Every month I am in charge of getting our patient recall cards printed, divided, stamped, and eventually mailed to our patients. Each month I follow the simple steps (that I even have written down to avoid any problems) to print out the correct cards. Apparently I had pissed the recall card Gods off because they printed out wrong. Inexplicably, they were wrong. I was mystified because I had done it exactly they way I have done it for 6 years! My colleagues and I thought we would be able to stick a blank, white, sticker over the majority of the incorrect print, stamp our logo, apply the post card stamps, and call it a finished task. Unfortunately, I have OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, a mental illness resulting in persistent illogical fears and ideas, and often, particular habits created and followed out so as to avoid the fears and anxiety they cause. My OCD did not kick in until after we had stamped a majority of the cards when I realized that they looked like crap. I mean they looked like something some ghetto Mom and Pop Optical shop would send out and I instinctively knew that my boss would not like them. True to form, he saw the cards and inquired as to what happened. I explained that I had done it the same way I always do etc... Long story, made longer, is that it wasn't really my fault but I had to remove the post card stamps and stick them onto new postcards and hand write the names, addresses, etc. A job that takes me normally 20 minutes turned into a two day debacle. Whatever....it's done, thank goodness.
I have come to the conclusion this evening that I'm a blog stalker. I just absolutely enjoy reading about other people's lives and what they are doing, who they are dating, where they are working etc. This is coming from someone who reads her own blogs over and over again, ad nauseum critiquing every little word and hoping that the raw emotion that I'm feeling whilst I type is actually coming through to the reader. To those who I blog stalk...thank you for sharing a little piece of who you are with me, and the world, everyday.
I have an announcement...eh hem...I need to find a date for New Year's Eve 2010. I refuse to be the third wheel with my cousin and her boyfriend. I love them but I don't want them to feel responsible to entertain me the whole night. So, I am accepting applications as of now for any eligible bachelors whom would like to bring in 2011 with me. I have a couple people, ok 3 people, in mind and I'm hoping that one of them will step up to the plate. A good time will be had by all...you don't want to miss out on this opportunity. Deadline for applications if you are outside of the state of NV is: 12.27.2010. Deadline for applications within the state of NV is: 12.24.2010 at midnight on both dates. If you have any questions please contact: Andi Empey via Facebook or by leaving a comment on her blog. :)
I am on the precipice of falling asleep whilst sitting at the computer. Must go to bed, now.
Love, Andi
Friday, December 3, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
These are a few of my favorite things
It's 10pm on Wednesday December 1, 2010. I have just turned off the TV and am sitting, alone, in silence.
Usually I would be looking for something to watch on my itunes or on netflix.com but I'm using this time to reflect on the past week of my life.
One week ago today I was so excited because it was going to be a half day at work, followed by a work luncheon at TGI Fridays and then an empty house for 4 days!!
I was able to go to work and lunch with my friends/co-workers and then I came home and let my dog out to go potty and then I went and saw the movie 'Love and other drugs'. Soo good! I'm now a huge Jake Gylenhall fan. While I was at the movie Holly (my boss' wife) called and invited me over to their house for Thanksgiving if my family was out of town. Initially I didn't want to impose on anyone and I was planning on being totally content with being alone on Thanksgiving but when she text me later that night with the invitation I couldn't say no. I graciously accepted the offer and inquired as to what I would be able to bring. Which the answer to that inquiry was: salad. It didn't matter what kind...it could be green, potato, pasta whatever my little heart desired. So, I went to the store. I went and bought copious amounts of potatoes, eggs, cool whip, jello mix, marshmallows, and cottage cheese. When I got home I spent hours making a potato salad and what my family likes to call 'Whip Salad'. I fell asleep after everything was semi-done.
Thursday, Thanksgiving, arrived and I got up and showered and put the finishing touches on the potato and 'whip' salads and got in my car. I spent a fabulous Thanksgiving dinner with my friends, The Steeds, whom are also my employers. I'm so thankful that they love me and I love them. We ate turkey, mashed potatoes, whip salad, potato salad, corn, rolls etc... I told them that my folks were in Utah and that my Grandma Wanda wasn't doing well. Cory, Dr. Steed, said the prayer before dinner and he graciously pleaded with our Heavenly Father that if it were my Grandma's time that she would be able to go peacefully. Tears formed in my eyes as he asked for the spirit to be with my family in this difficult time. He didn't have to do that and it really touched me. I'm thankful for prayer. That night I spent the evening alone and watching movies and enjoying the quiet house.
Friday morning I was woken up by my telephone ringing. I knew it wasn't my alarm because it was too early for the alarm and I saw it was my Mom calling me. Instinctively, I knew that my Grandma Wanda had died. I answered the phone and my Mom apologized for calling so early but she wanted to let me know that Grandma died sometime early this morning. Immediately I went to the computer to find a flight to Salt Lake City to be with my family. Whilst I was trying to book a flight I had an emotional breakdown. I cried, and cried, and cried. After pulling myself together I paid the extremely high ticket price for a flight leaving at 1:53pm November 26, 2010. I had approximately 10 minutes to get dressed, pack a bag, feed the animals, clean litter box, ask neighbors to watch animals, and put everything in my car. Only because of a miracle was I able to get all of that done and get myself to the airport and not miss my flight. Phew!
I spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with my immediate family in Provo. We stayed pretty close to the hotel because it had snowed and none of us wanted to drive in it. It was nice to be able to just hang without running around. One cool thing that happened was on Friday night when I was hanging in my hotel room I was flipping through the television channels and 'Anne of Avonlea' was on TV. 'Anne of Avonlea' is the second installment of the series 'Anne of Green Gables'. Grandma Wanda introduced me to 'Anne of Green Gables' at her condo when I was 7 or 8 years old and I have loved it ever since. I thought it was somewhat kismet that that specific movie would be on television the day after my Grandma died.
Monday was the viewing/memorial for my Grandma Wanda. I'm sorry but I hate open caskets. I don't like the last visual image I see of someone whom I love dearly to be of them lying still in a box. So, I mingled with family, and shed a few tears. I didn't officially 'lose it' until the memorial began.
The memorial was a forum for any family members who wanted to publicly share memories, or feelings, about Grandma Wanda. One by one family members walked to the microphone to share how they felt about Grandma. I was impressed by how many of her step-children got up and expressed their love for her and how they referred to her as 'Mom'. Many of the grandchildren from both the Empey and Cannon sides stood sharing memories of Grandma. With each experience shared I shed more and more tears. I was very blessed to be able to listen to great stories, and to feel the love we all shared for one fabulous lady. After the stories were told we all ate Eclairs because they remind us (at least on the Empey side) of Grandma. I went to a few of my 'cousins' from the Cannon side and introduced myself and thanked them for the wonderful words they said about Grandma. I have some very attractive 'cousins' which, eh hem, we aren't blood related so please don't think I'm sick or anything! Thank goodness for facebook because I am now 'friends' with a couple of them. :)
Tuesday was the day of the burial in Manti and then we were headed home. I got up early, packed, put my dress on, and skyped some tissues from my hotel room. We made the trip to Manti and arrived to a snowy cemetery. Which side note: I had purchased tights at shopko and they didn't fit. So I had to go with no stockings, just shoes. Anyway...
The cemetery was beautiful and the weather was perfect. Blue sky and not a cloud in the sky. We stood by her burial plot while the pallbearers (all of her sons) carried her casket over. My Grandpa(who is an awesome man) said a few words and then my Dad, her eldest son, dedicated the grave. I cried some more. We then said our goodbyes to Grandpa and our other family and got on the road to Las Vegas.
If I took anything away from this weekend it would be the love that my Grandparents share. I know without a doubt that my Grandpa Emerson loves my Grandma Wanda to the moon and back, for time and all eternity. I know that I want a marriage just like them and I will get it. I know that they have a knowledge and testimony of our Savior, Jesus Christ. I know that my Grandma is in a much better place and can be healthy and busy doing the work of The Lord. I know I will see her again. Families can be together forever.
'There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
Regretfully they tell us Cuckoo, cuckoo
But firmly they compel us Cuckoo, cuckoo
To say goodbye . . .to you
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu
So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye -- Goodbye!
I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
The sun has gone to bed and so must I
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
GOOD BYE! '
-The Sound of Music (one of my Grandma's favorite movies)
Grandma Wanda 'regretfully they tell us to say good bye to you' 'I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye--Goodbye!' I know that it really isn't goodbye it's an 'I'll see you later'. I love you, I'll miss you, and I'll anxiously await the time when I can see you again. I love you!!
Love, Andi
Usually I would be looking for something to watch on my itunes or on netflix.com but I'm using this time to reflect on the past week of my life.
One week ago today I was so excited because it was going to be a half day at work, followed by a work luncheon at TGI Fridays and then an empty house for 4 days!!
I was able to go to work and lunch with my friends/co-workers and then I came home and let my dog out to go potty and then I went and saw the movie 'Love and other drugs'. Soo good! I'm now a huge Jake Gylenhall fan. While I was at the movie Holly (my boss' wife) called and invited me over to their house for Thanksgiving if my family was out of town. Initially I didn't want to impose on anyone and I was planning on being totally content with being alone on Thanksgiving but when she text me later that night with the invitation I couldn't say no. I graciously accepted the offer and inquired as to what I would be able to bring. Which the answer to that inquiry was: salad. It didn't matter what kind...it could be green, potato, pasta whatever my little heart desired. So, I went to the store. I went and bought copious amounts of potatoes, eggs, cool whip, jello mix, marshmallows, and cottage cheese. When I got home I spent hours making a potato salad and what my family likes to call 'Whip Salad'. I fell asleep after everything was semi-done.
Thursday, Thanksgiving, arrived and I got up and showered and put the finishing touches on the potato and 'whip' salads and got in my car. I spent a fabulous Thanksgiving dinner with my friends, The Steeds, whom are also my employers. I'm so thankful that they love me and I love them. We ate turkey, mashed potatoes, whip salad, potato salad, corn, rolls etc... I told them that my folks were in Utah and that my Grandma Wanda wasn't doing well. Cory, Dr. Steed, said the prayer before dinner and he graciously pleaded with our Heavenly Father that if it were my Grandma's time that she would be able to go peacefully. Tears formed in my eyes as he asked for the spirit to be with my family in this difficult time. He didn't have to do that and it really touched me. I'm thankful for prayer. That night I spent the evening alone and watching movies and enjoying the quiet house.
Friday morning I was woken up by my telephone ringing. I knew it wasn't my alarm because it was too early for the alarm and I saw it was my Mom calling me. Instinctively, I knew that my Grandma Wanda had died. I answered the phone and my Mom apologized for calling so early but she wanted to let me know that Grandma died sometime early this morning. Immediately I went to the computer to find a flight to Salt Lake City to be with my family. Whilst I was trying to book a flight I had an emotional breakdown. I cried, and cried, and cried. After pulling myself together I paid the extremely high ticket price for a flight leaving at 1:53pm November 26, 2010. I had approximately 10 minutes to get dressed, pack a bag, feed the animals, clean litter box, ask neighbors to watch animals, and put everything in my car. Only because of a miracle was I able to get all of that done and get myself to the airport and not miss my flight. Phew!
I spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with my immediate family in Provo. We stayed pretty close to the hotel because it had snowed and none of us wanted to drive in it. It was nice to be able to just hang without running around. One cool thing that happened was on Friday night when I was hanging in my hotel room I was flipping through the television channels and 'Anne of Avonlea' was on TV. 'Anne of Avonlea' is the second installment of the series 'Anne of Green Gables'. Grandma Wanda introduced me to 'Anne of Green Gables' at her condo when I was 7 or 8 years old and I have loved it ever since. I thought it was somewhat kismet that that specific movie would be on television the day after my Grandma died.
Monday was the viewing/memorial for my Grandma Wanda. I'm sorry but I hate open caskets. I don't like the last visual image I see of someone whom I love dearly to be of them lying still in a box. So, I mingled with family, and shed a few tears. I didn't officially 'lose it' until the memorial began.
The memorial was a forum for any family members who wanted to publicly share memories, or feelings, about Grandma Wanda. One by one family members walked to the microphone to share how they felt about Grandma. I was impressed by how many of her step-children got up and expressed their love for her and how they referred to her as 'Mom'. Many of the grandchildren from both the Empey and Cannon sides stood sharing memories of Grandma. With each experience shared I shed more and more tears. I was very blessed to be able to listen to great stories, and to feel the love we all shared for one fabulous lady. After the stories were told we all ate Eclairs because they remind us (at least on the Empey side) of Grandma. I went to a few of my 'cousins' from the Cannon side and introduced myself and thanked them for the wonderful words they said about Grandma. I have some very attractive 'cousins' which, eh hem, we aren't blood related so please don't think I'm sick or anything! Thank goodness for facebook because I am now 'friends' with a couple of them. :)
Tuesday was the day of the burial in Manti and then we were headed home. I got up early, packed, put my dress on, and skyped some tissues from my hotel room. We made the trip to Manti and arrived to a snowy cemetery. Which side note: I had purchased tights at shopko and they didn't fit. So I had to go with no stockings, just shoes. Anyway...
The cemetery was beautiful and the weather was perfect. Blue sky and not a cloud in the sky. We stood by her burial plot while the pallbearers (all of her sons) carried her casket over. My Grandpa(who is an awesome man) said a few words and then my Dad, her eldest son, dedicated the grave. I cried some more. We then said our goodbyes to Grandpa and our other family and got on the road to Las Vegas.
If I took anything away from this weekend it would be the love that my Grandparents share. I know without a doubt that my Grandpa Emerson loves my Grandma Wanda to the moon and back, for time and all eternity. I know that I want a marriage just like them and I will get it. I know that they have a knowledge and testimony of our Savior, Jesus Christ. I know that my Grandma is in a much better place and can be healthy and busy doing the work of The Lord. I know I will see her again. Families can be together forever.
'There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping out to say "cuckoo"
Regretfully they tell us Cuckoo, cuckoo
But firmly they compel us Cuckoo, cuckoo
To say goodbye . . .to you
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu
So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye -- Goodbye!
I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
The sun has gone to bed and so must I
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
GOOD BYE! '
-The Sound of Music (one of my Grandma's favorite movies)
Grandma Wanda 'regretfully they tell us to say good bye to you' 'I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye--Goodbye!' I know that it really isn't goodbye it's an 'I'll see you later'. I love you, I'll miss you, and I'll anxiously await the time when I can see you again. I love you!!
Love, Andi
Saturday, November 6, 2010
These are my confessions....
I have a confession...
When I was leaving Provo, on Friday, to drive to SLC I chose to take State Street to Lehi and get on the freeway in Lehi. Thus doing so I avoided the insane freeway traffic. Anyway, as I'm driving Northbound on State Street it hit me that this was the same way I would drive when I'd go get Mr. Darcy.
Instantaneously, a wave of emotion struck me and I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to drive past his house, park my car, and march up to the front doors and demand to speak to him. Don't worry, I did not do that.
I did, however, turn off of State street in Lindon and did a quick drive by. It was eerie to me that I remembered exactly where he lived without even having to think twice about it. While I drove past his house I was tempted to flip it off or curse obscenities out the passenger window but I just smiled, and waved goodbye to my past. It was quite therapeutic for me and I feel at peace. It's only taken how long for me to really feel at peace...5 and a half months? Good heavens Andi!! :) Phew, I feel better that my confession is out there for all to read. Love you all!!
Love, Andi
When I was leaving Provo, on Friday, to drive to SLC I chose to take State Street to Lehi and get on the freeway in Lehi. Thus doing so I avoided the insane freeway traffic. Anyway, as I'm driving Northbound on State Street it hit me that this was the same way I would drive when I'd go get Mr. Darcy.
Instantaneously, a wave of emotion struck me and I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to drive past his house, park my car, and march up to the front doors and demand to speak to him. Don't worry, I did not do that.
I did, however, turn off of State street in Lindon and did a quick drive by. It was eerie to me that I remembered exactly where he lived without even having to think twice about it. While I drove past his house I was tempted to flip it off or curse obscenities out the passenger window but I just smiled, and waved goodbye to my past. It was quite therapeutic for me and I feel at peace. It's only taken how long for me to really feel at peace...5 and a half months? Good heavens Andi!! :) Phew, I feel better that my confession is out there for all to read. Love you all!!
Love, Andi
October
I am not sure why it has taken me over 1 month to write to you...could it be that nothing has been happening in my life? No, that's not it. Maybe an over abundance of things in my life? No, that's not it either. Hmmm...I think I have just been lazy.
I think that's exactly it...I'm lazy with writing to you. In fact I just 'googled' the term lazy and it produced some definitions which I would like to share with you.
1. averse or disinclined to work, activity, or exertion; indolent.
2. Causing idleness or indolence
3. Slow-moving; sluggish
The crazy part is that I work like a crazy person at Insight Eye Care(www.drsteed.com) and even have days like just recently when I feel like I have run a marathon whilst being at work. I just want what I write to be entertaining, yet real, and sometimes I think I just don't have the energy to put into making it great. Anyway...I'm sorry I have been slacking with writing to you but I promise I will be better.
October was a fantastic month and lots of really fun and exciting things happened. I will recap just a few things.
1. My Mom and I like going to a place in Boulder City,NV called Goatfeathers (www.goatfeathers.us) where we go Antiquing. Let me rephrase this...my Mom goes Antiquing and I accompany her. This one Saturday as I was digging through a box of post cards I came across of Thanksgiving postcard and I flipped it over (because I like to read the inscriptions) and the first thing I noticed was the date. The date the post card was written was October 23,1923. The cool thing was that I happened to find this post card on October 23, 2010. I was reading/holding something that had been written the exact same day but 87 years earlier! Here is what is said...
'Dear Cousins: Just a line to let you know I am well and will write a letter soon as ever. Your Cousin.'
It was signed with a name but I can not make it out to save my life. This postcard was addressed to:
Miss Mary Taylor
3233 Vernon Ave
Chicago, IL
I am in love with this postcard and it made my day!
2. I traveled to Salt Lake City,UT for my cousin Angie's annual Halloween party. I drove up on Thursday evening and stayed in Provo,UT with my Brother and his family. I got to spend time with my niece Maddie and enjoyed every single minute with her. I drove up to SLC that Friday after my very talented sister did my hair for my costume and had the MAC counter at Nordstrom's do my make-up. I arrived in SLC around 5:30 because traffic was so bad and had Angie put me to work. She and her roommate Jen had decorated for days before and so all I really did was heat the baby quiches in the oven. I should've been more help. Angie was a referee, I was a bitch (bee/witch), and Jen was Deron Williams of the Utah Jazz. We all looked soo great!! The party was amazing! Angie's brother, Rob, and his boyfriend, Tosh, came to the party as Mario and Luigi. They looked so good! The party turned in to a huge neighborhood party because all of Angie and Jen's neighbors were having there parties the exact same night. So we all just opened up the front doors and we all kind of came and went as we pleased. I met some of the nicest gay men that evening and am so thankful that I was there.
The day after I met my family at Gardner Village to look around and have lunch at their restaurant. I love the food at their restaurant it is soo good. Kelli and I both got the California Croissant sandwich and it was to die for! After lunch we went and visited my Grandma Wanda. Grandma Wanda is my Dad's Mom and she is very ill. In October of 2009 we had driven to Utah numerous times because she was very sick, refusing to eat/drink, and we were told to come say goodbye. Those were some of the hardest trips I have ever made. One of the trips up there in 2009 we were at the assisted living facility and we all took turns going in to say goodbye. I remember holding her fragile hand and telling her how sorry I was for not visiting more, and how I will forever remember watching Anne of Green Gables and eating chocolate chip cookies with her at her condo. She told me she wanted me to be happy and to find someone who will be good to me. I told her I loved her and said goodbye.
A few weeks later she rallied and became healthier and stronger much to all of our surprise. I digress...she rallied for a little while but she has Alzheimer's and so her memory is failing her and a few weeks ago she fell. So, we are back to her not wanting to eat/drink and occasionally she doesn't even remember who my Grandpa is and wonders who this strange man is in bed with her. It breaks my heart. So we went and saw her and she is a great little actress because she seemed to remember who we all were and asked about our lives and told us we looked happy etc. Grandpa says that there is really no way she remembered who we are. It was good to see her though. I love my Grandma Wanda.
Saturday night Angie, Jen, and I went to a haunted house out in West Valley City and had a fun time screaming like little girls. After the haunted house we went to the trusty 7-11 and purchased steamy cups of hot chocolate and drove back to their house. At that point Angie and I put our costumes back on and headed out to round 2 of parties. It was such a fun night!!
Sunday I said goodbye to my friends and drove to Provo to spend a little more time with the Provo crew and then Mom,Dad, and I drove back to Henderson. It was a super good weekend.
Well, I think those few things are the only note-worthy events from October. I really will be better about writing in November. My goal will be to write once a day and to get better about putting pictures with my posts. Thank you for being my friend, my blog-follower, and my all around support team. You are the greatest!! Sweet dreams!
Love, Andi
I think that's exactly it...I'm lazy with writing to you. In fact I just 'googled' the term lazy and it produced some definitions which I would like to share with you.
1. averse or disinclined to work, activity, or exertion; indolent.
2. Causing idleness or indolence
3. Slow-moving; sluggish
The crazy part is that I work like a crazy person at Insight Eye Care(www.drsteed.com) and even have days like just recently when I feel like I have run a marathon whilst being at work. I just want what I write to be entertaining, yet real, and sometimes I think I just don't have the energy to put into making it great. Anyway...I'm sorry I have been slacking with writing to you but I promise I will be better.
October was a fantastic month and lots of really fun and exciting things happened. I will recap just a few things.
1. My Mom and I like going to a place in Boulder City,NV called Goatfeathers (www.goatfeathers.us) where we go Antiquing. Let me rephrase this...my Mom goes Antiquing and I accompany her. This one Saturday as I was digging through a box of post cards I came across of Thanksgiving postcard and I flipped it over (because I like to read the inscriptions) and the first thing I noticed was the date. The date the post card was written was October 23,1923. The cool thing was that I happened to find this post card on October 23, 2010. I was reading/holding something that had been written the exact same day but 87 years earlier! Here is what is said...
'Dear Cousins: Just a line to let you know I am well and will write a letter soon as ever. Your Cousin.'
It was signed with a name but I can not make it out to save my life. This postcard was addressed to:
Miss Mary Taylor
3233 Vernon Ave
Chicago, IL
I am in love with this postcard and it made my day!
2. I traveled to Salt Lake City,UT for my cousin Angie's annual Halloween party. I drove up on Thursday evening and stayed in Provo,UT with my Brother and his family. I got to spend time with my niece Maddie and enjoyed every single minute with her. I drove up to SLC that Friday after my very talented sister did my hair for my costume and had the MAC counter at Nordstrom's do my make-up. I arrived in SLC around 5:30 because traffic was so bad and had Angie put me to work. She and her roommate Jen had decorated for days before and so all I really did was heat the baby quiches in the oven. I should've been more help. Angie was a referee, I was a bitch (bee/witch), and Jen was Deron Williams of the Utah Jazz. We all looked soo great!! The party was amazing! Angie's brother, Rob, and his boyfriend, Tosh, came to the party as Mario and Luigi. They looked so good! The party turned in to a huge neighborhood party because all of Angie and Jen's neighbors were having there parties the exact same night. So we all just opened up the front doors and we all kind of came and went as we pleased. I met some of the nicest gay men that evening and am so thankful that I was there.
The day after I met my family at Gardner Village to look around and have lunch at their restaurant. I love the food at their restaurant it is soo good. Kelli and I both got the California Croissant sandwich and it was to die for! After lunch we went and visited my Grandma Wanda. Grandma Wanda is my Dad's Mom and she is very ill. In October of 2009 we had driven to Utah numerous times because she was very sick, refusing to eat/drink, and we were told to come say goodbye. Those were some of the hardest trips I have ever made. One of the trips up there in 2009 we were at the assisted living facility and we all took turns going in to say goodbye. I remember holding her fragile hand and telling her how sorry I was for not visiting more, and how I will forever remember watching Anne of Green Gables and eating chocolate chip cookies with her at her condo. She told me she wanted me to be happy and to find someone who will be good to me. I told her I loved her and said goodbye.
A few weeks later she rallied and became healthier and stronger much to all of our surprise. I digress...she rallied for a little while but she has Alzheimer's and so her memory is failing her and a few weeks ago she fell. So, we are back to her not wanting to eat/drink and occasionally she doesn't even remember who my Grandpa is and wonders who this strange man is in bed with her. It breaks my heart. So we went and saw her and she is a great little actress because she seemed to remember who we all were and asked about our lives and told us we looked happy etc. Grandpa says that there is really no way she remembered who we are. It was good to see her though. I love my Grandma Wanda.
Saturday night Angie, Jen, and I went to a haunted house out in West Valley City and had a fun time screaming like little girls. After the haunted house we went to the trusty 7-11 and purchased steamy cups of hot chocolate and drove back to their house. At that point Angie and I put our costumes back on and headed out to round 2 of parties. It was such a fun night!!
Sunday I said goodbye to my friends and drove to Provo to spend a little more time with the Provo crew and then Mom,Dad, and I drove back to Henderson. It was a super good weekend.
Well, I think those few things are the only note-worthy events from October. I really will be better about writing in November. My goal will be to write once a day and to get better about putting pictures with my posts. Thank you for being my friend, my blog-follower, and my all around support team. You are the greatest!! Sweet dreams!
Love, Andi
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Lost in thought
I was doing the dishes this afternoon and as I washed each plate with delicacy I found myself looking out the window and thinking of you. I wondered what you were doing in that exact same instant. I also wondered if you were thinking of me.
I know you're wondering if the "YOU" I'm talking about is, in fact, YOU...and YOU may never know. I will say with much pleasure that the "YOU" is most definitely not about Mr. Darcy. We can all breathe a collective sigh of relief because I'm 92% sure that that chapter is C-L-O-S-E-D.
Anyway...this afternoon I went and saw the movie 'The Social Network' about the founder(s) of Facebook. I really, really enjoyed the movie and as I was getting out of my seat to leave the theatre I instinctively reached for my phone to check my Facebook. I thought that was kind of funny/ironic.
I'm wondering if you've ever 'friend-requested' someone and then forgotten that you had 'friend-requested' them? I have done that. You may remember me talking about this new guy I had started talking to about 2 months ago. Well, he and I had been emailing and I thought that we should be friends on Facebook, so I requested him. A number of weeks later I received a notice via email (that's how obsessed I am) that this person, whom will remain nameless, had accepted my friend request. I had read this notice at a stop light (while I was stopped by the way!) and said out loud "who is that???" It wasn't until I got home and looked at his picture that I remembered who it was and thought "oh, I didn't think he was going to accept..hmmm".
I finished reading the Nicholas Sparks novel 'Safe Haven' and just quickly want to tell you that you need to
1.) Go buy the book ASAP and
2.) Read it as quickly as you can so that we can talk about it. :)
I would almost say that this is THE best novel he has ever written. Now, go, and do! :)
Oh, yeah, you might want to know that I've started talking to someone new....
He and I met on ldsplanet.com (of course) and he lives in Phoenix, AZ. His name is Brad, he is 30 yrs old, a divorcee', and has a daughter. He's texted a few times and I'm getting a very good vibe so far. So good that I believe that I might be going to Phoenix, AZ this coming weekend. I mean, how perfect is that? I get to go to AZ (which, I love!) and I get to meet him and hang with my G-MA. Sounds like an absolutely great weekend. :) I'll keep you updated when things happen.
Have a great night!!
Love, Andi
I know you're wondering if the "YOU" I'm talking about is, in fact, YOU...and YOU may never know. I will say with much pleasure that the "YOU" is most definitely not about Mr. Darcy. We can all breathe a collective sigh of relief because I'm 92% sure that that chapter is C-L-O-S-E-D.
Anyway...this afternoon I went and saw the movie 'The Social Network' about the founder(s) of Facebook. I really, really enjoyed the movie and as I was getting out of my seat to leave the theatre I instinctively reached for my phone to check my Facebook. I thought that was kind of funny/ironic.
I'm wondering if you've ever 'friend-requested' someone and then forgotten that you had 'friend-requested' them? I have done that. You may remember me talking about this new guy I had started talking to about 2 months ago. Well, he and I had been emailing and I thought that we should be friends on Facebook, so I requested him. A number of weeks later I received a notice via email (that's how obsessed I am) that this person, whom will remain nameless, had accepted my friend request. I had read this notice at a stop light (while I was stopped by the way!) and said out loud "who is that???" It wasn't until I got home and looked at his picture that I remembered who it was and thought "oh, I didn't think he was going to accept..hmmm".
I finished reading the Nicholas Sparks novel 'Safe Haven' and just quickly want to tell you that you need to
1.) Go buy the book ASAP and
2.) Read it as quickly as you can so that we can talk about it. :)
I would almost say that this is THE best novel he has ever written. Now, go, and do! :)
Oh, yeah, you might want to know that I've started talking to someone new....
He and I met on ldsplanet.com (of course) and he lives in Phoenix, AZ. His name is Brad, he is 30 yrs old, a divorcee', and has a daughter. He's texted a few times and I'm getting a very good vibe so far. So good that I believe that I might be going to Phoenix, AZ this coming weekend. I mean, how perfect is that? I get to go to AZ (which, I love!) and I get to meet him and hang with my G-MA. Sounds like an absolutely great weekend. :) I'll keep you updated when things happen.
Have a great night!!
Love, Andi
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sleepless Night
Lately I have been on this kick of watching 'Sleepless in Seattle' in the mornings whilst I get ready for work. I usually start it mid-movie when Annie(Meg Ryan) is in her car driving to meet Walter's(Bill Pullman)family down in the Washington D.C area. If you haven't seen the movie Annie and Walter are engaged to be married and they are driving to visit his family for Christmas. When is a pre-destined moment Annie happens to be listening to the Dr. Marsha Fieldstone show on Network America and hears Sam Baldwin(Tom Hanks) and Jonah Baldwin(real name unknown) discussing how Sam needs a new wife and how he is 'Sleepless in Seattle'.
Not a very good synopsis of the movie but you get the point. Anyway, I love this movie! I could recite it for you right here, right now, if I didn't think it would be super boring to read lines from a movie I'm quite sure a majority of you have seen at least once.
There is a line in the movie that I think is totally applicable to my life and it is given by Rosie O' Donnell's character, whose character name, even now, fails me. Rosie tells Annie (Meg Ryan) that she (Annie) doesn't want to be in love she wants to be in love in a movie!! That pretty much sums me up. I don't want to be in love, I want to be in love in a movie. Because somehow even amidst all of the trial and tribulation the characters seem to go through there is always resolution, and ultimately love. Now, I just need to find a great leading man...a Jim Halpert if you will. :)
Tonight after work I went and had some dinner at The Grind here in town. It is a burger bar that is located down by the airport and the Las Vegas strip. My friend Tyler works there so I went and ate and caught up with things going on in his life and then headed to my movie. I went to see M. Night Shyamalan's new thriller movie 'Devil'. Now, I will admit that I normally don't see scary movies but after spending about an hour reading the reviews and learning it is more of a thriller than an actual scary movie I decided I needed to see it. So, I did. It was a really great movie with great acting mixed with some thrills that it kept you guessing. Well, at least, it kept me guessing. I enjoyed the underlying theme to the movie which(in my opinion) is good always prevails over evil. Even if that is not what Mr. Shyamalan meant for it to be I walked away with that in my head.
I'm blessed to know that their is a God and that things happen for a reason. That we were sent here for a purpose and didn't just randomly show up one day. I know that my Redeemer, Jesus Christ, lives and that he loves us and he wants us to succeed. Good will ALWAYS prevail we just need to remember that at all times, and in all things, and in all places.
I apologize for the sporadic nature of this note...have a great night! Talk to ya tomorrow.
Love, Andi
Not a very good synopsis of the movie but you get the point. Anyway, I love this movie! I could recite it for you right here, right now, if I didn't think it would be super boring to read lines from a movie I'm quite sure a majority of you have seen at least once.
There is a line in the movie that I think is totally applicable to my life and it is given by Rosie O' Donnell's character, whose character name, even now, fails me. Rosie tells Annie (Meg Ryan) that she (Annie) doesn't want to be in love she wants to be in love in a movie!! That pretty much sums me up. I don't want to be in love, I want to be in love in a movie. Because somehow even amidst all of the trial and tribulation the characters seem to go through there is always resolution, and ultimately love. Now, I just need to find a great leading man...a Jim Halpert if you will. :)
Tonight after work I went and had some dinner at The Grind here in town. It is a burger bar that is located down by the airport and the Las Vegas strip. My friend Tyler works there so I went and ate and caught up with things going on in his life and then headed to my movie. I went to see M. Night Shyamalan's new thriller movie 'Devil'. Now, I will admit that I normally don't see scary movies but after spending about an hour reading the reviews and learning it is more of a thriller than an actual scary movie I decided I needed to see it. So, I did. It was a really great movie with great acting mixed with some thrills that it kept you guessing. Well, at least, it kept me guessing. I enjoyed the underlying theme to the movie which(in my opinion) is good always prevails over evil. Even if that is not what Mr. Shyamalan meant for it to be I walked away with that in my head.
I'm blessed to know that their is a God and that things happen for a reason. That we were sent here for a purpose and didn't just randomly show up one day. I know that my Redeemer, Jesus Christ, lives and that he loves us and he wants us to succeed. Good will ALWAYS prevail we just need to remember that at all times, and in all things, and in all places.
I apologize for the sporadic nature of this note...have a great night! Talk to ya tomorrow.
Love, Andi
Friday, September 24, 2010
To: Mr. Darcy
Last night I dreamt I was on a date with you and we were at Los Hermanos, in Provo, off of Center Street. The dream probably took place there because that is where we had our first date...do you remember our first date? Playing the Twilight game on your iPhone as we ate chips and salsa, waiting for our food? In the dream I had left the table and came back to you sitting with that girl you chose to 'date exclusively'. The odd thing was the girl that I saw you sitting with was not 'that girl' it was some other girl from here in Henderson whom I don't care for either...it was odd. I told her to 'get up and walk away' and she said 'NO', very emphatically, I might add. I looked at you and you didn't say, or do, anything. You just looked down at your plate of food. Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you have the balls to tell her to get up and leave or why didn't you have the balls to tell me you were seeing her before we even went out again??? I'm sure the dream stems from my sadness and the anger I have towards you. I don't understand why when we were talking via text all day everyday you couldn't have mentioned that there was someone else. Why did you not just leave me be? You knew that I was developing feelings for you...you had to have known! That night we went and saw Robin Hood and you held my hand was one of the BEST nights I've ever had! I straight up drove back to my brother's house on a cloud and squealed with delight as I talked to my best friend Angie in the early hours of the morning about how excited I was that you had held my hand, and how I was able to hold yours. You shouldn't have held my hand because you knew that it would mean so much to me...but you only care(d) about yourself.
As of last night, September 22, 2010, it's been four months since I last saw you. 4 months since the last time I heard you laugh, or hugged you in front of your house. I think about you alot. At times, like tonight, I'm angry and want to scream at you and tell you what a jerk you are and how I hope that girl crushed your heart and made you cry...just like you made me cry. However, there are other times when I miss you and long for the text messages, phone calls, and trips to Provo to see you. I dream about you alot if I think about you too much. I've tried to numb the pain by talking to new guys but nobody is clicking with me the way you seemed to. The sad truth is 'I can't make you love me if you don't. You can't make your heart feel...something it won't. Here in the dark, in these final hours, I will lay down my heart, and I'll feel the power, but you won't. No, you won't.' I'm trying to let you go as I'm sure you you've let me go. You probably let me go 4 months ago, and my name probably doesn't even cross your mind. I'll admit that your face is fading from my memory...probably my mind and heart working together to let you go. I'm not sure I would even recognize you in passing on the street. It's been getting easier and easier to not dwell, but there are still times when I do. I mean this whole blog/letter is just for you. I miss you, I miss my friend, I miss my Mr. Darcy.
Love, Andi
As of last night, September 22, 2010, it's been four months since I last saw you. 4 months since the last time I heard you laugh, or hugged you in front of your house. I think about you alot. At times, like tonight, I'm angry and want to scream at you and tell you what a jerk you are and how I hope that girl crushed your heart and made you cry...just like you made me cry. However, there are other times when I miss you and long for the text messages, phone calls, and trips to Provo to see you. I dream about you alot if I think about you too much. I've tried to numb the pain by talking to new guys but nobody is clicking with me the way you seemed to. The sad truth is 'I can't make you love me if you don't. You can't make your heart feel...something it won't. Here in the dark, in these final hours, I will lay down my heart, and I'll feel the power, but you won't. No, you won't.' I'm trying to let you go as I'm sure you you've let me go. You probably let me go 4 months ago, and my name probably doesn't even cross your mind. I'll admit that your face is fading from my memory...probably my mind and heart working together to let you go. I'm not sure I would even recognize you in passing on the street. It's been getting easier and easier to not dwell, but there are still times when I do. I mean this whole blog/letter is just for you. I miss you, I miss my friend, I miss my Mr. Darcy.
Love, Andi
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