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.
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