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#501

I missed the milestone entry yesterday, apparently. It was numero cinco cente. That is some sort of gibberish for five hundred.

Last night, as I drove home from the airport, I learned two election-related Guelph factoids that made me proud of my hometown.
a) Guelph had the longest ballot of any riding in Canada. You could vote for any one of ten candidates, including both the Communist Party and the Marxist-Leninist Party. Oh, and let's not forget the Marijuana Party.
b) The new ID rules? Thanks to a Guelph man who, in the last election voted at five different polling stations, just to prove a point. (For the record, he spoiled his ballot at each station)

This morning, I went to my first-ever auction. Four doors down, there was an estate sale. My mom went early to take a perusal of the goods. And there were many. Many, many, many! Time flies when you are spending money, and it is fun to find out what is valuable. $700 for a watch! $400 for a lamp! $75 for a bowl! I now own a few more antiques that I can't fly back to Vancouver. Good thing I trust my parents to care for them on my behalf :)

When I dropped in to visit my Grampie, I was put to work. How do you cook rice? And once it's cooked, how do we make rice pudding?? He is just toooooooooooooo cute. He rambles, and I tend to tune out. But I love him, and I think he knows it!

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Suzanne said…
Beth are you still in Guelph!?

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