Mexico. My home.

Hello.
T- Bluth here. Wanna know why my nineteen year old, single, childless self has decided to start my own blog? That's simple. It's because of this little thing that everyone and their dogs thinks is important... College.

I go to Cochise College. Never heard of it? Not shocked, or offended. Let me paint you a little picture. You know when you go on road trips to, let's say St.Geezy or Vegas or Cali if you're feelin it.. Those LONG stretches of desert where you can see nothing for miles on either side? Yeah, place a college on the side of the highway and that's where dummies like me will decide to go get an education.

It goes a little somethin like this:
1. A tiny hippie town called, Bisbee
2. Drive 25 miles and you'll see a cluster of buildings that somewhat represents a college.
3. Keep driving 10 more miles to the town of Douglas.
4. Drive 1 more mile and you're in Mexico.

I came down here for not only the luxurious living arrangements but for a soccer scholarship. Yeah, yeah I know, it's just a junior college but it's a start. My coach is named Dre. Short for Andrea. She's the most intimidating person you'd ever meet. Fortunately for you, you won't be visiting Hell anytime soon. I like my coach a lot. She cares a lot about your success and will do anything for you. BUT she resembles somewhat of a modern day drill sarg- if you will.

I didn't know that when I signed my contract, I'd be signing away my peace of mind. I'm not kidding when I say YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG. Dre WILL find out and you WILL be punished. There are these lovely things called "five & a halfs". When you screw up, you wake up at about 4:45 (just to be safe), meet Dre in the gym and be warmed up and ready to go by 5:15 for the worst, most painful, unmerciful work out of your life. Here is just a small list of the decisions you can make to earn a 5 1/2.

1. After our games we have to put our uniforms in the laundry. If your jersey or shorts are inside out.. Personal 5 1/2.
2. If any socks are inside out.. Team 5 1/2.
3. Not sitting in the front 3 rows of class. 5 1/2
4. Texting in class. Dre will purposely text you during class just to see if you'll write back. If you do, 5 1/2. Sneaky lil devil I'll tell ya what.
5. Not getting your progress report filled out. 5 1/2.
6. If you have a C grade or lower and you don't attend tutoring, 5 1/2.
7. Talk to a ref during a game, 5 1/2. (one girl on my team stood up and said, "what was that, ref?!" and recieved a 5 1/2 for a full week.
8. Referring an opponent as "Snookie" 5 1/2. (Haha that one was just funny and well deserved. We all saw it coming.)

It seems like my coach likes waking up at 5:15 nearly every morning, right?

If I were to go to boot camp for any military branch, I think I'd be able to handle it. Thanks, Dre.


Ok, so you know how I said that I live in the middle of nowhere? When you live in the middle of nowhere, it usually means that there is absolutely nothing to do. (hence, the blog). I can't even begin to describe the boredom my roommate and I share. Right now, she is sitting next to me reading her aunts blog. We're super rad. It's a Thursday night and we never have school on Fridays. So technically, it's the weekend for us and I'm blogging. Every weekend the athletes cross on over into Mexico to party at the clubs there. You park your car on one side of the fence.. cross through the border gate, walk one block and you're at a club titled "Hollywood". Nobody even starts to go to Mexico until at least midnight and they don't return home until somewhere between 4 and 6 am. Healthy? For sure.

I went to Mexico Halloween weekend. It's not my cup of tea. Standing in the middle a crowded, dark, smoky filled room, and not being in the mood to dance can really make for a great evening. It's really fun when older guys in probably their late 30's early 40's come up to you and ask you "como se llama?", grab your hand and insist on dancing. Not that I don't dig older men.. I just wasn't feelin it that Halloween evening.

I miss my family a lot. I recently went to Houston to watch Lanx's conference tournament with my parents. I wrote down a list of funny things that had happened that weekend. Most of the sayings came from my dad. We were talking about Mexico and he asked, "You went to a club, Tates?" -Me, "Yes, Wode." Dad, "Did they play music at the club?" Me, "No dad, it was a silent club." ha. ha.

Another funny thing that happened that weekend was, my mom, dad and I were at a restaurant called Fajita Flats. We had been there for maybe an hour. It was us and maybe three other people in the whole restaurant. My mom and I head to the bathroom and my dad waits by the front door while us ladies take care of business. As we're doing so, my mom whips out a measuring tape from her purse and starts measuring the garbage can. With a very concerned look on my face I ask, "Um, Mom?" her reply, "Oh, we need garbage cans like this in the temple and I need to know what size to get." haha While this is all happening my dad is still waiting by the entrance of Fajita Flats and the host walks up to him and says, "Just one tonight?" my dad, being the polite man he is replies, "Oh, we just ate, I'm waiting for my wife and daughter in the bathroom." If I were him I would be like, "Uh, no you idiot. We were here for an hour and ate your food and you refilled our drinks like 7 times." ANYWAYS we get to the car and my dad tells us this story. He then goes to say "People don't really notice me. I'm kinda just a fly on the wall." Me, "Aw dad, that makes me sad a little bit." Dad, "No, it's alright. I kinda like it. It's like I'm incognito."

I love my parents. :]

A few unrelated funny things that happened that weekend:
1. My mom decided to randomly punch my in the temple and claim it was a "love tap".
2. My parents have discussed downsizing to another house so I asked, "Are you thinking about downsizing still?" Dad, "Yes. Personally. Not house wise." (we got a good laugh outta that one.)
3. I am NOT a morning person. Something happened that I can't quite recall but I said, "DAD! I was half asleep!" his outstanding reply: "Life comes at ya fast, Tates. You gotta wake up for it." - Good one dad.

I think this enough for one post. I'm not sure what appropriate blogging length is but I hope this will suffice. I'm super excited to see my family this week for Thanksgiving! I'm also super proud of my brother Pete for graduating today as an official linguist for the U.S Navy and for getting engaged! BIG day for him.

Peace out.