The warm sun is shinning in this giant window and is making me feel so cozy and sleepy. Had a restless sleep last night that was brought on by Chad wanting to snuggle as close to me as possible while snoring in my face and breathing his sick germs all over me. I didn’t want to wake him as I knew he had had bad sleeps all week long, so the fact that he was actually passed out made me think twice about harassing him. But its fine, I rather enjoy playing the Martyr.

Tonight he is at a promotion party for one of his co-works. I think the plan is to sit in a room and drink beer and eat pizza with head honchos and big wigs. Maybe one day Chad will be a big wig.

Tonight I am going to make some sort of creamy chicken and potato and veggie explosion for one. I am so looking forward to it, I just hope my stomach can handle it.

I drowned myself in Sudafed last night and felt much better this morning. I’m still feeling weak and congested in my chest but my head has completely cleared up. It is wonderful to not blow your nose every three seconds.

I think I should do some laundry tonight so that I don’t have to spend my entire Saturday doing it. I should probably wash our germ infested sheets. Ew. Oh but crap, I wonder how much change we have. Humm. That might prevent my plan.

Got a call from the In-Laws last night. They want to come to Italy with us next year, along with my parentals. Should be an interesting experience. I know each of us wants to do our own thing while we are there, but it will be fun to have the company and tour parts together. We’ll have to start planning the trip in the Summer, get all our dates in order and stuff. I think we are planning to go in September of 2010. Should be perfect timing. I can not wait. I am going to blog the whole trip.

Tomorrow is Friday and that makes me happy.

Oh yea Alicia, remid me to tell you about all the new hot stores that are going into Metrotown. Its a secret but I found out and shall pass it on to you.

So much more sick then I was yesterday.

Current status – Nose is plugged and head is fuzzy, as well, I have a stomach ache.

This is not good.

This is not good because a week today I have to go for surgery.

They phoned me yesterday and told me the date. I have a week to prepare. The only catch is if I am sick they can’t operate. And guess what. I am sick.

On top of that Chad is sick. Us and our sickness keep eachother up during the night. This means neither of us get a good nights sleep. This means I am miserable.

But yes, surgery.

I go in next Wednesday. I don’t know what time yet. I only know I will be staying over one night and then will need to have someone take care of me 24/7 for a few days following. I’ve booked a week and a half off of work and hopefully won’t need any more time then that.

I got to admit that I am looking forward to the relaxing aspect of it, but not looking forward to the pain aspect.

The thought of sleeping over at the hospital also creeps me out. I might just revert back to a 12 year old and need to bring my blanky and a stuffed animal with me.

I am serious.

I’m not scared thinking about it now, but I know, come Tuesday night, I will probably start to panic.

Do I have to pack for this? What the hell should I bring? I DON’T EVEN KNOW.

I guess I got time to figure it all out.

At least I have a date.

One week until D day.

Or should I say ‘Have a lump cut off of your thyroid and throat day’. YAY!

I’ve been sick since Friday night. Not bed ridden sick but body aching sick. The thought of sitting in front of the computer and concentrating on a blog was too much for my mind to handle. I don’t even really want to write anything today but I figure I should post something.

Started off Friday night with a sore throat. Chad had the same thing but didn’t seem to react to the cold quite as quickly as me. He has now caught up to my level of sickness.

Saturday I cleaned up around the house as usual. I didn’t quite move as fast pace because all I wanted to do was drink ice tea and lay down. Chad went out and bought me a card and chocolates. I love that he goes out ON Valentines day to buy me things. We both aren’t huge into the holiday, but our tradition is that we always get each other a cute, funny card some small treats, like a box of chocolate or something and then we go out for dinner. This year I made Chad Chocolate – Peanut Butter – Oreo cupcakes. They turned out quite cute.

While he was out buying me things I popped over to Home Outfitters to pick up some stuff since I still had money on my gift card. I ended up finding some cute pillows for our couch out of no where. All 4 of them were different, but they kind of went together in a miss matched sort of way. It was unique and I was so sick of looking for couch pillows that I just picked them up and figured I would try them out. It was a spur of the moment thing. So I drag all my stuff up to the check out where I yet again pick the worst line. It happens to me every time. When it was finally my turn I was swept away but the sales ladies British/Scottish accent that she somehow convinced me to sign up for some deal which ended up with me becoming the proud new owner of an HBC Credit Card. UGH. Thanks. She then (with out even telling me) proceeded to charge all my stuff to said credit card which defeated the purpose of me paying with the gift card. After explaining this to her she had to return all the items and then re charge me. By this point I was so frustrated by my stupidity (in signing up for a damn credit card) and the amount of time it was taking her to do everything / the fact that she kept talking to herself that I was sweating and just wanted to get the hell out of there.

I finally left, all frantic and overwhelmed. I chuck the stuff in the car and head over to IGA where I need to get some Vegetable Oil for the Cup cakes. There again I pick the wrong line up and had to wait half an hour for some guy to find his ID so he could buy his purchase of over 50 bucks with his credit card. Sweet Tonato.

I was beginning to wonder if February the 14th was becoming MY Friday the 13th.

After the disaster that was Valentines day DAY I passed out on the couch and got up just in time to get ready for dinner.

We headed over to a Greek restaurant that we both drive by every day to work. It looked cute, an old house turned into a restaurant. I figured it was safe because we both love Greek food. Well, I was kind of wrong. They seated us at this table with this huge bright overhead light. We were the ONLY couple seated under a huge overhead light. It was very awkward, and you know Mr. Ciavarro and his obsession with lighting was not having any of it. The waitress tried to dim it for us but it only mildly worked. We then noticed that we were surrounded by the most diverse bunch of people ever. One couple we couldn’t tell if it was a girl and a guy or two girls. Another couple looked like they just got off from working, dirty and covered in work stuff. Then there was a young couple behind us who had a baby that cried and whined for half of our meal. I think when we parked in front of a pile of dirty old mattresses and garbage we should have been tipped off as to what kind of neighbourhood we were in. The food itself was a toss up. Its kind of sad when a Non Greek such as myself makes better Greek food then a Greek restaurant. Both Chad and I agreed that I made better food. The highlights of the meal would have to be the Hummus, Saganaki, Calamari and Lemon Potatoes. The rice sucked, the Greek salad sucked, and there was some sort of veggie mash on the plate which was not appetizing. I am sorry to be a snob but I was totally disappointed. The only thing that saved them was the Chocolate Tort they brought us for dessert. That was heavenly.

We spent the rest of the night watching the end of Face Off. Do not ask me why. It was horrible and I pointed out every single ridiculous point in the movie.

Sunday I felt like poo. I barely did anything and pretty much died when I attempted to make dinner. I ate three bites and then proceeded to regurgitate everything I had eaten that day. Luckily the parentals and grand parentals were coming over so they brought me medicine and my Mom made me some tea. Save of the day.

Yesterday I went home sick. I tried to sleep because of how tired I felt but for some reason I ended up just laying there for 3 hours. The same thing happened when I went to bed. I finally fell asleep at 12, but Chad was awake until 3. Hopefully tonight I can fall asleep at a reasonable hour.

Tonight we have dinner at my Moms house. My cousin from the T. is over here visiting so we get to spend the night with her. Hopefully I won’t cough and sneeze my germs all over the place. This is not a good scene.

Valentines Day 09

The Olympics are a year away. It’s too crazy to even think about.

I remember the summer of 2003. We were in Italy and they were going to announce who had won the opportunity to host the 2010 Winter Games. It was the middle of the day and I was having a nap when my Nonna phoned to tell us the news. We had won! We were all screaming on the phone and jumping up and down. Even our relative from Italy were excited for us. My Nonna had saved all the newspapers and taped all the TV coverage of the announcement so we could see everyone in the city going nuts.  I shed tears because I felt such pride for the city and Country I was born in and I was so excited for people from all over the world to see the beauty we live in.

The Olympics have already done more of me then I could have thought. With out going into too much detail, it has changed Chad and my life, and given us opportunities I would have never dreamed. It has also given us the opportunity to take pride in our city and has allowed us to become involved in some very interesting ways.

Of course I am bias when it comes to the Olympics because of what it is doing for me and my family personally. I automatically see the benefits rather then drawbacks. However, I am not completely ignorant. I understand that people have issues with spending this kind of money for a ’2 week party’. I understand that there are other things with in the city and Provence that need help. But what I find it hard to understand is the idea that the money that is going to towards the Olympics is being taken away from people who are homeless and in need. I don’t think that is the case. If the Olympics weren’t coming, do you ACTUALLY think the money they have allotted for it would go to housing and programs? If the government was so concerned about these issues, would they not have solved them already? Would they not have just taken millions and millions of dollars and used it to help these people? I think it has finally taken an event as big as the Olympics to make people see the issues and begin to solve them.

As well, as much as I have the opportunity to support and parade my excitement for these game, I think people who truly believe that they are a bad thing should have the opportunity to protest them. However, I do not agree with those people who plan on deliberately trying to make the games fail because they don’t believe in them. The Olympics are coming whether you like it or not, so why do you feel the need to try and destroy them. Organize a protest, start a website, get out there so people can hear what you have to say, but what good can come from people trying to harm the city. Flooding it so people can’t get around. Causing traffic jams on bridges so people can’t get through. Threatening people and places. This is not going to get your issues solved, it is just going to get people mad at you and will most likely get you a few nights in jail.

Now I am not the most educated person to argue these points. I just know what I believe and feel. There is so much that can be said on both sides of the fence. We could sit here and battle back and forth for hours. But the point is that the Olympics are coming and I truly can not wait.

I am proud to live in B.C. I am proud to call myself Canadian. I am proud that the Olympics are coming here. I am proud of the opportunities that are being given to us. And when the moment comes for the opening ceremonies and they play our national anthem I will shed tears thinking about all those people who have fought for our lives, for our freedoms, so that we could this moment to show the world who we are.

Plus, is Quatchi not the cutest damn Sasquatch you have every seen!?

We are going to another hockey game tonight. I feel like a complete hockey snob.

“What are we doing tonight dear? Oh, another hockey game…”

Such a snob.

Tonight’s game will be a Giants game and not a Canucks game however. We are heading out with the crew and a bunch of the family. I think we have a little section all to ourselves or something. My Aunt organized it all for us.

I ripped a hang nail on my thumb so much so that it started bleeding and is so frickin sore. So I have yet another band-aid on my hand. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me.

I have nothing interesting to say. I’ve spent a lot of time in the warehouse the past few days. The big wigs have gone off to LA to do some buying. Work is slow and I am actually running out of desk jobs to do, everything that’s left to be done involves warehouse work.

I bought a bunch of things from work on Friday. 85% of the articles of clothing were grey. Ha. I’m sorry but I just love grey and I can’t help but constantly buy grey clothing. I am a nut case. I did however, broaden my horizons and purchased the orange sweater above. I think that is the farthest away from grey you can get. But I did get it in grey too. And mint green. SO CUTE.

I have taken over the lead position as “employee who buys the most stuff in the warehouse on a monthly basis”. You should see my Holds rack right now. I partially blame this on Claudia for going away to Chile and not beating me in the compition which she usually does.

SO.MANY.CUTE.CLOTHES.AHHHH