I went to the Bahamas, and all I got was this blog post

FEELS SO GOOD TO BE BACK! I had an amazing vacation, but nothing beats that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach when you come home.  Now that I’m back, it’s time to share details and vaycay pics.

Day 1: I woke up extremely early to get ready for the flight, even though everything was packed and ready to go. We arrived at the airport about an hour before the flight, making sure we had enough time to go through airport security. I had gone to the hair salon the night before, and still had the bobby pins in my hair from the wash & set. The pins set off the metal detectors, so I had to go through a vigourous pat down by a burly female security agent 0_0. After dealing with that, I literally ran down to the terminals, to get to our flight. The hour flew by, and soon I was in the air. Landed safe and sound in MIA, and headed to the hotel.

The hotel was nice, albeit creepy. This was our hallway…

Every picture came out this way...

I guess you get what you pay for, and this place was definitely cheap as hell.  On the positive side, it was safe and clean; plus had a pool which we were in ALL day, EVERY day.

Day 2: After sleeping in and swimming all day though, it was time to see what Miami night life had to offer. After hair and makeup were done, it was time to hop in a cab to Collins Ave and get some food and drinks in our system.

Introduction to my hair

I've become totally obsessed with my hair. It wasn't intentional, actually I feel uncomfortable with long hair. Instead, it began as a purely philanthropic cause: donating my own "ethnic hair" to Locks of Love. And, maybe a challenge for myself too. Allow my hair to grow to my waist, just to prove I can. I started the process about 2 years ago, July 2008. I remember the rush I felt, logging onto hair boards and seeing black women sharing hair tips and advice, with no malice or jealousy. Lurking on hair boards gave me the quasi-support I felt I need. As a life-long natural who had NO idea how to tame my curly, dry 3B/C mane, I drank up all the product junkie Kool-Aid. I couldn't tell you how much time, money and effort went into my head (literally lol).

me, Halloween '08 *excuse the pouty face lol*

But, through it all I persevered. Two blonde dye jobs later, an (expensive) Brazilian Keratin Treatment and trial and error with my routine have gotten me right on track. My hair is about 1/2-1 inch away from bra strap length, and people are coming to me for advice about their tresses. From time to time, I'll be sharing my practices with you. Hopefully, someone out there will be inspired to take control and better care of their hair.

*blog post on how I cleared my acne in the works =]*