There is a fire truck with sexy firemen outside my window.

He likes my bum.




I got him this gorilla because it was on sale for $2 and it kinda reminded me of him. Yes, Chad is secretly a hairy black man.


Chads Valentines Day gift to me. You may think that this is a rather lame/cheap gift, BUT it actually means the world. Let me tell you a story…

My body is retarded. I am also not a morning person. With these two things combined I am at my weakest in the morning. I am unable to consume breakfast foods when I get up in the morning without feeling like I’m going to hurl. Therefore, for many years I would skip out on breakfast. Now we all know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so as to appease nutritionists I found the only combination that was quick, gave me some sort of nutrition, and didn’t make me hurl; a glass of milk and chocolate chip cookies. This I did for YEARS and it satisfied all those who were concerned. That is, until one Chad Ciavarro discovered my breakfast routine.

This ‘Cookie and Milk business’ was absolutely ‘un acceptable’. It was blasphamy that I would eat such trash for breakfast. He made a very big stink over something I had been doing forever and actually worked for me. He was all about promoting more heathly foods during the breakfast hour and not chocolate chip cookies. This was all fine and good, but I still wanted my chocolate chip cookies and milk for breakfast.

So in knowing his disregard for cookies and milk I assured him that once we were married and share the breakfast hour together I would make the effort to consume a more heathly morning diet. To this he was pleased.

So imagine my surprise when I open my un wrapped Valentines Day gift and see my one true love, The Chocolate Chip Cookie. The man who had been so against them had actually gone out and bought me a pack! I was shocked! I now get to stuff my face with cookies and he can’t say anything!!!


Wino Ciavarro. We should name our first son that.

We walked over to Earls for dinner. We sat at the bar at first where I enjoied the most amazing raspberry martini delio. It was so good. I also ran into two people from highschool who worked the bar.

These pictures are so dark. (Stating the obvious)


Chad had ‘The Special’ Steak, Prawns, (Yes the man who doesn’t eat ‘things of the sea’ actually ate his prawns) Mashed Potats, and String Beans. YUM!

I had Chicken in a white wine cream sauce with Roasted Poatats and String Beans. Also YUM!

Complementary strawberries!

I had gone to Bosa and gotten some of Mario’s Gelati that they carry. I can’t remember what they are called but they are balls of ice cream with gooy goodness in the middle. OH I think they are called Tartufo. Amazingly good.

Friday night after work we decided to make the works and have a Valentines Day feast part 2. Roast, Roasted Potats with garlic and oregano, and Steakhouse Salad!!! This meal is pretty much our staple.

I could eat these every day. I am most proud of them.




There is NEVER a speck of food left after this meal. I would lick my plate clean if I could.

These are the gingerbread lover boys I bought Chad but really bought for myself because I have a new obsession with gingerbread. I ate them and Chad ate the cinnimon heart eyes. Oh yes, and then this lead into the ‘discussion’ on how I am retarded because I dont like hot/spicy things and also because I dont like pepper. I will spare you the deatils. It was the stupidest thing ever.



Again, the cookie looks like my bum, with which he is obsessed.

Valentines Day was so cute this year. Tee hee!

It’s Valentines Day! The day that everyone who has someone loves, and everyone who doesn’t have someone hates. It is kind of a goofy ‘holiday’ but I don’t care. It gives me an excuse to go out to dinner, buy romantic cards, make heart cookies and all that fun stuff.

After this week of drama and stress, this day of distraction and love is welcoming.

He always looks so agressive in these pictures.



This is my collection of cell phone pictures I’ve saved over the years of the one I love.




This one is my favorite because its got Mr. Turtle in it.


He always makes goofy faces.



This was in White Rock the day I got back from my camping trip.

Aww, this was his first day at work! No more lazy wop!

This was after he got a hair cut.

I guess things happen to you in life that make you realize how lucky you are. And I guess for me, who over dramatizes everything, I doubly realize how lucky I am.

Our relationship isn’t really conventional. We are freaking bloggers for the love of God. We had months of drunk ‘I Love Yous’ on our cell phones before we ever said it in person. We had hour long conversation online before ever hearing each others voice. The only reason I ever started reading his blog back in the day is because he mentioned The Cambie, and I loved the Cambie, and was excited to read someones blog who was local and liked the cambie. That is basically the sole reason why I read it.

I dunno. It’s always weird to stop and think about where we started and where we are now. To think that this guy whos stuff I read and swore I would never date is actually my perfect match and we are now getting married. CRAZY! It’s so bizzare.

We must be insane.

But in the end, I love Chad Ciavarro and all the gas and grease that comes with him!

<3

Happy Valentines Day!
And HAPPY NEW BABY P & J!

Is what I think of you.

How many more hours ’till today is ova?

This was the night before he proposed. It was actually the night I thought he was going to propose. We went on the Christmas Train at Stanley Park. We got dressed up cause it was a ‘date’. I think I look retarded in these pictures.


Hiding the boo boo on his chin, aww.


Eww. I hate this picture most.

After the ice cold train ride I had this HUGE craving for ceaser salad, my number 1 favorite food. This was also right in the middle of my huge sick spell if you can remember. I had a lemonaid and ceaser salad, and as soon as I finished it I felt so sick. It was very crappy.

Chad watched hockey on the TV as I scarfed down the salad like I hadn’t eaten in a week. He said it was very Tony Soprano of me, hunched over my food not stopping for a breath of air.


I was pretty much nervous the entire night because I thought it was going to be ‘THE NIGHT’ until we got to the resturant, then I knew it wasn’t the night, but it was an amazing night none the less. I could tell there was something different about him that night, just the way he looked at me made me think this was it. Turns out he had just picked up the ring a few hours before but wasn’t ready to hand it over just yet.


We have a gangsta kind of love.

Yesterday I spent the day at home working on a million things. Chad was busy doing his thing all day too. I had 3 sweater to hand wash, 2 shirts to iron, and 3 pants to hem and iron, none of which were actually mine. I finally finished everything at around 7, then left to bring it all over to Chads. He was actually out and about drinking beers with old school buddies so I had the place to myself which was peaceful and much needed.

I had been feeling a bit off all day and wasn’t able to stomach anything other then crackers and bread. My stomach gets very sensative from time to time and the only thing that doesnt upset it is carbs. I made myself some hashbrowns, cleaned up a little, and then ended up passing out to Jon & Kate plus 8. I woke up at 8 to Chad calling me telling me he was on his way home. I then passed out watching the Canucks not sucking as much.

Chad finally came home and we watched the game. My right boob was driving me crazy. I have two fair sized lumps that are close to the surface and hurt if you touch them. They are very uncomfortable and drive my nuts. I’ve had them checked out and I’ve gone for an ultrasound and everyone says that they are fine and will probably go away. I’ve had them for 4 months now and the only thing they do is get bigger and then smaller and then bigger. I was also told I have lumpy breasted and my Doctor actually found 5 – 6 lumps in each breast. WOO HOO. Luckily there are only two that are painful. Needless to say, my dads side of the family is very lumpy. Hes has several cysts removed from his head, so have many of my aunts and uncles. I have a few on my head and one on my tailbone which is another one that drives me crazy and sometimes makes sitting down or leaning uncomfortable and painful.

As far as removal goes, I’m going to inquire about the ones on my boob because really, they just scare me and are painful and I would be much happier with out them there. The one on my tailbone has to stay put unless it becomes very intrusive. The surgery to remove it can sometimes be risky, because its on the tail bone and there are a million nerves and yadda yadda, so I will most likley have to live with that one.

But back to hockey for a second. Did anyone see the Florida Panthers guy get his neck sliced open by an ice skate? The amount of blood that spewed from his neck was INSANE. After watching that we sat there in shock and silence.

Crazy mofos.

Its 9am on a Saturday morning.

I am at work.

I have to count some buttons.

Then I am going home.

Waste of TIME.

Someone shoot me now.

Im so very tired.

But I rule at singing in Rock Band.

The End.

Hi Chad Ciavarro. Where are you Chad Ciavarro? I will call you later Chad Ciavarro. Can we go shopping for a new phone Chad Ciavarro? I am slowly going crazy Chad Ciavarro.

The cutest thing EVER was last night when you sang the ‘do do doodododoo’ part Chad Ciavarro.

If you were a stuffed animal I would carry you around with me in my pocket.

Chad Ciavarro