We Hung Out Together Every Single Moment

Well, it is Tuesday, but lucky for us, July is almost over. I don’t if it is because of the heat or what, but July seems to have been a painfully slow month, with hit and miss highlights. Here’s hoping that August is full of the summer memories that we have been waiting for, and cooler temperatures.

In the past week I have re-developed my appreciation for The Tragically Hip. I hadn’t picked them up in a while, but somehow their multifaceted lyrics seemed to be just what I needed this week.

Eric and I first started listening to The Hip shortly after my older brother left on his mission. I know Brent will never admit that he missed us, but I will admit that we missed him, and having his music around seemed to make the two years seem not so long. Sorry for the sappiness.

While Brent was gone, The Tragically Hip came to Lethbridge, and I convinced my parents to let me take Eric, who at the time was not any older than 11, to go with me to the concert. The concert was great and the played a lot of our favourites. We had seats on the floor, not too far back from the band. Anyone who has been to a Tragically Hip concert knows of the fun/weirdness of one of their shows.

We ended up sitting by some drunk guy, who at one point took off his shirt and threw it on stage. He also thought it was great that I took Eric with me and called me Amanda all night. Now, I understand he was drunk and it was loud in there, but for reasons unknown to me, I am always called the wrong name.

For two years, I was called Sally by someone in my Bishopric, and people are forever calling me Cindy on the phone. And I can’t even begin to tell you all the time I have been called Dennis, or had my name spelled in odd manors. Denyse, Dennise, Denice, Denese.D’Niece. Now, I understand that Denise is not really a common name, but it isn’t that weird either, is it?

And I don’t even get me started on the problems people have with my last name.

Here’s to:

Having some problems solved and still mystified at the others.

Being on my A game, and taking no prisoners.

I guess to you. It is the least of what I owe you.

This being Post #200! Wow! Now I wish I would have written something a little more profound. Look how much has changed in just 100 entries.