I really can’t type much. My finger is still in a lot of pain and it makes typing awkward and time consuming. Therefore, I will not be doing a review of the weekend because I don’t have the finger power to type it.

My brother arrives home today after being in Turkey for 4 months. I’m excited to see all the stuff hes brought back and to see how the experience changed him. He is apparently turning my old room into a Hookah Bar. We’ll have to see about that. He doesn’t really like me talking about him on my blog because hes been blog spotted before (hey aren’t you Smellly Daniellys brother?) and he gets all creeped out by it.

I think February is going to become ‘Back to Basics’ month. Other then Valentines Day and the Giants game we are going to (don’t forget Dario, Marlee, & Pat) I don’t think we are going to leave the house and spend copious amounts of money on bars and pubs and all of that. We’ve been so busy this month with so many dinners and gatherings that I think we need a little break from it all. Chad and I haven’t had dinner, just the two of us, in over a week, and basically haven’t been home at all except to wake up and go to sleep. There are a lot of things we want to spend large amounts of money on next year so it only makes sense to try and cut back a little this year. That, and I figure since the Newly Engaged are sort of in the same boat as us (saving lots of money this year and spending lots next year) at least we will have some companions that we can do no cost activities with! Haha, I for see a lot of couch/movie watching!

In other news, I under cooked the cookies yesterday and some of them are doughy. You think I would have noticed that and put them back in to bake a little longer but no. This weekend was a nightmare I swear.

I got up early.

I baked cookies.

I cleaned the kitchen.

I got photos ready for the MIL.

I watched TV.

I can barely type because I badly sliced my finger last night in the middle of making dinner with a bread knife through my finger and nail. It hurts like a mofo.

I really hope it doesnt get infected.

I am such a disaster.

I’ve gone against all my principles and joined…

TWITTER

I KNOW I KNOW. Ugh.

I blame it on Chad and the fact that I am under the influence of a cold.

Feel free to add me.

Let the stalking begin!

Its Fabric Inventory here at glorious work today. Last year I didn’t have to participate because we had extra staff, but this year there is no escaping it. THANKFULLY all the prep work has been done so it will go by a lot faster then in the past, but that doesn’t make me want to stand out in the warehouse for 4 hours scanning fabrics. I’m so damn lazy.

Yesterday I went to my second doctors appointment which was a waste of time as predicted. He came in and told me everything I already knew so I replied “yes that’s what the specialist said”.

He looked at me confused. “Specialist?”

“Yes, remember, you booked me an appointment on Monday to go see the specialist about my lump?”

“Oh yes, that’s why I haven’t received his recommendation yet, it only just happened on Monday!”

I guess since his office hadn’t heard back from the specialist by Friday and it had already been a week since my biopsy he wanted to book an appointment right away to go over the results, even though when they phoned me to book this appointment I said to them, “Why do I need to come in if I am seeing the Specialist on Monday” “Oh well, the Doctor left a note on your file that indicated he wanted to see you”. If only they had listened to me.

Oh well.

It’s back to the warehouse I go.

The gang got together last night to go see Patz photo exhibition at the SFU campus downtown. He led us through the hallway that held his amazing pictures. We all looked and read the captions.

Chad pointed out all of Patz spelling mistakes as only Chad would. Dario and Marlee argued whether or not the bars in one photo were in fact re bar. My Mom asked Pat a million questions instead of just reading what he wrote, and my Dad pointed out that the smell of 20 cows being slaughtered at once would be quite horrible.

Even though I had seen a bunch of Patz photos on Flickr as he posted them while in Dhaka, it was a totally different experience seeing them individually displayed and framed with a little story about each one. It was really kind of beautiful forgetting about your day to day life and just focusing on each photo and what it was saying to you. Trying to imagine who the people were and what they were doing. It was a very moving experience for me, especially with the photo of the woman who was holding a child that was not her own, but was using him to try to get money from people. The spider picture was also a personal favorite. The colours in the photos were beautiful and the subject matter was even more so.  It was an absolutely charming collection.

After viewing all the photos Patz took us upstairs to his little hide out, where he works night and day on his Thesis, for some refreshments. In other words he had a bottle of Scotch with him. Chad REALLY has too much of an influence on Pat.

There we just hung out and discussed how ‘peaty’ the Scotch was. And by ‘We’ I mean, Chad, Dad, & Pat.

Mom was paranoid that we would get in trouble but the security guard walked by us as my Dad had the bottle in his hand and nothing was said. Score one for the drunks!

After the boys drank their Scotch the time ran out on our parking so we all went home. We drove Pat home for what was a pretty hilarious car ride home. I swear my parents are only this funny when Pat is around.

Speaking of funny, I have totally became Chad in that department. We were sitting at the dinner table with the parentals while my mom went on and on about Michelle Obama’s dress and Dad was discussing all the inauguration balls when he said ”Clinton had 13 balls to go to and Obama has 10″. Then it hit me…

 ”So Clinton has more balls then Obama?”

I think my Dad pissed himself laughing.

Oh Danielle, you have out done yourself again!