We Win!

We recorded a highly amusing podcast for the readers/listeners of this little dying blog here. so I was just wondering which of our subscribers didn't get/want to hear it? weeeeee, off for another day of fun! We're going with my aunt to the park where they have horseback riding and peddle boats,and then to my tap dancing lesson to get home made baked goods from my amazing tap teacher. and tomorrow, par tay! later, From a giddy, Amy and Binariis, Fatty and Mattie

If this is redundant, it's because we're both updating it, because we can, the end. Soooo, Fattress got here last tuesday, exactly a week ago! and we've been having, way, waaaaay too much fun. it' sprobably illegal to have this much fun, but whatevs. it's been amazing times a zillion. So, when she got here, we made a loud raucous nois, which is our custom, and then we tried to get matilda to relieve, which she finally did. we went home and I think I was still in a daze. She unpacked and we talked. I dont' think five minutes can go by without us talking, it's just impossible. This update is going to suck, and a sucky update is a good thing because that means I'm focussing more on fatty than I am on updating this thing. It's been our usual mix of serious and fun, though, and that, for many reasons, is very, very comforting. So, we went to petco on wednesday and got food for Matress, which is also when I made the executive decision to switch the bubs to the same food as mat... wow, that sentense sucked! wow! shoot me! ... um, anyway, so I decided to switch binny because the ingredience sounded sexy. and I'm glad I did, I jusut fnished transitioning her yesterday and her coat is already silkier and smoother than it used to be. anyway... thursday and friday were spent fighting with computers. I gave gregory a make over and installed xp on him, fr which fatty, according to her, was grateful. we bonded, we laughed until we almost died... um, we've hung out with cristina, gone to school on the bus to go swimming, going to go back today to meet keith and work with him on dog issues... hahaha, um, fatty's chastizing me on ... something, sending an email incorrectly or something. I'm not  really paying attention to what I'm writing. oh, we're having a party to celebrate this stupid person's being here on saturday. I'll make a recording, for archival purposes. You know what? How about I just leave and promise a podcast for later? sorry, this update suks... oooo, we've gone swimming at dad's and school, we're going to the park to have a picnic with my aunt, we're going on boats and go carting with dad sometime this week, and ... we're supposed to go hang out with alex and seleck next week. um, I'm really leaving, fr real. I'm super duper distracted. the end.

Hi, All!   We're back, and better than ever! Well, I don't know about that, but anyway. I've been here for a week already and it's going by absolutely way too fast! First, Fatty and I shot the computer because it was troubling us. what a way to say "troubleshooting." Anyway, after all that was done, I got to see Fatty's tap dance class, and to hear her clomp around in clicky shoes, they say are what you tap in. Yeah right. Then on saturday, we went to her Dad's house to go swimming! Pools are so fun for talking and just hanging out in. I didn't know how cool they could be. Um, literally? hahahaha. on sunday, we just hung out here, listened to Odyssey, and had the most inactive day since coming here. Then yesterday was a big adventure! wooo! We walked to the bus stop, took 2 buses to school, and went swimming with cristina. It was nice walking to the bus stop, but super hot later on. The dogs did awesome though and then after getting lost trying to find our way back from the gym to the student union, we finally got there and went to Performing Arts so Cristina could practice a song. Then, much to our satisfaction, Fatty's mom came to pick us up and feed our loudly protesting stomachs. Goodness! Last night, we came home and vegetated. Well, our vegetations include listening to Odyssey and commenting on it. love it! The other contributing author of this blog, might have something to say, but remember, the one with the black dog is better! hahaha. You'll hear more from our lovely literary efforts at a later time. rachel and Mattie

Hi, kids! It's about time someone updates this thing, so I'm making it my duty to do so.  Before you read any further, I have a disclaimer: Those of you who know me really well know I am a 100% sap.  I feel things deeply and usually, though I'm inwardly blushing, feel the need to express those emotions freely when I write.  So that's what I'm going to do.  I warn you now, that if you don't handle reading really cheesy sappy entries well, or if you know me and are still really not used to this kind of thing, you might as well stop now.  It's lame, but it's how I feel, and I'm going to write about it because I feel inspired to.  The end.

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Last chance!

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So, I woke up this morning, thinking about the fact that Rachel's visit is just around the corner, and I was more excited than I've previously been, which is saying something, as I've been really giddy as it is.  It's going to be so amazingly wonderful to have her actually here! She said something yesterday that made me laugh, but which is true.  She said something to the effect of how I'm sort of a fantom best friend who comes and goes.  I realize it's true, when I look at how we've hung out before.  The two times we've seen each other after GDB, it has been for brief periods, a week at a time, and it's been in North Carolina.  So my life, my little sphere of friends, hang-outs, and home life, have thus far remained a mystery to her.  We share so much, are so connected, that we feel as though we're almost each other's other half.  We don't talk or email every day, but I always feel she's nearby, and only a phone call or text away.  But at the same time, we're so far apart.  When I think about her, and she's not at school, I can picture where she might be at home: hanging out on her bed, (which we used to pile on top of to listen to Odyssey episodes with the dogs, and if that sounds wrong to you guys you're just thinking dirty and I'm not even going to go there), or on her little computer chair (where we sat a couple of times together as well, most notably the last night I was there on my last visit, not wanting to admit how morose we were).  Or on "my" bed, which is across the room from hers, where we accidentally fell asleep on that same last night, and awoke harshly and abruptly to an alarm signifying it was time to end the week that had gone by way, way too fast.  I think about the day everyone was gone and we were being ridiculously loud and obnoxious, laughing and talking reclining on a couch in the main room of the basement, where her dad usually works and sleeps, while the dogs played with and threw their toys everywhere.  Or the days, last summer, we spent out on the hill in her absolutely monstrously huge backyard.  One minute we'd be wrestling on the grass (yes, fat, girly little me was wrestling on the grass with my scrawny best friend, because I could, and no one was there to laugh or say I looked like an elephant, which I probably did).  The next minute, after the hilarity had ebbed slightly, we would be sitting, or reclining, because the hill was steep, side by side and talking about everything.  When we start talking, it's as though we've known each other forever.  There are no inhibitions.  We don't hold anything back.  I can only say I've opened up like that to a few people, and never have I opened up as much so quickly to someone I've only known for a couple of years and who I see so infrequently.

 

There were days of inactivity which were spent computerizing, each of us doing completely different things, while still managing to do them together.  Other days we would go to the gym and work out for an hour, talking and giggling like idiots, and making the old ladies with a southern accent coo over how adoreable we were, while, covertly, we cracked up at their reactions.  We even named the stupid recording that tells us when we need to change from one station to another in the exercise round.  His name is Walter.  Haha.

 

On yet other days, sometimes still hot and sweaty from our work-out, we could be found trecking around the subdivision with our dogs.  Rachel and Mattie ahead, taking the hills as they came, and Binny and I behind.  I could just hear Binny calling me a lame-o.  She would have kept pace easily, if it hadn't been for the fact that I have always had a thing with hills and get short of breath and a burning sensation in my legs when I take them too quickly.  Nevertheless, I'd walk around that subdivision until my breath returned and the burning stopped.  I saw it as a challenge I had to face.  On one memorable occasion, we and the dogs decided to race on the downward part of the hill, and that was fun times.  I wonder what the neighbors must have thought when they saw two crazy blind people zooming by with their dogs at top speed.

 

I remember breakfast being particularly fun.  Janet, Rachel's mom, is super nice, and would always talk to us while she made me my bagel, cream cheese and cherry jam.  While I ated, I would peal and eat the little mini tangerines in a bowl in front of me and drink my sweet tea.  Yummy real, southern sweet tea!

 

All of these memories of daily routines we formed after just one week periods together makes me excited to think of what's to come.  What new routines will we form here, and especially now that we have the time to settle into them? We have three weeks together, which in comparison to our brief one-week stays previously, is amazing.  When I go visit Lindsey, or she comes here, it's almost unthinkable to spend less than 2 or 3 weeks together anymore.  It's just, not done.  And it's relatively easy, too, because even if we're far away, we're within driving distance, when someone feels like driving us.  But Rachel and I aren't within driving distance, even if someone's generosity stretched far enough to drive us to see each other.  She's all the way across the freaking country, and sometimes, when I miss her the most, she may as well live in Europe.  But now, we'll get to be together for three weeks, three whole weeks! I can complete the missing half of the puzzle.  We'll have made memories in both halves of our little world, and there will be a sense of balance, of completion, we never really had before.

 

If you got this far and are still reading, I commend you, and you're probably thinking that I'm either crazy, or high.  Neither is true, and you can go ahead and laugh.  But all of this just seems so surreal to me.  Ever since GDB, I knew that I'd made a friend I was going to keep, hopefully for life.  The unforgettable experience of receiving your first dog has a big impact on your life, or it has had on mine, and it's very important to me to keep in touch with all y'all in OR 137.  To think that I not only came away with a great group of friends, but also with a best friend, is something I never really thought would happen.  We saw each other at our most vulnerable in that short month.  She cried on my shoulder when she had a dog switch, and I shamelessly bawled when I was worried and scared about Lupita, who was in the hospital that month.  We would sit outside by the fenced-in free run area, or in the grooming room, as we both groomed our dogs, and discuss our worst fears: that we were inadequate handlers, that our dogs wouldn't respect us, etc.  When we had bad routes, we commiserated.  And we were the only two who were witness to one of the most pivotal events of our entire experience, at least in my opinion.  One evening, a group of us had gone out to walk the Oregon Trail, which is a path that winds it way around the campus.  Rachel and I, who lagged behind the rest of the group because Binny, predictably, started sniffing and getting distracted, eventually stopped laughing and talking long enough to realize everyone else had left us.  For a while we wandered aimlessly, hoping that someone would eventually find our stray little group and direct us back to the familiarity of the dorms.  Finally, when we had wandered out to the street once, we stopped, and tried to get our bearings.  It was then that Binny turned her head and seemed to look at me.  I dropped the harness handle and pet her absently.  Then we started walking, in the opposite direction from which we came.  All of a sudden, the dogs picked up their pace.  We decided to follow them, joking that they might just have found the way back.  I remember enjoying the brisk walk from no where to no where, and deciding that if we were seriously lost, I could hopefully whip out my phone eventually and call Erin, our RA, to try to come find us.  That would've been difficult, since she, too, was blind, but we'd make it work.  As I thought this, the dogs suddenly came up to a covered alcove I didn't recognize.  Rachel, who was ahead of me, told me that there was a door there.

"Try it," I said, smiling.  "It can't hurt.  We might find someone to tell us how to get back."

She tried the door, which happened to be open.  At first, I was still a little disoriented, and then I heard the unmistakeable sounds of our roudy classmates, namely, the group who had ditched us, talking down the hall.  I couldn't believe our dogs had taken a whole freaking senic walk around the campus and gotten us back effortlessly to the dorms.  We praised and praised them and generally made a spectacle of ourselves before returning to our friends.  It was hilarious, but it was also pivotal.  That was the first time I learned to really trust my dog, the first time I realized that we were a real, solid, working team.  I think it was even more important to Rachel, who was starting over with Matilda.  I can't speak for her, but I think it really solidified in her mind that this was the dog that she needed to be matched with, and for me to see that, to see how she now trusted this new dog, was really, really cool.

 

OK, kids.  I'm done.  I've rambled way way more than I even meant to.  It's ridiculous how I can just get started and not stop.  I want to hear from some of you GDB kids, see what your summers have been like.  We ought to do another conference call while Fatty's down here.  Let's see how many we can round up this time.

 

Binny and I are signing off now, to go entertain my poor bored friend reclining in bed next to me.

Back at you, Fatty, and WRITE MORE THIS TIME! Hahahaha, kidding.

Amy And Binny

6 more days! Weeee

Hi there, kids.   I'm finally taking this back again, and Amy updated...yesterday? see? We're getting better...you know it! Well, sort of lots to report, though you guys will get the condensed version. Nothing too terribly exciting I'm afraid. I just had lots of computer trouble that began yesterday afternoon and we finally got it solved today. My Dad and I spent tons of time on the phone with ATNT because my computer wouldn't hook up wirelessly or hard-wired to the internet; it quit working yesterday. And we had no luck with them, despite them trying to manually assign the IP address to the wireless connection, and us doing some things in command prompt like pinging the modem to see if we could get a reply from it. so I dug out my old xP computer, and we manually assigned an IP address to that one, and it connected. yay! So I used that for a bit. then at my dad's suggestion, I called Del (since my vista computer is insured), and talked to 2 ladies. One of them was really cool and did some stuff with me, but while we were waiting for the computer to do stuff, she was telling me stories of people she's dealt with in tech support. Oh man, so funny. How many ways can you tell someone that what they're looking for is on the left side of the screen and they finally ask, "are you talking about your left side or my left side?" hahaha, oh dear. So after she couldn't fix the problem of at least getting the local network connection to work, she transferred me to another lady who wasn't as talkative as the first, but eventually we got it working! Turns out that by stopping some programs from starting automatically, and stopping some services from starting automatically, we were able to help the computer. then we released and renewed the  IP address through command prompt to go to command prompt, type ipconfig then a forward slash followed by the word "release") and the same steps to renew it, and that worked! So I now have internet on my new computer! yay! This is where all my stuff is anyway; so it's nice to have it back! I got a state ID yesterday and it says "Not for vehicle operation." Why do they have to take all the fun out of everything? *sigh* Well, it'll be for flying so that's good, and just to have current identification won't hurt anyone, eh? Also had a good report from the doctor yesterday so that's a relief and a blessing. woooo! Fatty, I don't know how you do it..your entries are so much longer than mine, and you incorporate humor into them. Good job! Back to you, our resident comedian. Rachel and Mattie 11 days until California!

July 4, 2009

2:31 pm

Yo, kids,

Happy fourth! I hope you're all doing stunningly exciting things.

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I'm supposed to be going to a BBQ with Dad and Ellla at Dad's friend's house, but um, we're 2 hours late, and Dad's lost, LOL.

 

I guess from some freak miracle, Rachel actually updated this thing the other day.  I'm so proud.   :D  Kidding.

 

Speaking of Fatty, my subject is reminiscent of old times between us.  We used to send emails to each other with that subject, or variations of it, haha.

 

Have I ever told you all how much I really, really don't like parties? Really? I mean, it's fine when I'm having them, and when there's about, 6 to 8 people, that I know very, very well.  Other than that, I just don't do parties, where there's a bunch of unknown sighted people and when I don't have my dog.  The latter of these issues is my fault.  It's the first time in awhile that I don't bring the Bubs with me, but I figured, (correctly, it turns out), that it'd be a bit nuts for her to be mixed in with all the mess.

Last night, we went to a smaller, nicer BBQ at Ella's.  It was tamer than this street-wide party we're at today.  As it turns out, neither she nor I are fans of huge parties, but she seems to be taking to it better than I.  (We just got here).  Anyway, Binny's better off at home.  I wouldn't have known where to relieve her, and there's lots of people and it's kind of hot.  Plus we're in the grass, and Binny would not have stopped sniffing and eating the grass and greeting every person that comes near, which means she would have been a hastle.

 

I really, really hate parties! I'm so socially awkward.  For serious.  So much so that last night, my mouth blurted out about 3 gajillion things I wish it wouldn't have.  People tried talking, and I tried answering and ended up burbling.  Here's one devastating example:

"Amelia, how are you?"

Usually, the noncommittal smile with the "fine." is good.  And usually I pull it off.  Yesterday, I chose to speak my overly exhausted, sort of out of place mind:

"Oh good.  Thanks for inviting me.  I'm just, a bit, socially awkward so sorry if I go sort of weird on you."

Um, WTF!!! Who says that? Who does that! OOOOMG! Die, Amelia, die!

 

I went to Alex's house yesterday, after having stayed up all night, and by the time the party came around, I was pretty out of it.  And Dad didn't help by first asking me about my career plans and then trashing them and going: "You have way more skills than that, and you should try other stuff, it will make you more marketable." I didn't know what to do.  I was caught in a career pep talk I didn't want to be in.  Everyone was so um, career driven, and I'm just not in career-preptalk mode.  It's summer, dammit! And hey, being a teacher and an author (and a closet, never to be shown to anyone recording artist), aren't bad career plans! Gah!

 

But aside from Dad's annoyingness, the people were nice.  Ellla's friends are normal enough.  Very, very personable, and I could tell they were trying to make me feel welcome.  Very nice people.  I just, really don't like being out of my element.  I'm dumb and stupid and antisocial, I know.  Shut up.

 

I started babbling like a fiend when they brought up Gdb, though.  Sara, Ella's daughter, used to be a puppy raiser.  So of course, they ask me questions, and there I go, singing the GDB praises.  It was kind of pathetically ridiculous how quiet I'd been all that time and then they like, threw a switch.  I was so tired, and so glad to have something to try to keep myself and others entertained with, that I didn't notice as my captive audience slowly dwindled.  Actually, there were some people listening raptly and throwing questions out left and right.  But when I heard my father's soft snore beside me, I flushed and realized he'd been telling me for a while that we really needed to go because he was exhausted.

 

So off we trotted, me still glowing scarlet from the whole "I put my dad to sleep with my endless rigmarole."

 

When we got back to his place, we were met warmly ...  literally.  My genious father had thought he left the AC running, and instead, we walzed in to find the heater was merrily roaring away at a toasty temp of 96 degrees.  He's not gonna live that one down in a hurry.  My scornful scoffing followed him into his room, where he threw open the window and blasted the AC… um, for real, this time.  I, in turn, left the back door to the fourth floor balcony wide as I settled on the living room fold-out sofa bed for the night.  Ah, father.

 

Anyway, so today, I got up at freaking 11:30, when I thought I got up at, oh, say, 7.  Ugh.  So then I skyped a little with father (um, not dad, Lindsey, haha), and Dad told me to get ready an hour and a half later.

Now, after picking up Ella and getting lost, bemoaning, in undertones, how much we both dislike parties of this magnitude and eating kind of gross potato salad and hot dogs, here I am.  Mary, Dad's friend, is nice enough, but I'm not really hot on staying here much longer.

 

Well, as typing furiously like this is probably not the politest thing I could be doing, I'll go away, try to be socially acceptable, and miss my Bubs.

Later,

The Binnyless Amy

18 Days Til Rachel's HERE!

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July 9, 2009

1:14 pm

WTF? I totally just found this entry that I never posted.  Whatevs.  I'll post it now, I suppose.  The subject, sadly, is still applicable, as all I really seem to do in these blogs is ramble.

 

I was duely rebuked by Leena yesterday, or the day before, about keeping people updated with life.  So, as per her request, here's a rundown of the boring basics:

 

After the BBQ on Saturday, Dad, Ella and I went back to his place so I could grab my swimsuit.  Then we went to Coffee Bean and met up with Sandra and Ian (Sandra's Ella's Irish friend and Ian is her British husband).  They were staying with her for the weekend, so we had coffee (just as good as, or better, than Starbucks), and then we went to her place and went swimming.  The pool was wonderful.  It was heated so that it wasn't freezing, but not hot, either, because um, who wants to go swimming in very warm water in the summer?

 

I floated around aimlessly, and scoffed, badgered, made fun of, and generally ridiculed Dad, who is 100 percent terrified of "cold" water.  Finally, I made him get in and even he had to admit it was nice.  Everyone pretty much floated around for way too short a time in my opinion before Sandra and Ian, and later Dad and Ella, migrated to the hot tub.  Palese! I don't like swimming alone with strangers, so I eventually just went along, but I couldn't stand the hot water for long, so we just ended up leaving.  I was the one ready to leave this time.  I was beat, despite my mondo sleep.

 

So after dozing on Ella's couch--(um, dad, hurry up!), he was talking to Ian about ball games.  Hurray--we finally left.  After this it was back home to pick up my sister, who was spending the night with us.  After we got her we wanted to get dinner but, duh, being the fourth, everywhere was closed.  So we ended up stopping off at Jack in the Box.  Dad must have been hungry if he settled for fast food.  He wants to act like he's all health concerned, but really, he likes the more "refined"  (i.e.   expensive) restaurants.  So he was kind of put out.  * roles eyes *

 

That night was cool.  My sis and I spent about 5 hours catching up and eventually, she dropped off around 4:30.  I, on the other hand, in a spectacular insomniatic stunt, was kept awake by a pounding headache until just past 10:30.  Groggy and heavy-eyed, I joined my sibling and father for a late 2 o'clock lunch of shrimp, lobster, rice, green beans, and steak.  Um, WTF, Dad? It was good though.  Maria made the rice.  I wasn't too fond of the green beans.  Blehk.  Why, am I rambling about food? Why!

 

Ok, so after lunch, Dad dropped us off.  Maria's boy friend, Lokish, came over to help with her computer (dune, why are all the Indians I know computer nerds! Dell is overpopulated with Indian workers! Haha.  And no, guys, that was not a derogatory racial slur, ok?)

 

Aaaanyway.  Mom doesn't like hormonal boy crazy but * inocuous sissy dear to have little boys over to play when she is not home, so I baby sat.  Or something.  Except that that whole last half a paragraph sounded wrong.  * shrugs *

 

I also fixed my room up (shoved my protruding bed against the wall to make more room, put my fridge, microwave and toaster oven back in and cleaned up a bit), and played with my pup, who was very glad to see me, as always.

 

When Mom got home from her friends' place, she took me grocery shopping to load up on starter supplies to keep in my room for the five weeks that my social calendar is booked with first Lindsey (for two weeks), and then Rachel (for 3).  Fuuuuuun times!

 

Sunday night, I collapsed in bed, slept until I didn't think I could sleep anymore, and still had nightmares and slept fitfully, as has been my custom as of late.

 

On monday, I veged, read, Binny ruined my computer, and Lindsey got here.  Well, ok, so she didn't really ruin it, but I was sitting on Maria's bed, calm as you please, chillin', and there goes miss Binstress, jumping on the bed and ripping out F 6 through F 12 neat as you please on the keyboard.  Die, Beeba! OMG!

 

So I had to call Dell, and have them send me a new keyboard, which arrived yesterday, which means Francois, my LT, is now good as new and squelchy and green, which is yay, which means I can stop using the word which in this run on sentence, which I will do.  Um, yeah.

 

So Monday evening, father got here and we chilled and Celine Dioned and caught up and just squeed like girls about being able to ang out again.

 

Tuesday Cristina came over, and laughed at us because we had the music up so loud we didn't hear the doorbell.  She spent the night and it was ...  um, cathartic? I think? Thanks to Lindsey, Leena, Fatty and Christy for providing me with solace and entertainment.  Score! And hopefully I could do the same for Cristina. Heh.

 

Although I love my fat half yellow, half white blind friend, and her dog, very very much, I do NOT love being squished onto a full-sized bed with two other people.  I tried to sleep on the living room couch, but the blanket out there is threadbare and very, very skimpy.  So I made do with teetering precariously on the edge of my bed and hoping for the best.

 

She left yesterday.  We slept.  We arose.  We youtubed.  We tried to figure out goldwave, and sort of failed and sort of succeeded.  I went to an Ocularist appointment to get my eyes polished (hee, that sounds awesomely funny).  I went to Walmart.  I came home.  I greeted my furry consort and her unfurry aunt.  I wrote a blog entry.  And that, dear readers, brings me to the present.  I'll try to write more often so I don't have to write these massive updates so frequently.  Haha.

 

I'm excited for the weeks to come, and shall keep you posted! Back at ya, Fatty!

Amy and Binny

13 days til Fatty arrives!

Hi there, kids!   Well, I've been pestered by Fatty today and thought it was time to give an update. Fatty and I spent a good while on skype today just talking about this and that, and we got call graph working again! What a team effort. Oh I love team work. lol. Anyway, that's a program where you can record skype calls and when we actually get it together, we're gonna record a podcast and send it to the readers of these ramblings. There's no obligation to listen, of course. grin. As for life on the east coast? Hmmm. I'm traveling through some personal circumstances that challenge me quite deeply, but one can never turn down an opportunity to grow closer to God and the friends you love, right? Other than that, I'm finishing up summer school and I'll be heading home tomorrow afternoon. It'll be really nice to be with my family for awhile...haven't done that since they came to visit me down here. I'm really going to miss April and Christy though, and the routines we've established over this 2 month period. I've definitely learned a lot about a lot of things, and that was also an objective of mine besides getting 6 credits out of the way to make next year's load just a bit easier. Mattie's doing pretty good...having some relieving in harness issues, which we're working on, and I'm trying to pick up on her signals when I know what's happened and what may happen. boy, talk about confusing. Oh man! I gotta tell y'all (I just wrote that for some southern humor, which I really can't do that well because I'm originally not from the south), but anyway, I have to tell you some great news that Amy told me today on skype! She completed the purchase of a Pantech Duo smart phone and mobile speak from ATNT and she'll get it soon. I'm all excited about it, cuz she purchased it for me. A combined Christmas/birthday gift. grin. so that's amazing! My lovely nokia 6682 is slowly breaking down, much to my denial of this occurrence. So we'll see how this new phone works out. It has both a numbpad and a keyboard so I can choose how I'd like to text. Sadly, she said it comes installed with just the dectalk voice of mobile speak, so we'll se how I adjust to that. I'm gonna miss talks. I really like it! And you're not allowed to comment on that fatty! so meh. I pass this off to Amy now and we'll see where she takes us. Rachel and Mattie

A: You write a 12-Braille-Page entry in your guide dog's blog.
B: You have a guide dog blog to begin with
C You decide, again, to update the joint blog you have with your
best friend, who, in return, has not reciprocated, to my
knowledge (poo face)
Ok, so Binny pretty much summed up my like, last couple of
weeks. There's nothing really to say. The play I went to see
Jess in on Sunday was very very good. At first, I didn't really
get it, and was really confused about the plot. Parts of it were
a bit more vulgar than I'd've prefered, but on the whole the
story was told well. It was called Complete Female Stage Beauty.
It was about the last male actor allowed to play a faemale roll
on the British stage. It was really interesting. And I must
say, Jess played quite a good ditz, and also a perfect boysterous
barwoman, or whatever she was.
So yccsterday, I went to the airport, to pick my sister up, who
was returning from a trip to Mexico. We went to LAX, which is
where Fatty will be arriving as well. This was quite a novel
experience, though, because my sister came through international
arrivals, and that takes for freaking ever and a day. I've never
been standing in one place, pressed in by so many people, of
differing nationalities at one time.
I don't think today will be very eventful. It'll probably be
another reading/online day. I don't mind. That's what summer is
somewhat all about. I know a few people whose calls I
desperately need to return as well. I have issuoes with calling
people back. Especially people who freaking work during the day,
because I plan to call them, and then I forget to call after they
get off work. I'm speaking of Leena right now, specifically.
Loser. And I need to call Cristina back, and Fatty. So I'll go
and stop being pointless and do that now.
Later, kids!
Amy and Binny
22 Days Left!

Okay, so first, hi, to the dormant readers of this blog. It's been awhile since either of us updated it. But the weeks Rachel and I have both been eagerly awaiting draw ever nearer, that is, the weeks we'll be spending together. So, I've decided, that from here on out, we should try to post every day, or at least, I will. I actually haven't talked to my consort since I kind of hopefully not too rudely brushed her and Christy off last night... um, sorry guys, but I had like, fourty million windows open and was trying to help mom. so her phone was doing something, and jaws was babbling and it was a big mess. But I plan to call y'all back today, so there. Okay, so I put my name in the subject, wich may seem kind of weird, but it's really not, because this way, you'll know who's posting from the subject line. I stole the idea from Caitlin and Mel and their joint blog. So, let's give a quick news update for the benefit of everyone reading, which actually kills two birds with one stone because our GDB class is also subscribed to this blog: Well, I've been doing a fat lot of nothing lately, except sleeping, catching up to my laziness,, reading, going to church, ocasionally seeing friends, helping Cristina and lupita get rid of an infestation of roaches, which highly amuses me, and trying to talk to Rachel every day to build anticipation and excitement, which isn't really necessary as I already feel I want to explode with pent up energy. Oh, and we had the most amazing conference call with about five or six members of our class the other day. At one point it was; Jo, Libby, Rachel, Suzanne and I, and at another point, after Libby left, it was Jo, Rachel, Suzanne, Cristina and I. So we missed Alyssa, Blake and Jason. Poo faces. But we left Alyssa a message which she never returned, double poo face, and we didn't know blake or jason's numbers. So, we'll have to reschedule another one, because I was just insanely happy to hear from all of you kids. I'd like to try to schedule a big one for when Rachel's down here, so we can all talk using my skype subscription, which lets me call any number in the U.S or canada, free. too bad no one has dan's number, lol. it's funny how our class like, lost two of its members, Dan and Bob, though bob is, um, a little alarming at best, grin. okay, so my plans for when Rachel is here continue to expand and change. for sure I want to spend as much bonding time as possible, just us, because we like, don't get that privilege very often at all. We also must must have a summer social so I can show off the fattress to my Californian minions. Oooo, and Dad says that probably in late july, so like, the first or second week of her visit, we can go to Frisco for a weekend, show her the sites, and while I'm up there I can stop by and possibly meet caitlin. We'll go swimming at dad's place so he can barbecue, and maybe that's where we'll invite people for the social, seeing as how pool parties are sexy. Ooo, and we talked about going to a water park, so we have to find a brave soul willing to take us. I nominate jess, and maybe we'll take Cristina or Lupita along if they wanna go. okay, so I'm probably getting way carried away planning all of this, but no matter what we do, this summer's going to be absolutely a friggin' mazing! and oh yes, since last summer's recordings were lost forever, this summer will definitely be archived with recordings and audio clips and all that fun stuff... so, with that, I think I shall depart. One of us will be back soon to regaile you with more pointlessness. Cheres: Amy and Binny 23 Days Left!

Hi readers, For all who don't remember, this is mine and Rachel's blog, which hasn't really been touched since my last visit to NC. Her first ever visit to anaheim is fast approaching, so I had to write an entry in anticipation of that! I just rediscovered this thing and wanted to drag it out of obscurity and update. I was reading back on old entries and it made me all kinds of nastalgic! you have to freaking hurry up and ge here, fatty! Like, now! I won't go into too much detail about life right now, as most of you read my personal bloggings as well, but it's been great now that school's out. Rachel and I have been talking more frequently, so that's been a nice change. Only a month and a half ... or a little more, to go! we can wait... can't we? hahahaha. I can't wait to show her all of my haunts and stuff. home all of a sudden seems a lot more exciting when you have some one new to show around. and Rachel and I have been friends for so little time in comparison to some of my other friendships, and seen each other so infrequently, that it's awesome that we're as close as we are. so... wooooo! fun times fast approaching! can't wait! I know that wasn't very informative but I just wanted to write something to get this thing off the ground again! I'm sure one of us will be back soon. Cheres, Amy and Binny