Taking the plunge

6:54 pm: Cue clogged toiled

In my short 22 years of life I have taken for granted the men in my life. "Daaaaaaaaaad the toilet's clogged" or just blame it on the men who have been in the bathroom longer than it takes me to recover from a 12 hour shift, then they are required to take care of their own shit.

So this is a first for me, taking on the plunger by myself. It really is an art. Brice tried to walk me through it, "make sure you have a good seal". This means nothing to me because I haven't spent that much time getting a good view of the bottom of the toilet bowl. I always thought that the hole was a little slanted. So I went at it from that direction. Leg up on the bathtub, going to town on this throne. This only made a mess, which caused anxiety on my part. White shower curtain, white bath mat. Not so forgiving toilet material. Lord help me.

I got frustrating with Brice because the only thing he could tell me was make sure you have a good seal. Which obviously wasn't helping the situation, so I called home. No answer. Called dad cell. No answer. Called  mom cell. No answer. HELLOOO DOES ANYONE UNDERSTAND I'M IN A CRISIS HERE.

In the meantime I was planning out my next bathroom breaks. I can go to the bathroom in the shower because I won't have to have a "BM" (in medically correct terminology) for at least another day. I'll hold my fluids for tonight and hurry to work tomorrow to go to the bathroom early in the morning. I'll be at work for my 12 hour shift and then I hopefully will have enough courage to come back to this mess tomorrow night. I'm too embarassed to call a plumber. But props to them, man, because lord knows this is work!

Next plan: youtube. There has to be some good How To videos on this website. The first one started out with "You need to have a good seal" CLICK, next video. The next one told me to use dish washing soap and let it sit for a while to let it break down the clog. I may have patients but I don't have patience...that's what Brice is for :) but i'll try the dishwashing soap and then plunge. The product, one big soapy mess. At this moment in time, I'm drenched in sweat, praying to God the next video will be helpful. Then I found this beauty.

I'd like for everyone to watch this because it really does help watching HOW he does it! FAST AND HARD, just like CPR! I added some water to help with my soap bubbles but it did the trick!

Yay for being a big girl!

Wisdom

Just a few thoughts on my drive to and from San Antonio, TX to Duncanmerica.

1. Do not stop at the Shell at the junction of Hwy 20 and Hwy 281. I've never seen so many beetles in my life. I seriously would not get out of the car and drove by each pump to see if the millions of beetles favored a specific pump number. It is worth your time to do a U-turn to make your way over to the Chevron station whom you swore you'd never give another penny to (because I really do hate san antonio gas stations).

2. Suicidal bugs. That is what I'm calling them. Bugs don't just fall out of the sky into the top at your car going 90-to-nothing just because they didn't see a WHITE SUV. Seriously I thought I had hit a bird when the first one killed over. Millions of bugs, butterflies (tear), and any other insect you shivered at in the insect house at your local zoo. It is dead now. I have a windshield to prove it.

3. I left SA at 8pm at night. That time calls for deer. Lots of deer. I saw 13 deer, 1 possum, and a skunk within a mile. A quiet car, open road, and my voice at volume 100 belting "I will always love you", it gets you thinking...what if giraffes were as wild as deer are in America. I'd literally have an aneurysm if I saw a giraffe..munching..on the side of the road. Seriously, have you ever thought of it?

4. While driving home today, with no cost at all, I saw: cows (my fave), baby goats, llamas, donkeys, camels, and buffalo. This is why it is best for me to drive at night. Then I got to thinking, I've never seen a llama mount. Maybe I should add this to my bucket list.

5. I've come to the conclusion that as much as I talked crap on that dumb'ol small town, I really do miss it.

• Everyone wears cowboy boots, real cowboy boots, not the crap that the bedazzler threw up on. 
• Everyone knows how to two-step
• People talk in the thickest of thick accents, so different than Texas accents. 
• There is a braum's who puts up with my complicated order, but never gets it right. 
• The people in wal-mart are the STARS of "the people of wal-mart". 
• You go anywhere and see someone you know, could or could not be a blessing. 
• It is where I met Brice. The love of my life, in a bar, the only bar I might add. Where the bartender's knew everyone in our group by their first name...and still do till' this day, because the group makes up 90% of the people who are there every Friday for happy hour. 
• Where we spent our first 9 months together. Just a mile a part. So far from each other then when we had to go back to my house to grab my wallet that I forgot, or drop my car off before we headed out to dinner. Not realizing how close we were to truly defining "long-distance". 
• How simple my life was then. Getting up and going to school at noon. Being with some really great people at the hospital in town. One of the finest restaurants where Duncan-folk actually eat out at after church on Sundays...yes I'm still talking about the hospital

I think all I needed was a long drive by myself to gloat and think in silence

 Not to mention the great lengths of time I spent over at the Tullous' holding this little nug




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