La lalalalalala.

Nothing new over here.

Work was a gong show this week because there was so much to do and so little time and so much inventory! I think I stressed myself out over it when really everything ended up being fine.

I’m useless. I keep watching TV and not paying attention to what I am doing. Hello procrastinating. Chads favorite thing about me. Thankfully he is not home to see it!

The shoes that Amanda Bynes is wearing in What a Girl Wants are horrible. Ugh.

Crap. Its after 11 and I havent done anything.

My schedule is so screwed.

And I just wasted a post.

Somehow, last night, I found myself reading Obituaries online. Don`t ask, it`s a long story.

Needless to say, I found quite a few people on there that I knew, which is weird really.

I called my Mom to tell her of my discovery, because I knew she would know these people too.

My Mother then called my Nonna, who then called me because she tried to search for it but she couldn`t find it.

So I emailed my Nonna the obits. Yes, you read that right. The excitement in her voice that there was such a thing – Online Obituaries – was eerie.

It is an Italian tradition that once you hit a certain point in your life, your friends start to die off, so in order to keep track of everyone, you read the obituaries. Actually, it`s probably not even an Italian Tradition, as much as it is an old person tradition.

Since I am fortunate enough to be so involved in the Italian community, I end up knowing a lot of ageing Italians, who just so happen to die, eventually, and then I read about them in the obits. I`m starting off the tradition early.

So now, not only does my Nonna read the obituaries in the news paper everyday, but she has a website, that she can check daily, to make sure she doesn`t miss any funerals.

The sad part is, that I`m so use to obituaries and funerals and old Italians dieing, that it doesn`t even phase me, even though Chad thinks I`m crazy for keeping up to date on it all.

I`m just fulfilling my Italian Destiny.

So Friday night Chad had this great plan. He would stay up really late so that he could sleep all day Saturday in preparation for his night shift Saturday Night. The plan included going out to dinner in Surrey, with whomever wanted to join us, then head out to Dublins Crossing for drinks, where at some point the girls would leave to do girly things and the boys would go back to Ryans house to drink more, play games, and stay up all night.

And so, Ryan & Elise, Dario & Mike, Chad & I, along with Sarah Rose, all met up at Browns Social House in Walnut Grove for dinner. Turned out that my cousin Laura is now a waitress there, so we had a mini dinner family reunion.

Once dinner was over we headed out to Dublins Crossing, where Colin and Shazzi joined us.

We finally got the fancy cornor of the pub where Mike tried to close all the curtains around it and Dario played King for the evening.

Mike & Ryan have this on going joke with me, that all started when we went camping back in the Summer. Because I never had my flash on my camera I took hundreds of pictures with out their knowing, and subsequently, in every photo, they look totally spaced out. So now, they always make a point of commenting on me taking horrible photos of them when they aren’t paying attention. Above is a picture of Ryan trying to avoid such a photo, and Mike giving us an example of what he looked like in all those camping photos.

Boys.

Chad & Colin were shirt twins.

So here is the story. The boys ordered Jager Bombs for themselves, and the waitress brought them a tray with all the drinks. Mike was in charge of handing them all out, but while doing so he just happened to knock over a shot of Jager. So what did Dario do? Well, he poured the Jager right back into the shot glass! Not one drop was missed. Of course, Mike had to drink the dirty shot because he was the one who knocked it over.

Colin and Mike were harassing me via txt message, so I shot back with creepy thoughts.

Attempting to spin a felt.

Not getting caught staring into space.

Despite all the pictures of the boys, there WERE girls there.

Elise taking over the King Chair.

Captain Dario signing out.

At about 11:30 everyone hit the road. I went over to Elises house to sleep over since Saturday we had to go out shopping all day. We went back to her house and ended up watching ‘The Man in the Moon”, which is the first movie Reese Witherspoon ever did. It was pretty good, but somewhat depressing. SPOILER ALERT, it is not a happy ending. It also taught us a lesson. Appartenly pre marital sex in the 50s in the ‘Deep South’ leads to death by tractor.

Mental, Noted.

So, tonight it starts.

2 Days, 2 Nights, 2 Off.

Chad is off doing his first night shift, and I am home on a Saturday night. Feels kind of weird.

I wasn’t able to do much today because Chad was sleeping and I didn’t want to make any noise. I did manage to iron for 2 hours however, and it’s now left me exhausted.

I think I’m going to dry the dishes, tidy up a few things and then head to bed.

We have a 8:30am breakfast date tomorrow at Whitespot, and I have already started dreaming of waffles and strawberries.

But, I need to get to bed, otherwise I’m going to be a grumpy bear tomorrow.

zzz

Cher: Lucy, the fire department called again. They said we need to clear out that bush. You said you’d get Jose to do it.
Lucy: He your gardener, I don’t know why you no tell him.
Cher: Lucy, you know I don’t speak Mexican.
Lucy: I NOT A MEXICAN.
Lucy: [storms off]
Cher: Great, what was that all about?
Josh: Lucy’s from El Salvador.
Cher: So?
Josh: So, it’s an entirely different country.
Cher: What does that matter?
Josh: You get mad if anyone thinks you live below Sunset.

Went to Matt’s new apartment last week. It’s basically 5 minutes from my work, so I’m pretty sure I will be there lots in the near future.

The apartment is a minimalists dream. It is very, very ‘Matt’. I absolutely adore it. I want it.

Even though my apartment is crammed with colour and things I love the idea of everything being White.

These pictures are in no particular order.

Cement floors. Hello Love.

This was the fateful night of ‘Pants on the Ground’.

Just look at the Beauty.

I guess when you design for Aritzia you get all the cool Home Accessories.

Matt made me dinner. Chicken soup with Asian noodles, Bok Choy, Egg, Soy Sauce, and Hot Sauce. So incredibly yummy!

This is the infamous chair. I believe it cost thousands. Well, minus the discount.

All I can think about is how great of a party apartment this would be. I mean you can’t wear your shoes because against the cement they make so much noise, but it’s got such a great, open concept feel. I love love love it.

It also is a great place to do a photo shoot.

I’m definitely going to hang out there during the Olympics. Right near the Olympic Village, there is sure to be some action going on.

Driving home from Matts place, I saw the most amazing art display. Maybe it’s because its a cross, maybe its because after working 3 years in East Van I feel like it’s some what of a ‘stomping ground’ for me, maybe it’s because it’s just frigging AWESOME! I love looking at it at night. Purely amazing.

I heart East Van.

My head hit the pillow  at 10:30 and I was out like a light.

I woke up at 2 from a very strange dream about an 80 year old woman trying to run us off the road.

I couldn’t really fall back asleep.

Then I could hear the tarp on our deck (that is currently covering all our summer deck stuff) moving about. I immediatelythought someone was on our deck moving the tarp around looking for things to steal. I then realized the probability of that was very slim. I listened more and then realized we were in the middle of a wind storm. The whole building shook.

I dozed in an out of sleep but the sound of the trap was so loud I was going mental.

By 4am I felt crazy. The wind would not stop. Things were flapping around everywhere, and that Mother effing tarp WOULD NOT STOP MOVING.

Then I heard my phone beeping. I tried to ignore it, but with the wind, and the tarp, I couldn’t.

Check phone. Txt message from Rogers as to what my account balance is. Thanks Rogers, you read my mind. At 4am I was desperate to know WHAT MY FRIGGING ACCOUNT BALANCE WAS!

Serenity now. Serenity now.

While I was up I check out the deck. Crap everywhere. Tarp about. Wasn’t in the mood to fix any of it.

I go back to bed, where Chad was tossing and turning. I wrap my head in a blanket, fashion a breathing hole, snuggle up next to him and manage to pass out for about an hour, only to be woken up again by another dream.

This time we were in a parking lot at night and wild animals started to come out. A black panther was the first thing we saw, so we hoped in the car to protect ourselves. As we drove away the panther started to attack a rhino. There was a panda bear with her cubs off to the side, and a bull that came out of no where. The bull started to chase up and ram his horns into the car. We we OK until he came around the front and smashed in so hard that he pierced Chad right in his abdomen twice. I knew Chad was going to die from this and then I woke up sweating. Great. I love dreams like this!

Clearly this was not the best night of sleep for two very exhausted people. Thankfully I am not too out of it today.

Tonight Chad is staple gunning the mother friggin tarp to the floor if he has to. I am NOT listening to that again!

Frustration alert.

In other news, this week looks a little more free then last, so it will be back to your regular scheduled programming.