I have never been a fan of St. Patrick’s day. I’m not really sure why this is but and an Irish pub is the last place I want to be right now.

I am also not a fan of Irish music but I blame that on one too many visits to the Blarney Stone. If I have to sing about green alligators and unicorns one more time I think I am going to shoot myself.

I’ve had discussions with Irish folks before to try and figure out why I have such a dislike for all things Irish. Its not like I had a bad experience with an Irish guy or anything of that nature. And its not that I am at all racist to Irish people or think they are horrible or anything, its more about their culture. It drives me nuts. Leprechauns, WTF? Green Beer? Four Leaf Clovers?

It’s probably just an Italian thing. Maybe its because the Irish are so proud of their heritage just the same as Italians are which make us clash. We like Red Wine, they like Green Beer. Could we BE any more different?

I found this excerpt from a Sopranos episode I once watched. It fits my theory of Italians clashing with the Irish perfectly.

Episode 22, entitled “From Where to Eternity,” is written by one of the series’ stars, Michael Imperioli who plays Christopher Moltisanti, Tony Soprano’s nephew. This episode focuses on Christopher as he recovers in the hospital from multiple gunshot wounds. He survives, but at one point, goes into cardiac arrest and is clinically dead for one minute. After the doctors revive him, he calls in Tony and Paulie to inform them that while he was dead he went to Hell. Christopher’s vision of Hell: an Irish bar that exists in a perpetual St. Patrick’s Day celebration and where his father gets whacked every day.

That describes how I feel, except for the whole father getting whacked bit.

But its ok because I am sure the Irish hate the Italians, and thats fair enough. I’ve found enough messages boards discussing who would win – The Italian Mafia or Irish Mob in a gang war.

In the end I really just think it comes down to all my Irish Pub experiences and how many of them ended with me being annoyed or angry or just in a bad mood. Ha. Clearly, I am just not a fan of getting wasted while wearing green in a pub full of hooligans.

But Happy St. Patrick’s day to all the Irish out there. Enjoy yourself. Get Drunk. I just won’t be joining in.

And next year when its World Cup you can go back to hating Italians and the pride and obsession we have for their Italian Soccer team and how we like to rub it in everyones faces while drinking Red Wine and eating pasta.

It all evens out in the end!

There is not much to blog about this side of the computer screen. My stomach has been acting up the past few days and right now I am just trying not to move so it will calm down and digest and not get mad with me.

I organized the closet and drawers on Saturday. I had a bag full of clothes to give away and a bag of clothes that I do not wear anymore but have chosen to keep for memento purposes that I will store at my parents house and fondly reminisce about 5 years from now. I have realized that clothing and fashion has become disposable to me because I have the opportunity to purchase really fashionable pieces each season, basically for free, so I wear them a lot and then get tired of them quickly. Because I know that I got these things for free I have no problem pushing them to the wayside. While that seems to happen more and more these days, I will have to say that the majority of clothing I have gotten from work I still have and its slowly helping me  figuring out where I fit in this whole world of fashion. Yes, I still haven’t figured where I fit in, but the purchasing of some classic pieces is guiding me, FINALLY, to my spot. I guess it also doesn’t help that I change looks every few years. I think I have finally gotten rid of all my Punk/Skater clothes.

I bought $70 worth of candles at Ikea on Sunday. Hopefully that will last us a few months. Actually it should last us longer now that the days are getting longer. We can not get enough of candle light.

Screw fluorescent lighting.

I woke up this morning at 2:30 because Chads cell was beeping like crazy trying to tell me it was dying and of course Chad would never get up to turn it off so I had to. I went back to bed and tossed and turned for half an hour as my stomach was paining me. I finally got up and thought that a trip to the bathroom might do me some good. It did except I had one of those moments where you are there and then all of a sudden you have to puke so you have to whip around. I know, not a pretty sight. But that is exactly what happened to me. Most strangly. I barley even puked but I guess going through the motions made my stomach happy. So strange. I then woke up at 5 because Chad got up to go to the bathroom too (such a bizzare night) and I was over heating and sweating and I couldn’t cool down so I had to get up and get something to drink. Such a restless sleep. Chad said he didn’t fall alseep until 4am and we went to bed at 11.

Chad thinks I need rest and relaxation because I’ve been feeling sick but going mental around the house trying to clean up dry wall dust and stucco messes. Its true, I have been going mental. It just seems like all of a sudden there is SO much to do. I’ve given up on working from home. It’s stressing me out and it’s not worth it. Tonight I think I will force myself to hang out on the couch and not try and do a million things at once.

Marlee I am going to make the Bacon Spinich Dip and Potato Skins for Thursday, just so you know. Thursday is another Hocky Night at the Ciavarros.

Tonight is Stir Fry Night. It’s been a while.

I live for food.

I’ve planned out all my dinners for the week.

I rule!

I don’t know where last night went. Chad got home before me and I was totally ill prepared. I was going to make myself a salad, clean up a  bit and then sit on the couch scrap booking waiting for him to get home. Instead, he came home early and I ended up telling stories for four hours straight.

I didn’t have anything planned so I grabbed some leftover chicken, whipped it up, made him a salad and gave it to him. My dinner was going to take a little longer to make and he was starving so I told him to just start on dinner and I would get to the table eventually. Well, I ended up making my favorite bean salad which has to chill in the fridge for an hour, so in the mean time I decided to unload the dishwasher and clean up but was then reminded of 30 things I had to tell Chad so I stood there in front of the table waving around a cutting board ranting about 3 million subjects instead of actually getting on with my evening. I was so frenzied with what I had to tell him that I was talking a million miles a minute and didn’t finally shut up to eat dinner until 8 pm. Srsly. And the only reason I stopped to eat was because Chad said I wasn’t allowed to tell any more stories until I finally ate something. So I did, and then I carried on.

Anyways, I blabbed for a good 4 hours and at 9:30 was finally exhausted of talking and was able to sit and relax for 5 minutes, but by that time it was too late to do anything I had planned. I have no idea what got into me, its not even like this week was exciting but it felt like he had been gone for so long and I had a lot of things to bitch about. Ha.

This weekend is going to be a combination of busy but not. Busy because Chad is going to fix the hole in the wall and I am going to take a bunch of work projects home that I want to completely finish this weekend so I can get some extra moola for it, and not busy because we actually aren’t going anywhere this weekend other then the Perizzolos house on Sunday to play some Italian games.

I feel very anxious about all the things I want to get done this weekend. I just want to go home now and get started on everything. No dilly dallying this evening.

I’m still riding the frenzied waved from last night.

I’m buying a crap load of shirts from work today which means that when I get home I need to re organize my shirt drawers and get rid of stuff. This excites me but I have a feeling its going to take forevers. I got a lot of old stuff I need to replace, hence the purchasing of a million shirts. This should make for some fun out fit putting together. I will have to experiment with all my new clothes this weekend.

This post just feels frazzled.

It’s hard to imagine how cold it is outside right now because my window is acting like a green house and I am quite toasty. Chads probably going to read that and curse me because he keeps complaining about -10 degree weather in the wack. At least he comes home tonight and can cuddle up next to someone warm, ie. ME.

Matt and I went for sushi last night at the little place across the street from the apt. I swear if Chad actually liked Japanese food we would be there every weekend. Its so good and not expensive so we always stuff ourselves silly. The place is owned by this Japanese family and my brother and I went to school with their kids. My friend was actually working last night so she came up to say Hi. I hadn’t seen her in 6 years (my God I graduated Highschool 6 years ago) so we chatted about life and everything. We hung out in with the same group of friends in grade 11 and 12 but both of us drifted away from everyone when we graduated. I did mainly because the group was made up of all my ex-boyfriends friends and that’s how I was connected to them, so when we broke up I was out of there. She is the cuttest little Japanese girl in the whole world though and every time she sees my mom they chat and it seems like even though her and I haven’t seen each other in so long our other family members constantly run into each other. I’m pretty sure my brother hangs out with hers quite a bit. Just before we left she brought out free green tea ice cream for us to have. It was so sweet of her.

After we consumed copious amounts of sushi and tofu and noodles and everything Japanese we headed over to Metrotown where I picked up my much anticipated Plaid Shirt from Aritzia. It is so beautiful, but then again I am bias to plaid. The one thing that bugs me about plaid tops though is that no matter how much I love them I always feel like I look like a boy in them. Mainly because the ones I have bought in the past were too big on me and I got lost in them and DID look like a boy. I made sure to get one that was as tight as I could get it so it would showed off the lack of curves that I have. I then began to think that it totally depends what you pair with a plaid shirt that makes it either look more boyish or more girlish; if you have your hair up or down, if you wear flats or sneakers. I then realized I was probably over thinking the hell out of how I should wear a plaid shirt.

After the plaid decision we made a pit stop to Lush where I ogled over all the delicious bath bombs and soaps and yummi smelling treats. Since I was unable to shower for the first half of my recovery I took many baths and it totally turned me onto the whole bath experience. I had a gift basket from L’Occtaine that a friend had gotten me ages a go but I never opened it. I finally did last week and it unwrapped my desire to create amazing baths. I didn’t buy anything at Lush I just wanted to see what they had since I had never been in there. I am so going back and blowing tons of money on bath bits. If you wanted to get me a present now you know where to go. After the pit stop we went to our final destination to get fresh cinnamon buns. Oh sweet Jesus that was the perfect ending to the evening. We brought them back to the apartment and ate them while watching the early showing of Letterman. Perfection.

Chad just messaged me and I think he is actually almost home which throws things off because I wasn’t expecting him home until after dinner and so I have nothing planned or pulled out for dinner for him, just for me. Humm, I am in a bit of a pickle. Oh well, at least I’ve got him back! Score one for Team Ciavarro.

March has definitly taken a turn for the cold instead of a turn for the warm. And the irony is that my personal furnace, Chad, is away this week and so instead  of over heating during the night and having to throw all the sheets off the bed I now have to pile more sheets on top. Oh the hardships I have to face.

I started to realized that if I were single and living on my own I would probably become the biggest sloth in the entire world never leaving the couch/bed. As I’ve mentioned before, when I am home alone at night I like to leave the TV on as a source of companionship and of noise other then the neighbours beating against the walls or whatever it is they find to do in there. This however, prevents me from doing anything productive because all I want to do is then sit and fully WATCH what is on TV instead of just having it as nice background noise. This week I realized that I can’t do this anymore and I need to set goals for myself so I can at least do SOMETHING productive each night.

Monday I made salmon cakes which turned out good but not as good as I was hoping. They ended up taking me like 2 hours to make which is just stupid when its a meal for 1 and it clearly cut into my productivity time. However, I did manage to put away all the clothes that needed folding and I cleaned the kitchen as well as uploading Patz pictures to Facebook. Last night I went to my Nonnas for dinner, hemmed my new pair of jeans, finished ironing everything and then READ A BOOK! Yes, I actually turned off the TV and read in bed. It was perfect. Tonight Matt and I are going out for Sushi and then I am hoping to pick up this top from Aritzia that I have been eyeing for a while. Thankfully I have already prepared Chad that there will be a clothing bill coming to him with more on it then hes use to. Oh well I damn well deserve it.

Thursday I am going to work on this scrap book I keep of magazine clippings and cool things. I’m actually on my third scrap book. I started when I was a kid and its kind of like the history of my obsessions and tastes all there in scrapbook form. I also made a scrap book for Chad on our 1 year anniversary with all the events and things we did in our first year of dating. I made it pretty elaborate but I haven’t added to it since. I think I am just going to glue in all the things I’ve collected since with out going all out like I did before. I have so many ticket stubs and articles and pictures and things floating around so they really need to be filed away.

Thursday night Chad comes home. This will be his second longest trip away from home since we’ve been married. Oddly enough I’ve gotten use to him having to leave for days at a time so its not so strange anymore, but I sure do miss him at night. I haven’t harassed him in what feels like so long. I am going through withdrawal. Plus there is a rather large half patched hole in the wall that I would really like to be finished and cleaned up. I have yet to tell you that story I think but I shall in due time. It’s really not that exciting.

And for those who have been wondering, I feel 100% back to normal. I have my follow up appointment next Tuesday. I am anticipating everything going smoothly. Then it will ALL BE OVER!