military i.d.s we couldn't get in under Jason's free pass. (bummer)

So we went to Downtown Disney and walked around and explored. After a long day and a little bit of trouble getting our rooms we were finally checked in and ready for bed. Wednesday morning we decided to go to the Hollywood Studios Park. We got in! And then it started raining. So we ran around the park seeing cool things and watching sweet shows soaking wet and cold.

I decided that I was brave enough to try a ride that I was told was not that bad. It was inside and they said that it just went fast and didn't flip or dip. Lies. All of them lies. (Except the fast part, and the inside part.) Needless to say, it didn't go over well. But I did recover.

Then we had problems with the rooms. They changed them and then we didn't know where and we had to get our stuff because we had to catch our plane and they wouldn't give us the key..... craziness. We rushed to the airport. Got there on time and made the flight. (I even had time to change out of my soaking wet clothes.) We got in a few minutes early but there were problems with parking the plane and such that took quite a bit of time. (still not sure what that was all about) Then we had to run to catch our next flight that was 3 concourses away and at a different gate than they had originally said. We made it with like 10 minutes to spare only to find out that it had been delayed 30 min. We finally got on and got home around 11:30 pm. Exhausted. (and when I say Exhausted, I mean EXHAUSTED.)

What an adventure.