Bat Sh** Passionate

Oh, hello again from Anderson Acres!

Living in the country is a dream come true.

No city lights, just stars. 

No noises except the occasional coyote or quail. 

We have free range chicken and guinea eggs, horses to ride for much-needed therapy, delicious well water, and family time outdoors. 

It's NEVER boring. In fact, we can run around like wild heathens, and there's no one to judge us! 

The one thing I miss is the ability to run to the store when I need food, animal supplies, or personal items. Before we moved, I could head on over to Ulta and browse the makeup aisles for hours. Not now. It put a damper on the "glamorous" part, for sure. 

Money isn't exactly abundant---we have a 1950's farmhouse to completely remodel---but, 

I'm NOT complaining.

I just live in a very different reality now. 

That being said, I'm going to share a handful of things I LOVE. I've found online shopping to be a saving grace. Thank the Lord for wifi, cellphones, and the UPS man!

Let's begin! 

Here, I have a selection of items I consider to be staples. 

I am a HUGE lover of all-natural and organic things. My feeling is, if I research and buy products that are good for my body, I'll add many many years to my life, and I can enjoy my babies and grandbabies that much longer. 

So, let's go in order from left to right, shall we? 

(PS: K and the oldest C child use some of these items, too)

1. Bare Minerals Bareskin Liquid Foundation--I've heard that Younique has a product very similar to this, so if you use that, let me know what you think! 

2. Punch Skin Care Organic Brightening Eye Cream--it doesn't make my eye skin puffy, and it fights lines/wrinkles

3. Native Deodorant in Lavender/Rose--paraben free, aluminum free, and really works!

4. Plexus Ease--soothing cream with New Zealand Green Lipped Mussel that literally obliterates pain (great for sore muscles due to workouts)

5. Eva-NYC--a gloss hair serum that takes just a tiny amount. Your hair will literally feel like silk

6. Plexus Body Cream--a great body cream with Spirulina Algae that smoothes and soothes skin. It's amazing on a sunburn, too!

7. They're Real--best mascara EVER. But, if you don't want to spend the $, there are alternatives

8. Thayers Rose Petal Witch Hazel--used as a toner at night. WOW. 

9. Surface Natural Curl Whip Mousse--a natural alternative to regular mousse that has a soft, natural, never crunchy hold

10. Ujjayi Vanilla & Patchouli Goat Milk Soap--a wonderful scent and soft soap bar which is great for bathing and shaving

11. Acure Seriously Firming Facial Serum--an organic serum that does what it says it will do 

Now, this is what we all use to keep the INSIDES of our bodies healthy:

All items above are from Plexus and are ALL NATURAL. We use Boost as a bangin' pre-workout, ProBio5 and Bio Cleanse to heal our guts, assure we are getting the most absorption of nutrients from our foods as possible, and detox, Slim to balance blood sugar and reduce cravings, Omega X for our Omega 3,6,9 needs, X Factor as our fantastic multi-vitamin w/aloe, and Edge for clean, non-jittery energy. 

I promise you won't be like this when you try the above supplements: 

I've been there, done that! 😊

Sooooo, there you have it--from me to you! 

If you have products you swear by, I wanna hear about them! Please! 

And, just when you think I've lost it, remember: 

~Andy 
 
 

 
 

If You Need A Reason, Do It For The Black Leopard Pants....AKA: A Brave Post

I used to make my living working as a personal trainer. Part time. At the local community college.

Okay, so in essence, I did NOT, in fact, make a living as a personal trainer. I worked as one, I loved the job, but it paid a teensy weensy salary. I guess the instructor at the college who hired me as the "on staff trainer" really just wanted me to gain experience and grow as a person from it. Thank you, Mr. O'Neal. It worked. Here's the link to the video I had the pleasure of participating in for AC during the time I worked there:

AMARILLO COLLEGE PERSONAL TRAINING COMMERCIAL

As we have discussed before, my dream has always been to be a police officer. Slowly but surely, I'm realizing that dream. I have also always loved health/wellness/nutrition/sports/etc. I began working out in an actual gym at the age of 15. During high school, I played basketball year round, and it was a VERY serious matter. There was never time for slacking. I also played the violin and have from a young age. I still play when I can. That's another post, though...

I was once married to a man who was (and probably still is) obsessed with weight, having the "perfect body," and anything relating to the two. We owned Arnold Schwarzenegger's Encyclopedia of Bodybuilding, we ate a high proten/low carb diet, we busted our rumps at the gym EVERY.SINGLE.DAY, and we worried about anything unusual that popped up like a tiny roll of fat or the slightest sign of muscle weakness. I participated because I didn't want to be left behind or considered fat *GASP!...the F word...* After Caroline was born, I began the Nutrisystem plan. I lost the baby weight, but I was STILL hungry all the time, and it wasn't curing anything.
It.Got.Old.

Suddenly, at the age 30, I realized the "before baby body" was never going to come back. I mourned the BBB...it was probably an unhealthy obsession from that point onward. I wanted something that at least resembled what I'd been before my 3 beautiful C's were born.
Wait.
That was a teenager body. Don't necessarily want that. I enjoy having SOME curves, just not all of them...or that stretch mark...or that one...or that dimple on my thigh...*sigh*

After a nasty divorce, I found it hard to bounce back physically. I starved myself, because I figured any boyfriend/husband/whatever-he-is that made his way in to my life would be JUST like the other one...a judge of all things imperfect.
Thankfully, my K is different.
He works for every ounce of muscle he has, and it amazes me that he doesn't obsess over it.
Nope.
He owns that body like a boss, and he taught me to do the same with mine.
Each...imperfection...included.

Here's what became my motto:

IF YOU NEED A REASON, DO IT FOR THE BLACK LEOPARD PANTS.

***This is where you start thinking, "Yep. She's lost it. She's GONE." Bear with me...

Here I was as a teenager:

Good Lord, she's scrawny! That poor girl. Someone buy her some groceries! Right?

Here I am around the age of 30:

Not too shabby! Just starving and wondering why I can't get back to what I used to be before babies...

Annnnnd, that brings us to 2014--what I refer to as "The Year of Struggle."
The struggle was real, folks. It hurt. I had multiple things going on:
1. I was being told my thyroid was failing, but there wasn't a need for medication just yet. The doctor wanted to monitor me closely.
2. Against my better judgment, I let the doctor put the Mirena inside my body. Well, my body hated it. I also gained 30lbs in 4 months from it for which there was no "cure." I had the Mirena removed, and I still couldn't return to normal.
3. I started Plexus at the time I had the Mirena removed, but my self esteem was already in the basement, so I gave up on the products before I even really gave them a chance.
4. I was not accepted for the A-Town Police Academy, so I gave up on trying so hard to be in the best shape of my life.
5. My house had been on the market for over a year. Keeping a 2 story, 4 bedroom, 2100+sq ft house clean 24/7 with 3 children running around and one of us working the midnight shift is IMPOSSIBLE.

There you have it---my excuse...I mean, STRUGGLE...list. *Ahem*
Here's the pic to go ahead and truly complete that struggle list:

Ouch.

******What I didn't want anyone knowing-----MY DEEP, DARK SECRET******
From the end of 2014 until February 2016, I was taking prescription diet pills. I tried Qsymia and Belviq. These made me tired, cranky, and paranoid. I found myself losing weight at the cost of losing my mind and patience. My body felt poisoned. I thought I NEEDED them to lose/maintain weight. At the cost of $140 a month....$140 a month!!!!!....I fought the battle with a pill while falling apart on the inside. I broke out in a rash from head to toe that could only be cleared up by steroids. I had deep gashes in my legs from itching, and I lost 1/4 of my hair. I lost a TON of muscle. I quit working out for 6 MONTHS....6 MONTHS!!! I was a train wreck.

Here is the whole reason I am writing this post.

No matter what you think about yourself, you're wrong.

I am still a personal trainer, yet I've struggled harder than anyone will ever know.

During all of this negativity, I swore to myself I would NEVER be that mom who wears jeggings or skinny jeans. They aren't made for this body! I have cuuuuurves...

Then, I broke down and bought a pair of black leopard skinny jeans from Gap. I bought them 2 sizes smaller than what I was currently wearing, and I told myself that that was the reward for getting my life back. A pair of black leopard skinny jeans. 
They set in the closet Forrrrreeeeevvvvveeerrrrr.

Until today.

I am wearing these black leopard skinny jeans with as much pride as possible. I've lost 2...TWO...pant sizes in a month. Wait, whaaaaaat? Yep. *beaming smile*

My secret?

I let it go:

That is it...the truth.

Now that you've finished this forever-long-post, I have this to say:
I'm here! Let's Facebook, FaceTime, text, or talk. You want to cry to someone about what you're going through? I'm here!  Heck, we can walk and talk while I push your baby/toddler in a stroller any time day or night. I'll do cartwheels, stand on my head, and do the Macarena in public if you need me to.
Don't sit back and watch me--JOIN ME. Visit my website: 

http://www.pinkanderson.com

Look at the supplements. Plan for a healthier you---the you that doesn't stress over how you look or feel anymore. 

Get healthy in the mind, soul, and body. 

I have a passion for LEO families, and I want them to come together and begin a healthier lifestyle. After all, y'all are family to US!

I'm not alone.
You're not alone.

And, if you need a reason, DO IT FOR THE BLACK LEOPARD PANTS. 

 
~Andy

It's Not Their Fault...2 Views

As I have mentioned before, we are a LEO family. I was married to a firefighter in what I refer to as "my previous life," so I believe I can say with much confidence that I have experienced a thing or two regarding how our first responders deal with happiness, sadness, anger, frustration, etc. As the proud wife of a LEO now, I hope to open your eyes to this and let you feel what we feel...as much as I possibly can through written word. I will speak mainly from the soul of a LEO/LEO wife, but I believe I'm speaking on behalf of all first responders.

And now....

TO THE OFFICER:

We see you.

Each and every day, we wait for you to come home to us. The sound of your child's feet dancing around blend with the pounding of dog paws as they wait patiently by the door for your silhouette to appear.
The smell of a home-cooked meal, the hum of the television, and the warmth of a stove come at you all at once when you turn that doorknob. "Daddy! Daddy! Woof-woof! Daddy! Honey! Hey, Handsome! Glad you're home! Get that uniform off and come sit down for dinner. I made something new tonight, so we will see what you think. How was your day? What's with you getting home so late? Was it that rough out there? Your babies have missed you. I've missed you...."

It's all enough and it's all too much....all at the same time. The sweat under your vest is suddenly more noticeable than before, and when did polyester become THIS uncomfortable? These boots are heavy...this duty belt is almost unbearable. Or....is it your thoughts that are unbearable?

"As your spouse, I see the tiredness in your eyes that cannot be fixed by sleep. What have those eyes seen today? Was it another call-to-call zoo extravaganza where you didn't even have time to call in all of the reports? Did you get a chance to grab lunch, or did you function on a small bag of peanuts and a Monster drink again? This would make 5 times this month if that's what happened. We've got to fix that....I.HAVE.TO.FIX.THAT. I can't let you function on so little while I sit here and have so much. Even if I work and 8-5 job or I'm a stay-at-home momma, it's not acceptable for my man to not have what he needs 100% of the time...
Can we talk? How was your day? Are you okay? Are you sure? Are you just tired? Can I have your uniform so I can wash those pants for tomorrow? What happened to your name tag...did you break it again? My, my. I'll order some more. Wow, that vest STINKS. Let me febreze it really quickly while you find something more comfortable to wear. The kids have missed you, and one needs help with homework while another needs help practicing baseball. I'm sure you have enough energy for that, right? How long does it take you to decompress, I mean, really...After all, you're saving the world, one call at a time. You're a superhero. What else would you honestly want to do?"

It's not their fault.

They don't understand, and so-help-you, God, they'll never have to understand. They won't see the death, the abuse, the sickness, the drugs, the alcohol, the car wrecks, or the aftermath that you see.
They don't know the burden resting on your shoulders that doesn't disappear when you take the uniform off. You felt angry all day, but not at them. They weren't there when the 5th call came in for domestic violence. They will never have to see the pictures you took of that woman's face when that man was finished beating her. They won't smell the house you entered when the call came in about an elderly woman who had fallen...the poor woman living with 20 cats who have no litter box, and they are feeding on rat carcasses that line her hallway. They won't look in to the eyes of the small child you saved from the angry boyfriend who wanted her out of the way so he could spend more time with her mother....the child that looked like your own. How could someone be so cruel? How? Why?

It's not their fault. You're sweet spouse means well. They can't fix what's wrong with this world, but they can welcome you home every evening. They can't take away the nightmares, but they can help you realize your dreams of having that wonderful family you always wanted.
When the anger from so much injustice comes out, and you cannot contain what you feel any longer, remember what you're angry at. It's not a who, it's a WHAT.

It's not their fault.
You are what stands between evil and them. You are never off duty, you never get relieved, and you will always fight for them no matter what. Do your best to wipe away the sweat and tears of the day, and remember who is there for you. It's them. They love both you-the-cop and you-the-husband/father. They have your six, and you have theirs....always.

It's.Not.Their.Fault.


TO THE SPOUSE OF A LEO:

We see you.

In fact, you are the one thing that gives us meaning. You are the driving force, the other half, the only person who sees us when we are most vulnerable.

"Today was terrible. I don't know why I get up at the crack of dawn every day, wear this most uncomfortable uniform, and allow myself to be at everyone's beck and call...literally. I want justice for the children, justice for the injured, justice for the families torn apart by evil....yet, it never seems like justice prevails. I find myself calling in a report like a robot. If I accidentally let myself think about what has taken place in front of my very eyes, I might grow an emotion, and that would be deadly. I must see every situation from both sides. I play the devil's advocate well. I cannot rest a single second, because if/when I do, that's when I'm vulnerable and an easy target. I eat, sleep, and BREATHE protection. Everything I have hinges on my ability to be that superhero----the one you married, the one you trust, and the one you want. What if I fail you? What if I walk in some day and you've found someone else, because my decompression time wasn't fast enough for you?
I want to play with the kiddos, try your amazing new recipes, watch some television, and act like nothing is ever wrong in my universe, but I'm sorry. I just can't.
If I ask you to go on a walk with me, ride horses, take a ride in the truck, or sit on the back porch in silence and darkness, don't be offended, and please don't say you're "too busy or not interested." I'm decompressing WITH you. I'm trying to rid my mind, my soul, and my very being of the nastiness that is my reality.
I'm sorry I yelled. I'm sorry everything gets on my nerves. I'm sorry I need to rest. I'm sorry.....
Please don't give up on me. You are what I think about when things get tough. You are my reason for reason. Behind every good officer is his spouse...that person who makes his world a safe place...I must remember that! Deep down, I'm scared. What will happen to you when the End of Watch comes for me?"

It's not their fault.
They've done nothing but try to save the world. That, in itself, is too much for one man to accomplish in his lifetime. They see so much. They hear even more. The very essence of their humanity is shaken to the core day in and day out. They compare the women and children to their own. They see their mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers in each call that comes through. Their dinner table is the driver's seat of a patrol car with gadgets, radios, sirens, and guns all around. They are never off duty. You are on their minds 24/7, and they feel the need to protect you.

It's not their fault.
They may not have chosen this profession---it may have chosen them. When they proposed, they did not ask you to be there only when it was convenient, happy, and charming. YOU are there to pick him up when he falls down, remind him of who he is, and wipe away the tears when they can no longer be contained. They have your six, and you have theirs....always.

IT'S.NOT.THEIR.FAULT.

~Andy

Three?!

Has it seriously been 3 years since we said "I Do?!?" Holy smokes! Time flies when you're livin' the dream! 

To K: 

Very simply put, thank you. You have been everything I've needed and wanted. Life before you seems like a million years ago. I love the way you hold my hand, the way you kiss my neck, your smell, and your smile. K, you are the reason I believe in happily ever afters! I love you for today and forever. 

~Your Andy 

https://flipagram.com/f/sS8iQVwvG4

And, for those of you who are curious about my previous life as a stay-at-home momma, personal trainer, etc, here's the link to my blog of several years. I'm not embarrassed of my past, for it made me who I am today. 

http://www.mkc3.blogspot.com

RED

***This post was originally written in July of 2016. I continue to "re-share" this each time we have something go completely haywire in our country, such as what is taking place now in Minnesota. Also, since this was written, I have obtained that peace officer license I so desperately wanted.***

Original Post:

*In light of recent events, I have decided to create this post. If you are a racist, a cop hater, a complainer, etc., please feel free to leave now. Also, I will be sharing from PERSONAL experiences, so keep that in mind.*


I wish for a time when the only thing we can't agree on is which music station to listen to on the radio. One thing we CAN agree on as a nation is this: WE ALL BLEED RED.

Being a corrections officer allows me to see the aftermath of an arrest. Sometimes, the individuals are still high, they may have had a tangle with the police and have scratches/bruises to prove it, their attitudes may stink due to a situation beyond anyone's control, or they may be the most outgoing/happy/crazy people I could ever meet. It's the luck of the draw on this. As a Warrant Clerk, I get the phone calls from angry citizens with warrants who "just don't understand why the cops are picking on them." Well, sir or ma'am, you committed a crime. It's that simple. We don't arrest someone for singing too loud in the choir."

I met K at the gym, not due to us both being in law enforcement. In fact, I wasn't very nice to him when we met. I asked him, "So, what do you do for a living?" He said, "Well, I'm a police officer." My response? "Well, cops are pigs, so...ya."  I didn't really mean it. I think I was being facetious. He just laughed, gave me a charming grin, and the rest is history. I love my K.

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On the way to work (yes, we carpool), K and I were discussing the recent police-involved shootings of an African-American male in Baton Rouge, LA and another one in Minnesota, as well as the 5 deceased police officers in Dallas at a Black Lives Matter rally.
I must point out that K the husband morphs in to K the police officer the minute that bullet proof vest is velcroed around his mid-section. It's like he becomes another person---no emotion, no smile, just all business. That's okay. So, as we discuss things during the 30 minute commute in to A-Town, I have to remember I'm talking to K the police officer. He gladly gives his opinions, especially about topics that hit close to home like the above mentioned. I want to share with you what he said to me---it's his reality...my reality....

K: "I can't pass judgement on the officers involved in the 2 shootings in different states. I wasn't there. I didn't see a good enough video. If the officers did wrong, then they must be held accountable. I won't stand behind an officer that commits a crime. How many officers are there in the United States? Roughly 800,000? Think about that. The number of corrupt, cruel, unethical officers is tiny in comparison. Heck, we've had them at APD, and it was no problem to get rid of them. We are not all bad. I don't wake up in the morning and decide to pick on any race or gender. I hit the streets to find bad guys. I don't pass a black guy on the street and think, 'Oh ya. He's black so he's a thug. I think I'll pick on that one today.' Seriously. WE.HUNT.BAD.GUYS."

*****I'm going to insert a picture here that was taken roughly a month ago on the North Side of A-Town. The children pictured really do love officers, and they don't pay attention to the color of their skin. They love the attention. They also really love the badges they hand out and to challenge the officers to a basketball game of HORSE, but I don't have pics of that.*****

(K continues...) "Where do we lose them? Where do we lose their trust? These boys have no problems with law enforcement until some time in their teens. Why? How do we lose them? When and why do we suddenly become the bad guys? I grew up in a town with no black people. I didn't meet any black guys until I went off to college to play football. They are now some of my closest friends. In fact, last night, during all of the chaos in Dallas, one of those friends from college called me. After discussing my opinion with him on the incident, he said, 'Hey man, be safe out there.' We don't have the problems in A-Town that the bigger cities have, I guess. There's the handful of people who don't like or trust us, though. Of course, I'm going to speak from the police side of things here, but think about what would happen if police officers suddenly stopped showing up to work? What if they protested? The law-abiders had better start getting along with criminals, because fairly soon, that's all we'll have. You know, when I had to shoot that guy back in 2011, it wasn't easy at all. It was necessary. Sometimes it happens." He's right.

******K had an on-duty shooting in September 2011 while working the midnight shift. The man had a gun and would not drop it. The man was trying to shoot his ex-wife and her friend in a parking lot. I've seen the dash cam videos from 2 patrol cars, and I've listened to the 911 call. K has said multiple times that the emotional side of things only hits when he listens to the 911 call. The woman screaming gets to him. I can't imagine how that feels....
Here's the link to the article about the shooting:   http://amarillo.com/news/local-news/2011-09-22
He was no billed by the Grand Jury.******

WE ALL BLEED RED. Strangers united and bonded while the horror of 9/11 played out in New York.
This is a new kind of horror, folks. Why can't we unite?

I believe God put it in my heart as a small child to be a police officer. I would listen to my daddy out on patrol or at an incident in to the wee hours of the night when he was the Deputy Sheriff of a small Panhandle county. ****Thank you, Daddy, for your years of dedication to the badge****The career has always fascinated me. I also believe it has made me in to a different kind of LEO wife--one who can listen and watch all of this without falling into pieces on the ground out of fear for my husband. I can't say I never panic when K is out on patrol, but I am able to keep calm and do my job...as a wife, as a mom, and as a citizen. I will get that license someday, though.
Those officers mowed down by senseless angry people...how unfair...and their brothers in blue were rushing to save the crowds of bystanders and protesters in harms way. It's on video. They had absolutely nothing to do with anything in Louisiana or Minnesota.
My, my.

K is working today, and he has had 2 incidents he shared with me that I'll now share with you:
1. While directing traffic on an overpass where a wreck had occurred, a sweet older black lady stopped her car by K and said, "Thank you, officer, for what you do. Thank you so very much."
2. While coming out of a convenience store after getting a drink, K was flagged down by a hispanic woman driving a big Dodge truck through the parking lot. She was bawling. K's first thought was that she was in serious danger or trouble. He approached the vehicle, and she said, "I'm so sorry for what has happened. Ya'll don't deserve this. Ya'll are good people. I'm so sorry. Can I pray over you?"

We all bleed red. I'm reminded when I start SEEING red over unnecessary violence that there are some amazing people out there who enjoy life, freedom, and their families. They are the ones who deserve a "thank you." Thank you for caring enough to tell Officer K what you think and what he means to the public. I'm sorry those families lost young men to a fatal encounter with the police. I'm sorry those officers lost their lives for nothing except the uniform they wear for 8-12 hours. I'm sorry that sometimes scenarios don't end up the way the world thinks they should.
We are ONE NATION, UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL---the flag flying over us is RED, white, and blue. Let's act like human beings---all of us!---before it's too late.

~Andy

Well, here we are...

We are NOT your average Andersons.
No sir.
We march to the beat of a very different (and loud) drum.

Hello! We are stoked that you decided to drop by and see what in the wide, wide world of sports we are up to at Anderson Acres.
Hold on to your hat---or, if in the event you are not wearing one, hold on to your friend's hat---because we fully intend to bombard you with posts about country living, our 3 precious C's, the lives of LEOs (law enforcement officers), Plexus (yes, we love the stuff....no deep sighing allowed here), and anything else we can think of at the time.

I don't know about you, but I absolutely enjoy seeing how other people live. I find myself giggling, gasping, and growling at the ideas some folks have, but what makes it fun is that it is THEM. Their life. Their reality.
And, this is ours.

Here are just a few things you might want to know about us (or not, whatever). Don't worry, as we go along in this journey called life, I fully expect each and every one of you to find something else you'd want to know, or even something about your own life you'd want to share with us:

1. We are a fairly new family unit, and K has no biological children--mine are his, bless his heart.
2. We LOVE country living so much that it doesn't matter what we look like or how we act at AA (Anderson Acres...not to be confused with Alcoholics Anonymous, which you may eventually have to attend due to us driving you to drink with our life stories*ahem*)
3. K and I are LEOs in our own respects. Eventually, I will be up on K's level...
4. I'm a natural redhead AND Irish. There will be at least one time a day K blames my actions/facial expressions/attitude on this. I'm sure I read somewhere that redheads come back in another life as vampires. I'm not fully convinced either way. Just sayin'. I do not, however, steal souls. Let's get that straight.
5. We have 4,671 animals at AA...ok, not that many, but it can feel like it at times. Our feed bill reflects those feelings.


Now, about the 3 C's...
C1-17 years old and basically my twin. She can actually cook, though.
C2-12 years old and the only boy. He used to be a tame, quiet child until K came along.
C3-9 years old and the diva of the family. She loves lipstick, high heels, and being in the middle of everyone's everything.

I call myself Andy. I will sign every post as this, too. Why? It's because I have a giant storm of conflict surrounding who I really am and what I should be called. Talk about a crisis. As a LEO, you are always called by your last name. When I recently took a desk job in administration within my agency, I had to try to make the switch to my first name. It's been total chaos and confusion ever since. No one ever knows who the heck they're talking to, and I honestly lost my identiy somewhere in the mix. So, to make things easier (or more complicated, depending on how you look at it), I will be known as Andy.
You're welcome for that explanation.

And now, I will leave you with my favorite saying. It pretty much sums up what I have going on...

~ANDY