Here it is another Monday, following another none too exciting weekend. E came up, and it was yet another weekend of movies...we are just getting too exciting in our "old" age. Friday we watched Maria Full of Grace, what an amazing movie! I really enjoyed it...apparently the lead in it is up for an Oscar this year, I hope she has a chance. Then on Saturday, after deciding that we are just too old to be going out to the local bars, we opted for the fall back plan, movie time. We went to see The Wedding Date with Debra Messing and Dermot Something or other. It was really cute, and since I am seriously going to have to consider renting a date for all the weddings that I have coming up, I could definitely relate....too bad I didn't have a 401K to buy a date though. Honestly though, I have until June (when the first wedding is) to find some respectable man to bring to these weddings. And it can't just be any man...especially since two out of the three weddings I have this year are family weddings. He is going to have to be steadfast, and not easily scared, because God knows, my family is scary. I think that 95% of the reason that I never bring any men home (other than the fact that I can never find anyone) is because of the first time experience of ever bringing someone home. I was young...about 11 or 12, and I had this huge crush on a guy named Jason Lyons. He was the bad boy of our school, and most of my friends seriously wondered about my taste in boys. Anyways...after one of our marathon phone sessions, he asked me to meet him at the local convienence store. HE ASKED ME TO MEET HIM AT THE STORE! I couldn't contain my excitment, and practially ran the kilometre to the store (no small feat for chubby me!). So we met at the store, and I don't even remember what we did....but it started to rain, and he offered to walk me home (swoon!). I let him, but I remember thinking to myself as I got closer and closer to home that this wasn't going to work. I couldn't bring a BOY home. My parents would start asking questions, asking him questions. LOTS OF QUESTIONS! By the time we arrived home, I was in full panic mode, and instead of asking him in like a normal person I asked him to wait in the garage. Thinking back, I have no idea what I was thinking. Why did I make him stay in the garage if I wasn't going to ask him in? Why didn't I just let him turn around and go back home? Was I hoping that I could keep him as a pet? These are the questions that I am still asking myself. So boy in garage, me in the house. I arrived home at lunch time, lucky me, and promptly sat down to eat...not giving too much thought to the boy. Eventually lunch was done, I was in my room I think, on the phone to one of my girlfriends telling her that I had a BOY in the garage. A BOY in MY garage. What I failed to realize was that the garage was not mine, but my Dad's, and he spent most evening and weekends working in there. He found the boy. And brought him inside. And fed him hotdogs. I stood in the corner, watching the whole thing MORTIFIED. Hotdogs people, they fed him hotdogs. After my parents had a great chat with him, and fed him even more hotdogs, they drove him home...and I was never, ever to live down the fact that I brought a boy home and hid him in the garage. To this day, almost 13 years later, my grandmother will still say "Remember when you brought that boy home Krista, and hid him in the garage?" All I can do is say " Yes Nana, I remember" and then silently resolve never to bring anyone home EVER AGAIN. But it doesn't make much sense...it isn't like I am going to hide anyone else in the garage if I bring them home...but still the thought of introducing any new boy to my family, just brings up memories of hotdogs and many years of embarrassing torment from various relatives. It would just be sooo much easier to buy a date for these wedding wouldn't it?