I had a pretty uneventful weekend, and from a distance one might very well think that I was depressed or something, but that wasn't at all the case. I just felt like laying low. Part of it was I just didn't have money to spend, part of it was the fact that there were just so many sporting events on TV, and part of it was I got my Scrubs DVD via Netflix, and I was looking forward to watching them. I highly recommend that everyone take at least one weekend to just be still, and reflect, while watching sports and DVDs. I had some very interesting phone conversations, I thought of a few ideas for my book, and I ate some damn good food, without doing much of a workout (I'm paying for that this morning). At this rate, the excitement level in my blog, is going to keep getting lower and lower. I prefer it this way though..at least for now.

Yesterday, prior to my all day football watching extravaganza, I was watching, "The Fly" for the first time, despite the fact that it came out 20 years ago. Watching movies from the mid 80s can be a humorous experience sometimes. The outfits, the cars, the outdated graphics, and the corny dialogue are sometimes difficult to navigate through. But through all of that, one thing did leave an impression, and that's the love the main female character had for the main male character, despite the fact that he was horribly disfigured and turning into a giant insect. That woman truly embodied the phrase stand by your man, and it got me to thinking. If I was seriously dating a woman, and I really loved her, and then she became ill or disfigured(i'm going to assume she wouldn't turn into a fly), how would I react? The knee-jerk reaction is to say I'd stay with her no matter what, but how I can't say that with any degree of certainty. Honestly, I may get tired of taking care of someone; or maybe them being in that state, would expose how shallow my feelings for them really are; or maybe, I'd shed my initial immature feelings, and step up. I have no clue, but it is definitely something to think about.

Two more Monday morning observations: 1) I have no idea why there is a need to sell roses on the street at 7am, and frankly I'd like to see the guy or girl who buys roses that early. This gentleman is out on the street every day at 7am selling roses, and I am quite sure he doesn't' make any money until around 4 or 5pm when people get off work. 2) There is a homeless man outside of my building, who has gotten so lazy, that he no longer makes eye contact with potential givers. He just walks down the street with his cup out. On Friday, he was eating a Subway sandwich that someone(maybe it was Jared) had given to him, and he held the "money cup" out with his free hand, without even looking up. This was a clear violation of the homeless/homeless giver relationship, and I'm not even being funny here. This does sound a tad mean though.

Poor Donovan McNabb.