It all ends here.
Worst words I've ever read.
Worst words I've ever heard.
I don't want it to end here. I don't. Harry Potter is a major part of my life. It's part of who I am. The part of me that becomes obsessed over magic and action-packed fairy tales. The part that actually believes in love and friendship. The good side of me.
Harry Potter has done a lot for me over the years. It's helped me discover who I am and what's important to me. It's helped me make friends. It's helped me love reading and acting as much as I do. It's helped keep me sane. It might seem stupid to some people, but it's true. And quite honestly, I don't care if people think I'm crazy. Harry Potter kept me happy through the years and that's all I care about.
Harry Potter helped me make friends. If it wasn't for Harry Potter, I wouldn't be as close as I am to Alex. Although we met in drama class, we got closer because we both liked Harry Potter. We would both hang out and do things related to Harry Potter when we were younger, like plan a party that was all about Harry Potter. It was great. If it wasn't for Harry Potter, we never would've made The Fudgey Wonders Academy, which I still have in my flash drive. It was amazing, and funny, and just plain stupid, but we had a lot of fun writing it. If it wasn't for these amazing series, I wouldn't have Chelsea as a friend either. It was all because of it that I even started talking to her. She had a Harry Potter bag and I complimented it. That's how it all started. So Harry Potter has helped me come out of my shell enough to help me make friends that also enjoyed the books and movies. It might seem stupid, and small, and like the series didn't help at all, but it did. I'm such a shy person that it makes me literally sick to talk to strangers. That's why it was such a big deal to me to have Harry Potter in my life; because it helped me be myself and make friends.
Harry Potter was also important when it came to my relationships. If it wasn't for the movies, I wouldn't have gone on my first date with Steven. We went to watch Half-Blood Prince when it first came out together, and it was magical. It was our first date ever, and although I don't really remember much of it, I remember I was wearing my Hermione shirt from the fourth movie and we were waiting in line outside the Syracuse 6. I don't think our first date would've been as epic if we had gone to watch a different movie. I think after we watched it we stayed out a little late just sitting outside and talking about anything and everything. I guess you could say Harry Potter sealed the deal for us.
I also wouldn't be seeing one of my best buddies this weekend if it wasn't for the movies. Truth is, if it wasn't for the movie coming out, I probably wouldn't see him again. It's important for us because we haven't seen each other in years, and I think we're both looking for some sort of closure. It'll also be awesome to go watch the movie with him because I know we will do the mischief managed thing if he's there. I guess he's the daredevil that will really help us stand up and do it.
If it wasn't for the books, I wouldn't love reading as much as I do now. I always enjoyed reading, but after finding the Harry Potter books, I became obsessed with it. It taught me to really love books and how easy it was to transport ourselves to a different, magical world by reading, something that would otherwise be out of our reach. The movies helped me realize how much I love to act. I've been told through the years that I'm a pretty good actress, and although I don't really believe it, I didn't notice how much I enjoyed doing it until I started watching the movies. It made me want to act more, maybe just to be a little closer to the cast, but nonetheless, it helped me. If it wasn't for the movies, I never would've wanted to do anything related to theater.
Harry Potter also helped keep me sane in my times of need. When I was lonely during lunch at the Junior High, Order of the Phoenix kept me company. I normally would've just gone off to a corner and felt sorry for myself, but instead, I sat down and read. I felt like I wasn't alone, but most importantly, I didn't feel like I was that big of a loser for not having friends. It was weird, but I felt a little better knowing I had something to do rather than just sitting there looking around. Granted, the book was my least favorite, but it helped me not break down crying every day when I got home. It was something small, but it was important to me, and I'm glad I had Harry Potter to turn to when I had no one else to turn to.
Harry Potter has done a lot for me over the years, and although I knew this day would come, I didn't want it to. I didn't want it to end... ever. It's going to feel like a part of me is never going to come back, even though I know it will always be in my heart. It will never be the same, I guess. I just don't want that to change. I want to look forward to new movies, books, calendars, or whatever, every year for the rest of my life. I know it's not going to happen though. Why must all good things come to an end?
I guess Harry Potter wouldn't be nearly as great if it just kept going. Sometimes we just have to say good bye for something to live on forever and still be amazing. The books and movies will live on forever, enchanting generation after generation, and captivating older ones over and over again. It all may end here, but it will never actually be gone, for the adventures of Harry, Ron, and Hermione will always live on in our hearts and souls.
Mischief Managed.
Love,
Andrea~!
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Predictions
Since it's taken me about five tries to post anything, I'm just gonna go with I guess what I wanted to write about wasn't meant to be written.
Guess it's just one of those things that wasn't really all that important.
Or perhaps it was so important that it wasn't meant to be read by others.
Who knows? Who cares?
Love,
Andrea~!
Guess it's just one of those things that wasn't really all that important.
Or perhaps it was so important that it wasn't meant to be read by others.
Who knows? Who cares?
Love,
Andrea~!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Airport
Never going to the airport.
Ever.
Again.
Not by myself anyway.
I don't want to get into it too much because I want to write about other things, but this is a recap of what happened yesterday.
I dropped off Steven at work. I drove to the airport. I got stranded.
I forgot to get money from Steven to I could get out of the garage. I figured I would just meet up with my mum and borrow some money and just pay her back when I went to pick up Steven. Wrong. I went to the wrong terminal. My instincts told me to go to the second terminal after I didn't see my family show up, but since my mum is a weirdo and likes to get lost, I figured they were late. I was wrong. I waited and waited and nobody showed up. So instead of listening to my gut and going to the second terminal, I stayed in the first one. FOR NINE HOURS. With no money and no way to call my family. I had a dollar with me, so I used that to call. After five hours at the airport, I tried using my card to call. They couldn't charge it, but they told me I could call collect. So I did. Unfortunately, I had the terminals all mixed up. I told my dad to tell my mum I was at the second terminal when I was really at the second one. So I stayed at the first terminal while my mum looked for me at the first one. Neither of us thought about finding each other by going to the next terminal. It was dumb.
Eventually this old man that looked like Einstein helped me, and I found a way to communicate with my mum. She finally just came to the first terminal and found me. I felt like an idiot because even Einstein told me I was at the second terminal, so I got even more confused by his reassurance. I didn't actually figure out I was at the first terminal until I saw this little map a few minutes before my mum came to the right terminal. I hate going to airports by myself. I'm never going it again.
I felt bad though. Steven did a not so awesome job at work just so he could come find me. When he finally did I could tell he had been crying and he gave me a super big hug. He thought it was stupid that I had been worried about him getting him this whole time rather than worrying about myself. But I knew I was okay, so I couldn't worry about me. I felt bad that I made so many people cry and freak out over me though. I didn't even mean to do it!!! It was just a misunderstanding. But oh well, everything is okay now.
Actually, that's all I feel like talking about now. I was gonna have this deep post about being yourself but I really forgot where I was going with it. I guess I'll just have to write it some other time.
I haven't seen my grandma yet, but I want to. I dunno where she is though. Guess I'll figure it out later.
Oh, and my bestie Mel-Mel is back on Facebook. I'm happy because now I can talk to her all the time!!! Hooray!!! Gaia really wasn't working out. It was too slow and we were never on at the same time. But Facebook works because now if we're on we can just use the chat and stuff!!!
Yeah, I'm excited.
New day, new things to do.
Wish Steven wasn't at work.
Love,
Andrea~!
Ever.
Again.
Not by myself anyway.
I don't want to get into it too much because I want to write about other things, but this is a recap of what happened yesterday.
I dropped off Steven at work. I drove to the airport. I got stranded.
I forgot to get money from Steven to I could get out of the garage. I figured I would just meet up with my mum and borrow some money and just pay her back when I went to pick up Steven. Wrong. I went to the wrong terminal. My instincts told me to go to the second terminal after I didn't see my family show up, but since my mum is a weirdo and likes to get lost, I figured they were late. I was wrong. I waited and waited and nobody showed up. So instead of listening to my gut and going to the second terminal, I stayed in the first one. FOR NINE HOURS. With no money and no way to call my family. I had a dollar with me, so I used that to call. After five hours at the airport, I tried using my card to call. They couldn't charge it, but they told me I could call collect. So I did. Unfortunately, I had the terminals all mixed up. I told my dad to tell my mum I was at the second terminal when I was really at the second one. So I stayed at the first terminal while my mum looked for me at the first one. Neither of us thought about finding each other by going to the next terminal. It was dumb.
Eventually this old man that looked like Einstein helped me, and I found a way to communicate with my mum. She finally just came to the first terminal and found me. I felt like an idiot because even Einstein told me I was at the second terminal, so I got even more confused by his reassurance. I didn't actually figure out I was at the first terminal until I saw this little map a few minutes before my mum came to the right terminal. I hate going to airports by myself. I'm never going it again.
I felt bad though. Steven did a not so awesome job at work just so he could come find me. When he finally did I could tell he had been crying and he gave me a super big hug. He thought it was stupid that I had been worried about him getting him this whole time rather than worrying about myself. But I knew I was okay, so I couldn't worry about me. I felt bad that I made so many people cry and freak out over me though. I didn't even mean to do it!!! It was just a misunderstanding. But oh well, everything is okay now.
Actually, that's all I feel like talking about now. I was gonna have this deep post about being yourself but I really forgot where I was going with it. I guess I'll just have to write it some other time.
I haven't seen my grandma yet, but I want to. I dunno where she is though. Guess I'll figure it out later.
Oh, and my bestie Mel-Mel is back on Facebook. I'm happy because now I can talk to her all the time!!! Hooray!!! Gaia really wasn't working out. It was too slow and we were never on at the same time. But Facebook works because now if we're on we can just use the chat and stuff!!!
Yeah, I'm excited.
New day, new things to do.
Wish Steven wasn't at work.
Love,
Andrea~!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Nightmares
I often wonder why I have dreams like the ones I do. Especially the repetitive ones. They happen at least twice a year, and they seem so real, I just expect them to happen.
It happened last night again.
The nightmares.
I don't even know why they are such weird dreams.
I'll start off with what I think is the first one.
I don't remember much of it to be honest. All I know is that I was going to get murdered. Again. I dunno why but it's always about death. I'm not sure if I was gonna get killed from the beginning, but I knew someone was going to die. I was right. It this guy, girl, and me. I know the guy looked like this Argentinian actor, except a little bit more hardcore, but I have no idea who the girl was. She had straight brown hair with bangs and bright blue eyes.
It was as if we were in a book, or movie, or something. I'm not entirely sure. But I remember being at this cabin place in like the city or something, but I'm guessing we were close to some body of water because that cabin was a place to change into your swimsuit. All I remember is talking to some people outside the cabin as if I was giving a report. I guess nobody got killed so I figured it was the end of the book. I know the boy and girl went inside the cabin, but I wasn't sure why. Next thing I know, I see an image flash before my eyes. It's the boy and the girl. The boy kinda smirks, but it wasn't a nice type of smile. It was a charming and creepy. I knew someone had gotten killed then. I dunno if I screamed it out loud or just inside my head, but I pretty much screamed NO and ran into the cabin. The boy was gone and the girl was bent over a ledge with a dagger stuck in her throat.
At that point I knew the boy was gonna come after me. Why wouldn't he? He knew I knew he killed her. This is either where the dream changes or continues, I'm not entirely sure. The thing is, in the next part of the dream, I'm being followed by someone who wants to kill me.
The setting is different. It's in this big castle that I imagine it's Hogwarts. Not sure why, but I'm guessing it is since that's what Hogwarts looks like whenever I dream about being in it. Either way, I'm in it. I'm running around. I have the Secrets of My Hollywood Life book in my arms, and all I know is that it's the Family Affairs one and that I have to read it. I already read the book irl, so I dunno why I was re-reading it when I'm trying to read the Broadway Lights one. Either way, I'm running. From what, or who, I dunno. But I'm running with the book in my hands and I KNOW it's because the book is dangerous. I know there's something in the book that will teach me how to do something that will either make me able to protect myself or kill me. I can only guess it was some sort of power or something. As I'm running around the castle, I see Alex running too. At this point, I KNEW I couldn't talk to her. Why? I have no idea. But I ended up running away from Alex. I was trying to hard for her to not see me because I didn't want her to talk to me. Something just told me if I talked to Alex she would be in danger. So I just kept running away from her.
At this point, I get to this area of the castle and see a "professor." This professor asks me something, and I remember asking her if I could ask her a question without asking her. I guess she was a psychic or something. Either way, I ask her about the book. It was a question inside my head, but she heard it. I think she told me to come with her, but as she was saying that, this blow-up cat bouncy house thing starts meowing. That's when I realized that it was cursed. The book I mean. I couldn't ask any questions or they would torture cats. It was to make sure I wouldn't ask anyone or mention it to anyone. I guess that's what I was running away from Alex. If I hadn't known, and I had talked to her about it, she could've gotten hurt, along with a cat.
That's when I see it. It's this lady who is a vampire. She's older. I'm guessing she's in her forties, but I couldn't be sure. She's like a puppet master. All I know is that at this point I'm wondering why everyone needs me to do something. Like, they need my powers or whatever it is that I possessed in the dream to do their bidding. I guess she wanted to go to her at this point. She motioned for me to go over to her, but I didn't want to. I didn't like or trust her. But as the puppet master, there's not much I could've done. She just started playing with her strings, and before I knew it, they were wrapped around me. She pulled me towards her but once I was close enough she kept me attached to her strings. She gave me another book I was supposed to read. This book looked a little bit like the one Steven has been reading. I'm not entirely sure though. But she grabbed my left hand and her eyes went from normal to bright red. And not just her iris, it was her whole eyes. They were bloody and they looked totally gross. At this point, she bites my hand. It was small, and I guess she didn't take a lot of blood, but I guess it hurt.
The only thing I could think of was that I didn't want to read that book because I wanted to finish the one I was already reading. Dumb, I know, but I just didn't want to start reading another book. I can't remember exactly what happened after that. All I know is that I might have talked to Alex and that right after that the puppet master did the same thing she did before. At that point I knew she wouldn't leave me alone until I read the book. I also knew she would never leave me alone though. I was getting annoyed, but I figured I would just play it cool and do whatever she wanted me to do until I found a way to break free from her strings. She never talked to me by the way, so that made it even harder to know what she wanted. Anyway, for some reason, Professor Snape flashed in my mind that kinda projected into the dream as standing behind this lady. As she grabbed my left hand again and her eyes started to turn red, I stopped her. Her eyes turned back to normal and I asked her if she could put a spell on my hand so it wouldn't hurt too much when she bit it.
It was weird, but that was the end of my dream. After that it was just something about my cat falling off the deck and running around outside, with me following close behind to make sure I could catch him. It's funny. I thought I would've woken up after those first two dreams, but what woke me up was being worried about my cat getting hurt. I guess my kitty cat is far more important than me getting killed. I had another dream after that one, but it was just about having a certain amount of time to cook. I made some cupcakes or something and Paula Deen was judging them. I guess they needed more butter.
Guess that's it. I don't really have anything else to talk about. Hooray.
Love,
Andrea~!
It happened last night again.
The nightmares.
I don't even know why they are such weird dreams.
I'll start off with what I think is the first one.
I don't remember much of it to be honest. All I know is that I was going to get murdered. Again. I dunno why but it's always about death. I'm not sure if I was gonna get killed from the beginning, but I knew someone was going to die. I was right. It this guy, girl, and me. I know the guy looked like this Argentinian actor, except a little bit more hardcore, but I have no idea who the girl was. She had straight brown hair with bangs and bright blue eyes.
It was as if we were in a book, or movie, or something. I'm not entirely sure. But I remember being at this cabin place in like the city or something, but I'm guessing we were close to some body of water because that cabin was a place to change into your swimsuit. All I remember is talking to some people outside the cabin as if I was giving a report. I guess nobody got killed so I figured it was the end of the book. I know the boy and girl went inside the cabin, but I wasn't sure why. Next thing I know, I see an image flash before my eyes. It's the boy and the girl. The boy kinda smirks, but it wasn't a nice type of smile. It was a charming and creepy. I knew someone had gotten killed then. I dunno if I screamed it out loud or just inside my head, but I pretty much screamed NO and ran into the cabin. The boy was gone and the girl was bent over a ledge with a dagger stuck in her throat.
At that point I knew the boy was gonna come after me. Why wouldn't he? He knew I knew he killed her. This is either where the dream changes or continues, I'm not entirely sure. The thing is, in the next part of the dream, I'm being followed by someone who wants to kill me.
The setting is different. It's in this big castle that I imagine it's Hogwarts. Not sure why, but I'm guessing it is since that's what Hogwarts looks like whenever I dream about being in it. Either way, I'm in it. I'm running around. I have the Secrets of My Hollywood Life book in my arms, and all I know is that it's the Family Affairs one and that I have to read it. I already read the book irl, so I dunno why I was re-reading it when I'm trying to read the Broadway Lights one. Either way, I'm running. From what, or who, I dunno. But I'm running with the book in my hands and I KNOW it's because the book is dangerous. I know there's something in the book that will teach me how to do something that will either make me able to protect myself or kill me. I can only guess it was some sort of power or something. As I'm running around the castle, I see Alex running too. At this point, I KNEW I couldn't talk to her. Why? I have no idea. But I ended up running away from Alex. I was trying to hard for her to not see me because I didn't want her to talk to me. Something just told me if I talked to Alex she would be in danger. So I just kept running away from her.
At this point, I get to this area of the castle and see a "professor." This professor asks me something, and I remember asking her if I could ask her a question without asking her. I guess she was a psychic or something. Either way, I ask her about the book. It was a question inside my head, but she heard it. I think she told me to come with her, but as she was saying that, this blow-up cat bouncy house thing starts meowing. That's when I realized that it was cursed. The book I mean. I couldn't ask any questions or they would torture cats. It was to make sure I wouldn't ask anyone or mention it to anyone. I guess that's what I was running away from Alex. If I hadn't known, and I had talked to her about it, she could've gotten hurt, along with a cat.
That's when I see it. It's this lady who is a vampire. She's older. I'm guessing she's in her forties, but I couldn't be sure. She's like a puppet master. All I know is that at this point I'm wondering why everyone needs me to do something. Like, they need my powers or whatever it is that I possessed in the dream to do their bidding. I guess she wanted to go to her at this point. She motioned for me to go over to her, but I didn't want to. I didn't like or trust her. But as the puppet master, there's not much I could've done. She just started playing with her strings, and before I knew it, they were wrapped around me. She pulled me towards her but once I was close enough she kept me attached to her strings. She gave me another book I was supposed to read. This book looked a little bit like the one Steven has been reading. I'm not entirely sure though. But she grabbed my left hand and her eyes went from normal to bright red. And not just her iris, it was her whole eyes. They were bloody and they looked totally gross. At this point, she bites my hand. It was small, and I guess she didn't take a lot of blood, but I guess it hurt.
The only thing I could think of was that I didn't want to read that book because I wanted to finish the one I was already reading. Dumb, I know, but I just didn't want to start reading another book. I can't remember exactly what happened after that. All I know is that I might have talked to Alex and that right after that the puppet master did the same thing she did before. At that point I knew she wouldn't leave me alone until I read the book. I also knew she would never leave me alone though. I was getting annoyed, but I figured I would just play it cool and do whatever she wanted me to do until I found a way to break free from her strings. She never talked to me by the way, so that made it even harder to know what she wanted. Anyway, for some reason, Professor Snape flashed in my mind that kinda projected into the dream as standing behind this lady. As she grabbed my left hand again and her eyes started to turn red, I stopped her. Her eyes turned back to normal and I asked her if she could put a spell on my hand so it wouldn't hurt too much when she bit it.
It was weird, but that was the end of my dream. After that it was just something about my cat falling off the deck and running around outside, with me following close behind to make sure I could catch him. It's funny. I thought I would've woken up after those first two dreams, but what woke me up was being worried about my cat getting hurt. I guess my kitty cat is far more important than me getting killed. I had another dream after that one, but it was just about having a certain amount of time to cook. I made some cupcakes or something and Paula Deen was judging them. I guess they needed more butter.
Guess that's it. I don't really have anything else to talk about. Hooray.
Love,
Andrea~!
Monday, July 4, 2011
Sadness
I guess it's my fault for being naive.
I didn't know they hunted Mallards.
Now I'm worried about our duckling.
I knew it was for the best, but I never wanted to let him/her go. I knew it would be illegal to keep him/her, so I knew we had to find a suitable home for him/her.
I didn't know they hunted them.
Now I'm worried.
What if they set him/her free once it's older and it migrates or something and he/she gets killed? What if our duckling falls pray to humans tricks? They wouldn't do that, would they? They wouldn't set him/her free somewhere where it could get hurt, would they? No, they wouldn't. Or would they?
I dunno. I've cried a lot over it today when I found out. I'm worried. I want my duckling to live a happy and long life. I don't want it to get killed by some disgusting hunter. I know it's just the way things go, but I don't want it to happen to MY duck.
I just don't even want to think about it. I'll just hope that the rehabilitation center doesn't set them free somewhere where they could get hurt. I guess I just have to hope for the best, since I won't ever know what will happen to my duckling.
Happy fourth of July Ducky. I hope you'll be okay.
Love,
Andrea~!
I didn't know they hunted Mallards.
Now I'm worried about our duckling.
I knew it was for the best, but I never wanted to let him/her go. I knew it would be illegal to keep him/her, so I knew we had to find a suitable home for him/her.
I didn't know they hunted them.
Now I'm worried.
What if they set him/her free once it's older and it migrates or something and he/she gets killed? What if our duckling falls pray to humans tricks? They wouldn't do that, would they? They wouldn't set him/her free somewhere where it could get hurt, would they? No, they wouldn't. Or would they?
I dunno. I've cried a lot over it today when I found out. I'm worried. I want my duckling to live a happy and long life. I don't want it to get killed by some disgusting hunter. I know it's just the way things go, but I don't want it to happen to MY duck.
I just don't even want to think about it. I'll just hope that the rehabilitation center doesn't set them free somewhere where they could get hurt. I guess I just have to hope for the best, since I won't ever know what will happen to my duckling.
Happy fourth of July Ducky. I hope you'll be okay.
Love,
Andrea~!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Letting Go
So we gave up our duckling today.
It was sad.
We cried yesterday but not today.
I got to kiss his/her little head good-bye.
Okay, now I'm gonna cry.
It's sad. Really sad. I loved that duckling. Unfortunately, it's illegal to keep Mallards. We couldn't have gotten a license to raise them, mostly because we have no money at the moment, but also because we wouldn't be able to raise them right. It was one of the hardest things I've had to do so far. Letting go is never easy, but sometimes, it's for the best. We knew we couldn't raise that duckling without other ducklings, and we knew we couldn't torture ourselves every day by having the heater on in the room to keep him/her warm. As much as we love that little duck, it was time for it to find a new home.
And he/she did. We took him to this bird rehabilitation center up in Ogden. Wouldn't you know it, it was the same place where we adopted our Stevey-kins. It's no longer an animal shelter, but we're happy to know it still serves as a place to help animals. The lady was really nice, and she let me give him a little kiss on his/her little head before she took him/her. I thought I might cry right then and there, but I kept it together. It's hard though.
The room isn't the same without him/her. No peeping, no noises of the little thing walking around the bed, or trying to get out of the box. Oh god I'm gonna cry again. The worse part is that all the birds we hear sound JUST like him/her. It's like they taunt us. It's kinda nice now that it's night time though. No birds making noise now. I hope tomorrow will be better. Less sad and depressing. The good thing is that we can now spend all the time with our cat.
Stevey was feeling kinda sad because we wouldn't let him in the room. Now that the little duckling is gone, we can let him come back in here. He did come into room for a little while after we got back from the rehabilitation center, but he was kinda scared. I guess he just doesn't like change. He hasn't really come back into the room since then though. I guess it's all right, he'll come downstairs eventually.
I miss my ducky.
I'll always miss him.
I think the hardest thing is that we will never know what happens to him/her. We will never even know if it was a boy or a girl. I guess that's the price we had to pay to make sure it was all right. Sad though. The only thing we can do know is hope for the best and that it will live a long and happy life. Who knows, maybe one day we might find him/her at the Layton Park. I hope so, because that's where we like to go watch the duckies and swans. Sigh.
Life is tough.
Love,
Andrea~!
It was sad.
We cried yesterday but not today.
I got to kiss his/her little head good-bye.
Okay, now I'm gonna cry.
It's sad. Really sad. I loved that duckling. Unfortunately, it's illegal to keep Mallards. We couldn't have gotten a license to raise them, mostly because we have no money at the moment, but also because we wouldn't be able to raise them right. It was one of the hardest things I've had to do so far. Letting go is never easy, but sometimes, it's for the best. We knew we couldn't raise that duckling without other ducklings, and we knew we couldn't torture ourselves every day by having the heater on in the room to keep him/her warm. As much as we love that little duck, it was time for it to find a new home.
And he/she did. We took him to this bird rehabilitation center up in Ogden. Wouldn't you know it, it was the same place where we adopted our Stevey-kins. It's no longer an animal shelter, but we're happy to know it still serves as a place to help animals. The lady was really nice, and she let me give him a little kiss on his/her little head before she took him/her. I thought I might cry right then and there, but I kept it together. It's hard though.
The room isn't the same without him/her. No peeping, no noises of the little thing walking around the bed, or trying to get out of the box. Oh god I'm gonna cry again. The worse part is that all the birds we hear sound JUST like him/her. It's like they taunt us. It's kinda nice now that it's night time though. No birds making noise now. I hope tomorrow will be better. Less sad and depressing. The good thing is that we can now spend all the time with our cat.
Stevey was feeling kinda sad because we wouldn't let him in the room. Now that the little duckling is gone, we can let him come back in here. He did come into room for a little while after we got back from the rehabilitation center, but he was kinda scared. I guess he just doesn't like change. He hasn't really come back into the room since then though. I guess it's all right, he'll come downstairs eventually.
I miss my ducky.
I'll always miss him.
I think the hardest thing is that we will never know what happens to him/her. We will never even know if it was a boy or a girl. I guess that's the price we had to pay to make sure it was all right. Sad though. The only thing we can do know is hope for the best and that it will live a long and happy life. Who knows, maybe one day we might find him/her at the Layton Park. I hope so, because that's where we like to go watch the duckies and swans. Sigh.
Life is tough.
Love,
Andrea~!
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Duckling
Yesterday was a very eventful day for us.
We rescued a baby duck.
It was hilarious.
Yesterday afternoon:
So we were watching a mama duck jump over the curb with her ducklings. The mama waited for her ducklings, but when the last one didn't make it over the curb, she left. We were watching them, and we were wondering where the duckling went, because it just disappeared from sight. Turns out, the poor baby had fallen in a storm drain.
Cold and scared, the little duckling kept cheeping for his mum as we tried to come up with a way to pull him out without moving the drain. The drain was way too heavy to move it, so we decided to grab a chain and put it through a beanie Steven had. The contraption was my idea, and I felt pretty freaking proud of coming up with it, but it didn't work too well. The duckling kept swimming away from our invention, so it was impossible to pull him up. We were out there for about an hour.
At this point, my mum gets home. My mum, my aunt Gaby, and my aunt Toti get out of the car and ask us what we're doing. We tell them about the duck and we try to figure out what to do. Then, one of them, not sure which one, has the brilliant idea of getting the fire department. Now, let me tell you, I have so much respect for firefighters. They are true heroes, they're kind, and they're always willing to help, unlike the police. The police sucks. I hate them. ANYWAY, here's what happened next.
After a few minutes, my mum and aunts get back. We thought, you know, that the firefighters will come over with like, a small truck or car or something, but boy were we wrong. They brought the little ambulance like vehicle with them. Steven, Alex, Adriana, and I laughed. The firefighters came over and asked us about what was going on since my mum wasn't very clear. We told them it was a duck, and they called it "Code H." They were laughing so hard. But they were extremely nice about it. So about a minute after that, here comes the big firetruck. Oh my god we wanted to die. IT WAS HILARIOUS. The look on our faces must've been priceless. WE HAD A BUNCH OF FIREFIGHTERS WITH ALL THEIR EQUIPMENT FOR A FREAKING DUCKLING!!! We were thinking that we were the coolest people alive.
So the firefighters opened the drain and got the little duckling out. We cheered and then followed the firefighters to try and find the mama duck. They left and we thanked them for being the best people I've ever met. Unfortunately, we couldn't find her. After a while, and with the whole neighborhood watching, the firefighters handed us the duckling. We told them we would keep it and try to find its mum. We kept him/her outside chirping for a while, but no mama duck. So we decided we would keep him/her for a while. At least until we could find him/her a good home.
We figured out it's a Mallard duckling, and unfortunately, it's illegal to keep them as pets. We weren't thinking of keeping it forever, just until it was old enough to take care of himself/herself, but we were worried that we wouldn't know how to raise it properly. Now, the little duckling has imprinted on Steven. He/she follows him around everywhere and just plain loves him. It's sad, because Steven's totally in love with him/her. It's his baby. We really don't want to give him/her up, but we want what's best for him/her, and what's best for him/her is being raised with other ducklings and then set free when it's ready.
Thankfully, Lexi is amazing and knows someone who can take care of him/her. She gave me this lady's number and told me she would raise him/her with other ducklings and then set it free when the time is right. I really don't want to give him/her up, but I know we have to. We're gonna call the lady when Steven gets home from work today and ask her if she can take him in. If she can't for some reason, my sister's friend's aunt has raised ducks, and she might be able to take him/her. Her aunt also knows people that have ducklings at the moment so they might also be able to take him/her.
It's bittersweet for both me and Steven. We both love animals, and we're always looking out for them, but we really love this little duckling. We'll do the right thing in the end, but it's gonna be hard. Right now, the duckling is cradled in my arm, bundled up in Steven's shirt. I guess it tired himself/herself out from all his/her chirping and running around my bed. I haven't left him alone for very long, because he/she freaks out, so I haven't done anything productive today. I only left my room once to go get him/her more food.
So, here's time for my deep inspired thoughts about things.
Maybe.
I dunno.
We'll see.
Here we go.
Firefighters are heroes. They are nice, they never deny the most ridiculous requests for help, and they don't make fun of you when they help you. These guys are the best there is out there. I have SO much respect and admiration for these guys. They always risk their lives for our well-beings, and always help with a smile on their face. I want to do something for them, so I'm going to figure out a way to send them a little thank you present for helping us with the duckling.
To all firefighters out there, thank you for what you do. You guys really make a difference in everybody's lives. We owe a lot to you guys. So thank you, very very much.
Now for animals. No matter how small, they are important. One can't leave an animal in need out on its own to die. If the the animal is injured, you help nurse it back to help or give it to someone that can. If it's a baby and its mama has left them, you try to help it find its way home. If you can't, you find it a new home and take care of it until its old enough to take care of itself. They may not have as many rights as we do, but that doesn't mean they don't deserve to be treated with love and trust. Maybe I'm crazy for thinking the way I do, but I don't care. Kindness should be given out to humans as well as animals. We can make a difference if we just take the time to do it.
Well, that's it.
That was my big adventure yesterday. I'll probably post again tomorrow to explain what happened to the duckling if we give it away. Or if we didn't, I'll update you on how he/she is doing. I'm gonna spend some more time with him/her and give him/her a little bit of food right now.
Love,
Andrea~!
We rescued a baby duck.
It was hilarious.
Yesterday afternoon:
So we were watching a mama duck jump over the curb with her ducklings. The mama waited for her ducklings, but when the last one didn't make it over the curb, she left. We were watching them, and we were wondering where the duckling went, because it just disappeared from sight. Turns out, the poor baby had fallen in a storm drain.
Cold and scared, the little duckling kept cheeping for his mum as we tried to come up with a way to pull him out without moving the drain. The drain was way too heavy to move it, so we decided to grab a chain and put it through a beanie Steven had. The contraption was my idea, and I felt pretty freaking proud of coming up with it, but it didn't work too well. The duckling kept swimming away from our invention, so it was impossible to pull him up. We were out there for about an hour.
At this point, my mum gets home. My mum, my aunt Gaby, and my aunt Toti get out of the car and ask us what we're doing. We tell them about the duck and we try to figure out what to do. Then, one of them, not sure which one, has the brilliant idea of getting the fire department. Now, let me tell you, I have so much respect for firefighters. They are true heroes, they're kind, and they're always willing to help, unlike the police. The police sucks. I hate them. ANYWAY, here's what happened next.
After a few minutes, my mum and aunts get back. We thought, you know, that the firefighters will come over with like, a small truck or car or something, but boy were we wrong. They brought the little ambulance like vehicle with them. Steven, Alex, Adriana, and I laughed. The firefighters came over and asked us about what was going on since my mum wasn't very clear. We told them it was a duck, and they called it "Code H." They were laughing so hard. But they were extremely nice about it. So about a minute after that, here comes the big firetruck. Oh my god we wanted to die. IT WAS HILARIOUS. The look on our faces must've been priceless. WE HAD A BUNCH OF FIREFIGHTERS WITH ALL THEIR EQUIPMENT FOR A FREAKING DUCKLING!!! We were thinking that we were the coolest people alive.
So the firefighters opened the drain and got the little duckling out. We cheered and then followed the firefighters to try and find the mama duck. They left and we thanked them for being the best people I've ever met. Unfortunately, we couldn't find her. After a while, and with the whole neighborhood watching, the firefighters handed us the duckling. We told them we would keep it and try to find its mum. We kept him/her outside chirping for a while, but no mama duck. So we decided we would keep him/her for a while. At least until we could find him/her a good home.
We figured out it's a Mallard duckling, and unfortunately, it's illegal to keep them as pets. We weren't thinking of keeping it forever, just until it was old enough to take care of himself/herself, but we were worried that we wouldn't know how to raise it properly. Now, the little duckling has imprinted on Steven. He/she follows him around everywhere and just plain loves him. It's sad, because Steven's totally in love with him/her. It's his baby. We really don't want to give him/her up, but we want what's best for him/her, and what's best for him/her is being raised with other ducklings and then set free when it's ready.
Thankfully, Lexi is amazing and knows someone who can take care of him/her. She gave me this lady's number and told me she would raise him/her with other ducklings and then set it free when the time is right. I really don't want to give him/her up, but I know we have to. We're gonna call the lady when Steven gets home from work today and ask her if she can take him in. If she can't for some reason, my sister's friend's aunt has raised ducks, and she might be able to take him/her. Her aunt also knows people that have ducklings at the moment so they might also be able to take him/her.
It's bittersweet for both me and Steven. We both love animals, and we're always looking out for them, but we really love this little duckling. We'll do the right thing in the end, but it's gonna be hard. Right now, the duckling is cradled in my arm, bundled up in Steven's shirt. I guess it tired himself/herself out from all his/her chirping and running around my bed. I haven't left him alone for very long, because he/she freaks out, so I haven't done anything productive today. I only left my room once to go get him/her more food.
So, here's time for my deep inspired thoughts about things.
Maybe.
I dunno.
We'll see.
Here we go.
Firefighters are heroes. They are nice, they never deny the most ridiculous requests for help, and they don't make fun of you when they help you. These guys are the best there is out there. I have SO much respect and admiration for these guys. They always risk their lives for our well-beings, and always help with a smile on their face. I want to do something for them, so I'm going to figure out a way to send them a little thank you present for helping us with the duckling.
To all firefighters out there, thank you for what you do. You guys really make a difference in everybody's lives. We owe a lot to you guys. So thank you, very very much.
Now for animals. No matter how small, they are important. One can't leave an animal in need out on its own to die. If the the animal is injured, you help nurse it back to help or give it to someone that can. If it's a baby and its mama has left them, you try to help it find its way home. If you can't, you find it a new home and take care of it until its old enough to take care of itself. They may not have as many rights as we do, but that doesn't mean they don't deserve to be treated with love and trust. Maybe I'm crazy for thinking the way I do, but I don't care. Kindness should be given out to humans as well as animals. We can make a difference if we just take the time to do it.
Well, that's it.
That was my big adventure yesterday. I'll probably post again tomorrow to explain what happened to the duckling if we give it away. Or if we didn't, I'll update you on how he/she is doing. I'm gonna spend some more time with him/her and give him/her a little bit of food right now.
Love,
Andrea~!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Sleeplessness
Well, it's happening again.
The sleeplessness.
It usually isn't this bad unless someone I know is dying. I guess it's my "gift." But I know this is something completely different.
Every since I've been a little girl I've had trouble sleeping. From what my mum tells me, I've been having trouble since I was a toddler. She told me my dad would have to put me in my stroller and sing for hours while walking back and forth down the hallway for me to be able to fall asleep. Oh, and I had to be holding this gigantic beach ball while he did that. I thought it was weird at the time, but I didn't give it much thought until recently.
Fast forward a few years.
I remember having panic attacks each and every night because I couldn't sleep. I would cry for about four hours every night to beg my mum to stay with me while I fell asleep. My nanny had to be there too, and the teli had to be on the whole night. I remember these nights as horrible childhood memories. I figured I was just scared of the dark or something, or scared of being alone since I used to see weird things everywhere, but it wasn't until recently that I figured out it was because I was terrified of waking up at night. Not because it would be "dark and scary," but rather, because I hated knowing I would take forever to fall asleep just to wake up an hour later and have to do it all over again.
A few more years later.
I'm still having trouble sleeping. It sucks. It takes me two hours to fall asleep, at the very least, and then I wake up every hour or so. Three if I'm lucky. But then it takes about two hours to fall asleep again. All I want is one good night of sleep a week and I'll be happy.
As if this hasn't been bad enough, I now can't breathe at night. I dunno why I can't breathe. This is also something I've been dealing with while sleeping at night. I think it's Utah. It's too dry here. I have trouble in the winter as well as the summer. However, when I was in California, I slept a lot more soundly. Hell, it was easy just to fall asleep!!! And I didn't wake up throughout the night. I think it was because I didn't have any annoying people to deal with as well as being able to breathe. The temperature was just perfect. I dunno if this would have anything to do with it, but if I remember correctly, I didn't have this much trouble breathing in Peru.
Whatever the reason, here I am, after waking up three times since I fell asleep, which was around midnight, unable to sleep. I wasn't breathing properly and I was one pillow short. I tried sleeping on my stomach so I could breathe easier, but nothing helped. My nose kept being annoying. I sat up a bit, tried lying on my side, but no luck. I just couldn't breathe through both nostrils. So what did I do? I got up of course. No point in trying to sleep when I'm being annoyed at not being able to breathe. So I just went upstairs and got some cold pear thingies to satisfy hunger as well as my tooth pain. My dog and my cat followed me, of course, and they've both stayed up since. I have no idea what they're doing, but they're being quiet, so I don't really care. It was cute though, Mamita, what I call my female cat, was begging me for some pears. She didn't take any of course. She just wanted to know what it was. She's adorable. I think she likes me more now because I feed her little bits of turkey and chicken. She loves that stuff.
What to do now? I can't sleep, I'm tired as hell because I barely got sleep tonight as well as last night, my wisdom teeth are being a pain, and my head is killing me. I want to take more Ibuprofen, but I don't want to over do it. Guess I'll just deal with it until around the time Steven leaves for work. I'll probably try to get some sleep at around that time. Only three more hours to go!!!
I like being married. I do. As much as I complain about being married to someone who still acts like a kid, I love my husband. I haven't really complained much about him lately. I think it's because he's finally working so we don't see each other all the time. I think this is key to a healthy relationship. Not seeing each other all the time and making sure you don't fight over the small stuff is important on having a healthy marriage. I think the key to it is wanting to be with each other every single moment of the rest of your life, but not actually doing it. It's also great support and comfort to know that there's always gonna be someone there for you. We've had our ups and downs this year, but I think we'll just come out stronger in the end. What can I say? I love my hubby. He's the best thing that ever happened to me after getting my kitty cat.
Well, I guess that's all that's in my mind right now. I might come back and edit this later. Or I might not. I might just wait to write until tomorrow. I think I'm gonna try to get some more sleep. My eyes are burning at this point.
Love,
Andrea~!
The sleeplessness.
It usually isn't this bad unless someone I know is dying. I guess it's my "gift." But I know this is something completely different.
Every since I've been a little girl I've had trouble sleeping. From what my mum tells me, I've been having trouble since I was a toddler. She told me my dad would have to put me in my stroller and sing for hours while walking back and forth down the hallway for me to be able to fall asleep. Oh, and I had to be holding this gigantic beach ball while he did that. I thought it was weird at the time, but I didn't give it much thought until recently.
Fast forward a few years.
I remember having panic attacks each and every night because I couldn't sleep. I would cry for about four hours every night to beg my mum to stay with me while I fell asleep. My nanny had to be there too, and the teli had to be on the whole night. I remember these nights as horrible childhood memories. I figured I was just scared of the dark or something, or scared of being alone since I used to see weird things everywhere, but it wasn't until recently that I figured out it was because I was terrified of waking up at night. Not because it would be "dark and scary," but rather, because I hated knowing I would take forever to fall asleep just to wake up an hour later and have to do it all over again.
A few more years later.
I'm still having trouble sleeping. It sucks. It takes me two hours to fall asleep, at the very least, and then I wake up every hour or so. Three if I'm lucky. But then it takes about two hours to fall asleep again. All I want is one good night of sleep a week and I'll be happy.
As if this hasn't been bad enough, I now can't breathe at night. I dunno why I can't breathe. This is also something I've been dealing with while sleeping at night. I think it's Utah. It's too dry here. I have trouble in the winter as well as the summer. However, when I was in California, I slept a lot more soundly. Hell, it was easy just to fall asleep!!! And I didn't wake up throughout the night. I think it was because I didn't have any annoying people to deal with as well as being able to breathe. The temperature was just perfect. I dunno if this would have anything to do with it, but if I remember correctly, I didn't have this much trouble breathing in Peru.
Whatever the reason, here I am, after waking up three times since I fell asleep, which was around midnight, unable to sleep. I wasn't breathing properly and I was one pillow short. I tried sleeping on my stomach so I could breathe easier, but nothing helped. My nose kept being annoying. I sat up a bit, tried lying on my side, but no luck. I just couldn't breathe through both nostrils. So what did I do? I got up of course. No point in trying to sleep when I'm being annoyed at not being able to breathe. So I just went upstairs and got some cold pear thingies to satisfy hunger as well as my tooth pain. My dog and my cat followed me, of course, and they've both stayed up since. I have no idea what they're doing, but they're being quiet, so I don't really care. It was cute though, Mamita, what I call my female cat, was begging me for some pears. She didn't take any of course. She just wanted to know what it was. She's adorable. I think she likes me more now because I feed her little bits of turkey and chicken. She loves that stuff.
What to do now? I can't sleep, I'm tired as hell because I barely got sleep tonight as well as last night, my wisdom teeth are being a pain, and my head is killing me. I want to take more Ibuprofen, but I don't want to over do it. Guess I'll just deal with it until around the time Steven leaves for work. I'll probably try to get some sleep at around that time. Only three more hours to go!!!
I like being married. I do. As much as I complain about being married to someone who still acts like a kid, I love my husband. I haven't really complained much about him lately. I think it's because he's finally working so we don't see each other all the time. I think this is key to a healthy relationship. Not seeing each other all the time and making sure you don't fight over the small stuff is important on having a healthy marriage. I think the key to it is wanting to be with each other every single moment of the rest of your life, but not actually doing it. It's also great support and comfort to know that there's always gonna be someone there for you. We've had our ups and downs this year, but I think we'll just come out stronger in the end. What can I say? I love my hubby. He's the best thing that ever happened to me after getting my kitty cat.
Well, I guess that's all that's in my mind right now. I might come back and edit this later. Or I might not. I might just wait to write until tomorrow. I think I'm gonna try to get some more sleep. My eyes are burning at this point.
Love,
Andrea~!
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