Reuben wanted me to make a post featuring him so, here it is.
Let's get Reuben to tell us a little about himself.

Me: What is your favourite pastime?

Reuben: I have three: One is eating. The other is illegal. The last is something a man does in his spare time.

M: What's your favourite song?

R: "Vicinity of Obscenity" by System of a Down

M: If you were given the choice between eating the best damn bologna sandwich in the world and saving the life of your least favourite school instructor, what would you do?

R: Hmm. Probably...save my least favourite school instructor. I already make the best bologna sandwich in the world.

M: Pick a number between one and ten.

R: 9

M: Give me your 9 favourite things.

R: I can give you three. One is eating. The other is illegal...no don't put that. I'll think of them...here we go. Probably making music, umm...eating, using the internet as a way to process information, umm...my friend Cory's Mom. You spelled Cory wrong. I knew you were going to put that. Uh...don't put "uh". You know what, f*ck it. Use your imagination to fill in the other six things.


Well, Reuben blew it. I guess this will be his last appearance on this blog...til the next time...

Well, my Dad won. He is the new MP for Ancaster-Dundas-Flamborough-Westdale!
It's been very hairy around the house since Monday night. The phone rings every five minutes with people both congratulating my Dad and asking about job applications. Things are already drastically changing around here.
My Dad recieved his first package from Parliament Hill - a nice looking portfolio with his budget layed out for him. It came with a fancy pen which he intends on putting in a glass case as a memento.
More on this a little later. Things are just a little too hectic around here to sit at the computer for too long.

So my church does this thing where they send out cookies to college and university students abroad. They just get a bunch of old ladies together to bake cookies and box them and send them out. I knew about this but I did not expect to receive a box myself.
Today a white box arrived without a return address and I didn't have the foggiest idea who could have sent it to me or what it was.
I opened the box and lo, it was filled with cookies with a note from the old ladies at the church.
I've never received a box of cookies in the mail before. I think getting cookies in the mail is one of my new favourite things.
Maybe I ought to move out so that I get sent cookies more often. Though, I'm not so sure my Mom is the type to send out boxes of cookies...maybe I'll adopt a grandma.

I've got this bad habit of letting things pile up and then having to scramble like mad to get them done. More often than not of course, the last minute turns out to be filled with things to do other than what has to get done. Make sense? Meh.
The only upside to procrastination is that it feels really good when I get something done right on time. Maybe that's why I do it. Maybe subconsciously I love the rush I get from running around like a beheaded chicken. If that's the case, I suppose I shouldn't change anything...bad idea, I think.

Election day is just a couple of days away and things are really heating up here at home. My parents (see above photo) are all over the riding and all over the news but still they manage to keep their cool. During the small amount of time they are not focusing on the election (and I mean small amount of time) you wouldn't even know that something this big was going on.
My Dad has been beat up in every way possible in the media and everywhere else yet he still remains vigilant and positive. He doesn't let things get to him at all. He's a very admirable man.
The phone rings a dozen times an hour with people looking for David Sweet or trying to get their hands on a sign for their lawn. The support is amazing.
This weekend is going to be hectic.
Monday is crunch time.
We have a good feeling about this one.