I have this problem where I take things too personally. Things that have nothing to do with me and are not directed at me. People simply make a statement about something they don’t like, and it just happens to be something that I love, and my brain takes it as a personal attack. It doesn’t make any sense. Then my over reacting Italian ways makes me want to delete them as friends on faceboook or pretend like they never existed. For some reason I’ve been very sensitive as of late, and very protective of the things I love and the things that mean a lot to me. And it also seems to me, that these things that I love, are being attacked by random people, which then makes me think that I am being attacked, even though it could just be a coincidence.

I think because facebook appeals to the snoop in all of us, we are friends with way more people then we would be in real life; people we have nothing in commen with. I bet I wouldn’t even say Hi to half the people on my list if I saw them walking down the street. But why do I keep them as friends? Because I am a snoop too.

I think I am going through another ‘I hate people’ phase.

I’m frustrated with myself because there is a pile of stuff I have to get through today on my desk and I have ZERO motivation. It also doesn’t help that my computer is going crazy and our tech guy isn’t here today.

I’m also frustrated with the weather and lack of snow going on right now. The weather network promised snow all weekend long and now they have CHANGED it. 40% chance of snow on Saturday ONLY. UGH. So pissed. Can I have some snow please? I mean maybe not to the extend of last year, but just a little for fun? PLEASE? It would be so magical if it started to snow right now.

In other news Alicia is a whore because she was suppose to bring these pictures that she took of me yesterday, but forgot, so now I have nothing. THANKS ALICIA!

All the Christmas cards will be mailed tonight and then I will go buy boxes for Christmas presents and then I can wrap all of them up and they can stop taking up space on my table. Woohoo! I love that Shoppers has Post Offices in them. One stop shop tonight!

It’s getting warmer instead of colder. Weird.

I should bribe myself to finish my work.

Another year, another balls party. You would think that since this was my fourth year I would have learned a few things by now. Apparently not.

Mental Note for next year…

• Do not host a dinner party for 5 an hour before the party is suppose to begin (this was a big reason for my mental break down this year)
• Do not wait until the afternoon of the party to buy food
• Prepare all food BEFORE party starts
• Skip dinner all together and make sure that food is nicely arranged around the room ready for when your quests arrive
• Use the oven less

Because I wasn’t 100% ready when people started to show up I totally lost it (mentally) and forgot half the appetizers in the fridge. I was beyond pissed at myself when I realized this at 11pm. The room wasn’t set up the way I wanted and there was stuff everywhere and I panicked. I definitely started the night off on the wrong foot.

I love that Dario loves group pictures and always remembers to take them. I think he gets that from his mother. Warms my heart.

For some reason, I thought I always posted the Make Love to My Balls portraits, but after looking back at my archives I realized that I never do. Oh well, this year we change it up.

Dario was our Master Photographer of the Party.

Yes, my shirt says Merry Crystal Methmas. Me and the little worker guy be smoken some meth. Meow.

I saved the best for last. Ryan honoured us with a speech and special prop. Tiger Woods use to be his Idol, but after all this mistress business he has fallen off the pedestal. Therefore, Ryan wanted to send Tiger off in a special way. A little Ball Licking and then into the FIRE!

“Tiger, you can SUCK MY BALLS!”

A very EPIC way to kick off a Balls Party.

CLEARLY Ryan is pretty upset about this whole Tiger scandal.

Elises job that night was to maintain the fire. It was probably the most entertaining part of the evening.

Comparing fires.

Hottest couple EVER!

As you saw above, through the magic of technology, Pat didn’t have to miss this years party. Dario spent a lot of time talking to the computer.

Ahh webcams!

A picture of what the perfect couple looks like. They were awarded title of ‘The Perfect Couple’ because of how ‘perfect’ they are as individuals.

Instructions on how to get here. I thought she would have memorized it by now!!!

Soooo Happy!!!

Over all the party was a success.

I, of course, would have felt better about the whole thing had I actually been prepared. I don’t know why I always do this to myself.

Thanks for another successful year guys!

• I had nightmares that I was suppose to feed 200 Italians but only had enough food for 12
• Chad got up just before me and stole the bathroom
• Chad turned the oven on to warm up pizza that he then ate for breakfast
• The outfit I had planned in my head didn’t work out
• I changed outfits 7 times even though I was running late
• In an attempt to not wear tights as pants I put on a big T-Shirt
• I think that has failed and am left wearing tights as pants
• All my necklaces got tangled and are now in a giant heap
• I left for work 20 minutes late
• I lost my earing
• I just realized that my entire outfit head to toe consists of grey and black
• I feel like I am wearing PJs
• The radio at work has broken
• I am not a happy camper

Yesterday was pretty much a perfect Sunday.

We only slept in until about 11, got up and went to Church, and then came back and did nothing for the rest of the day.

The house was a disaster from Saturday night. I’ve actually never seen the apartment that dirty in my life! Every single glass was used, somehow there were chip crumbs all over the floor and our tiny Kitchen was exploding in beer bottles. Holy Crap do we need a bigger place.

The only thing Math books are good for is holding down a rolled up carpet.

Chad was most excellent though and cleaned up a large part of the mess because I was still feeling a bit gross. I was fine all night, didn’t actually have anything to drink, and then right before I went to bed my stomach got mad and exploded. I was still feeling the effects on Sunday.

So we cleaned up everything and I did some laundry. Then I wrapped myself in some blankets, grabbed some coke and cheese, and wasted away watching CosmoTV.

I was going to wrap presents until I realized it was going to take too much effort. I was pretty tired and knew all my body wanted was the couch and Fleece Pjs. It was cold yesterday, but the fleece, and blankets, and fire helped.

Then for dinner Chad said I had two choices, we would go out or we would order in. He wanted to give me a break after all the stuff I prepared on Saturday. So sweet of him. I was too lazy to get dressed so we ordered pizza from Pizza Hut since he was craving it. I went with the Mediterranean Veggie Pizza because it seemed rather healthy (if that is possible). I read all the nutrition facts on all the pizzas because I felt like not being a fat pig and stuffing myself full of crap, even though Pizza Hut dips its pizza in grease before serving it to you. Chad had the  Meat Lovers. Shocking.

I was dreading coming to work this morning. Probably because I was so comfy and relaxed last night. Claudia and the Boss are back from L.A. and it looks like I will be taking a trip down there with Claudia again in July. Can you say road trip to Malibu? They are going to go one more time in the spring and then Claudia and I will get to do the Summer together. Talk about heaven. We are going to try and get a couple extra days out of it so we can do a bit of traveling and sight seeing. It is going to be amazing!

L.A. in the Summer <3 That is what I should think about when its cold outside!