SNOW

When I was younger, snow was awesome. Seriously, you got a free day off school, you got to play outside with your friends ... good times.

Then I turned 16, and got my license. And snow became my evil yearly nemesis. Seriously, I drive a tiny hatchback that weighs less than I do (well, practically), and my "all-season" tires don't seem to handle bad weather at ALL. It's gotten to the point where I start worrying about snow at the end of summer, and don't feel any peace of mind until the next March. It sucks.

I work 50 kilometres from my home at the top of a mountain, people. It's not a pleasant drive under the best of conditions; this winter, I'm freaking out about it.

Yesterday, while we had our little blizzard, the fiance and I had lunch plans with some friends who are visiting from out of town. So we walked. Anyone who knows me knows that I am quite the princess sometimes. I just don't walk. Especially when it's cold and snowy! But it was the only way I would consider getting to the restaurant. You couldn't pay me to get in a car if there's snow coming down, because even if the roads have just been ploughed, what will happen in an hour?! So of course being out in the cold snow helped to get me sick, and now I can't go to work today.

On to pleasanter topics (and yeah, I'm pretty sure "pleasanter" is not technically a word) ... Friday was our engagement party. Well, the first of two, at least :) I was super nervous, because the fiance's family is small and somewhat conservative, especially compared to my loud, crazy, obnoxious peeps. But it went well.

The fiance's parents stayed until after 1am, everyone danced (including the fiance, who NEVER dances), and our families seemed to get along much better than I would have expected. To say I was surprised would be an understatement, but hopefully this is just a first step, and we can continue to build on this. I'm very close to my family, and hope that will also include my future in-laws.

The last thing I'm going to mention in this meandering post is the big move. Six days until we pick up and head to the boonies. I have packed two boxes so far. I don't know how to pack up an entire home; my mom always did that, and I was just responsible for my room. How do I time the packing of the kitchen so that we can use it all week, and yet have our shit together? So difficult.