Bring It On: Houston

So I toyed around with what I was going to write for my first post. I didn’t want to do some stupid “Hey this is me! This is my blog!” Clearly this is me, clearly this is my blog and I am sure no one really cares at all. So instead I thought I would devote this post to something more deserving.

I recently moved to Houston for my job slash for my personal sanity. My sanity had no idea what it was in for. My job is in a place called The Woodlands which is about 30 miles North of Houston- I decided it was in my best interest to live in the city and commute to work since The Woodlands is suburbia of all suburbia.

I thought learning to drive in and around Atlanta had “schooled” me on traffic, interstates, HOV lanes, brake lights and just all the crazies that are out on the roads. And I wouldn't really consider myself a "defensive driver" in fact I am pretty sure if my Driver's Ed teacher rode with me today he would have a heart attack in the passenger's seat. Yeah I would definitely file myself in the "offensive driver" category.

But after moving to Houston I felt like Hayden Panettiere in the latest of the “Bring It On” movies (yes I’ve watched them all, please judge) when she thinks she this badass cheerleader and then HOLD UP her rich snobby family moves to the ghetto and she gets schooled by Beyonce’s younger, prettier and just as marginally talented sister.

I know nothing. These people are crazy. They stop for no reason (except maybe a hill? isn’t this state supposed to be flat- the hills still throw people off) They brake all the time- ALL THE TIME. No one turns on their lights when it’s raining (pretty sure that is the law) and speed limit signs are just for looks. Oh and blinkers, what blinkers- my car has blinkers?????

Needless to say I have been learning the ropes of H-town traffic- countlessly getting passed while going 80 in heavy traffic (guess it's not fast enough). Hopefully soon Solange will let me back on the squad. Until then…

Oh and currently judging: the three dudes I just saw in the hot tub at my complex while I was checking the mail. Dudes shouldn’t get in hot tubs unless chicks or major sports injuries are involved- right? Ha.