This One's for Holli

I was chastised by my sis-in-law today. Credit should be given to her for the recent Clay Aiken incident on my blog. She even changed my play list. So everyone tell her she did a good job. That's all for today. I still haven't watched last week's Office and my life feels incomplete. So, later.

Thank Goodness for False Positives

Well, it turns out my brother is not gay. There was a false positive on the test he took. Here's the story. He has such a strong love for Clay Aiken, that he decided my page needed to be a fan page for him. So, he proceeded to log on to my page and change my background, music, you name it. Now, at first glance this seemed to be a classic case of severe gayness. Much to my relief, I found out this was just a practical joke. I have to give him props. From what I understand, my page declared me as a "Clay Mate" for at least a week before I found out about it. Nice one Kyle.
On another note, my other brother has yet again found a new addiction for me. I'm telling you, he is a pusher. (Someone who deals drugs for all the Mormons that will read this.) He made me watch an episode of House MD. I was hooked. House is extremely sarcastic. I LOVE IT!! This puts my top 5 favorite shows of all time as follows:

1. The Office (This is the funniest show ever created.)
2. Friends (Was the funniest show until a little paper company in Scranton opened).
3. CSI (Las Vegas then NY; Miami was a mistake and never should have been created).
4. House (Try it. If you don't like his personality, we probably couldn't be friends.)
5. 24 (Jack Bauer is a real American hero, and regardless of what people say, I know that this show is actually a documentary.)

There you go.

I found out today my brother is gay.

I have to put a short message in today. My sister in law said I am becoming one of those annoying people who never update their blog. Little does she know, she is already one of those annoying people who have nothing better to do than blog and bug other people to do it. That being said, let me tell you about my weekend. First up on the list. I've been getting a lot of comments that I look like the kid from Super Bad. Riddle me this. I used to get comments that I looked like Tom Hanks. How do I go from Tom Hanks, to the kid in Super Bad? I've gotten the comment before. Last night, at the hockey game, someone behind me "whispered" to her husband, " I think that is Super Bad." First off, that is exactly what she said, so I'm not impressed with her grammar and therefore her lack of intelligence. Second, she should have just turned me around and punched me in the face. It would have hurt more at first, but the emotional scarring would have been lessened. Next up on "Marshall's Amazing Weekend," my hockey team lost. No, "we'll get 'em next year." Nope, Beaumont sucks and decided to turn Ford Arena into a staging area for second class music acts and white trash home shows. I love my city. Oh yeah did I mentioned I found out my little brother was gay this weekend?

I hate violence??

I'm not a violent person. Ask those who know me. (Kyle if you say anything I'll knock you unconscious. ) Now, back to what I was saying. I'm not a violent person, but I love a very violent sport. That sport being hockey. I LOVE it. Worst of all, I love to see huge hits, fights, you name it. So I pose this question to all. Does the fact that I cheer when an opposing player gets checked into the boards make me a violent person? Oh well. So far it hasn't affected me in a negative way. Unless you count two days ago when I checked a guy at the post office into the wall so I could get ahead in line. Or the time last week I pulled a guy's shirt over his head and punched him in his face for screwing up my order at Burger King. Like I said I'm not violent. If you have a problem with that, bring it on.

Why the crazy title?

I hate trying to be creative. It never really works for me. Example, the above title. Let me explain where I was trying to go with it. My life is not in the fast lane. I'm not much of a partier (unless you count reading history books a party, which I do.) I like my life as simple as possible. On the opposite end of the spectrum, I'm not really in the slow lane either. The slow lane to me is for two types of people. People who know where they are going, are in no hurry to get there, and could care less if they are blocking traffic. Secondly, old people. I really don't fit in those categories. Enter the turn lane. Have you ever seen those people who know their stop is coming up, but they're not quite sure exactly when? That's me. I know where I am supposed to be going, but I'm not quite sure when it is going to get here. I feel like the driver who's had his turn signal on for half a mile. Of course there are some other parallels that could be drawn, but this is a blog, not a novel. Make sense? Oh well. It does to me.