Now that it is officially father's day I want to pay tribute to my dear father. My dad, John Patroklos Andreadakis, or Ionnis as I remember seeing on his books in the attic was born Dec 8th 18 ;-)I mean 1940 on the island of Samos, Greece, or so he tells us. My dad is amazing and I'm pretty convinced he is actually John the Beloved one of Christ's original apostles still roaming the earth and blessing and making everything better where he trods. His father died when he was fairly young leaving him the eldest son. He sacrificed his life to sail around the world a captain on merchant ships to be able to send money to his family. He then ventured to the good ol' USA where he went to school. He was the most sought after bachelor in my mom's Greek orthodox congregation, or so the ladies told me when we went for my Yia yia's funeral. My father is extremely intelligent he speaks languages, navigates by the stars, builds computers, writes, and is a gospel scholar, oh and I can't neglect his passion for politics (now that Hillary's out I'm sure you're sleeping better, haha). All of us kids have managed to grow up to be moral contributing adults or are at least striving to be. My father recognizes and applies the power of prayer and has taught me that by examples and stories. I am grateful that his heart was sensitive to the Holy Ghost and that my mother and him joined the church before I was born, giving me the greatest gift in my life, my relationship with my Saviour and a true knowledge of Him and His gospel. While I was in high school my father translated materials for the church into Greek and still managed to fly my sister and I out there to travel around Greece and spoil us rotten. He's continually sacrificed for me and blessed me his spoiled undeserving daughter. One day in one of my favorite parks in California, where the palm trees rise like sentinels, we were having a family picnic which included of course croquet, my oldest brother asked my dad, "did you ever think that you would be in California with English speaking children?" I like to wonder that too, when my dad was born amidst a war on an island occupied by Italian soldiers, or when he was a refugee in Israel (I stand corrected I thought it was Egypt), or following his grandfather to sing at the monastery, or watering his orange fields faster than Katina's spit dried, when he was traveling the world by sea navigating by the stars, did he ever imagine that this is where he would be today? I LOVE YOU DADDY and I'm glad you are here today!!!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Now that it is officially father's day I want to pay tribute to my dear father. My dad, John Patroklos Andreadakis, or Ionnis as I remember seeing on his books in the attic was born Dec 8th 18 ;-)I mean 1940 on the island of Samos, Greece, or so he tells us. My dad is amazing and I'm pretty convinced he is actually John the Beloved one of Christ's original apostles still roaming the earth and blessing and making everything better where he trods. His father died when he was fairly young leaving him the eldest son. He sacrificed his life to sail around the world a captain on merchant ships to be able to send money to his family. He then ventured to the good ol' USA where he went to school. He was the most sought after bachelor in my mom's Greek orthodox congregation, or so the ladies told me when we went for my Yia yia's funeral. My father is extremely intelligent he speaks languages, navigates by the stars, builds computers, writes, and is a gospel scholar, oh and I can't neglect his passion for politics (now that Hillary's out I'm sure you're sleeping better, haha). All of us kids have managed to grow up to be moral contributing adults or are at least striving to be. My father recognizes and applies the power of prayer and has taught me that by examples and stories. I am grateful that his heart was sensitive to the Holy Ghost and that my mother and him joined the church before I was born, giving me the greatest gift in my life, my relationship with my Saviour and a true knowledge of Him and His gospel. While I was in high school my father translated materials for the church into Greek and still managed to fly my sister and I out there to travel around Greece and spoil us rotten. He's continually sacrificed for me and blessed me his spoiled undeserving daughter. One day in one of my favorite parks in California, where the palm trees rise like sentinels, we were having a family picnic which included of course croquet, my oldest brother asked my dad, "did you ever think that you would be in California with English speaking children?" I like to wonder that too, when my dad was born amidst a war on an island occupied by Italian soldiers, or when he was a refugee in Israel (I stand corrected I thought it was Egypt), or following his grandfather to sing at the monastery, or watering his orange fields faster than Katina's spit dried, when he was traveling the world by sea navigating by the stars, did he ever imagine that this is where he would be today? I LOVE YOU DADDY and I'm glad you are here today!!!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
This is a sight I miss from my mission, had to take a picture.
My new roommates, Denise and Tressa with foreman Richard from CO woot woo
Croquet Fo- Real-Yo
View from Sugarhouse park, which is right across the street from my house isn't it beautiful!!?
The I-70, circa Glenwood Springs, love that place
Idaho Springs, another place I love, someday I want to live between Boulder and Idaho Springs, CO
My UT friends, all 3 of us chikas originate from CO.
Love that place!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Just an update on me, I'm going to school through the summer, working, and playing. I basically feel like I pray, run, sleep, and work. All my roommates moved out, Vanny's getting hitched, Lily went to Harvard for grad school, Megan is doing pharmacy stuff in Ceder City, and Shandi moved to an apartment. So I'm all by my self till June 1st when my new roommates move in, two blond bombshell mountain bikers named Tressa and Denise.
My family and the two newest additions Kylie and Ashton in Citrus Heights.
This is me racing for the cure my 5k time was 25:27, and that was with pushing through all the walkers. I would like to note that I also had my pink nano and my number all the same color as my shorts. I finally renewed my running passion and will also be running the Boulder Boulder on Memorial Day, the Wasatch Back next month, it's a 100 mile relay, the Provo half marathon, and the St. George marathon, yipee!
This the first croquet party I threw at Sugarhouse park. It was done between my roommates bridals, a trip to comcast, a luau, and a bonfire. The next one will entail "top hats and easter dresses".
Monday, March 24, 2008
Post hike after cleaning up, I slid on a dangerous strip of the climb, my friend Samuel saved my life.
Samuel and Taran Esplin, cool picture of our hike.
Elders I served with in Vegas, actually my AP and my ZL, Steve Blanc and Robert Bennett.
Back to the hike.
Lori and I on our way up to Park City area, we found a couple guys and some outdoor hot springs saving that spot in my mind for sure.
So I planned the best road trip ever but you won't see that on this page instead you will see what ocured.
The Manti temple, that is one special place I tell you what!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Well since most of you haven't seem me since before the mish I'll try and update you all. I returned to Colorado Springs on May 16th, 2007, on the plane I shared an Ensign with a big thug who not only referred but borrowed my pen to underline parts of the talk on the power of hymns, I was met at the airport by a van of a group that would come to Temple Square for not so holy purposes, I stood firm with my hands clenched on my Book of Mormon, the title clearly in view, and my name tag showing, with a big smile on my face. Eventually an aged version of my mother with extremely brassy hair showed up. She took me to my best childhood friends house, her father released me. We went grocery shopping my mother introduced me to a friend and before I could say Sister, she said Lizzy, I shed a tear. The summer was interesting, I rode my bike everywhere looking for jobs, initiated a hiking group, and became relief society president. It was really nice to enjoy one last summer in the Springs at home.
I ventured out to Utah to attend school, I found where I belonged for the time being in Salt Lake City, UT. I have a wonderful job and love school and the people I meet everyday. I leave the house at 7 and return circa 7-9 every night. The social life is never-ending, sometimes a good thing, sometimes not.
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