Well I've been a lazy blogger lately, but there has been a significant development in the cell phone saga. I am once again with phone! My number works, and I have even figured out voice mail! Now to just start the tedious job of loading the numbers.

I have now gone one month without a cell phone and I didn't really miss it at all. I mean it was extremely inconveienient at the airport. Once I almost missed a flight to Seattle and had no idea how I was going to call my cousin and warn her not to pick me up, but other than that you know... it was fine. OH, yeah except when I had to call Arnold from a hotel in San Diego and they charged me $8.32 for a 30 second call. Good grief!

In unrelated news, in a fit of unbridled optomism Arnold and I have joined the gym. I'm not sure why we did it, maybe it's despair over our lack of excercise, or this lingering addiction to swimming but we are now gym members forEVER, we got the pre-paid membership. And suprisingly we've been going. Hopefully that will last when school starts. We'll see. But... I have to toot my own horn here a bit, I've built up enough strength to do one push up. ONE! And not the wussy on your knees crap, I'm talking full plank, bending your arms to a 90 degree angle military style glory!

And I am sad to say that my Gma will no longer be making guest appearances on the blog as she did NOT (capitalization, her emphasis, not mine) appreciate prior references to her. Plus as she told me a blog is "all evil, mean stories" so no more quotes from Gma. Too bad to since she burned Arnold good last time we visited. Normally I would protest such blatant censorship but to be fair at 85 she should get her way at least some of the time. Bye Gma, maghanoy.com will miss you dearly!

And that's the news from Maghanoylandia! Here's a clip, courtesty of Kuarz... man sometimes I wish I was Indian...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNS3VtrxJfo

The IT people at my place of employment blocked all web-based e-mail. It's like they are trying to demoralize us and take away the little joys in our day. I think next they are going to prohibit coffee in the building or something else like that.

I flew to San Diego today and I was gripping the seats wondering if I was going to freak out during take off the kid next to me got all excited "We're flying!" Oh, sometimes I wish I was a kid.

There was another little girl who sang the Imperial Death March from Star Wars to herself during half the flight. I'm pretty sure that's the kind of kid I was.

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Seriousy progress has been made in the efforts to reconnect myself to the world via cellular service. My sweet, thoughtful friend Justina finagled me an old Nokia phone from a friend and I am now only a SIM card away from getting reconnected. Thanks Justy!

On the other side, I have no one's phone numbers. Please feel free to e-mail your phone number okay? Especially you Rob, I need to ask a favor.

I got attacked by a flying cat.

Arnold is pet-sitting a friend's kitten for the month and I think the cat might be trying to kill me. The second we open the first door it starts screaming and sticking it's arm under the door. Then when we get in it starts running around like a whirling dervish while simultaneously giving me the evil eye. I swear I can see it plotting its attack. Then at some point it bites me, you know, just for fun. But today the el gatito has taken this insanity to a whole new level.

As the little devil was getting his excercise by attacking our friends furniture he accidentally got overzealous and slammed himself headlong into a chair so hard that he flipped over and ended up underneath. That's when I provoked the king of darnkess by laughing at him...

The lunatic turned around, stared at me and then I swear to God he ran out and took a flying leap at my leg from like four feet away. It was crazy, like he had all his feet splayed out at his sides. Seriously, Arnold was there, you can ask him.

Unfrotunately the Mr. Kitty miscalculated the distance fell short of my leg and ended up rolling on the ground. Ha ha! I'm still smarter than cats, thank God!

"It's hard to be mad at (friend who will not be named). It's like being mad at a rock, it's useless and he'll never change." -Arnold

I haven't had much to say lately on the blog, because... well I haven't felt particularly funny. In case people haven't noticed, I try to make it funny. Or at the very least amusing, but lately I've felt uninspired. Plus if this blog turns angsty, it's a bad thing. I am no longer a teenager and angst will not be appropriate until I am at an age suitable for a mid-life crisis. Every once in awhile I'd like to claim a quarter-life crisis but I think I had one about two years ago, so well, no more angst.

Last weekend I got to see my baby cousin Dora. Since we saw her in June she has started walking... fast. I mean she walks like a pigeon-toed cowboy, but still she moves fast! Also she seems to be making a lot more noise. Although I think she was quite well behaved the day I saw her, she does scream if people do not immediately do what she wants. And I think I'm a little jealous of that, I mean it would be so pleasing that everytime things went wrong I cold just SCREAM at the top of my lungs and then it would be fixed. In just a day I could solve so many problems if screaming at the top of my lungs was an acceptable solution. It would be great...

Dream sequence....

"Amelie, I can't show up to play the wedding with you today, I'm still drunk from last night and I didn't bring my guitar." - Person who resembles a rock who will not be named.

"Aaaaaaaaaagh" -Amelie

"Your right. I'm an asshole, I'll call my friend and ask him to bring my guitar. Also I'm sorry." - "Rock" like person.

Oh it would be so sweet! Alas apparently screaming is not socially acceptable after the age of 5 or so. Although I would've liked to scream at, or strangle for that matter my rock-like friend I'm going to have to take it as yet another opportunity to "let things go" and "accept that some people don't change." Embaressingly, these are two phrases I hear often from my supervisor when he's attempting to keep me from going ballistic over bad news. So what's the point? A message to my baby cousin... Enjoy the screaming while you can, after 5 it's not going to work anymore! :)

Swimming ended today, so my glory days of being a top beginning swimmer are over until next summer. I do have to state for the record though that today I did 100 meters of butterfly, not in a row of course but in 4 sets of 25s! Still a big accomplishment even if I do butterfly a bit like a masochist who is repeatedly launching themself out of the pool only to belly flop back down, wiggle and begin the whole process again. I have a feeling that I am going to be extremely sore tomorrow, but that's okay, especially considering the fact that tomorrow a.m. I am going on a weekend getaway with the sisterhood of the travleing pants with a day trip to see my cousins and the by now world-famous Dora!!! At last, I can start working on beating my phone at accruing frequent flyer miles.