Under the Arch

My left boob is very proud. ;)

I went to my polling place this afternoon after waking up (I was at work last night until 3:30am) and managed to time my arrival just right. Though the women manning the lists told me there had been lines out to the parking lot off and on all day, I was able to walk right in and cast my vote. It's kind of silly, but I was sort of disappointed that my mp3 player, novel, and bottled drink weren't necessary. ;) I'm off to work again for another late night, but I hope everyone had as easy an experience as I did, or at least if you had to wait in line, you were as prepared. ;)

You know I don't get political here, I save that for comments and support for others braver than I, but I have to say something about this 'cause I'm hormonal and in tears over Prop 8 in California. My blogging friend, Jason, recently got married to his husband after being together for 14 years. Their happiness was short-lived, however, because of this ridiculous attempt to overturn the rights of same sex couples to get married. If you live in California, and I know that I have a few regular readers there, please, please, please vote NO on Prop 8! Don't let the religious nutjobs win. Ok, rant over, thank you. ;)

The Queen of Spain says it more eloquently than I do. :)

I LOVE LOVE LOVE this guy. Not kidding. In fact, is he single? Anyone know? Watch this and then share in my massive crush.

We (in the southern IL/Eastern MO area) had an earthquake this morning, well, two if you count the aftershock (and, really, why not?). The original was around 4:30AM and the 2nd was a little after 10AM. Nothing really scary, a 5.2 and a 4.5, but pretty interesting for some that are earthquake virgins (as MP so eloquently put it). I had asked a friend to call me this morning to wake me up on her way to school and when I answered, she asked me if I felt the earthquake.

"Oh, that's what that was? I was really confused. I thought maybe a big truck had gone by but knowing the way I am, the whole thing could have been a dream, like the giant red spiders, but I remember the window rattling."

"No, you weren't dreaming, we really had an earthquake."

"Oh, well...neat, I guess."

Not more than a couple minutes after getting off the phone with her, the aftershock hit and I called her back in the middle of it.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, it's doing it again. Angel's freaked out, and the bed is shaking like I just put quarters in it. I don't know whether to be alarmed or enjoy the ride." (Of course, it was over before I even finished the sentence.) "And, now the mice in the attic are freaking out."

"Eww."

"Exactly"

We got off the phone and I called my Mom to make sure they were OK. (They live closer to the epicenter.) When my mom answered the phone, I asked her how everyone was doing, "Oh, you know, we're rockin' and a rollin'." (My Mom, ladies and gentlemen, this is where I get the bizarre sense of humor.)

"Did you feel the one this morning?"

"Yeah, it woke me up. I thought it was your brother running up and down the stairs, but it just kept going and going, so I looked at the clock and saw it was 4:30AM and thought, well, that can't be right. I figured it was an earthquake. But, then, it was over and I went back to sleep."

Basically, eh, nothing broke, we're good. Hee.

I called my brother a few minutes later to ask him a question and after talking for a couple of minutes, he asked, "Bri, this might sound stupid, but were there earthquakes this morning?"

lol"Yes, Jared, there were two."

"Oh, good, so I'm not crazy, then. I thought I might have been imagining things, but my lava lamp fell on me earlier. Just thought I'd check." That's my brother.

So, the whole morning has been pretty interesting and amusing, but I've got to go wash some dishes. I'm expecting the landlord later about the mice I mentioned earlier. I don't want him to realize how much of a slob I am.

Note: There are no mice in my apartment, just in the building. I've been hearing noises in the ceiling for a while now, but I have a cat, so none have actually invaded my space. (And yes, I know that just because I don't see them doesn't mean they aren't there. I inspected my apartment for "evidence", no poop to be found means no mice.) So, the fact that I haven't done my dishes in a while does not mean that I am responsible for the rodent invasion. If I had to point a finger, I would have to guess it is the ghetto neighbors causing the issue, if it is something we have done and not just the natural way of things. I didn't live here at this time last year, so I don't know.

I just finished this entry and it was all I could do not to sob. Read about him and get the background here. Then, you can find his blog here. Pass it on, please.