Voting

I voted this morning for the first time in the state of New York. I hate to say it, but I think I like voting in Michigan better.

Reasons:

-The old ladies are really nice at my old Michigan voting place
-My name was right next to my mom's (Susan and Sandra) and the ladies would tell me if my mom had voted yet
-The school gym I would vote in is much larger than the tiny room at the senior citizen center
-I had to ask for help to close the curtain
-Punching the paper is easier than the giant machine
-I liked seeing my paper ballot zip into the machine to count my vote
-I did not get a sticker! This reason counts like ten times, the sticker was one of my favorite things.

I even took a picture of one once.


(Side note: I loved that world map back there)

Anyway, Brian and I first talked about Obama in the summer of 2005 at Camp Fowler. We joked about making Obama 08' shirts. I am very excited for the results and plan on watching the news all night long.

I was also incredibly surprised and discouraged talking to my co-worker about the election. He does not believe in voting or really the government. He believes that people in the government, at all levels, are out for themselves and no one else. I felt awful for him. I would hate to go through life believing people are inherently selfish. I can understand feeling like your vote may not mean anything on a national level, but voting can really count for you on a local level. In Grand Rapids I voted in several very close races and for many close proposals (zoo expansion anyone). He needs to snap out of it.

Woah

Sometimes we think our neighborhood is crap. Some examples:
-I had just finished showering last week when I heard pounding on our neighbors door. I, obviously, go look out the peephole to see it was a police man who wanted to see her! Then he pounded on my door. When I opened up I was presented with a mug shot and asked if this was our neighbor (it was). Pretty much my crime drama dream come true. So now I'm insanely curious what she did and why the cops had to come find her. She's still next door five days later.
-There was almost no room to park last night because someone had dumped a giant red couch next to the dumpster. Lot of people who don't live in the building dump their trash with us. Next to Price Chopper it's probably the easiest place around.
-There was a shooting of a UAlbany student about a mile away from us. Pretty sad.

Our rent is good though.

I don't really know how to feel about an encounter I had at Geneseo (Brian's school) last weekend. A (gay) guy from his swim team came up and started dancing with me. After like two seconds he pointed at me and yelled, "YEAH FRESHMAN!!".

"Um, I'm 24."

I look to my boyfriend for help only to see him doubled over with laughter.

Awesome. He thought I was a recruit.

Everything!

Oh blog..its been to long.

A dream come true arrived in the mail for me. Unfortunately it arrived in Michigan. I finally got a jury summons. Sadly I no longer live in Michigan and could not become the awesome jury member I've always wanted to be. Ever since I read John Grisham's Runaway Jury I've wanted to join in the fun. I guess I'll have to wait a little bit longer.

Last weekend we went apple picking again. The place was really really full of children and pregnant women. They were everywhere you looked. We waited in line for doughnuts for over an hour. They were worth the wait. Also in line was a surgically enhanced lady. I had never seen one so close before. Her lips were huge to match her chest.

This weekend we visited Brian's old college. There was an alumni swim meet for his old swim team. The whole weekend was a fun time. There were a couple moments I looked around to find myself the only female in the room. A lot of testosterone going around to say the least. All the boys were super excited to be there again. I asked Brian what I should take picture of at the meet, his reply, "Everything!".

I recently had to get my heart looked at with an ultra-sound machine. I'm pretty sure it was called an echo cardiogram. I need to get checked out every five years or so to see if I was lucky enough to avoid my dad's genetic heart condition. I liked watching my heart work on the screen. I did not like the goop all over the front of my torso.

Spooktacular

It's fall again. So far we have had a fairly pleasant Autumn. Sometimes fall can be rainy and awful. I was thinking about what I was doing last fall. I was working at Bed, Bath and Beyond, one of the lower points of my life so far, where Halloween crap was in full swing. Plenty of people bought tons of Halloween and then Thanksgiving and then Christmas junk. I really don't see the point of decorating according to season or holiday unless you are a homemaker with no children. Who has time to redecorate every month? Most of that fare is pretty ugly anyway.

Actually, if the purpose was to scare the pants off of a 2nd grader, I know it would have worked on me.

My parents came to visit for four whole days here in Albany. I think they had a good time and it gave me the opportunity to act like a tourist. We went on some of Brian's old field trips and then some: capital building, viewing deck of Corning Tower, church flea market, Saratoga, Saratoga battlefields, FDR estate Hyde Park, theater, and Fowler + Auger Falls. It was a very nice visit overall. The best part might have been the ziti Brian made for us.

Two weekends ago I traveled to Boston to visit Rachel and see Thuan and Anna. We always have fun when we all get together. I feel very lucky to have old friends so close by geographically.

With the past two weekends so full, studying for the big test hasn't been easy. Trying to study on weekday evenings is difficult when the Office and ANTM is on.

This was also, too crazy to keep from you.

I might hate math

So I will be taking the GMAT soon as part of my quest to go back to school again in the fall. This meant I had to start studying my math and grammar. I was actually pretty good at math in school. Tex told me I should be a mathematician at parent-teacher conferences. Unfortunately I cannot remember anything that I learned. Brian (weirdo) can remember the formula for a circle's radius, I sure can't. Math was much like Spanish class for me, as soon as I learned what I needed to pass the course, I promptly forgot everything. This worked out better for Math than Spanish. On the GMAT you don't get a calculator. I have a real problem with this. They first gave me a calculator in the 2nd grade and I always had one in class past 7th. Why should I be expected to divide big numbers and fractions in my head, that's not a requirement in life.

Anyway I'm sure it will all be OK.

As you can probably tell by my last two post I've been politically occupied online. I have all day to read the NYT op-eds. I hope this election goes the right way.

Big Brother ends tonight. There goes one time-waster. I really hope Dan(from the mitten!) wins.

I have now lived in our apartment and thus Albany for over a year. Hitting that mark is the closest thing Brian and I have to a real anniversary date. We will be staying in our little place for at least one more year. It suits us just fine for now.

I am slowly losing my patience here at Abacus. I can't wait to start school and leave this job behind.

Les Mis

I know I need to write a real post soon. Until then, I loved this-

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