We're off to see the Blizzard . . .

What a full weekend I've had! I woke up quite early on Saturday, about nine thirty. Don't you dare judge me, I just said that it was Saturday! Anyway, I called Licorice as we had plans to Wii together. As we were talking I happened to look out the window. What a joy - it began to snow. There are plenty of people who enjoy the snow, and just as many who are tired of it. I say keep it coming, but it would be extra convenient if it would have the courtesy to stay off of the roads. Well, this was unfortunate in this instance, as Licorice lives about an hour away. I was not picking up at driving all the way out there, as the last time I drove home from her house my car was buried so deeply I barely made it out of the driveway! Instead I decided to put my Wii-energy to use with Penelope. The distance to her house is a mere eight minutes in good weather, and this is a much more acceptable visit with a looming storm. When I arrived, Penelope told me that we would be going shopping. Just a note for everyone reading this - have you noticed that whenever I visit a friend we always seem to get up and leave right away?

Not one to waste an opportunity, I decided that we would stop by the marina for a walk. With the snow flying around us, I knew that there would not be much pedestrian traffic. I'll take this moment to clarify, with the wind speed being what it was, it did not feel like snow. It felt like tiny bullets whizzing directly at us. Thankfully we are hardier than most, and took this time to appreciate the crystaline winter beauty . . .

. . . then we hauled butt back to the car because we were cold.

Thankfully WalMart is quite warm. We headed down to the hair dye aisle (HORRERS!) and Penelope picked out her shade. What a smart girl she is to pick the colour out herself.

We spent the night playing Wii, dying, eating delicious pasta that Penelope's mother made for us, playing some more Wii, and watching a movie. The movie frustrated me. A good storyline does not a fantastic movie make, as mixed mythology and predictably cheesy lines proved.

Sunday dawned with the hope of less snow. Again, I dragged my behind out of bed at an absurd hour. First a caffeine fix thanks to Tim Hortons, then off to the church we went. This was Carrie's baptism day! Penelope and I are her Godparents. I amused her by speaking in a husky Italian accent. And why not? I am the Godfather after all.

What fun the ceremony is for a non-Catholic! Pomp, circumstance, ceremonial garb, magic oil, holy water, preventative exorcisms, ring a bell, sit, stand, kneel, pray, Amen . . . the list goes on and on! The interactions between the speaker and the seasoned veterans in the other pews was fascinating to this 'outsider.'

After the ceremony, we all went out for lunch. This included myself, Penelope, Carrie, Darla, Carrie's father Willy, and her older sister Meredith. Egg rolls and spring rolls and wontons - oh my! Several pounds later, we left for home. Seeing as I had to go to work that night, I took a quick nap on Penelope's bed. She lives 30 seconds away from the hospital, so this saved me sixteen minutes of driving (8 there, 8 back - but you knew that because you were paying attention earlier, weren't you?).

Today is Monday, and today is about the sleeping. Calls will be forwarded to voicemail, the cat will be curled up beside me, and light will be banished by heavy curtains. Goodnight!