Thursday, November 5, 2009
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Monday, November 2, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
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Thursday, July 2, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
I will be here. At this very spot. In two days. I have never done anything like this by myself and I'm nervous. Anxious. Excited. Thrilled. I have to give a shoutout to people who have supported me and been so excited for me to get here. Kelly Oram, who has wanted me to do this for five years. Ryan, who told me it was now or never (probably) and has wanted me to do this for a whole year. Kristie, Dennise, Emma and Britney for helping take care of my little monkeys. To Bonnie, for being my travel companion. She has every reason to not go on this trip, and she's going anyway. Mom and DAd Thorne for helping me with the initial payment (and for being so excited to see me go.) And my Mom and Dad and sister, Shelly, who remember that huge poster of the Eiffel Tower I use to have hanging on my wall in my bedroom in the 8th grade.
So this post was titled speechless. Seems I did have something to say.
Posted by Andra at 12:05 PM
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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Saturday, May 9, 2009
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Maybe I'm Watching Atoms Order
by David Thacker
In the ultra sound I see five fingers
stretching out. Stretching and back. Expand,
contract. What are they reaching for? Is it
a game babies play-practicing for catch.
Or are they thinking of what it will
feel like to grasp hands and be
ridiculously in love. As those
fingers form, do they look forward to that?
Or maybe I'm watching atoms order.
My physics book tells me that atoms
that make up a baby originated in
stars. Hydrogen, carbon, oxygen-
all atoms waiting and hoping to be
five fingers in the ultra sound-waving
to me. Feeling small and quiet, I wave back.
Take care of yourselves my friends. I love you.
Posted by Andra at 8:22 PM
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Posted by Andra at 11:50 AM
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I am sluffing Relief Society and drowning my sorrows in cheesecake my sister Vicki made me. She makes the best cheesecake ever. It's actually not even called cheesecake. It's cream cheese pie. That just makes it sound even better, right? She makes it for me when I get way busy or stressed at work. So I got home from my show last night and it was sitting on my table. And I'm not sharing.
I am sluffing Relief Society because I'm being non-religious today and pretending I haven't just been called to be the Ward Choir Director. I have now been this three times in my life, with Ward Chorister 5. I now will do both jobs at the same time. I have bitterness. Not because they asked me to serve. I can serve. I serve. It's just that it's the same thing over and over. Lead the music. I love music. My mom taught me to lead when I was 8. It's a gift I am grateful for. But seriously, it's the same thing over and over again. I looked right at the first counselor and told him this was a calling of convenience, not inspiration. And he said, You're right. (insert cheesecake here) I changed the time of choir practice and the location and you'd have thought I shot someone's cat. The ward organist, who I deal with weekly, is also the choir accompanist. He is very special. And I don't mean 'special, we want to be around him all the time.' I mean, special, in the way you are thinking. I had to talk him through the change. I thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown. I was standing in the hallway by the primary room scheduling the chapel for practice. The clerk wished my good luck, I said, "We'll see" right at the first counselor rounded the corner. He said, "Sister Thorne is excited. She just chooses to show it on the inside." I had to run out of the building before I unloaded on this poor man because my first reaction would have produced little pieces of him and me all over the wall. I have issues about this. I know I do. It will probably end up being the best thing that's ever happened to me. But right now, I'm just irritated about the whole thing. I guess it's because a monkey could do my callings. And I love doing music, but not when I feel thrown into it because no one else can be found. I'll keep you posted. Today should be interesting.
Posted by Andra at 10:32 AM
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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Sunday, February 8, 2009
Posted by Andra at 4:09 PM
Three of my favorite people on this planet. We took this in honor of all three of them, at one time or another, being D'ette's. I hear endless discussions of the splits and how they could never get all the way down, blah, blah, blah. They've goe some great arm action going on though.
Posted by Andra at 4:05 PM
Thursday, February 5, 2009
American Airlines Flight 1980 with service to Dallas Fort Worth and on to Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris. Does that not sound like a flight you would hear about on the news crashing nose first into the pacific ocean, killing all on board?
That's my flight number to Paris on June 21st, at 11:45 am.
Posted by Andra at 3:02 PM
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Posted by Andra at 8:19 PM
Monday, January 5, 2009
I really like cupcakes. They make people happy. It's like your own private dessert that you don't have to share, you know? I was having a brief conversation with someone the other day about cupcakes. Actually, I overheard this conversation. This person mentioned that cupcakes have to be an 'outside' treat because they make such a mess in the house. I have been thinking about that all day. I think little kids are suppose to make messes. They are suppose to crumble cupcakes, and spill their milk and wipe their hands on their shirts. They need to jump in puddles and play in the mud and take their straw out of their juice and flick it all over the kitchen. And they absolutely have to pull every book off their bookshelf to find that one book, that one special book they've read five times already today. I have been thinking about whether I let my kids make messes. I'm a 'just wipe it on your shirt,' kind of mom. I mean, serioulsy, it's just clothes. And if the stain doesnt' come out, so what. But I have been thinking if I let my kids make mistakes. Messes, as it were. Am I constantly cleaning up after them, or do I let them clean it up. Or, if it isn't going to kill anyone with E coli or some strange bacterial fungus, do I just let it sit so they know they are more important. This was a huge moment for me. If I dont' let my kids make a mess, how will they ever know that 1)It's okay when we make a mistake and 2) Messes are fairly easy to clean up when you ask for the right kind of help. Cupcakes may be messy. But they make me smile. There is nothing better than watching a little person lick the frosting off the cupcake. And then, of course, wiping their fingers on their shirt.
Posted by Andra at 8:40 PM