Well I finally had the chance to upload all my snow pictures from the last few weeks, considering I ended up being snowed in last night as well. It’s been a little bit crazy. I got lots of stories.

A couple Sundays ago we headed out to my uncles parish (cause it’s sunday and we are good catholics and my uncle is a priest in a parish not to far away) despite the fact that it was a blizzard out. I warned everyone that it was a bad idea and pointless for us to head out in this weather, especially to a church that is 20 minutes farther away then our local one which is 5 minutes away. None the less no one listened to me. So we went to church and all we could see out the windows was BLIZZARD. It was retarded. When we went to leave there was over a foot of snow outside. This church is also halfway up a very steep hill, so people were getting stuck on the way up and the way down. Again RETARDED. So we drive, and get stuck, and start to move, and slide, and hit curbs, and finally make it to the highway where you couldn’t see a thing and people were driving like retards.


Lets just say there was about 10% of me that felt safe being out there.


The most bizzare thing about this day was that the Burnaby/New West/Coquitlam areas were the only ones to be hit. It was sunny and clear in Vancouver. INSANE.



So we finally make it home, only to crash into the side of the garage while attempting to park in the garage. SMART GUYS. All this would have been avoided had we just gone to the local church or stayed home.

The following Tuesday the city woke up to snow galore. (Don’t you love my flake by flake up to the minute snow reporting?) This was also the day I decided I would take it eas’ and stay home from work. This then turned into the infamous day that no one went in to work and everyone had a meeting about it. YAY!

I can’t believe she actually cleared the driveway of all that snow.

Ok so yes I am 5 and had to take my stuffies out to play in the snow, but look how cute he is!!! Plus he has extra fur which makes him built for this type of weather. I mean he is a sasquatch.

Penguins that came all the way from Australia. Yes there are penguins in Australia. They even make noise!




OMG so cute I can’t even handle it!

In the aft. the local mafia got in touch with me to see if I wanted to skip out on whatever I was suppose to do that afternoon to go down to my old highschool for some sleding. I reacted with a ‘HELL YES!’ and so we went. Chad was too much of a ‘no there is work for me that i need to do at home so I will stay home’ lame ass.




I took a million videos too which I need to post on here.

The Perizzolos.

Marlee fixing her hair.

I had the ghetto one.




I am never prepared for snow and have THE WORST snow fashion ever. It pains me each season. I seriously need to get some cool snow stuff cause I’m tired of looking like poo.


Oh yea, Dario spent an hour making this crazy jump for people to sled down. It produced some amazing air.








This sled has been in the family for 20 years. Me, my brother and my dad all use to go down on it at once. Oh those were the days.

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Anyways, it started to snow again yester day around 3pm. My mother kept calling me to see when I was leaving because she was being all paranoid about the snow. I got home at my normal time and really most of the roads were slushy but you could totally drive down them. We were suppose to go to church at 7:30, you know since it was Ash Wednesday and again with the good catholics business, except for the fact that my brother goes to SFU which sits atop a giant mountain, which at this point was covered in so and completely shut down.

So my mother started to panic and listened to the radio intently to see what the hell was going on. Needless to say there were no buses going up or going down and everyone was pretty much stuck where they were.

So my dad being head strong in his ‘we MUST go to church tonight no matter what’ decided that he was just going to drive up there and get him. RETARDED.

So him and my mom get in the jeep and head up there. Its 6:30pm. At 7:30pm I phone them (SFU is 20 minutes away MAX. in good conditions) they are stuck on the hill, there is an accident and they haven’t moved for an hour. SMART. Guess we aren’t going to church! They finally got home at 8:30. Steven had to walk halfway down the mountain to meet them and then they had to wait for the roads to be cleared so they could come home. Had they just sat tight and waited at home until 8 – 8:30 they could have whipped up and whipped home in no time. Instead they chose to waste 2 hours. These damn stubborn people.

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And then there is this morning. Got to work late due to all the snow and crap everywhere and people taking their sweet ass time. I park my car where I always do infront of my window. Its a slight decline but really nothing. I park in slush, get out go upstairs, do my work, yadda yadda. People start arriving and someone parks infront of my car. No big deal. Im working away when I look out the window to see that my car is now touching the car infront of it and that cars hood is slightly pooped open signifing my car hit that car. WTF?

So I grab my keys and go out to see what happened. There are two huge slide marks in the slush from where my car was originally parked to where it clearly slid to. Ok very weird. I get in the car, the emergancy break is on and nothing is out of the ordinary. So I back up and re park in my original spot.

10 minutes later I look out and my car is a foot from the car infront of it. WHAT!? It slid forward again? So I go out to check. Yup, on its way down hill. So I back up again, turn my tired super tight so they are making out with the curb, pull my emergency break till there is no tomorrow and park. Now the thought that just came to me is that since I drive a standard and there is no ‘Park’ gear I prob. should have parked it in reverse to prevent another episode, but oh well, it hasn’t moved since. BUT STILL. my tires didn’t move, the whole thing just slid forward. It still doesn’t make any sense cause thats never happened before. Very weird.

Anyways the guy who owns the car infront of me came out to get something but didn’t notice anything weird about his car, ie. it being “hit” or the hood being popped, so I am in the clear.

The weather has now took a turn for the worst so I’m sure there is more snow to come. Which will only cause more distruction and more stories in this city of ours.

I got a raise yesterday that is retro active from November.

I am waiting for Alicia to finish with the glue stick.

We are planning a Honeymoon to the Mayan Riviera.

The warehouse is full of new spring clothes.

It is snowing in Burnaby, but not in Vancouver.

I am not allowed to miss work on snow days.

I have a doctors appointment in the middle of the day today.

Chad hasn’t been online at all this morning.

I bought a cadbury cream egg last night and forgot to eat it.

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And now for another ‘Things That Piss Me Off’ Story.

When Chad first moved into his appartment there were a few issues with the tenant below in that she was highly anal about the movement going on in the apparntemnt. She would take a broom and hit the ceiling every time there was a remote bit of noise. Im talking if I put my shoes on and walked to the door she would beat the ceiling. For 5 seconds of noise she would go crazy. It wasn’t even like we were having a party or walking around constantly with our shoes on. She just had no patiences for noise. And lets be honest, I didn’t help the situation much.

It all really started one night when I was walking around with platform shoes on and then I heard a noise and wasn’t sure what it was so I stamped my foot down to see what it was (I obviously wasn’t thinking) and I heard the noise again, which was her beating the ceiling. We did this 3 times, just to make sure. From that point on I guess it warrents her reasons for hating me. But people who have been over WILL tell you that most of the time she is very un reasonable with her ceiling beats.

Anyways, we haven’t heard from her for months. There were times where I did make a little bit of noise latish in the evening that I was SURE she would explode over it, but nothing. I thought maybe she had moved out or something. Until last night.

At about 10:45 I decided to head home for the evening. Now in knowing how anal she is, and in trying to be considerate and watch my steps very carefully after 10pm. As my family will tell you I have elephant feet and make ridiculous amounts of noise at night so its quite the challenge for me to be quiet, but so far I’ve done a good job. So in my socks and fuzzy slippers I walk to the kitchen to get some stuff and then walk back to the bedroom to get my purse. I sit on the bed to put stuff in my purse and then turn to talk to Chad. 2 mintues later, TWO MINUTES LATER psycho hose beast beats the ceiling like I have never heard her beat the ceiling before. Like I had dropped 30 china plates on the floor or something. Chad and I look at each other SHOCKED over the amount of noise she just created. Was she seriously pissed that I just walked down the hall in my socks??? Did she seriously hear that??? I was livid. I wanted to go down there and beat her with her damn broom for being so retarded.

I understand if I was wearing shoes, or running around, or jumping on the bed or something but I walked in my socks 5 feet and sat on the bed. Her over reaction to ever noise I make makes me want to over react and kick her ass. RAGE.

The only thought that kept me sane was that she probably was woken up by something and assumed it was us and was pretty pissed that we woke her. But still. The only time I would ever have the nerve to beat on the ceiling is if someone was making constant noise and I wanted to sleep. Not 3 seconds of noise. I mean our neighbour has a 5 year old son who runs up an down the halls at 10pm screeming, and we have never made an issue of it because it usually only lasts a minute.

UGH this issue makes me CRAZY. Am I the one who is retarded and making too much noise, or does she have nothing better to do then drive me insane? She was doing so good too. GAWD.

A million years ago.
I just found these pictures.
It was the Friday night of discoveries. Above, I’ve come across a bag of Cheetos in the bedroom. Someone was eating cheesy poofs in bed.

Discovery #2, a pile of CLEAN clothes on the floor. ORLY.

He found me discovering his mess.

He tried to look cute to make up for it.

He doesn’t believe in electricity.

He believes in licking BBQ brushes.

He also likes to believe that my nose is bigger then his.

I just let him believe that.

We are funny.

I always thought his shirt said “Parishiners” because I dont actually read words, I just guess them.

4 remots. I don’t think they all work.

He doesn’t like it when I sit in his chair.

I don’t think a day passes where I don’t get conformation that he is pretty much meant to be mine forever. I say stupid things and he thinks they are hilarious. He is a nut bar and I think its pretty much the greatest thing ever.

Sea Urchant. A merchant of the sea.

Tonight is Costco night where I fight off hundreds of hungry asians for some free food. We need to get roast and cheese and potatoes and apples and bread and milk and many more things that I am forgetting.

I want to buy some bookshelves, and some bed side tables, and a new dresser.

All I can think about is storage. How is all my stuff going to fit in that tiny apparentment?

I am consumed with storage ideas.