Gammie For Prime Minister

Interesting, apparently I have two blogs registered and somehow yesterday's entry went to that one. Today's first entry is actually yesterday's. Future note to self- delete other blog so it doesn't happen again. Hmmm, this username thing is apparently trickier than it looks. These blasted blogs aren't the most user friendly things, I'll tell ya and I'm not stupid when it comes to computers.

I made it through my first day of training at ITC. Two weeks of training with the third week being on the floor. We didn't do a heck of a lot last night but managed to divide into teams, do some creative artwork and apparently we'll be using our art to keep tabs on points. What the points are for, I couldn't tell ya but we're gonna win! Not particularly sure what the prize is either, for that matter. It's actually way more security than I expected, with a scan card required for entry. Wow, I'm really gonna feel like Madonna now between the headsets and now this. My God, how'm I gonna get my head through the door.

Stopping at Carter's yesterday for cheap smokes turned into a reunion of sorts. Scott pulled up to the intersection and Michelle and Cleve were also buying cheap smokes on the way to Moncton for a hockey game. Michelle's now happily unemployed and looking to join us on a lush binge. I'm sure that can be arranged, particularly since it turns out that I have the next couple of weekends off. We'll have to see if Cleve still has his Heidi Santa hat.

Next trip back to the camp with Danny, remember to save him some room for rotisserizing by the fire so we don't have to hear him utter such phrases as, "Move over, I don't have as much meat on me as you guys."- Gammie. We need to be aware of Gammie's potential because you never know when he just may, "Go off on all you guys." Gammie for PM... Go Gammie, Go Gammie, Go Gammie!

For anybody wanting to know more about http://lifeatthecamp.blogspot.com/ can feel free to follow that link to Melissa and Darcy's blog or if you're in the loop, you can sit down at the table and feel free to read the log book back at the camp for yourself.

It seems I have an entry or two... heehee!

60-0km/h In The Blink Of An Eye

Well, another weekend survived back at the camp, as you can see, it was quite warm and that was about 5pm. on saturday. It was an interesting one, to say the least.








We've learned a lesson and that's to stop getting so bloody wasted on friday night, saving little to no energy for saturday night. Although, I did somehow manage to muster enough energy to get on Darcy's bike and with him on the skidoo and Scott on his bike, we had a great trek. I forgot how much fun quads could be. We've also learned that 60-0km/h in the blink of an eye is nowhere near as fun as 0-60km/h in 3sec. Blast those bikes in soft snow and ditches that are still there.

I got to spend my first weekend next door and great fun was had. Interesting how you manage to spread your personal belongings all through one camp in the span of a couple of days, even moreso when it now becomes divided between two camps. I think I managed to find everything.

Ok, today's the day I start my job. Sheesh, to be going from campaigning for the Conservatives (not willingly of course but for $11/hr., I'll campaign for Ossama by this point) to helping people sort out their credit rating. It'll be interesting, to say the least. I wonder what my training will hold. Hmmm, where's my portfolio.

Hopefully this'll keep Matt appeased for a bit. Hey Matt, don't expect too many entries. I only signed up for one 'cause I had to to leave a comment on yours. Hmmm, I'm starting to see the blogging conspiracy here.Next trip will be to get a few more pictures up as I'm a bit of an aspiring photographer but right now, a shower is needed and a criminal background check. Hmmm, I wonder if they know about the illegal alien thing, heehee!

To all of you who venture forth, beware of telling the difference between your, "Sporks and Foons." -Dean

Aha, it's finally here...

Now I finally get to share my book of sayings compiled through the years, created for your enjoyment, by my dyslexic friends. We're a great assortment of vultures, you know the type. We sit around, waiting for someone to say something stupid, then we pounce, tackle and beat it into the ground. Then we just , "Sit back and, "Relax-ah," (Mark) until the next one screws up. Ya gotta have tough skin to hang out with my gang but I wouldn't trade 'em for the world.

The original book is currently missing. It may be home in my keepsake box, it may have gone on a three month vacation, return trip, to TN but it also may be buried in the bottom of one of my purses. There's lots of memories and we can all tell you a story (they may not all match, but hey) for each addition made. With all the years at the camp, basement, multiple kitchen tables in multiple kitchens, road trips and wherever else we may have gathered, there has been some amazingly stupid things said, considering that we're a fairly intelligent lot.

The list is now residing in my current purse on the inside of an Export'A' cigarette pack. It was a tie for some time between Darcy and Colleen as to who had the most but Darcy has taken quite the lead. But don't let me fool you into thinking that they're the only holders of such honored titles, I've even had to add my own name to the list after a protest and overthrow. With such a word as, "disamappearing," I've gone down in the history of my own making. But due to the fact that we're all such vultures, not even Mitchell's safe.

This is just a taste of what's to come. I'm sure there'll be more to babble on about as time goes on but right now, Lost is coming on and apparently I need to see it. I'll be back...