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Hey bloggy people! Let me be the first to apologize for the dry spell my blog has recently undergone. Believe it or not, I think right now is honestly the first time since kamp that I have had more than 5 minutes on my hands!

Today is the ending of a long and highly dreaded sorority work week...the Greek sorority chapters at aTm spend this entire week, until the PNM's (potential new members) walk through our doors on Monday, preparing for recruitment. The days are long and exhausting! We arrive at the Theta house at 9 every morning and aren't released until 5...after that I have an hour before being back at the house at 6 to practice our skit for 3 hours. Phew.....

Anyway, the dreaded transition from kamp to sorority central that I assumed would be terrible has proved to be much smoother than I anticipated! I have recently been reminded why I chose the sorority I did when I went through recruitment myself just last year. The girls are great and are an awesome Christian community at school! Who gets to say that their sorority spends the Sunday before rush praying for the girls about to go through? I do :)

So I'm about to get to the punch line...my trip from Dallas to College Station to move in

Ok we leave my house at 9 am on Saturday. Were we supposed to leave at 8? Duh. I'm in my car behind my mom who is driving my Uncle's truck we borrowed to transport my furniture. So we're like 20 minutes into the drive on highway 45 and all the sudden I watch my new couch slide out of the bed of the truck my mom's driving in front of me, and by the grace of GOD it rolls perfectly into the median. I should have been FREAKING out...I mean one wrong move and I could have run straight into it, or had to dodge it, but I pulled over as if I was expecting it.......I must have been drugged that morning or something. Anyway, I call my mom and I'm all, "You know the couch fell out?" She's all, "THE COUCH FELL OUT?!" Y'all, she had NO idea! So she turns around to meet me where I am. Mind you, we're on the highway so a "turn around" is no quick thing. 15 minutes later I see her in my rear view mirror getting closer...I keep watching her...I watch her get closer....closer...and finally, I'm watching her from behind because SHE DROVE PAST ME! I call her. I'm like, "Mom, you passed me." She's like, "I know, I couldn't cross all the lanes of traffic." So 30 minutes later there she is again, but thankfully I'm watching her pull over this time. She tells me not to get out of the car, so I'm watching her in my mirror get out and try to maneuver this large couch by herself. (Side note: my mom is quite wee...the couch is not) Not too long after, this man and his son pull over to help her. (Again, I'm still sitting in my car because I'm not allowed to get out)....but then I do get out. This sweet man has gotten the couch back in and is now tying my couch to the truck with this straw rope that is snapping while he's simply tying it, and I know it ain't good. Just as they're about finished, my dad pulls up. Sweet! He'll have something to secure it! So I ask him where the rope is......he informs me that he didn't have any rope, and I begin wondering if he has come to the scene of the fiasco to scratch my back. But thrifty Steve pulls out a..............waist belt. And BELTS my couch to the truck. Cool. My couch is now makeshift harnessed to the truck with snappy rope and a belt. Me and Karen take off again and soon pull over to fix this. We buy some bungees at a gas station, cross our fingers, and hope for the best. 10 minutes later, she calls me and says, "Bethany...if this couch falls off again...just drive around it- we're not saving it again." I laughed my head off and then called some people to tell them the story.

The couch made it to College Station, only suffering two minor scratches. Miracles really do happen every day...Anyway, I need to do another entry soon because so much as happened since my last one. I'll give you some pictures of my cabin 11 girls :) But for now dear readers, I hope you enjoyed a typical story in the life of me. Remember....never save a couch more than once