As a teacher who grew up with tons of teachers, we’ve come to a pretty solid conclusion that most schools are haunted to some extent. Even the brand new school in my hometown was creepy from day one. Personally, I started working at a new school this year and I’ve heard a few things. There’s a block of a few rooms…

Part of the reason I made absolutely sure I registered to vote (new county!) is that I get to vote against that jackass Farenthold. I just didn’t like him to begin with. I swear one of his signs I pass on my way to work was taken down today.

Last night I dreamed that my boyfriend had a secret wife and I found out when I went to his house to talk to him. Dream us got in a huge fight and broke up and I woke up at 3am upset and sad and betrayed. Took me a solid minute or two to realize it was a dream and then I went back to sleep again. Super weird.

We’re doing our first one of the year Friday. I teach kinder and am dreading having to ask those poor kids to sit quietly in the TOTAL darkness while someone rattles our doorknob and asks to be let in. I’m asking for permission to tell parents tomorrow, so they can hopefully talk to their kids before it happens and…

Yep. I was there earlier this summer with my family, and some of the people on the hikes were definitely not well prepared. I was also a little disturbed by the people taking their small children on the Cliff Palace tour...like, you do realize we’re climbing ladders? Up a cliff? A toddler can’t do that!

I was hiking to Delicate Arch this summer and completely dismayed by the number of people with one (sometimes not even full!) bottle of water for two people, people hiking in inappropriate gear, etc. Sure, it’s not a “long” hike, but it’s strenuous and already getting hot in early June.

One of my professors had a similar horror story. She was staying at a motel somewhere in West Texas (I believe) and woke up in the middle of the night. Thought the ceiling looked funny. Put on her glasses, turned on the light and it was roaches. ALL OVER.

The last time I had a (live) roach in my apartment, it managed to lurk at the top of my living room ceiling until I noticed it and whacked it with a broom, then it flew INTO MY BEDROOM, where I obviously had to hunt it down. Took me ten minutes to find and kill it. Thankfully, whatever bug spray they use here means I…

Nope! Good to know that it’s a problem in more than one airport...sigh.

I’m always reminded of sitting at my gate with some other kids from my university, waiting to fly home for Thanksgiving or Christmas, when one of the girls looked in her purse and pulled out the bottle of pepper spray she had completely forgotten wasn’t allowed...and so had TSA, apparently.

I played clarinet too, although once I hit section leader my sophomore year, I didn’t do as much playing as aggressively whisper-shouting at freshmen to get in a damn line. Woo, Texas marching band!

This one is rough. Like Crazy has been my go-to “I need to cry” movie for years and he was so good and believable in it. Tonight I’ll rewatch it and Charlie Bartlett. Dammit.

One time a dove flew into the grill of my car. There was a poof of feathers, and when I stopped I had to pry the rest of it off with a stick. So gross. But yeah, deer and hogs are the two animals I really worry about hitting. My friend hit a huge hog with his truck last fall and the repairs took forever and a day.

My physically and emotionally abusive ex just proposed to his girlfriend, and I wonder every time I see a post whether he treats her like he treated me. The only reason I’m FB friends with the asshole is because he checks in at places constantly and I never, ever want to run into him again. I can’t imagine he changed…

I catch kids sneaking Hot Cheetos/Hot Fries at least once a week. Come on, I KNOW your hands/mouth aren’t naturally bright red!

This Texan cooked bacon last night. In the oven. No mess! This seems messy. UGH TED CRUZ.

THIS. There are a disgusting amount of people sharing links from “Latinos for Donald Trump” on my Facebook and it makes me so mad. They spew prejudice and hatred towards us constantly and it astounds me that so many people find ways to justify it. I have one uncle who’s a Republican and he’s kind of a nutjob, but even…

Ugh, the jaw locking. My parents convinced me to have the surgery to (mostly) fix my TMJ when I was 16, and I’m grateful, but my jaw still does some weird stuff.

This is the best thing I’ve heard today!

When Noosa goes on sale I stock up, even though I know the next week I’ll pay the full price anyways. My fridge would just feel empty without at least two flavors at all times!