This week's blogstalking is one that I managed to actually do.
I didn't do statues.
I didn't do a day in the life.
I didn't do the oldest picture of me.
I won't be playing catchup to do these ones. It kind of feels good to be a rebel slacker.
But "what's for breakfast?" I can do.
I was never a big breakfast eater until I had Chunky. Now since he eats breakfast everyday, what the heck, so do I.
When we moved to New Jersey, the Chunk and I somehow got on an oatmeal kick.
You take one apple and dice it (don't worry about peeling it).
Add one cup of oatmeal (I use the old fashioned non-quickie kind--super duper cheap).
Add two cups of water.
Nuke it for six minutes.
Divy it up between you and the Chunk and add a spoonful of brown sugar to each bowl.
Enjoy the blurry goodness!
I love this breakfast because normally when I eat any other food in the morning, by 10:00 a.m. I'm starving again. If I skip breakfast entirely, or eat oatmeal, this doesn't happen.
We used to eat the Quaker instant oatmeal in Michigan and Texas. However, like the price of gas and milk, for some reason the price of the big old boxes of it I bought at Sam's kept creeping higher and higher.
But enough about boring old oatmeal.
Onto more boring topics!
I voted yesterday. This means that I have voted in four separate states in the eleven years I have been registered to vote.
So far, New Jersey wins for easiest voting.
In Alaska I voted out of my precinct with a question ballot (I was attending college). That was a pain in the ass, but understandable since I wasn't voting in my precinct.
In Michigan, the lines at the firestation in our neighborhood were always out the door and the booths and lines were poorly set up for ease of use.
In Texas, the lines were even freaking worse! I felt rushed to get in, vote, and get the hell out. However, since I knew I was leaving Texas at the time I voted, I wasn't too terribly concerned with the outcome of the races.
New Jersey was great. I got to vote at the school that spurned my Chunky from kindergarten (added bonus I got to check out the school he'll be attending for first grade). There were no lines whatsoever and the polls were open until 8:00 p.m. (In MI I want to say they always closed at 7:00 p.m.). I voted at 6:30 p.m. after picking up Chunky from school.
They had roomy booths that allowed me to bring Chunky in there with me and he could clearly see the ballot and what I was doing. (And yes, I may have let him press a button I told him to press--I remember my Old Man letting me punch a hole in a ballot when he took me with him to vote back in the day).
My only complaints were they misspelled my first name. Never mind the complexities of the true Bezzie last name--they couldn't spell "Rebecca." So my voter ID card reads: "Reecca."
The elderly people running the voter check-in weren't too on the ball either. They tossed me from table to table trying to find my name on the voter list.
Apparently the street I live in is broken up into two precincts and the two precincts vote at the same place. After finally nearly yelling* at the old lady checking names that my name started with B-E-Z not B-E-F (because Z and F sound soooo alike) she found my name.
I voted for the measure to fund stem cells and for property tax relief, both of which were shot down.
In retrospect, this is probably a good thing.
Whereas I am a strong believer in stem cell research, it makes sense for the financial strapped NJ to concentrate it's monetary resources in other places.
Stem cells are kind of like the candy bar at the grocery store. Sure, it would be delightful to have that candy bar, but right now when you're on a tight budget, do you really need
that candy bar? No. Focus on buying the staple food first and then you can buy the candy bar when you've got more money.
It's not like there aren't other ways to do the research that stem cells can help do.
From what I've picked up, cancer cells work pretty well too. Stem cells seem to be the Cadillac of research whereas the non-stem cell lines being used right now are like your dad's old 1975 Dodge Pickup that he had your brothers paint red with housepaint one summer and that you can't bring to a complete stop at a stoplight so you have to inch, inch, inch, inch until the light turns green lest the truck stall out and you're stranded. It gets the job done, but just not as efficiently.
But what do I know? I'm just boinking a scientist.
Finally, if you've made it this far, I give you a picture reward:
I made a Caloriemetry with the yarn that Cpurl sent me last week.
It's the actual yarn that the pattern calls for and I still don't understand why anyone would cast on the 120 stitches the pattern calls for. I only cast on 100 and it fits just fine.
120 stitches seems just way too big!!
I've got another one on the needles that I may keep or give to someone for Christmas. If only that someone knew who they were. Ha ha!*I think she was hard of hearing--it wasn't anger yelling.
Labels: 2007 FO, Blogstalking, New Jersey