You know, I think you’re the only MMPer who could realistically drop in for a brownie. You’re in Mississauga, right? Just sayin’.
Home from work, and my throat feels a little funny. I think I’ll have an adult beverage to make everything feel better. I am not going to get sick. I am resolutely healthy!
Work in Mississausage (around 401 & Hurontario), live just inside Brampton (Steeles & Hurontario, there called Main just to confuse people). Being a pubic transit patron it makes trips to the GTA rare, but, y’know … next time I’m out – well, keep the recipe handy. And make lots. 
I just got over a kick-me-in-the tuchus cold a month or so ago. It wasn’t pretty. There was bloodshed and harsh words. The Nyquil, it did nothing to stem the tide emanating from my nose and creating a vacuum in its wake that threatened to collapse my nasal passages and suck my brain out through them in one long linguini-like strand.
Not that you have anything to worry about, of course. 
Back from work, nothing to report.
gt, those sound like the hooligans at my store.
Mornin’ y’all! I slept really good last night. I think I was asleep within twenty minutes after making my last post. I didn’t even wake up to pee! That’s what us over fifties call pullin’ an all nighter.
It’s vote day in Amurrka. I’m encouraging all Amurrkin cool kids to get out and vote. I’m gonna groom myself shortly and be at the poll at seven a.m. Ummm… maybe… it is pouring down rain right now but that could let up by daylight. I prefer to vote before going in to work just cause. Plus I get to wear my “I’m A Georgia Voter” peach sticker all day.
I’m up extra extra early so that I can go vote. I like to vote before work too. I’m always afraid that if I wait I’ll get stuck at work and miss voting. That happened to me once in a primary, which made me mad. It’s the only election I’ve missed in about 20 years. It’s disappointing to feel like I’m mostly voting for the least bad candidates rather than the better of two. 
doggio and LiLi, we need to start a worldwide movement to do away with teen hooligans. I’m sure there are lots of jobs out there going undone that they could handle. They just had a story on the radio about kids finishing high school in New Orleans away from their parents. Some are living with families, but others are living on their own and creating problems. I think rounding them all up would be a wonderful idea.
No one is allowed to be sick! I declared this so yesterday when I was missing three people when I got to work. They all had sick family that they had to stay home with. Another person was feeling chilled, which scared the rest of us. I’m now extending this moratorium to the MMP (I’m looking at you LiLi). So there! 
Well, off to the shower and then to be a dutiful voter.
GT
In that case, just pretend you haven’t seen me today…
I never made it home
I’m still sitting in my school’s computer lab and it’s 5:03 AM.
sniff
I’m not voting tomorrow because I’m sob not old enough yet.
oh the angst!
(actually, I was bad and found someone in study hall who would pay me to do her geometery. I’m like an academic prostitute!)
seriously! “one gets to cut it and one gets to pick” has worked just fine with my sisters and I since we were little bitty kids and heard the idea on sesame street.
I read that as “I just ATE a hunnert of 'em…” and I was like, “woah! that’s some stamina!”
GT cold sesame noodles sound gooooooooooooooooooooood right now. (or… well, not right now because it’s 5 in the morning, but for dinner tomorrow) I never thought about making them myself, though. Sometimes I’m not very smart and I don’t have ideas, but I think I’ll steal yours and look for a recipe…
I’m wearing my I’m a Georgia Voter sticker. Ain’t it cute! A couple years back they tried to pass out stickers that looked like one of those electronic voting machines that said “Georgia Voter” but we rebelled at my precinct. The little man who hands out stickers did have a roll of peach stickers, so we got our peach stickers. We early voters out in Redbone are persnickety about our stickers. We want, nay, demand our peachy stickers!
Good story. I’ve been ‘baptized’ a couple of time. Just be careful - if anyone asks you to get a water hammer or to find a bucket of friction loss, tell 'em to shove it.
I have a couple of pictures of me in my gear, but I need to upload them. I have one here (yeah, it’s a MySpace page, sue me). In the top left part, click on ‘pics.’ There’s a group shot of a bunch of us at the Fire Expo last year. I’m standing on the far right in the light blue uniform shirt. My husband is next to me and my son is the little blond kid third from the left.
I found out yesterday that somehow my voting registration didn’t transfer to my new town. So I have to go back to the old town (half an hour or so–plus traffic) to vote after work. I might not bother if my mother hadn’t called me last night to tell me how important it was for me to vote (even though she hasn’t lived in New Jersey for several years now).
So I’ll be home late tonight.
Oh, can I double-post to say I’ve lost weight since that pisture was taken? I have. ABout 20 pounds. I look much better now.
And I’m another happy voter, if only because the junk mail and obnoxious phone calls will stop. I throw away a ton of mail every day. And the phone calls! Some of them have the volume up so loud it’s like they’re yelling at me to go vote for Candidate Smith. Stop yelling at me!
The old “one gets to cut and the other gets to chose” thing is being used in a new commercial - for peanut butter, I think. It’s cute. The older brother cuts unevely, and as he cuts, mom announces that the little brother gets to pick which half he wants.
I haven’t heard of those, but I did mention loudly that I knew about plaid paint, buckets of steam, and left-handed monkey wrenches already, so don’t waste my time…
Look at it this way, Drae… you will be able to vote.
I spent 2003 “living” in the States. The commas are because I actually spent more time out of the country than in, but anyway I did like my passport said to do and registered at the consulate as a resident. One cool thing about having to register at a consulate in NYC and working for a company that wants its employers to dot all the legal i’s and cross all the legal t’s is that it gives you an excuse for a day trip to Manhattan
I went back to Spain on March 13, 2004. When the plane left it was the day before my birthday; when it landed, it was my birthday. And the next day, Sunday 14th, was election day.
I was not allowed to vote, even though my name was on the list, because it said “absent, in NYC”. In order to be able to vote in March, I would have had to de-register in NY in September… but wait a minute… in September, I still had to live in Philly for six months!
There were local elections in June and I wasn’t able to vote in those, either Being old enough to remember the excitement over the 1976 Constitutional vote, this is a right that it royally pisses me not being able to use.
I wrote to the national ombudsman about it and he said “oh, this was according to regs”. Yeah I know - my complaint is not with what the bureaucrats did, it’s with having regs that were written as if documents still traveled on lines of donkeys :rolleyes:
And the detail that colors me purple? 
When I was there '94-'98 I was also registered… but, being a student, it was as a “transient” even though I spent more actual time there… so, as a transient - I could vote either in my consulate or at home just fine, and did! :smack:
You may report me for overuse of smileys now if you want. But if it’s election day where you live, you can’t do this until you’ve voted, mmmmkay?
That’s awesome - I’ve always thought there should be something better than that lame receipt we get here in Ell-ee-noise.
I voted - 6:14 am, and I was already # 37. So much for lower than expected turnout I think. We have a school referendum on the ballot here. so Vested Interest is my name today. All us admin types have been manning phones and door knocking for the last month. Stupid law in this state says that even if you don’t have to raise the taxes to build new schools, you must ask the voters for permission. And we got LOTS to build in the next several years!
What I did was, I set up a raffle - with my own $20 - All my staff and drivers are eligible. Bring in your voting stub, write your name on the back, and when I draw the winner tomorrow they get a $25 gift card to the local pizza place.
**rigs **- the local Sun-Times affiliate has an editorial endorsing ‘none of these idiots’ for Governor!!
You and I obviously go to the same place for decorating materials…Imaginary Toolstore
BWAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!! I’m in love with your local Sun-Times affiliate MBG.
After hearing the two prime contenders for Goobernor in GA mealy mouth each other so much, I wanted to spank both of 'em and send 'em to bed without supper. If you’re gonna act like brats, I say, you get treated like brats!
So, I’ll just be a postin’ 'ho today! 
The Albany Herald (Motto: We don’t need no stinkin’ spellcheck!) actually did a great job with the great unveiling of our ornament yesterday. Behold The Arctic Bear. The sign’s jake. It revolves and the polar bear is lickin’ the big ice cream cone.
Morning.
Tonsils still swollen. Why didn’t my parents get my tonsils out when I was a kid? I hate them. Today will be tea-and-lemon-and-honey-and-vitamin-c day, so I will not get sick. I have to work tomorrow, and I have a great immune system! Plus I have a whole bunch of housework to do, and I’m going to dance class, dammit.
Stupid tonsils.
Dang… I’ve actually been there.
To the Arctic Bear? For real??? Did you have a chocolate covered frozen banana? The place was still open for the first couple years after I moved here. I’d go get those and banana splits and nummerific burgers.
