Regret is a strong word—to want to take something back is the strongest wish imaginable, but one that Addy found herself hoping for desperately.

She had awoken that morning with a sense of purpose; she was leaving everything she knew behind to follow the man she loved. As dusk fell, though, so did her hopes; her secret plan had been discovered, thanks to a single sheet of paper.

Never underestimate a mother’s intuition—it’s what drove Addy’s mother to search her room that morning. Granted, she wasn’t exactly sure what she was looking for: a diary, a token … anything to explain why her daughter just wasn’t the same. After a few minutes of gentle prodding, between two books on the shelf by the bed, a note curiously fell to the floor. It was everything and nothing she needed to read.

Sorostitutes. Party girls. Sluts. With stigmas like these, why would anyone want to join a sorority? Ever since I was young, those stereotypes were drilled into my head. I had goals and ambition; why would I want to degrade myself to be liked?

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putting cat poo (with clumping litter on it) down the toilet simply doesn’t work—it will only expand and harden in your pipes.

Unfortunately, I cannot lay claim to this auspicious find; the discovery is credited to a guy I work with. He learned that if kitty litter DOES go down your toilet, the following will most certainly occur:

• get stuck
• expand
• cause an overflow of toilet water onto the bathroom floor
• incite a panic not like any other you’ve experienced

Instead of taking the time to properly empty the litter box, he scooped the clumps into the commode. As he tried to flush it away—thinking all poo is potty-friendly, hah!—he watched in horror as the water began crawling up, and up … and over!
 
His own fast thinking had him pouring drano (it breaks up hair, not pseudo-cement) and scooping it out (it had hardened by then) before good ol’ google handed him a solution:

1. take dish soap and squirt five, hard times into the toilet bowl
2. plunge until the suds are practically overflowing
3. let it sit for 5-10 minutes
4. get a big pot of hot (not boiling) water
5. hold it at chest height and dump into the toilet. This causes an intense pressure force that will push the broken up kitty poo down the drain.

Sounds like a hassle, eh? Well, most reactions to stupid actions are.

LOL, I love silly co-worker stories … tell me one of yours!

Oh, and Happy Monday!!

I was second in line at the light when I saw the cop pull up. He was waving the opposite side of traffic to go; I figured the lights were broken.

But then, they changed.

                               And again.

                                               And again.

He was only allowing one side to go. With a line of cars were growing behind me,  people began stepping out of their cars to yell and scream at the lone police officer. 

I have to admit, I was getting a bit frustrated myself. I sat there for over 15 minutes while only one side of traffic was being waved on. Come on, already! I’m a busy girl with places to go and things to do!

And then the cop moved. He still had the other three lanes blocked, but the fourth—the one he was waving—was completely clear. Then I see the flashing lights. “Is there a parade today?” I thought.

Yeah. Kinda.

It turns out that it was a funeral procession for a fellow police officer. That man won’t get to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner with his family next week. He won’t get to be stuck in traffic. Ever. He won’t get to go to that meeting, or shop, or work ever again.

*silence*

After the procession had passed, I drove away, grateful to be alive. The world became a little brighter that day, despite the overcast skies. Rest in peace, good sir, and thank you for the reality check.

Hold your family a little tighter and love them a bit more; you never know when it’ll be your last chance.

Sorry it took so long to get these up—it’s been beyond crazy the past two weeks … better late than never, eh? (Read about the awestastic weekend here)

Things you’ll see:

• driving into Houston
• the Houston Zoo
• our BEAUTIFUL hotel room
• a night out with fellow xangans
• Sunday morning on the 24th floor
• driving into Dallas

… enjoy!