Hey Ally.

I remember that.
Nothing like lifting milk to the tune of Cribs.

Do you remember this?
Who would schedule a group meeting at 8 in the morning???

Hey Lisa.

Remember this?

I do, too.

And to those who are interested:

lisadickson.posterous.com

ally-has-a-blog.blogspot.com

Keep in touch.

You made Algebra 2 a blast!

HAGS.

A Goode Day

Twenty years ago, Lisa of Country Glen was born.
And we're all glad she was.

A year ago, we were Classic Skating together in our finest threads.

This year, that wasn't possible.

Lisa is in London.

I'm in India.

Alliterations are fun.

This is late, I know.

But, after Lisa's FHE experience with an Indian family in Fiji, she told me she's a little bit afraid of Indian people.

And so, my birthday gift to you, Lisa, is to cast aside those fears for good.

With this collection of pictures I'm calling "Go Lisa," I hope to show you that India is just a country of a billion people cheering for you.

HBD, kid.

I can't wait until we're camping out in Provo this winter.

-Alstie

P.S. I, like, really need yo address.

Pile of Broken Wood

Hey Ally.


It's funny to think that this one isn't that bad.
Hahahahahaharsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsr.

crazy like an ape

Here we are. We're in the Dickson's kitchen, snacking on green giant sugar snap peas, Go-Gurt and blonde brownies, ready to get this blog going again.

Where do we start? It seems like we've had a lot going on, but now we can't really think of anything. So we'll start with today.

We went down to this little bistro called Zupa's in Orem and met up with these hunnies, who we have greatly missed.


They're all doing great. Gap, Humanities, Miss Utah, an "off" room mate. Everything is as it should be.

After our lunch, we ran some errands together. We had to drop off a bunch of rocks at McGee's to be engraved for the Olympus Stake's upcoming pioneer trek, and we saw this from across State street.

Nickel City was calling our name, and there is no place else we would rather be on a Tuesday afternoon. It seems were are about the only people in the world who feel this way, but we enjoyed having the place almost to ourselves.


Ally won 46 tickets, Lisa didn't. That's why Ally is making it rain in that picture.

After we got our prizes - fake fangs, a toy turtle, and frooties - we headed home. On the way, we saw a sign for the Lamb and Wool festival at Thanksgiving point, so we pulled over. Turns out its on Saturday if you're interested. We forgot to say we named the turtle 2-D. Cool, huh.

As far as the rest of our summer goes, it's been greatish. Ally works here:


It's called Millcreek Garden, and as we say, "It's a great day at Millcreek Garden!" It's a great day today, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day. Get it? She's mostly illegal immigrant/migrant worker status, but she's moving up. And by moving up we mean they wrote her name on a pair of scissors yesterday. Within five years she'll be running that place.

As for Lisa, she's been doing a lot of things around the house. Ally brings home the bacon, and Lisa cooks it. She didn't end up getting a job in the Beehive state, but it worked out splendidly. This is perfect opportunity to make an announcement of sorts. Lisa is going to nanny in Boston for eight weeks this summer! She just has to learn how to drive a stick shift and she's set. No cooking, no cleaning, just one on one time with the children. It will be like The Sound of Music meets Super Nanny.

And this is also the time to make another couple of announcements. Beginning June 4th, we won't see each other for more than six months. That's sad. But long live We Have A Blog. We will always have a blog. Let's face it.

It's also exciting though, because we're having adventures. We're going global, even more than that time some Chinese girls came to our grilled cheese party. We're going to do some studying abroad. Lisa is going to London, and Ally is going to India. Hare Krishna, tea. Cheers!

We keep it, like, way real.

Forget about this place.

It's gone. It can't exist without us. And if you think the girls who inherit our dorm room next year are going to put as much care into it as we did you're dreaming.

The last few days in the dorms were some of the best and worst of our short lives. It had the feeling of a refugee camp. We had a small shanty town in the floor lounge set up where the remaining survivors would tough it out together for the night, not knowing what the following day would bring.

Yeah, how dramatic does that sound.

Mostly we just had a few mattresses together, but there were definitely not enough beds for how many girls there were. Ally woke up on the couch one night. Personal space.

We didn't stop our picture taking with all the girls who were checking out. That was something that really kept us going. It gave us a reason to wake up in the morning.

Not only are there a lot of pictures, there are a lot of really really ugly pictures.

We've talked about making a album full of all the ugly pictures we've taken together over the years. Let's just say, all of these pictures with our floor mates would make that album in a second.

We kept going back and forth about whether to put them on da blog at all.

Ultimately, we decided it's not fair to let these girls miss out on the opportunity to be featured on the web just because we hadn't showered for a while and Ally is wearing the Soulja' Boy shirt in 90% of the pictures.

But we're not about to make them normal size.

Here's this collage just to prove that they're there.

We know you can barely see them.

Hey, here's something fun and only semi-related.

That's us and our suitemates in August,

and this is us with our suitemates just a few days ago.

You'd hardly recognize us with how much we've grown, huh.

Next time the two of us (Lisa and Ally) are reunited we'll probably bust out a good year-end-wrap-up post, since our blogging is strongest when we're sitting back to back at opposite desks.

Yep, we'll leave it at that for now. Keeps 'em coming back.

Tami's Tacky

Good news. Lisa's done with finals.

We forgot to mention her biology final involved identifying 70 birds by sight and bird call. Actually, that's all it involved. If you think that's easy you'd be wrong. She studied using this book:

It makes noises. Ally's favorite is the American Crow. She can identify it everytime.

Mama Joyce came down today and helped Ally pack up her belongings. Then we went to lunch. Skyroom. Go big or go home. We forgot to take a picture there, so this one will do.

We told her the picture would go on da blog...

We also told her that Moms aren't supposed to ride in the backseat of the of the Nissan Frontier, but she said it's okay when she's just out with friends.

Being done with finals is fun. We took a nap and thought about watching a movie.

Two more little Indians got killed. And by that we mean to more girls checked out.

That's Ashley. She's from Hawaii. We're jealous. She usually talks in a funny voice and it always surprises us.

This is Erin. Or her empty room. We tried to get a picture with her last night when we realized she was leaving this morning. In her own words, "No pictures." She might have been more compliant if we hadn't woken her up from her night's rest. Another Erin quote that we loved: "Are those gauchos?" They sort of were gauchos.

We're going to be pretty busy tomorrow. There's a lot of girls leaving and that means a lot of check outs we have to be present at.