So we found out today that due to UFC being the biggest pile of crap ever, Alicia had to move her birthday location to an Asian Hipster Club.

Now let me first discuss how UFC is the stupidest thing on the planet.

It is now physically impossible to find a place to go to on a Saturday night if UFC is playing. Why is this you ask? Well, because every establishment on the face of the planet has decided that they are going to show this ‘amazing’ display of human strength as to draw in all the douchebags and their skank girlfriends who will sit there for hours drinking beer and ordering food. It is obviously a huge money maker for them and they care not for the general public who does NOT want to watch such trash. So my friends, if you and a group of your closest want to go out to a pub or your local watering hole for something to do, or say the Birthday of your closest half-breed Asian girlfriend, you can’t unless you want to try and fight off said douchebags and skank girlfriends. Now, this could be tolerated if UFC happened once a year, or every other month, or here and there, but it seems these days it happens EVERY FRIGGIN WEEKEND. Alicia purposely didn’t have her birthday last weekend because the fights were on only to find out that THIS weekend they were happening again. Is that really necessary? I mean, don’t people get bored of seeing the exact same guys fight ALL the time?

Thank you Christian Audigier and your craptastic line of Ed Hardy Merchandise for turning the world stupid.

Now, secondly, Asian Hipsters. What does one wear to an event hosted by Asian Hipsters? Well my friends, I asked that exact question earlier this afternoon.
 

It seems that my original skank outfit is probably going to be too classy for such an event now that I think about it. I will have to go shopping tomorrow to look for some of the more elegant items described in the above discussion in order to fit into the scene properly. I actually love that Alicia has picked this destination to ring in her 23rd birthday because only excitement and hilarity can ensue at en establishment such as the Fortune Sound Club. I’m pretty sure Chad is going to show up with out any sleeves and quite possibly will be borrowing Steve’s Prelude with a Fin.

And lastly, discussing Asian Hipsters all day made me think of my most favorite quote. I said this to Alicia while driving around the underground parking lot of Metrotown.

“If you weren’t half Asian and in this car right now I would be throwing down some harsh ethnic slurs”

Last night was Matt’s birthday extravaganza. Well it wasn’t really an extravaganza it was just dinner at our favorite sushi place by Metrotown.

We talked business as usual. A bunch of people got laid off at his work, including 5 of his friends, but he was safe. He is a genius and they know it.

He had a work birthday dinner last week and the rule was everyone had to wear fur. So classic Matt. Reminds me of the time I bought him fur for his birthday many years ago.

After dinner we went and saw Zombieland. OMG the Bill Murray part was the best part of the whole movie. I think that’s why I loved the movie so much. Hahahaha when they started to act out Ghostbusters hahah PRICELESS. Damn I love BM.

Speaking of work, I have to go out to the warehouse this afternoon and clean the crap out of the Notions room. It is the only room in the entire building that has never been cleaned and organized and yours truly is left to the task. Piss me off.

I had to go in there yesterday to look for some binders and I blew a gasket. It is so gross in there I can not tell you. When they re-did that section of the roof they didn’t cover anything so there is a layer of dirt everywhere. It is so so so gross. Not to mention all the old crap they shove into corners and forget about instead of just chucking the stuff they don’t need anymore. It doesn’t make any sense.

I brought old clothes, an apron, and rubber gloves because I know half the stuff in there is going to need to be washed. Pretty sure when I signed up for this job it didn’t say warehouse maid. I mean I don’t mind cleaning up and organizing things, but this is ridiculous. I’m actually really annoyed about it. It seems that no one except the Italian Housewife cares enough to get off their ass and clean something. It is very frustrating. I spent three days last week cleaning different parts of the office, and if it wasn’t for me, no one would do it. No one would sweep or wash or organize. We would just live in more filth then we actually do. I tested it and when I wasn’t cleaning no one was cleaning. Ok, I’ve gone off on a rant here but I am just frustrated. I know people do help out in a small way here in there, it just seems like the big projects are left to me. Or maybe I just take the initiative to do it. Ugh, oh well.

I guess in the end, I am the one who needs to use the room the most and if I have a problem with it I should fix it. I just don’t like the idea of it being covered in dirt and grime.

If only I wasn’t so damn good at cleaning!!!

Finally the server is  back up and running and I can post!

I thought for this mornings post I would discuss something that drives me insane, the Potluck.

Now as an Italian Housewife we are known for our hosting and hospitality. When you come over to our house for dinner it is an insult to us if you help us in the kitchen or clear the table, only because we take pride in doing everything that is concerned with hosting a dinner ourselves. You are our guests and there is no need for you to do any of the work! We enjoy making all of the courses and all of the food and serving them to you almost as if you are in a restaurant. The thought of you bringing your own food is appalling. Here in lies our hatred for the potluck.

This hatred I have for potlucks most likely stems from my Mothers hatred of the potluck. Her mentality is, why should you have to prepare all this food for your family, only to pack it up and take it somewhere else, when you could just sit and home and eat it like normal people, with less hassle and less mess. This I totally agree with.

Now there are only a few circumstances where I feel a potluck is an OK idea.

1. When you get a group of friends together and say HEY! lets have a picnic and BBQ some stuff and bring some chips and dip. – Simple enough, enjoyable, and the potluck is mentioned upfront.
2. When you and your friends decided that you would like to do a dinner party with a theme, say Greek Food, and you split up the menu so everything bring something Greek, that way you can try lots of different things. – Organize between friends and everyone knows what they need to do.
3. When you and your friends or family decided to do a holiday dinner together and everyone is told what they can bring and the work is shared. – Leaves the guessing game out of it and it is organized together.

These three example are situation in which I have NO problem participating in a potluck, mainly because the idea of the potluck is the reason for the get together, it is simple, organized, and everyone is told what to bring upfront. These are the only reasons I would not be in a rage about a potluck.

But here is why I hate potlucks.

This situation seems to happen over and over again to me and I can not stand it.

You are invited over to someones house for dinner or a party or something and they give you all the info. This date, this time, yadda, yadda. So you say Hey! I would LOVE to come over to your house for a Birthday party! Sounds great! Then, you get an email the week before the party that says, Oh Hey, forgot to tell you that the party is a potluck, so you have to bring something.

Insert Rage.

Here is why…

1. If you are going to have a potluck make it UPFRONT so that people aren’t scrambling at the last minute.
2. Split the menu up and TELL people what to bring, otherwise you end up with 10 appys, 2 salads, and no main dishes.
3. I actually find it insulting that you are throwing a birthday party for yourself and are asking all your guests to supply the food. Never in my life would I EXPECT my guests to bring food. The only time guests bring food to my house is when we throw our annual Christmas party and I supply all the food, but some people like to bring a dish themselves to help out. I NEVER ask anyone to bring anything.

The bottom line is, if you want to have a potluck, make that the reason for the gathering. ‘Thanksgiving Potluck’ or ‘Picnic Potluck in the Park’. Don’t invite people over to your house, where they expect that you are supplying food, hence you inviting people over to your house, and then spring it on them that they need to bring something. That is just rude and inconsiderate. Does it really take that much effort to buy a couple bags of chips, some dip, and some appys at Costco?

In the end, I think the idea of a Potluck is just a very ‘mangiacake‘ kind of thing. Italians would never dream of having their guests bring anything to their house or their party. It may work for some but it doesn’t not work for me. My culture would hate me for it.

There is nothing more thrilling then being woken up every Friday morning at 6:40 by the garbage men coming to pick up the garbage of the apartment across the lane, which happens to be directly outside our window. Its even better in the middle of summer when all the windows are open because it is hot out and they let the truck idol for 10 minutes while they do whatever the hell it is they do. I didn’t know city workers actually started that early. It’s shocking actually.

Why must they ruin a perfectly good morning?

So yea.  I’m pretty sure I am sick. My throat has swollen shut out of no where and my nose is clogged. I feel like crap. I have no idea where I got this sickness from. I guess this just gives me another reason to hate people (because they get you sick) when really, I thought I had already discovered enough reasons this week to hate people. I am a cranky old maid.

I know I sound like a horrible person. Its true, but holy crap, there are just too many annoying, stupid, asshat filled people in this world. The application you fill out to become one of my friends just got 10 times harder to pass. I remember back in University, when I had like 5 friends, I was happy and they were great people with NO issues or drama. Now I’ve got a million friends and every two minutes there’s issues and drama. I don’t know if my being annoyed by this just shows that I am a snob or if there are just too many stupid people in this world, who apparently, want to be my friend. I really don’t know why anyone would want to be my friend. It’s probably because they all want to be friends with Chad so I’m a default friend. And really, I understand. Chad is a much cooler person then I am.

I dunno, I think I’ve been getting way to easily frustrated with people. And what happens when I get frustrated with people? I blatantly ignore them. Chad says I’m way to obvious, but at the same time, I don’t really care. I have not been able to deal well with any of the drama or bullshit this year has thrown at me, and my only way of surviving, I’ve found, is just cutting people out of my life who cause drama and shit for no reason. And when you think about it, why would you even want to be friends or know people who constantly piss you off or frustrated you or bring no positive aspects to your friendship. Exactly. So I’m not being an asshole, I’m just being honest.

Maybe I’m being too honest. I don’t know. I’m just tired of it all.

Especially fuckwit knobs at the Rogers information desk beside T & T supermarket in Metrotown who only respond to you if you are of the same race as them and then blatantly tell you they, in no way, want to help you solve your problem and in fact do not care to retain you as a customer. Wow. Ok thanks you douchbag asshole. You just made me hate the human race even more so then I thought I could.

Maybe I’m the one with the issues.

I woke up this morning to 198 emails in my inbox all having to do with spam comments on my blog. I have already blocked countless IP addresses and marked even more as ‘SPAM’ yet they keep coming.

What is the point? Do people even fall for spam messages anymore? Am I really going to click on the ridiculous links you send me? Do I REALLY want to see Miley Cyrus  naked???

NO.

I blame all of this on Chad because once, long ago, he was a spammer, and now, Karma is getting HIM back by getting ME back.

 Oh the things I have had to suffer because of him.

Spammers need to GET A LIFE!

So this weekend I was sick, or I think I was, or I’m just not sure what the hell is going on. I woke up Saturday morning with a dripping nose. Chad suggested allergies to which I replied “WTH I’m not allergic to things”. I took a clariten anyways. Then I realized they were expired. Probably why they did SFA. Went to my Moms house and she suggested a Sudafed. Popped it. Didn’t help. Went to Alicia’s and blew my nose for 5 hours.

Sunday still stuffed up, more dripping then clogging, now developing a cough. Take different kind of Sudafed. Does nothing. Go to Church and blow nose several times. Come home and feel like death. Attempt to make soup. Make mess of kitchen and feel to sick to clean it up. Head about to explode with sinus pressure and eyes water. Go to Zia Maria’s and watch hockey game with cousins. Survive quite nicely until 8pm when we decided to watch My Cousin Vinny. Blow nose 17 million times during movie.

Monday worst day of my life. Fever, stuffed up nose, inability to breath through nose, cough, congestion, over all feeling of death. Go to work. Die. Work for 4 hours, get the hell out of there. Sneeze so much on the drive home that my eyes water and I can not see a thing. Avoid getting into multi vehicle accident. Arrive home, have bath, put on Pjs, continue to suffer. Figure the head cold medicine is not working and give up on all kinds of healing procedures. Lay in misery for hours.  Inability to breath through nose causes multitude amounts of suffering. Rub Vicks Vaporub all over chest and neck in attempt to relief some sort of congestion. Partially works. Inability to breath through nose continues to drive me through the roof. Attempt to make dinner while needing to take a fever break every 5 minutes. Make dinner but feel too sick to actually eat it. Attempt to clear clogged nose by mindlessly blowing it to the point of raw exposed skin. Attempt relief by numerous applicationsof lotion to nostril area. Finally give up on life and sit in front of the TV breathing through my mouth and sniffing Vicks Vaporub. Go to bed and somehow sleep through the night.

Tuesday wake up and feel 5% better. Try and de clog throat and nose from sleepy time mucus. Sit on edge of bathtub and contemplated life. Get dressed and go to work. Attempt to survive a full 8 hours…

The only thing I can think of at this point in time is that I have a combination of sickness plus allergies. While I have never had allergies to Spring before I guess this year is the year for every. None of the sinus cold medication is making me feel any better and all I can do is sit here with my nose completelyclogged and I can’t blow the crap out or sniff if in, its just fully clogged. My fever is gone and all my achiness, the only thing that is left is the nose. Chads got some different allergy medication at home that’s helped him out a lot this season so I am going to test it out tonight. If it works I am going to kick myself for not trying it earlier. There is definitely something in this air at work that is irritating the crap out of me. AHHHHHHH.

That’s it. I am buying a damn Netty Pot.

Le sigh.