Right Back Where We Started From

Alright, well it is time to admit one of our guilty pleasures. Teen dramas. From Dawson’s Creek to Gilmore Girls, One Tree Hill to our newest find, The O.C., we seriously eat them up. How could you not?

Thanks to TV on DVD (one of the greatest inventions in the world, even better than precooked bacon or the Chia Pet…but not better than The Clapper. That thing is awesome.) we are able to have all 27 episodes of the first season of The O.C.

And I have come to realize that my life really is The O.C.

Okay, okay. I know you are all laughing at this point. Thinking I am over dramatic, as usual. But I am serious. Somehow, I think all the drama of a YSA ward could make a darn good series. Heck, I would watch it.

The making of a teen drama has the following groups of people:

1. The couple. Just their story alone would make a great TV show. They are perfect for each other, well except the fact that his best friend hates the girlfriend, and well, she is in love with someone else. But other than that, it is great. Will they stay together? Stay tuned.

2. The best friends. They have all the same interests. Love the same movies, books and their music collection is identical. The finish each other’s sentences, and spend every waking minute together, so why aren’t they dating? Oh that’s right, because of character #3.

3. The other corner. What good show is complete without a love triangle? Heck, what group in life is complete with a nice trifecta? This time old story never really seems to be boring. The other corner is the girl that he has loved forever and never really given up hope for. But what about the best friend? She is just so perfect. Who is this poor guy going to choose? But we all know how this one usually ends, him dating some outside girl that comes out of nowhere. Leaving the rest of the triangle confused and usually plotting revenge. Good luck.

4. Lastly, The Fringe (Besides being an awesome name for a band, my favourite characters.) The Fringe just shows up for the occasional funny story or crazy plot line. Maybe one of them is a stalker, but others might rap into a cup. Usually a good story follows the Fringe wherever they go.

Throw in a theme song that is stuck in your head all day, some eye candy for guys and girls and you have a hit show on your hands, or else just day to day life.

Here’s to:

AMA—kinda like going to the emergency room, it is never for me. So my friends should really thank my parents for renewing my membership every year.

The Bank Guy—Yup, you are a bit of a nerd, but still fun to talk to. Stop asking me out on quasi dates though.

One More Try---After this, I promise it is really over. So good luck.

Same Story, Different Players (Ain't That The Way It Always Ends?)

Things I have learned:

1. Assumptions just leave you feeling stupid.
2. All forms of communication are futile.
3. Situations are never going to be different.
4. Sometimes it is better to come in fourth rather than third.
5. Somehow, it is easy to justify time wasting.

Alright, on with the blog. It is so wonderful to think that it is Friday again. The long weekend was just that…long. Full of heartache, sadness, goodbyes, weird couples, weirder situations and a new car.

Not much has been going on in my world this week. We said a sad goodbye to Keely. We are all at a loss. But thanks to Keely, we know we should never trust robots, and all about a gay boy named Shannon and a planet full of unicorns. What are we going to do without her? Seriously?

Brent and Jen came for the weekend. Thanks for all the fun. Sorry about me. Is there a better way to golf than speed golf?

We went to see Shrek the Third last night, and well here is my review. I know you have been holding your breath all night to hear what I thought.

Meh.

Maybe I am just not happy with anything, anymore. But I think had I been left up to my own devices and not sucked into The Holiday-esque tactics I had been hoping for,(which if course, of course backfired.)I don’t think I would have attended this screening.

I am tired of watching movies. Somehow, we seemed to go from no movie watching, to watching every thing that swings by our theatre. Plus, I am tired of going early. Boo. I am driving next time.

Alright, sorry for the non-funny, highly uninformative blog. I leave you with one thought.

Oregano is the spice of life.
Henry J. Tillman

What Would You Do With A Dead Monkey?

Well, if you can believe it, I started this post on Monday, and now on Friday, I am finally finishing it. For reasons unknown, it was very difficult to get the 181 post out. So please put away your high expectations of this entry. Five days of thinking about what to write does not a better blog make.

Happy and enjoyable long weekend to one and all. I have come to learn that I really hate long weekends. There is pressure on a normal weekend to do something grand and exciting, but the long weekend cranks that up a notch.

You can’t come back to work on Tuesday and explain that you just spent the last four days sitting around your house. Isn’t the point of the weekend to take it easy after a hectic week at work?

And we wonder why our generation is so tired. (Well it could also be the fact that we haven’t gone to bed before midnight, since…uhm…birth.) I digress.


Last weekend, we went to watch Spiderman 3. *Quasi Spoiler Alert*

Now I should start out by stating that I never did see Spiderman 2. I saw the first one and gave it a thumbs sideways. Nothing too magical, it didn’t change my life, or anything like that.

I seem to have a real problem with sequels. I always seem to watch the second one before I watch the first one. I obviously had no interest in seeing the first one, so why am I watching the second one, I don’t know. But I have seen, X-Men 2, The Matrix 2 and Men in Black 2 all before I saw the first one. (I kinda blame boys for that problem. I went with boys to all of those movies. I am too easy.) But then again I saw Bridget Jones Diary 2 before I saw the first one. (And it wasn’t any boy that made me watch that.)

I give Spiderman 3 a meh.

1. All the hot boys die. Why?

2. What is up with the Emo Spiderman? Seriously, you are not hot when you are clean cut, and you are definitely not hot with the eyeliner. You are not Fall Out Boy, nor are you 15 years old. Take off the black suit and cut your hair.

3. Just get rid of Mary Jane already. She isn’t that cool. She is a washed up Broadway star at 23. She is taking you nowhere. What happened to the model?

4. Really, a bad guy made of sand? Am I suppose to be a afraid of a giant sandbox….well maybe if some kid peed in the corner.

But it could have been worse, so go and watch it for yourself.

So all week I tried to think of a funny story to end my blog with, and I could come up with nothing. And nothing funny happened in my life this week, so I was beginning to think that this was going to be the saddest entry of all time. That’s when this memory came back to me. Hope you enjoy.

This story takes place when I worked at the Brooks Hospital the summer between my first and second year of college. I worked in the Medical Records Department with some awesome ladies. Seriously, I don’t think I have ever worked with nicer people, they really treated me like gold, and I just had a lame-o summer job.

One day I came into work and Corrine, one of the girls I worked with, came up to me and said, “I saw you and your boyfriend last night.”

I stared at her for a minute. I wasn’t dating anyone, was I? No. So after a few more questions I realized it was me she had seen. But I don’t know what she was thinking I was with a bunch of people, and most of them were girls.

So I said to her, “Oh, yup, I was out with my friends last night, but I don’t have a boyfriend.” All color drained from her face. “Oh, well, I already told the other girls that you had a boyfriend.”

Corrine was really great. She always meant well, however, she was always getting her facts wrong. Dead wrong. She was always announcing that someone was pregnant or that people were engaged, when really they weren’t. I don’t know where she got her facts from, but they were always wrong. The other girls in the office were always teasing her about her lack of correct information. I had only been in the office a few weeks at this point, and I had already noticed the grief they gave poor Corrine.

So when she told me she had already told the other girls, I knew what I had to do….make up a fake boyfriend.

The other girls soon came up and started asking about my “boyfriend” and why I had never mentioned him before. I didn’t say much, but over time and with a lot of questioning from the girls in the office, “Ryan”, my fake boyfriend, really turned into the nicest guy I was not dating.

The girls were always asking me when they were finally going to meet Ryan. It kinda was like dating the Polkaroo. Sadly, Ryan was staying in Lethbridge for the summer and only came to Brooks for the weekend. Corrine was actually given the job of trying to track down Ryan for a surprise birthday party the girls were throwing for me. (Sadly Ryan had to turn down the invitation.) And finally at the end of the summer, Ryan and I suddenly and tragically broke up. (He had found another woman.)

Have a fun and safe long weekend. Don’t take any wooden nickels.

There’s room to believe
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of reach

Start over

Pam is right.

The Best Today I Have Ever Had

Tan Linen Pants —$31.95

White Flower Print Blouse —$33.00

Navy Sweater Vest --$35.00

Realizing that you are the classiest person in the office on casual Friday—Priceless

A happy Friday to one and all. And a happy Astronomy Day (perfect night for some star watching? *wink*)

This has been a very long week. It was good in the fact that I was able to get a lot accomplished, but every day seemed to drag on a little more than the last day.

If I have realized anything this week it is:

1. Cable TV just may be as boring as having no TV. Am I just cynical, or too old? But TV is so lacklustre these days, and since the invention of the DVD TV Box Sets, I really can’t do commercials anymore.

2. Maybe I don’t spend enough time at my parent’s house. (Alright, alright, everyone stop laughing) but when did they get surround sound, an air conditioner and start eating Nutella?

That’s about it for today. Nothing really else to report or to say.

Here’s to:

The weekend—so close to being here! Hopefully full of fun, and not lameness.

Me—looking good and feeling not bad. It has been a while.

Good Luck. God Speed.

You Know It's True

For some reason, I am alone at the office. We are all suppose to work until 5. But here I am, at 4:43 and I am the only one left in this place. The big boss took the afternoon off, and I guess that has given people the idea that they could take off early too. Why don't I just leave? I guess I truly am the only professional left here. Remember how I am the only person that doesn't wear shorts to work?

What a crazy week it has been, and it is only Wednesday. Hopefully the weekend is full of some fun to make up for it.

Today is one month until my horrid 26 birthday. Even worse than 25. Soon I will be on the downhill side of my YSA career. I got information the other day about a 25+ activity and about started crying. When did I get old? Although, on the positive side, one of the ladies at work thought I was 21. Twenty-one...it's such a nice age.



Here's to:

All of you. Hoping you have the greatest of bright spring days.

I'm sorry. What happened?

Lately My Luck Has Been Dragging On The Ground

I think I finally did it. I think I came to terms with Zach Braff.

Really I don't have anything against him, just some weird history with him. I think if I had found him on my own, I would have really enjoyed him. Sorry Zach. Let's start over.

It has been an odd couple of months, about three or so. I am sure the lack of sleep and just general hormonal imbalance has not helped the insanity in which I possess these days. I am sorry. Really.

Alright. Here's to:

The Blog-- A place to have a voice, and an audience, even if it is just me. Someone to tell that I eat: Muffetts because they remind me of my poppa, Deviled Ham to think of my mom and Horseradish for my grandfather. And that every time I see C-Plus Orange pop, I smile and think about my brother. Just the same as Stan Rogers, Phil Colins and Stevie Ray Vaughn.

Brent and Jen--Miss both of you, come visit me sometime.

Eric--A great guy to have around. That is if you aren't charming all of my friends away. Let's hang out more.

My parents--I miss you guys. Lunch is lonely. Come home soon.

Zach Braff--Thanks for the laugh and the song. I think we have a lot in common.

Vic Park--Somehow you always bring a smile to my face. How could I ever leave you?

You--And the last cheer you will ever get. Enjoy it.

Part Problem/Part Solution

Defending One's Territory Is Very Important

One day, whilst reading various articles, as I am apt to do. I found an intriguing article that was titled, “Questions to Ask Your Soul Mate.” Supposedly, these questions help you see what a person’s true character is, but I don’t think they really were that hard or telling. See for yourself.

So in the spirit of last night and all the interesting questions and sharing, I thought I would answer these questions for all of you. Plus, if my soul mate is reading this, then he doesn’t have to ask these questions later.

Question #1: “If your company gave one-year paid sabbaticals, what would you do for that year?”

Well, you would have to do something really cool because when you got back to work and people asked you what you did for a year and all you said was sleep in, and develop an addiction to General Hospital, I think everyone would be disappointed. Of course, I would take a good month to sleep in and watch crazy daytime TV.

But I think I would really like to make a movie. Of course some sort of romantic comedy, and include all of my family and friends in the cast.

Or film a documentary. Something off the wall. Like” My Month Working At McDonalds” or” My Life As A Nun”. (Which, by the way, I saw a Nun walking down our street the other day, all decked out in nun gear. I was incredibly jealous.)

Or maybe write a book. I could always finish “We Didn’t Really Date, But We Sure Broke Up.”

Question #2: “If your house were on fire, what’s the one thing you’d make sure to save?”

I thought about this one for a while. And I thought, who cares about my stuff, I have to get my family/friends out of the house. But I knew everyone would think that was a lame answer. So I cleared my head and thought again. And seriously nothing came to my mind. I guess I have nothing that is really rare, valuable, or irreplaceable.

So I decided to save my wallet. I know that sounds like an answer my grandmother would give. But I figured that had all my id and money in it. I could re-buy everything else that I love. (But if I lost you, I could never replace you.)

Question #3: “What’s the biggest misperception people have about you?”

The biggest misconception is that I am an optimist. I might pretend that the world is all sunshine and rainbows, but ask my mother, I am probably one of the biggest pessimists out there.

Oh, and I am anything but cheery in the mornings.

Question #4: “What would you bring as your luxury item if you were on Survivor?”

I think it would be great to bring your scriptures. You have a lot of time to kill most days; you could get a lot of reading done. Plus, if you got bored you could look at the maps, or cross reference stuff. It would be better to bring that just a normal book.

But the handiest thing to have would be a can opener. Think about it. You can survive without really any other kitchen utensil. You could use a rock or stick to stir stuff. But if you need to open a can, there is no easier or efficient way to open cans other than a can opener. You can try and use a rock to open it, but I think you will be too tired to eat your beans by the time you get the can open.

Question #5: “What’s the one life experience you want a do-over on?”

Oh, I only have to pick one, I have so many. What about high school, or letting different boys get away? But I would have to say that the one that would like to redo the most, and my biggest regret is not going on a mission.

Growing up I never had any desire to go. In fact, it was quite the opposite idea; over my dead body would I go on a mission. But as my 21st birthday approached, I thought about it more and more. And I was quite sad when I was accepted to school. But, I went to university instead, and tried to put the mission in the back of my head.

Please don’t be one of those people that says, “Oh Denise, it is not too late! You can still go.” No. That time has passed, and I think things have turned out okay. But I still wonder.

Well, there is. Decide if we are now soul mates. Hopefully the answer is yes.

Here’s to:

Jenny! Happy Birthday to one of the best roommates a girl can get. Hooray for you!

WCHS finally winning the drama festival! Way to go! Bring back the quasi shirtless guy!

The can of worms that has been opened. Wow!

You. Well. Yah.