Today I received my voter registration card for the upcoming Ontario election (my Canadian mail is forwarded to me here - just a tip if you ever want to send me a physical letter).
This will be the first election I haven't voted in since I reached the age of majority. Which is a bit of bummer. I did spend a few more minutes seeing if there was an alternate way to vote if you are out of the country, but the registration card didn't mention anything but advance poll dates.
So I guess Ontario's fate will be decided without me.
Coincidentally, Poland is also having an election in October. I have yet to see one sign for a candidate. However, one of my politically astute employees ensures me that there are some, and that there will be more soon.
So to drown my sorrows in not being able to vote in not one but two elections, I indulged in some online shopping. A month or so ago, one of my friends sent me a site that specializes in Canadian food for expats.
And although my grandma tried to talk me out of buying salt and vinegar chips (she told me I didn't need them, which is true), several bags of Miss Vickies will soon be winging their way toward me, accompanied by wine gums, jujubes and Kraft Peanut Butter.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Cabin Fever
I've been fighting the flu since last Thursday, which means I've been shut up in my apartment since Friday night.
It's a lovely apartment, but rotating from the bed to the couch, with occasional stops at my desk, is wearing a bit thin.
On the bright side, the cats are enjoying my constant company. However, they are getting a bit too used to the routine. This morning Flannery meowed at me when I sat at my desk instead of going back to bed.
I can't wait to get out of the house.
It's a lovely apartment, but rotating from the bed to the couch, with occasional stops at my desk, is wearing a bit thin.
On the bright side, the cats are enjoying my constant company. However, they are getting a bit too used to the routine. This morning Flannery meowed at me when I sat at my desk instead of going back to bed.
I can't wait to get out of the house.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Fast food
One of the things I miss most about Canada is being able to stop somewhere on my way home from work to pick up a veggie burger.
Yep, it's sad. I miss fast food. Not that they don't have fast food here in Poland, but most of it (as in Canada) is meat-oriented. Hamburgers are scarce in Poland, and I am pretty certain in asserting that there is not a veggie burger to be found anywhere in the country.
I think this is my 100th post. Could the topic be anymore inane? Wait, don't answer that . . .
Yep, it's sad. I miss fast food. Not that they don't have fast food here in Poland, but most of it (as in Canada) is meat-oriented. Hamburgers are scarce in Poland, and I am pretty certain in asserting that there is not a veggie burger to be found anywhere in the country.
I think this is my 100th post. Could the topic be anymore inane? Wait, don't answer that . . .
Babies
It's appropriate that my first post after "Weddings" is all about babies . . .
I just found out that one of my long-time friends had her 2nd child yesterday. Welcome Joe!
When I left Canada, I knew that I would miss these special events in my friends' and families' lives. Joe (who I assume might actually go by the name Joseph) lives in Calgary with his parents and big brother Thomas, which is pretty far from TO, but baby Diego, who was born in May, only lives a 10 minute drive away from my former abode.
Diego and Joe, and all my other small-fry friends, I'm thinking of you and your parents. I am sorry to miss all the major and minor events in your first years.
I just found out that one of my long-time friends had her 2nd child yesterday. Welcome Joe!
When I left Canada, I knew that I would miss these special events in my friends' and families' lives. Joe (who I assume might actually go by the name Joseph) lives in Calgary with his parents and big brother Thomas, which is pretty far from TO, but baby Diego, who was born in May, only lives a 10 minute drive away from my former abode.
Diego and Joe, and all my other small-fry friends, I'm thinking of you and your parents. I am sorry to miss all the major and minor events in your first years.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Weddings
I have weddings on the brain. Today I discussed Polish wedding protocol with several of my colleagues in preparation for the wedding next weekend. One of my writers asked me if I would get dressed up for it, and then we spent the next few minutes discussing dresses.
Yep, girls are the pretty much the same everywhere.
And I just now whiled away some time online looking at pictures of my little niece as a flower girl, and then reading all about a friend of a friend's wedding. The description of the dancing made me remember the promise I extracted from several of my friends a few years ago.
Shannon and Donna, whenever, if ever, I get married, you are on the hook to dance late into the night. I hold the rest of you reading this to the same standard.
Yep, girls are the pretty much the same everywhere.
And I just now whiled away some time online looking at pictures of my little niece as a flower girl, and then reading all about a friend of a friend's wedding. The description of the dancing made me remember the promise I extracted from several of my friends a few years ago.
Shannon and Donna, whenever, if ever, I get married, you are on the hook to dance late into the night. I hold the rest of you reading this to the same standard.
Lights out
The street lights in my area have been out twice in the past week. It's spooky, not to mention hard to park in the dark, particularly when you park on the sidewalk like I do.
I keep imagining plots to invade the neighbouring embassy. Obviously I have been watching too many episodes of the British show Spooks (known as MI-5 in North America).
I keep imagining plots to invade the neighbouring embassy. Obviously I have been watching too many episodes of the British show Spooks (known as MI-5 in North America).
Polish wedding
One of my colleagues at work just invited me (and many other people we work with) to her wedding ceremony next Saturday. I'm excited!
As I've been touring around the past few months, I've run into several weddings (accidentally crashing a few ceremonies as I wandered into churches on Saturday afternoons).
Polish receiving lines appear to take place right after the church ceremony, in the church yard. Many people bring flowers for the bride, and the maid of honour ends up buried in bouquets, as the bride hands them off to the maid immediately after being given them. We also saw people give huge gift boxes, including children's toys, at one receiving line.
I am also looking forward to attending a wedding ceremony in which I won't understand a word.
As I've been touring around the past few months, I've run into several weddings (accidentally crashing a few ceremonies as I wandered into churches on Saturday afternoons).
Polish receiving lines appear to take place right after the church ceremony, in the church yard. Many people bring flowers for the bride, and the maid of honour ends up buried in bouquets, as the bride hands them off to the maid immediately after being given them. We also saw people give huge gift boxes, including children's toys, at one receiving line.
I am also looking forward to attending a wedding ceremony in which I won't understand a word.
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