Life3- Follow the red brick road

I legit had my mom walk in the street to take this picture for me. If i'm this embarrassing of a person at 23, can y'all imagine what future Hell I'll unleash on my poor children?

Y'all. Clinton is SAHHWEEET- Granted, I've only spent 2 days there.

It will be such a stark transition from NOLA to Clinton. I love it. Don't get me wrong, I love New Orleans and that I had the experience of living there but it did allow me to realize that I'm definitely more "at home" in a small town atmosphere. This Mississippi town reminded me of the place I spent the first 7 years of my life in (Magnolia, AR). There is a Main St, a downtown that consists of four corners, and a bakery. That's all one really needs. The one notable way that Clinton one-ups Magnolia is that they have a stand alone coffee shop. Nobody should be surprised that this was the first stop.

Simple name and simply the bomb diggity

SIDENOTE:

Can we take a quick second to discuss a typical brooke's life scenario? K, cool.

As Momma T was just getting to eastern LA for our anticipated road trip, I left my apartment to go meet her at a cousin's house. Not two blocks from my place did a curb absolutely personify itself and proceed to grow spikes, jump under my car, and completely dagger my front passenger tire. UGH, CAN YOU NOT?!

For those of you not familiar with New Orleans, the safety factor can vary greatly block by block. My poor car took a knee about one block from the debatably worst-block but on an okay-block. If I could think of another word for "block" right now I'd go in a switch a couple of those out so that when you are reading it isn't just block block block block, but alas. My apologies. To keep things concise, finding a donut for my car has been a family discussion for the past six years bc, for some odd reason, a spare did not come with my car when it was purchased. The crazy awesome things is, even though this is a misfortunate happening, it was in a very fortunate matter. Not only did I not need a spare tire for the past six years, but when I did...

• i was in a relatively safe area

• it was daytime

• my mom was ten minutes away

• it wasn't raining

• it wasn't super cold

• i wasn't on my way to be officially knighted by the queen

• i was able to get to the side of the road

• i wasn't on an interstate

• i was able to either use intuition or somehow remember what my dad taught me six years ago about how to change a tire

• my mom's spare tire fit my car.

• some nice guys in a truck had hand wipes after it was all said and done

• i felt like a boss-ass-bitch when i changed that tire. Can I say that on here? I mean, I guess I can. It's my blog right? Executive decision made. It's staying. The ghetto-fab side of my personality must also be represented.

Overall, our road trip may have been stalled for a few hours but it was taken care of relatively pain free. I feel as though this could have easily been taken as a sign to not go on this road trip or we could've both been very upset over it, but we were so grateful for the circumstances in which it happened and thanked baby Jesus repeatedly. Positive vibes. I'm a fan.

lesson of the day: mom and I are hardcore.

stupid curb

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all fixed!

REGULAR NOTE:

Not only did I have coffee (elixir of life) at "cups" but I also met my future roomie there! With a friendship beginning with coffee, can it really go wrong? But fa reals, I think we will get along great and can't wait to move in to our little duplex. Momma T and I then left for our tour of campus wherein I learned that MC's table tennis is number one in the state....maybe the nation? brb imma google it.

hawt damn they are number one in the nation.

Is it bad that the single thing that comes to mind when I think of table tennis is Forrest gump, "When I was in China on the All-American Ping Pong team, I just love playing ping-pong with my flexolite ping pong paddle.

Gotta represent

After our tour ended, quite literally the moment we finished our tasks for the day, we witnessed two people - each carrying three puppies.

mom looks at me

i look at mom

mom and brooke stand up and follow puppies

This was meant for students going through finals, which neither of us were obviously a part of, BUT nobody kicked us out so HEY. Funny thing is that It's my Dad's bday in a couple days so what a perfect present for him (me), right

After peeling ourselves away from the puppy party we went to eat at a place called 303 wherein we bewildered our waitress by asking what a "brown sandwich" was. FYI it is a hot roast beef poboy but without the poboy part and just white bread. These crazy Mississippians, I tell ya. OH also, they call "license plate numbers" your "tag number". I feel like I'm blogging about another country all over again...sigh.

We then blew that popsicle stand and left for Jackson....wait that reminds me...y'all I'm giggling so embarrassing-ly to myself right now. Okay you may not believe me. Except Mallory, you may believe me, only bc you've probably dreamt of this. So this tiny town that doesn't even have a shopping mall has two "gourmet popsicle stores". They have stores that sell fancy, individual popsicles. Our tour guide was telling us of this one strawberry-mint-julep that is really popular. Mind you, It was 40 degrees and in December and this store was open for business. This is a different type of people y'all. The legitimate only person I know who would be a patron of such an establishment is named Mallory and is aforementioned. Mallory, you may just be living in the wrong city. All your friends are over there.

Who knows? Maybe, in a year, I'll have a blog post of "Brooke's top five fav popsicles" but until then i'll keep my "wuuuttttt" expression in full gear.

P.S. we found more puppies at a PetsMart and this

little girl was about 3 seconds from being my new

adoptive child. Making adult decisions is for the birds.

12/9/16

#Life #Mississippi