The Rule of Three

By jjlovebradford | 9:46 am on March 14, 2013

Bad-luck

To some people, this phrase evokes a scene from American Pie 2, when Jessica (Natasha Lyonne) tells Vicky (Tara Reid) that even though her ex-boyfriend claimed he had sex with three people while away at college, according to the rule of three, the number was probably one. This scene was juxtaposed against another scene where Stifler (Seann William Scott) tells the aforementioned ex-boyfriend Kevin (Thomas Ian Nicholas), that even though his ex-girlfriend claimed to have sex with one person while away at college, the number was probably 3 because – you guessed it – the rule of 3. I always thought that little math equation was so funny, and so spot on, for both sexes.

For others however, the phrase can have a more negative connotation, indicating that bad things always happen in threes. Now, I’m not a superstitious person but this week, I definitely won’t be walking under any ladders or chasing any black cats as the luck of the Irish clearly isn’t with me.

Last week, I found out that my landlords are heading back from LA and need their apartment, so baby, husband and I are getting the boot. It’s not ideal as we will lose our nanny and my husband’s teaching job will be affected but, hey, it could be worse. Then I got some bad news at the office. Nothing I will bore you with, just something that will bring on some changes for the PCA team, that again, isn’t ideal and on top of the apartment news, seemed all the worse when it happened. Then I got sick. Not the awful, debilitating virus that has been circulating, nor a strain of the Spanish Flu that affected Downton Abbey in season 2. Just a little bug that knocked me out for one day. Oh, if only that had been strike three. But it wasn’t. It was just a tease to get me to drop my guard so that strike three could have its way with me.

This morning, as I dug into my purse for my metro card to ride the train to work, I realized my wallet wasn’t in my bag. I cursed myself, knowing this would make me very late and ran home to get it – thinking it was on my dining room table. It wasn’t. After a mighty search, and a mighty cry, I came to the conclusion that it had been stolen. What an awful feeling. I quickly called up the credit cards, as one does, to ensure no fraudulent activity had taken place, which thank goodness, it hadn’t. But the hundreds of dollars of gift certificates I carry around in my wallet (why?) are obviously irreplaceable. And, as my colleague who just lost her phone can attest, it is just such an awful feeling to have something so personal stolen from you. I don’t even know all the cards I had in there and will have to do some serious investigating to make sure I cancel them all. I think I had a Bon-Ton card in there I opened one day while binge shopping at college.

So, that is how my March is going. So far, no good. And it’s my husband’s birthday today so I must try and put on a smile and remember that everything that’s happened is fixable and we are happy and healthy. But right now, that is so hard to do!

Thanks for listening to my rant. Now tell us, which of these trilogy finales is your favorite?

The Godfather Part 3

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King

Star Wars: Episode VI – Return of the Jedi

Toy Story 3


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