Change of plan.

I don’t understand my family.  Lol  THey’re not moving now, but they might be next year, or whenever they can find a house.  THe house they really wanted and were closing in on didn’t end up working out because they didn’t get approved for it.  Eh whatever.

I was thinking of starting a blog all for Astoria.  I have some of it on my Braille Note already.  I think I will actually.  She’ll be a guest on here, but yeah …  I think it’d be funny.

I updated.  Happy?  I need to go.  School.

Morning walks and stray dogs.

This morning, Mommy woke me up at about six and got me some breakfast at six thirty.  She thinks I have no concept of time.  Shhh, don’t tell her!  Wehn she finally gave me my breakfast, I ate a little bit and ran over to her, waggling my tail.  She was getting a poop bag.  I could tell she was confused.  She kept telling me to take my food, but I kept running up to her and just sitting there and staring at it, licking my chops.  She was confused.  She even called Grandma in to see if there was anything funny in it.  She kept telling me to take it.  Sometimes, I took it, and other times I just sat there and licked my chops.  She was confused.  She picked up the bowl to see if it was too warm.  It was perfectly fine.  She put it back down, told me to take it, and I dug in.  I’ve never done that before.  She thinks it’s because I was too excited about my walk that I knew was coming up since she put on her walking shoes and had changed and everything.  But, she also knows that nothing’ll get between me and my food.
Half way through our walk, Mom asked if she could take the Squeaky because she wanted to see if she could walk him, so they traded.  I was walking with Bro.  That fat lump was waddling next to me, yanking Grandma toward trees.  So was I, but I was more dignified about it.  Granted, my nose was shoved deep into the grass and my leash and my entire body shook with each glorious sniff I took, but no one needs to know that.  That big fat white lump didn’t even sniff!  All he did was pee.  He doesn’t know how to enjoy the outdoors like I do.
Well, as I was saying …  Starbuck and Mom were walking behind us.  She wrapped the leash around her hand so that he couldn’t pull his way from her grip.  It was funny.  That dumb guy doesn’t know how to walk right.  He kept pulling her, so she would turn around and start walking the other way.  He kept running and choking himself.  Dumb dog …  His problem, though, not mine.  Mom was getting irritated, but not too much.  I have to say, it was kind of cute the way the little guy pulled.  It was like he was back in the snow, swearing Mom was some kind of sled.  I mean–he was stupid!  I never want him to walk with my mommy again!  As the great chiwawa would say: “Eh, liver alone, cheese mine!”
When we were back on our block, Mom was still walking with Squeaky.  Then, there came this rogue dog trotting toward us.  Bro started pulling Grandma really hard and barking.  Grandma had a hard time controling him.  I started pulling too, but I was better about it.  I know how to pull in a dignified, polite manner.  Besides, I’m not as big and fat as he is.  Anyways, Mom was surprised about Squeaky.  He tried pulling, but she gave a little tug on the leash and growled at him to stop and sit.  I guess she looked and sounded mad enough because he looked up at her, all confused, and he sat his little fuzzy butt down beside her.  Not completely, but his butt was half way up in the air, and his tail was waggling.  Dumb dog …  Showing off.  I didn’t do that.  I could’ve if Mommy told me to, but I wasn’t with Mommy, was I?  Idiot.
Last night, that same dog came running up to me when I was trying to pee.  Mommy was getting irritated that the neighbors consistently leave their dogs off leash out in the front yard.  The first dog came up to me and I wanted to play too, so I started pulling at my leash.  Boy did I get a huge correction for that.  She almost toppled over because she was on the curb.  I would’ve laughed …  After I played with the dog.  Then, the second dog came up, and the neighbor finally got their dog back on leash.
Mom was telling Grandma this morning that maybe we should ask the neighbors if we should have some kind of play date with all us dogs.  I think it’d be fun!!!  I don’t know them, but they seem nice enough.  They’re not irritating like Squeaky.  They just seem really friendly.  They always say hi.  Awefully polite.  I would be that way if I was off leash.  I’d like to think I would be, anyhow.  Well, probably not, but I can dream.  If Mom reads this, maybe she’ll start letting me off leash!  Here’s to dreaming, eh Bean Bean?
Ooh!  Yea!  Binny and I are having a slumber party!  Play daaaaaaate!  Squeaky and all!  He’s kind of fun when Binny’s over.  I don’t mind him so much.  Ooh, I’m so excited I can hardly stop waggling my body!  I’m gonna have fun!  I’m gonna have fun!
Oh, I need to go.  Mom wants me to get off so that I can go with her to breakfast.  I might just get her to let me sleep on my bed.  I’d love to sleep on her bed.  Oh, bed bed bed!  But, she won’t let me do that.  Crazy lady …  I mean–I love you Mom!
Astoria and Mom

Home and working independently.

So, I, at this current juncture, really have no idea of what to think.  My family just decided to buy a house and move.  Literally, that’s how it happened.  The already found the house and everything.  They’re moving in this summer.  They’re doing the down payment tomorrow.  In essence, I’m a little screwed.  Why?  It’s two hours away from here, and it’s hotter than h-e-double-toothpicks.  It’s like noman’s land.  There’s no public transportation or paratransit.  My mom said she could drive me places, but I just told her it isn’t the same.  That’s like taking my indipendence away from me. As much as I complain about the public transportation here, and even Access, the threat of having that taken away from me is hideous.  They’re my joy.  It would be like me taking my mom’s car away from her and her having to rely on public transportation or having someone drive her.  Granted, she would have that option as I would as well, but mine is to a more severe degree.  I have Astoria to worry about.  It’s not fair to her.
So, I have to be gone.  I don’t know how.  I don’t know where, but I need to be gone.  My mom’ll still be working here, so she was thinking of renting a studeo apartment or a one-bedroom for the four nights a week she’ll be down here.  I suggested that we bunk together and I just sit in the apartment or whatever while she went home.
I never thought I’d feel this way, but I guess I just really feel strange.  The idea of my family moving as opposed to me moving out on my own is strange.  Ah well.  I’ll get over it.
Also, with the money issue being tight, I don’t know if I’ll be able to save up for Wales, which honestly really made me quite disappointed.  I am really looking forward in doing that, and I hope I stil can.  We’ll see.  I need to get a job .. Desperately.
My sister suggested I teach more voice lessons.  How much am I supposed to charge?  She suggested fifteen, but I feel like that’s almost a bit much just because I don’t have a degree or anything.  Yes, I’m still taking voice lessons, but I am no longer a music major.  Haha  I wonder if I can get gigs singing at churches.  Fat chance.
I really do need a job.  If not just for the experience, I really do need the money!  I’m going to call Workability tomorrow.  I’ll talk to Elisabeth about it.  Heh  THis is turning into quite an experience, eh?  I’ll go transfer to Swansea University and not worry about it.  Lol
Astoria.  You all wanna hear about Astoria.  She and I walked from DSS out to the bus stop and went home from there.  It was a fine walk.  I felt like a winded rhyno just because my legs were aching.  I don’t know why they were so tense!  I normally walk that fast.  I wasn’t huffing and puffing or anything.  A bit, but not to the extreme.  I wasn’t sweating bullets as usual after a ridiculous workout.  However, my legs ached.  It was that glorious aching feeling I love when I know I’m working my muscles beautifully.  She did great!
I was working her, too, at church tonight, and she did really well.  I was proud of her.  It wasn’t anything extraordinary, but she was doing well with keeping me from hitting people who were within close proximity of me.  How nice.  That’s something I don’t miss about the cane.  I don’t miss much, trust me.  In fact, I don’t miss anything.
It’s hard to think of myself as having once been a cane user.  Then again, it’s also difficult to think of myself as never having known Christ before.  Or, music for that matter.  I mean, granted, I’ve always like music of some sort, but, I used to like garbage.  *Blushes*  N’Sync.  Ugh!  Let me just die right now of utter embarrassment.
I’d better go now.  I’m getting tired.
Cristina and Astoria

P.S.  I love how I always seem to end so abruptly.  Sorry about that.

Holy moly!

Greetings and fellowship.
While I sit here and wait for Astoria’s food to sit and collect the water she so needs, I figured that I’ll tell you a story of what exactly happened last night before I went to bed.
I am aware that you received a note from my fuzzy companion.  I was going to relieve her, which was why she had to stop writing.  Got fir all over my laptop.  Anyhow, I grabbed a poop bag like a good mama and went out with her.  Astoria took this mamoth-sized dump and I bust out my handy little poop bag.  Okay, so I’m bending over, picking it up, trying to collect all the large pieces which, by the way, were pretty firm.  So, I’m wondering why on earth one of them is kind of sticking to the outside of my poop bag by my pinky.  when I moved my hand to get a better grip on this mamoth crap, I realize there’s this big, gaping hole in the bottom of my bag.  I was so disgusted!  Never in my life have I actually sat there and picked up a piece of poop with my hand outside of a poop bag.  Ugh!  I was holding my hand out far away from me as we went inside, and I washed my hand like a good OCD person would.
Oh dear …  I mean, I’ve stepped in poop with my bear feet when I literally ran outside to grab Astoria and stop her from eating something on the ground, but I’ve never sat there and felt it with my hand.  *Shudders*  People these days …
Cleanly yours:
Cristina and Astoria

The way she sleeps.

So, my mommy’s mean.  She pulls off my collar before she goes to sleep now, and sometimes, she shoves me in my crate so I don’t try to bug her while she’s sleeping.  She’s been tired lately.  Normally, I get up and move at night, and my mommy always woke up.  Ever since that one time I ate Aunt Jeni’s underwear, Mommy keeps waking up whenever I move.  She always keeps a close eye on me.  She’ll end up being one of those moms that’ll never let me out of the house when I want a boyfriend, watch.
I was exasperated with the stupid pipsqueak today.  He kept chasing me and I’d bark at him.  He kept running at me and humping me.  The nerve of that stupid, pint-sized little twerp …  Just because he’s cute and hairier than me with that stupid head with his dumb pointed ears doesn’t mean he can get away with such atrotious behavior.  That’s no way to treat a lady.  Finally, my mom thought I was really beginning to lose my temper with that dumb–what do they call him?–Starbuck dog, so she bent down and shoved him away.  When he came back again, she stuck her foot in the way while I backed up against the door.  When he tried jumping over her foot to snap at my face, she threw him on his back and humped him.  And she calls me a pedophile …  The nerve of that lady when she’s sitting there and humping a little squeaky!
I wasn’t defending him!  I think he’s annoying.  I hate that idiot, even if he does provide me with some enjoyment every once in a while.  Well, maybe I don’t hate him entirely, but–this is too incriminating.
Okay, Mom didn’t really hump him, but she flung him onto his back and held him down and didn’t let him move until he just submitted to her.  And, he tried biting her to get away, so she crammed her hand down his throat until he started gagging.  Better him than me …  Heh …  The last time she did that to me, I knew I was in huge trouble, and I never tried humping her again.  I normally don’t hump, but I just needed to try and dominate her.  Other dogs just know that I’m dominant.  I have a strong will.  I don’t need to hump.  Debasing myself and making me look like, well, a dog is below me. …  Sometimes.
Food’s the exception.  It’s the same way with Mom.  They really did match us well at G-HarnessMe.  She calls it guide dog school, but that’s her.  I’m a dog.  I’m different.
As i was saying about food …  I love food, and so does Mom.  She got really mad at me when I ate  a little bit of Binny’s food.  I was hungry.  Yes, I had just eaten, but just because I eat a bowl of food doesn’t mean I don’t want another one.  Just because she was across the room tempting Binny with a kibble doesn’t mean I was going to be good.  I felt like being a bad Book.  Boy did I show her!  She’ll never do that again!
Sometimes, my mommy thinks she keeps too much of an iron fist with me, but if she didn’t, I’d go crazy.  I know how I am. …  I think.
I’m gonna go to sleep now.  Mom’s yanking off the leash from the hook and calling me. Besides my paws hurt from pressing these stupid keys.  How do you humans do it?
Astoria and Mom

This is so cool!

So, I’m writing on Cristina’s blog. I guess if you’re a user on some one else’s blog you can post too! Okay, so I don’t really know what i’m going to say or anything, i’m just writing for the sake of writing and to see if it works.
Since I have the right to say I’m Cristina’s sister though, heh, I’ll actually make use of this post. Anyone who reads this blog will split their sides laughing, haha. She’s always been a good bloggist. So Enjoy this as much as I will! I still think it’s tripppy I can write something on here…
Well, let’s see if she accepts and posts this worthless post…
Oh hey, and while i’m at it, i might as well make some propaganda for my own blog. if you like Cristina, and you like me (who wouldn’t), you’ll certainly enjoy:
http://amybinny667.wordpress.com
it’s my blog!
happy readings and come down to my neck of the woods sometime, heh!
Amy and Binny

Intro and a Stori.

Hi all!
I’m back to the blogging world!  I was having a discussion with Amelia the other day and telling her about how much i missed blogging online.  Granted, I shall avoid a variety of blogging sites, and I will most certainly avoid certain topics, but my life is relatively dull anyhow, so I really don’t have much to worry about.  (See?  Astoria just groaned in agreement)
I suppose the latest news with me is my change of majors and adding of a minor; English with a Christian studies minor.  Most people think I’m ridiculous,, but I am going to do what makes me happy.
Onto a total change of topic, though …  I wanted to shoot my dog this morning.  Oh my word!  Astoria.  She’s lucky she has this “I don’t know what you’re correcting me for after a certain amount of time, Mom” feature because I wanted to high collar her fuzzy little head off.
So, last night, we’re at Amelia’s house.  I’m sitting there, eating my dinner.  The idiot I am decides to get up to do something for a moment and Astoria lunges at Binny’s food, gobbling down a small portion, but a portion nonetheless.  She was tied down to my chair and dragged it with her.  I yanked her away and shoved that collar so high up that her eardrums were popping out.  Not really, but you get the drift.  So, after that, I wanted to kill her, but I obviously didn’t act on that impulse.  Haha
This morning, while I was eating breakfast and we had allowed the Bean and the Book to run around outside and play, Mom sees Astoria snacking on Binny’s poop.  Yep, you heard me.  She was living on the wild side this morning.  I just hope her stool isn’t going to be hideous.  On top of Binny’s food being different, she also ingested some fecal matter.  Oh, lucky me.
Then, when we let them back into the house, I reach down to pet Astoria, and she was beyond hideous!!!  She had dirt caked all over her.  When I stroked her back, my hand came away with dirt.  She was also nice and wet.  She had grass poking out of her stomach as well.  Ugh!  Her feet were hideous as well.  Oh man …  This was thirty minutes before we had to leave.  I about died of exasperation.
So, Stori and I walked outside and I wiped her down with some baby wipes.  I zoomed her for a bit, then I wiped her down some more because she was still hideously nastifying.  Then, I busted out a comb and combed it through all of her.  It was sick.  I got all the junk out of her fir, thank God.  Hideous dog …
Oh, and another thing ..  She was so hideous that dirt was even in her ears.  It was gross.  When I pulled the wipe out of her ears, Mom said it was all brown.  Same with the wipes that I had used for her body.  Blah …  Ah well.
I’m gonna go now.  I need to go and assist my female parental unit in household chores.
Ta ta!
Stori and I

 

P.S>  Que agria!