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Name: Ami
Birthday: 12/24/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus Cristo (pronounced with a Spanish accent); pretending to be a professional violinist; rice krispy treats, cowgirl boots
Expertise: analyzing your handwriting
Occupation: Legal
Industry: Art
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AIM:  Amsterbuni
Member Since:
7/31/2005
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| I´m a slacker. Check this out... ñññññ ¿¿¿¿¿ so exciting. Hmm, some updates:
-we left Mexico City after 6 days and went to Queretaro to visit Clay´s sister and her boyfriend. The first day we(Steph) bought a puppy in a mercado that we were told was a 2 month old mini poodle, but we are pretty sure it is 3 weeks old and more like a cocker spaniel. Anyway, we occupied our days in Queretaro playing with him/taking him to the vet to find out he has a stomache inflammation illness because he still needs his mama´s milk. -next, we went to a city, Gaunajuato, which has been my favorite place so far. It´s this old colonial village with underground tunnel roads and beautiful architecture. We stayed in a hostile and explored the town. This place was like straight out of a fairytale. If I´m ever a convict running from the law, I will be sure to hide out there..or somewhere else... -now I find myself in Cuernavaca, living with an older mom and dad, their 30-ish year old daughter, and 12 year old grandson, as well as a roommate from South Carolina, which I was not expecting, pero asi es vida. I´m at an intensive language school each day from 8am-2pm with 4 other classmates, so I´m sucking up all the attention from our teachers and frying my brain each day. -my english has regressed -the food has taken a tole on my stomache, and plays the part as a constant laxative, which is awesome. -I now must flag down a taxi and get home for the comida, my large meal of the day which is sometimes mexican food, but occasionally things like alphabet soup, pizza, and spaghetti, because I think mi mama wants me to feel at home. If she only knew I´d prefer the comida mexicana. Hasta luego. | | |
| 24 hours spent in D.F.(Mexico City) so far:
Well, well, well, Mel and I traveled for 12 hours beginning in Phoenix where we sat at the airport alongside her dear grandma while she questioned us on the attributes we look for in a husband and Mel informed her grandma that she is "sex machine." Then came a lay over in Houston where we spotted Clay. That little schemer told us he couldn't get on our flight and that we would just have to search the massive airport in DF once we arrived.
After a night spent in a Holiday Inn (compliments of Papa Bear) we grabbed a taxi this morning and endured the chaotic streets of one of the most dense cities in the world. After an hour drive and feeling like I was going to throw up for the last portion, we arrived in Colonia de Presedentes, a very impoverished community but filled with character...winding streets with tall colorful apartments intertwined with hanging laundry and roof top plants. Very picturesque. We're now staying at a community center in an upper apartment that provides outings and medical services for the neighborhood children. This afternoon 54 kids came over and we boarded a bus and headed to "La cuidad de ninos." This is every child's dream come true and mine (and Mel's but not Clay's). It's this indoor adult world designed for children where they receive fake pesos and can walk throughout the town spending and making money at various places like a hospital, salon, "Wal-mart," etc. I had four 7 year old girls in my group that were just as overstimulated as me. They rambled on and on with me in Spanish and even though half the time I had to reply with "no entiendo" they decided I was their best friend by the end. Afterward, we took them back, where they returned to their homes.
This evening, Clay, Mel, and I cooked fresh chicken, squash, and onions that we bought on the street this morning and sat up on the rooftop overlooking the city and attempting to star gaze at a starless sky thanks to pollution and bright lights. We are more or less not supposed to leave our locked down apartment because of the "dangerous hood" but we endured the friendly neighborhood and went to a pandelaria (bakery) and the shop owner is having us over for dinner Thursday night. So in a nutshell, this place is growing on me faster than I would have expected. God really has provided us with smooth sailing so far. Hallelujah.
Oh how I wish I could post pictures (if only I had brought me camera cord) of mangy dogs, precious Mexican children, and beautiful city lights.
Buenas Noches. | | |
| Dear Spencer (and Carrie), I am sorry that I have not provided you with any reading material as you sit at your desk pretending to work, but secretly checking xanga for an update. What a miserable summer this must have been. I, on the otherhand, have had a splendid one, beginning with... the cruise that mom and dad took Andrew and me on. It pays to be single and continue to mooch off of the parentals while spending quality time with them of course.
Climatic moment: sharing our dinner table with Larry. Larry is an expert cruise attendee that was currently on his fifth one with his son (age 5) celebrating his graduation from preschool. As Larry shared all the secrets of the best places to eat and times to do so, excused himself from the table to dance with the servers and cooks after the finale dinner, and doted on his intelligent son that has successfully passed preschool, I decided that Christopher Guest should make a new mockumentary on avid cruise goers. Unfortunately, no pictures of the infamous Larry were taken...only half the Orr family. We missed you. 
Next was my favorite trip of the summer: Yosemite. The fun began when we set sail in the mom-o-van that dad somehow entrusted us all with, that we soon named Patricia. She kept chugging along through Vegas, Death Valley and eventually got us lost in the outskirts of Yosemite where she was stuck in sand...and then dug out. This trip consisted of many hikes: moonlit night hikes, sunrise hikes, "all-day along a river hikes," rafting (which became a joke since there was no current), swimming in ice cold lakes, ending with a drive to see the biggest trees on the planet in the Sierra National Forest and then a trip to a ghetto casino in the Mojave Desert where we went swimming to rid our bodies of 6 days of dirt with chlorine, danced it up in the lounge, and played a 5 cent slot machine- also the day you called to tell me that I'm going to be an aunt!!! (as I wore our childhood pink 80's dress since the color theme of the drive home was pink and brown and everyone was instructed to change in a gas station early that morning). I wish I could post all 459 pictures from this trip...  
 
 
 
Then Melissa and I roadtripped out to Elephant Butte Lake in New Mexico to visit Molly/Molls Balls, Clay, and Alex, where we were forced to learn to wakeboard. I fall somewhere between amateur and professional, slightly closer to the amateur end of the spectrum. Post wakeboarding = an extreme whiplash feeling to the entire body, so we visited some natural hot springs along the Rio Grande. More memories were experienced 2 hours west of the lake in Capitan...no great stories here except one night when we feasted at a random family's house with 7 children. Their motto is "Book or Broom." They must be reading or cleaning at all times; no other media besides books. They also took turns standing up at the dinner table and quoting famous people. The dad wanted Mel and I to quote something and questioned our educational background when we said we had nothing to offer (other than the lyrics to songs like Sir Mixalot's "I like big butts" which would probably be slightly inappropriate). With that to say, I was very enlightened by their traditional values.  
Last but not least, I made an expedition out to see BeccaJane & Friends, Inc. in Saint Diego where we relished in old times...getting sick off candy from the Sweet Factory, rummaging through thrift stores to prevent global warming, (F.Y.I. The production of clothing uses an unnecessary amount of the earth's natural resources when more than enough clothes exist to just keep passing around and sharing.), starting a running team called "Team Panda Robot Suicide Force" to train for an actual half marathon- dad already registered us so there is no backing out this time, and cooking the L parents some gourmet food...all accounting for me wanting to live there again.  
 
So while I wasn't off playing, I actually did do some work at Papa Bear's office...changing lives by shredding paper, rearranging furniture, cleaning out refrigerators, addressing envelopes and instilling the concept of RECYCLE into the office, except Pops still ignores the recycling bin I brought in so I have to filter things out of his trash can. But working there was surprisingly fun and educational at times. And then I completed my last and final days of nannying Tori and Nikki. Hopefully next summer when I have a college degree I won't fall back into that employment. Nik's best quote of the summer occurred yesterday when a friend of mine came over to their house to drop something off...Nik told my friend that her mom was actually at a movie by herself at the time and not at work because "She needed some alone time. She has been really stressed lately. She's been divorced twice." 
Love,
Amy P.S. I will try to keep you more regularly posted while I'm in Meh-hee-co.
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| Happy Birthday Dictator Carrie. I mean, princess. 
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