Don't make me give you another yellow card!

Should I go for four days in a row? Sure why not.

I got a new mouse at work today and I am obsessed with clicking things because it actually works and I'm really giddy about it.

One more day until my holidays!!! SO EXCITED.

Sooooo, today. Some how the day went by fast which is good. Its really gross outside and feels like fall. It makes me all confused. I want to go home and put on my sweats and cuddle on the couch by myself while Chads is at the gym. But no don't worry there is too much to clean. My Zia from Italy is coming to see the place on Sunday and there is much updating to do with all of our gifts so far. Its going to take me a while tonight.







I am excited for dinner tonight. I don't know what we are having but I hope its good. I want food. I am also excited to go home and have a warm shower and then put on comfy clothes AND THEN spend time organizing stuff. I love to organize.

Speaking of tonight lets talk about last night. There was some Italian Centre employee who was in his 20s that kept hitting on my mom all night long, and then when I went there to sit with her at the end of it all he started hitting on me. It was a little ridiculous. And it didn't help that both our significant others were MIA. As for the choir they were amazing and I bought both their Cds. One of the young Italian men inquired about me to my mother because apparently they have become fast friends. Unfortunately I had a headache so I left early, I will however be seeing them all again this weekend. It should be interesting. And I'm not going to lie. He is good looking. Hahah not that that means anything. Don't worry. Chad's safe. As long as he stops making fun of me.

My Dad had his gallbladder removed on Tuesday (thats why he couldn't come last night) so hes been laying around all week long. Hes doing good tho and a bit in pain because of the healing and all. Hes been having a lot of stomach problems and they finally figured out that it was because his gallbladder wasn't working anymore and basically dead and it was causing him pain. Hopefully with it removed he will feel a lot better.

This week has been really weird. We all wore grey today which is even weirder. The whole office is creeped out by this news story. We can't stop talking about how gross it is. Such a horrible event.

Ok I think its time to head home and start the second part of this bizarre day.

Hello Jerk Face...

The cabinet is up and it looks good. There is still so much to clean and organize. That is getting postponed until tomorrow. Tonight I go to see my Cousin from Italy and his Men's Choir sing at the Italian Centre. My Mom warned me that some of the guys are in there 30s and looking for wives. Chad is busy and can't come. We'll see what happens...

I wonder what I should wear?

Frustration on the rise

Last night. The night where plans don't work out like you want them to. The night where you would like to hit people over the head with metal objects. Oh what a night.

So as I mentioned yesterday we were planning to go to Ikea to get a display cabinet for all the goodies we have been receiving as wedding presents. I found the exact one I wanted with glass doors and all and it was for a reasonable price. I was excited about this.

I phoned my mom and ask her if we can borrow the truck to go get this cabinet. She tells me that no one is using the truck so it should be fine. Perfect! My plan is set in motion.

Chad was home all day but had a million things on his plate so we planned to meet after dinner for a quick trip to Ikea to pick up the cabinet so he could also run the last bit of his errands after that.

I then get a phone call from my mom saying that my brother just got home from school and said he needed the truck for something to do with school and he just found out that he needed it. On top of that we couldn't take my moms jeep because she was going out and doesn't know how to drive a standard so we couldn't switch cars. Fack. I was really really looking forward to going to Ikea.

So I tell this to Chad but he says not to worry because we were able to bring home the Ikea book cases in his car and this cabinet shouldn't be as long as the book cases so it will work. Thank God. So off we go with our list of things to buy and do.

We get to Ikea, find what we need, load it up on the buggie thing and go to pay. In my head I calculated that everything would come to around $400 so when the total came to $330 I just figured that one of the items wasn't as pricey and I had originally thought.

We go to load everything into Chads car when he realizes the the spot to slide the packages through it narrower then the package itself. In most cars the two back seats flip down and you have that whole space to slip stuff through, but in Chads car there is a small cut out in which to slip stuff through instead of having the width of both seats. This, we did not originally realize, would be a problem. So the boxes are half hanging out the back and I go to find some twine to tie everything down but I can't find the box the dispenses it so I am running around everywhere. I finally find some and run back to the car only to notice a box three feet from where Chad was standing. Ugh.

Now that the boxes are half sticking out of the car our plans to pick up some stuff at the liquor store and deli changed. Chad didn't feel comfortable driving around down with all this stuff hanging out so we made a b-line home.

Meanwhile I was looking at the bill trying to figure out why it cost us less then it should have and I realized she did not charge us for the glass doors that went with the cabinet. See you could buy the cabinet buy itself or with the doors for an extra $120. Somehow our cashier didn't scan the box so we got it for free. A little bizarre since that box was on top of everything and should have been the first thing she scanned. Oh well.

We got home and Chad grabbed the dolly, loaded everything up, and brought it upstairs. I rushed the IGA to get Chad some stuff for lunch before it closed while Chad unpacked everything.

I get back and hes standing in the middle of the room, pieces everywhere, staring at the ground. He couldn't find any of the hardware to put the cabinet together and was very confused. I suggested checking the boxes with the glass doors in them because I heard stuff moving in there. This would have been an option but the two pieces were to be bought separately so why would the pieces for the cabinet be in the box with the doors?

It was all very confusing and frustrating.

Chad checked the Ikea website and it stated that the cabinet came in two boxes. One with the main piece and a smaller one with the feet and hardware. Ohhhhhh. This is probably why she didn't scan the other box because she thought it was the box with the feet and the hardware in it.

Now we were stuck. Pieces were everywhere and there was nothing we could use to put them together. Great. I attempted to clean everything up and remove everything from the existing liquor cabinet to make room but some movie was on that Chad really wanted to watch and so I couldn't do much with out his help. So so so frustrating.

In the end I just had to leave everything in a complete disaster. Chad is going to go to Ikea today to try and get the missing box and then hopefully put it all together tonight. Then maybe we can organize a few things.

But the fun doesn't stop there.

Chad has this new obsession with not answering his home phone. He does this because people only call to give you bad news. Srsly. So whenever I call him I have to phone his cell because he will see that it is me and answer it.

While we were in Ikea he gave me his cell to put in my purse. I carried it around and then in the disaster of things that night I totally forgot to take it out of my purse, so I went home with it. Just before I went to be I realized I still had it so I called to tell him where it was. Of course he didn't answer the phone, so I left a message. Meanwhile I was raging inside with this not answering the phone business.

This morning at 7 his phone starts ringing on Max volume. At first I didn't recognize the number but then realized he was calling his phone to try and find it. I go to answer it but its too late. So I call him back. Do you think he answers? NO. FACK. Again I leave a message. I HAVE YOUR CELL PHONE ANSWER YOUR DAMN HOUSE PHONE. I was not in a good mood. He still didn't answer his home phone.

So today I have to deal with work calling him 100 times on his phone which I am not about to answer, so they leave messages and I get to hear it beep all day. Yay!

I just pray to God he gets the last box from Ikea so we can finish this mess. And maybe we can get some call display so he can see when I am calling his house and actually answer the phone.

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Another weekend of none stop gatherings has come and gone. These weekends leave me feeling a million years old with how tired I am at the end of it all. As much as I love all this visiting and excitement its wears me down and makes me cranky. I lack stamina and my body physically can not handle it.



Maybe I am just overly moody this weekend.



I have this overwhelming amount of negativity towards work for some reason. We've finally slowed down giving me a little bit more flexibility in my day to day routine but I just feel so un inspired and motivated. I don't know what it is. The only thing I can sum it up to is that I actually haven't had a vacation in over a year other then stat holidays, and with all the stress that just past I am itching to get the hell out of here. Thankfully I have three days off next week when we go up to Manning Park but I am REALLY looking forward to taking off for a week and relaxing in Mexico. I think I am going stir crazy in here.



Aside from visiting and such, this weekend was productive. I had the girls come over and we got a bunch of stuff done for the wedding and then Chad and I went to the bank to figure out our accounts and such. I now have access to Chads millions. Yea right.



Quick Wedding To-Do Summary

1. Wedding Dress - Done!
2. Shawl or Jacket - Not started.
3. Veil - Half way done.
4. Bridesmaids Dresses - Done!
5. Bridesmaids Wraps - Done!
6. Bridesmaids Jewelry - Done!
7. Bridesmaids Hair Accessories - Just need to find something for my MOH.
8. Ceremony Programs - Done!
9. Reception Programs - Not started.
10. Wine Labels - Not started.
11. Wedding Favours - Done!
12. Table Cloths - Fabric bought, need to sew.
13. Photo for Sign In Table - Need to be printed and purchase frame.
14. Seating Plan - Just needs to be confirmed closer to the day.

Hopefully tonight we can go to Ikea and find a simple Display Cabinet that I can stick a lot of the new dishes and stuff in. Then we can get rid of Chads 70s liquor cabinet and actually use the space. I will, however, miss the tackiness that is that cabinet.

I just won a bet with Chad over the name of this post. Burn.

Visit to Mission

Cleanliness is next to Godliness

I beat everyone to work today. That makes me special. We all came in early to start on Inventory but now I've been assigned to other work so I get to sit here and work instead of running around in the warehouse. That makes me happy.

I just noticed that I have a hickey on my neck. I mean I had an accident with the vacuum cleaner.

If Chad and I don't see each other for a few days for whatever reason, when we finally do come together its not a party of joy or of 'Oh I missed you so much'. It's a party of anger. Every time. It's the strangest thing. Its like we secretly resent each other for being busy and not seeing each other so we blow up and get angry at everything for the first hour. Well, I do anyways. This was the case on Wednesday night. I think I might have explained this before.

One thing that drives me INSANE is when I don't see Chad for a couple of days and then I come over to the apartment and it is a complete disaster. I get so frustrated because then instead of spending time with him I have to spend the first few hours cleaning everything. Chad tries to tell me that everything is clean, its just Chad clean and not Rossi clean. There is a big difference between Chad clean and Rossi clean. My only solace is that when we are married I will clearly be around more and I can hopefully maintain some level of cleanliness instead of these periodic massive cleaning parties of one.

This time I decided to blow up over the fact that he only washed 2 out of the 4 towels in the bathroom even though I've told him a million times that if he is going to wash the towels he needs to wash them all. And yes yes I should be thankful that he actually does the laundry and all that but 1) I don't live there so hes not washing my stuff and 2) how hard is it to dump stuff in a machine, set it and walk away, then leave the pile of clean close on the floor for days until someone else (ME) comes to fold and put them all away. Exactly.

But this is fine. In a month I will take over all the responsibilities he does half fast and I will do them the 'right way'. I come from a long line of females who think that the right way and the only way of doing things are their way. This is why I will not do the laundry at home or cook anything in my mothers kitchen because no matter how I do it or how I clean up it will never be done the way she wants it. I don't do it her way or the 'right way' so I would rather not do it at all. I am however, now beginning to understand my mothers obsession with having things done the right way.

We've already had many discussion about roles in the family. Chad is lucky I am an Italian woman and I was brought up in a certain way that just so happens to match his ideals. Being a traditional Italian woman is like stepping back 100 years. Its not about sharing responsibilities its about dividing them. Ask my mother or my nonna what there opinions are about men who attempt to iron their own clothes or who come to work with a can of soup for lunch. They will tell you that its the wife's responsibility to prepare good meals for their husbands and to provide clean pressed clothes for their family. The men will cut the lawn and fix the cars but it is the women who will make the beds and care for the children. They aren't saying that husbands shouldn't help their wifes if the situation calls for it, but there is still a division of roles.

Therefor Chad will man the BBQ and take out the trash and I will clean the house and do all the laundry, and we won't fight over whos turn it is to wash the dishes because we will already know who is responsible for what. And this will make me happy. I like taking care of my husband and my home. It gives me a sense of pride to take care of my family as it gives Chad a sense of pride to go to work every day and provide for his family. We may be living in the 50s but it works for us.

Now if I could only get him to wash all four of the towels.

Baby got back

Alicia and I got take out from the Greek restaurant down the street. This is the second time we've done this and its so smart. The food is so good and even though we order from the dinner menu they always give it to us for cheap. It's become my new favorite thing to do.



Yesterday I had to drop some stuff off at the apartment before heading over to Metro town to do some shopping and while I was running from the front door to the car I could feel my ass jiggle, but more then usual. I think it's growing. I think its taking my thighs with it. I know Chad always says hes marrying me for my 'Baby Making Hips' as in I look like I have have and hold a baby quite nicely in my hip region (I guess that's something guys look for) but I don't know at what point that gets a little out of control.

I have this issue with not being able to fit in pants because my mind plays tricks on me and makes me think I always need a size bigger then I really do which leaves me with a baggy crotch, a waist that doesn't fit and an overall bad look. That and sometimes people make pants with zippers that are too small and the opening isn't big enough for me to get the pants over my ass. It's annoying but something I really shouldn't complain about.



I tried to make my wedding dress a little bootylicious and at first it worked out but it didn't really end up that way, which is fine with me because I prob. shouldn't be whorey in a Church and in front of old Italian people.

I wonder what it would look like if my ass and my thighs became like one big unit and you couldn't tell them apart? That would be weird. Its bad enough that I already have a second ass. That is what I call the small bump of fat I have between my butt and my thighs.



And I know I am skinny and all and it looks like you can break me in half but even skinny people have a place on there body where bits of fat compile together. Mine just happens to be my butt. I love food and I can't help myself and I am going to have a huge ass because of it. Thank God Chad likes big butts and he can not lie.

Ummmm food.

I think I am going to go eat my Greek leftovers.

Your boyfriend called to hear your voice

Welcome to Monday morning.



I have given up on caring at this exact moment. Work wise that is. I am just too exhausted and lazy and tired of telling everyone I am exhausted. I need a vac cay and even though it is two weeks away that is just not quick enough for me. I still plan on doing the things I need to do everyday but I will no longer hustle my ass. I will be a moderate employee this week.



I had my first bridal shower yesterday but my mom has the pictures for that and hasn't given them to me yet so I won't blog about it.



Saturday I finished my dress. Yes that is right it is alll done! Aside from some things I *might* change if there is time near the end (because I am picky). It was quite the experience in making this dress, especially because I haven't really made anything to this caliber before, aside from my grad dress. The lace was the tricky part because its see through and there are difference ways in which you can sew the seams and I really didn't know what I was doing so, yea. I don't know what to think about that yet. But I do love it and it did turn out the way I wanted so I am pretty pleased. I am also thankful I don't have to look at it again until the wedding. It was getting very frustrating.



As you can see we got our engagement photos back. I am more then happy with them! I love them! I am so glad that we chose to spend a little bit more money then anticipated on our photographer. I think for us that was one of the most important things. We wanted someone who's photos stood out. Yes the poses aren't 100% natural but they are beautiful. I love the colours and the settings. If you will remember it was a very stressful thing trying to find the right photographer but I am more then thrilled with who we chose.



Scott was great to work with and I can't say enough good things about his pictures. I am super excited for the wedding now and all the pictures that will come from it. We are bloggers, we are narcissists, so it only figures that we would choose someone who fits our style.



Less then 50 days bitches!

Scotts website - Here.
All our engagement photos - Here.
Our slide show - Here.

Chad need to find black squishy pads

The office is getting silent as everyone leaves for the weekend. Phones keep ringing and there is no one here to answer them. After a stress filled week I can't wait to get out of here. Its my Dads birthday today and we are having Fish n' Chips for dinner. They aren't may favorite but hopefully these ones are good.



This weekend I've got my first bridal shower. Chads aunt is throwing it for me. I'm excited to get presents but I dread having to open them in front of everyone as they watch me. I really am not a fan of opening gifts in front of people. I hate all the staring.



I am actually looking forward to tomorrow and all the wedding stuff that I am going to do because it won't be 8 hours straight of dress sewing. It will be little projects that hopefully wont take as long. I've even been working overtime once a week to save up the hours so I can take some time off aside from all my holidays. Chad and I have design some pretty wicked wine labels. Lets just hope I can execute them properly.



I am tired and totally out of it and doing everything in my power to make the time go buy quicker while ignoring work. So far so good but I am warring thin. Facebook is only so interesting.



I've got bloggers block and I don't know what to write about. My mind is mush.

Crap I just kinked my neck and now I'm in pain.

This is what you call a pointless post.

Last weeks Firday Lunch Date.

Can I steal you for a minute?

Alright all my impatient readers. Finally a post. I know its all over due but we are approaching the season of stress, both a work and in life and so the last thing I have time to do is blog. But none the less here is a post.

Saturday was another day of dress drama but in the afternoon I took a break and joined the crew at Confederation Park for some BBQ'ing and Bocce of course because we are Italians and must integrate Bocce into every event.

The only problem was that the boys planned this event and told us girls at the last minute not giving us enough time to properly plan for it. There for it was a bit of a mad rush at the end.

Someone needs to get this man some sleeves. I much preferr t-shirts or wife beaters but these in between shirts...um no. But again thats just my personal fashion opinion.



I thought Dario was going to bring a little camping BBQ but really I should have stopped and thought 'this is Dario we are talking about' hence the full fledged BBQ he strapped to the back of his truck.



I bought this hat from work a million years ago and I've been saving it to wear to Mexico but I thought I would bust it out to give it a test run. I heart it greatly even though Chad says its too manly for me.



Marlee, Krystal, & Dario chatting away before dinner.



We then decided to throw the football around. I was too paranoid of it hitting my ring or my glasses so whenever it came at me I would kick it down or use my legs to block it. It was funny. At least I thought it was.



I was really in love with my outfit. I put it together in a matter of 5 minutes. Those are always the best outfits.



I love men. I love BBQ's. I love men BBQ'ing.



When we got to the park I realized I had forgotten my camera and I felt like a part of me was missing so Chad drove me back home to get it. Thankfully I literally live 5 minutes away.



We were all snacking before dinner. We are obsessed with food but I think that goes without saying.



Marlee made a pasta salad. Unfortunetly both Chad & Dario belong to the 'We don't eat cold pasta' club. It's wide spread amoung Italian men. I just dont understand it. Its pasta for the love of God!



Showing off his BBQ skills & his arms. He is multi talented.



Fetching of the food.



Have I ever told you home much I love Hot Dogs? Sweet Jesus that are my favorite. Chad even went out and bought me my favorite buns. Score!



Ahh. Heres a story. So Dario bought these hot dogs with Cheese & Onion inside of them. Once they were cooked Marlee goes to take a bite of it. All of a sudden I've got burning cheese on my hands and my lap and Marlee is freaking out. Turns out the cheese on the inside was ready to burst so when Marlee bit into it, it exploded everywhere burning both her and I. Somehow Dario worked his way around having his hot dog explode but it was pretty funny when Marlee did it. Minus the grease burns.



We were all done but Chad was still cooking up his Heart Attack burger.




Bacon Double Cheese Burger anyone? Apparently his excuse is that he bought the wrong patties from Costco and these ones are too thin meaning he gets to eat two in one burger. So gross.



After being stuck on the bridge for half an hour due to an accident Steve finally joined us for din din.





The start of the Bocce match. Girls vs. Boys agian. We played on retarded ground which affected us greatly. Chad was loving it tho. Some how he always wins on the shitty ground and I always win on the good ground.



Classic.





We then took a break after the boys beat us 11 - 0. Yea it was pathetic. Dario ended up going through Marlees purse and found some bubbles. That entertained him for a while.




Who looks hotter in the hat?

We ended the night with bocce by moonlight on the good grass which means we won because I rule on this grass. EVERYTIME. But then at the end there was a measurement discrepancy and we were tied but Marlee thought Dario was measuring wrong and then it was 'Dario vs. Marlee in Who Can Measure Better?' Its so funny when they get into there little squabbles of who is better at measuring.

After everyone left we (Chad, Steve & I) sat in the park in the dark and chatted about Steve & Ashleigh's trip to Vegas. It was a good night.

Sunday we were busy running around and then headed out to White Rock for some Birthdays where I somehow got 6 bug bites on my legs and am still suffering from then now.

Monday was dinner on the beach with the girls from work. Tuesday was anxiety attack over the dress and all the needs to be done, which then carried over into this morning but thankfully is now gone. Tonight we are doing a handful of things around the house and then taking the night off from the gym to relax for 5 minutes. I'm looking forward to that.

Tomorrow we are going to pick out our new mattress! GUESS WHO'S EXCITED!?

The Night the Measurements Took Over...