"Sex is like snow, you never know how many inches you're going to get or how long it will last"

The New Year brought more than new outlooks and goals this year; it also brought 8 feet of snow in front of my door.

On December 31st, when I got a call from my mom warning me about how much snow there was to come, I kind of rolled my eyes and continued to get ready for my New Years eve gala. For one, PEI weather is about as predictable as stubbing your toe. Secondly, my mom loves to worry, as most moms do even though I haven't lived home for 4 years now.

So I went to the gala, knowing the snow was coming, and had a great time with the beau.

On our way home, I saw the snow, but it was nothing my mom said it was going to be. That was until we woke up the next day at 11am, and got our first warning....

And then later that afternoon....

And that evening.. And the next morning

Let me tell you, I had some crazy cabin fever. Leaping out of my back door on January 2nd, which had only collected about a foot of snow, I decided to take my daily crossword downtown and finish it at Timothy's. I should have taken pictures downtown, as it was NUTS! In some spots, there was so much snow cars were driving through tunnels of snow, and where they had ploughed the sidewalks (which wasn't everywhere -- extreme danger) there were spots where the snow was so high you couldn't see the road.

As a result from my adventure, for the first time in a zillion years, my immune system of steel decided to take a break and grace me an old-timey winter cold. My bronchitus usually acts up 2-3 times a year, but its been ages since I haven't felt like moving from my uncomfortable "floor office" at the foot of my bed.

I've been friggin' around with this blog all day trying to get the header right, but it will never be to my expectations. My lovely roommates returned last night, one bringing with her some delectable Ferrero Roche bonbons, and the other bring back some AMAZING Yukon roasted coffee called "Christmas Blend". All I can say is, I would travel to the Yukon for this coffee, its unbelievable. I like to think I know a little about coffee.

So here I sit, sipping on my french pressed Christmas blend, blowing my nose, and chilling with the coolest cat in the world Paco. It's 4:30pm, so I'm thinking I should get my life together.