teen years, Uncategorized

I haven’t quit

I know I haven’t been keeping to a schedule. Okay, scratch that. I haven’t been posting at all. It isn’t because I haven’t been writing because I have. Just not on my blog.

 

First off so far I seem to be having a rough year for a variety of reasons none of which I feel I can write about. Secondly, I got to travel with my daughter which was amazing. I have every intention of sharing photo’s of Europe once I make time. Thirdly, Mercury sucks – at least that what seems to be the common reason for blame this year.

 

Laughter is the best medicine, right? Well, I am giving it a real go and reading for the umpteenth time the ‘Stephanie Plum’ series of books by Janet Evanovich. Even after reading it six times I can still laugh to tears when reading these. It seems to have been helping me find my happy.

 

The great news is I am making great headway finally in organizing my bits into chapters that fall into order. I am not feeling so lost or overwhelmed now with writing the book. I do struggle to shake loose from the grips of emotion each time I write. To live my daily life without letting the past seep into it. Below is a rough draft from one of the chapters I’d thought to share.

 

When I landed at the small airfield and walked inside the airport I looked around and didn’t see my mother or anyone I knew. I retrieved my luggage and dragged it over to a pay phone where I called her. I got no answer.  She still lived at the community with her new husband in a different house. Which was about an hour and a half from the airport I was waiting at. I wasn’t dressed for November weather. I didn’t own appropriate clothing for being far north in the winter. Darkness was falling. Two hours past and still I sat and waited alone.

 

After about three hours a vehicle pulled into the parking lot. It was my mother with her husband. I lugged my big suitcase to the back of the pickup and heaved it in. I got into the back on the little fold-down seat and asked what had taken so long. Her answer: she wasn’t sure she was even going to pick me up at all. She decided to come and get me but I had to leave within a week. I was dumbfounded. Why force me to fly there then? I had had a home and school lined up. Now I was far north turning sixteen in two days and apparently had nowhere to go.

 

I spent my sixteen birthday at my mothers as though I didn’t have one. The children didn’t know it was my birthday and she didn’t tell them. It was as if it didn’t happen. A month later she would call me to sing happy birthday. Apparently, she didn’t know what to say to me on my birthday but at Christmas time felt like it was fitting to call me and sing happy birthday.

 

Anyways I thought to post and share with you that I am still here and working away one letter, one word, one day at a time.

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Uncategorized, vacation

On a lighter note

It seems my posts got a little serious lately so I thought I’d try and find something a little lighter for a change. How about a little peek of our awesome trip to Silverwood theme park this week complete with photos!

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My daughter turned SIXTEEN last year and after much thought, she chose a family trip as her birthday present. Love that she considers family trips that highly as she was offered a horse, pet pig, and other such wonderful pets. In case you don’t know my daughter she adores animals of all shapes and sizes.

 

Pictured above: pet George the huge snail eating a banana that she befriended during our visit to Kenya. Hugs with her cat that randomly moved in and adopted us one winter. My daughter with her friends and brother proudly showing off their huge collection of slugs during a trip to the Westcoast. Just a few examples of her love of living creatures.

As you can see I was surprised she turned down another pet. I was actually extremely relieved! Two pets are enough for me as both kids are now getting ready to learn to be on their own. I have a feeling when they go the pets are staying! If you follow my Instagram you have probably surmised the dog has me wrapped around his little paw!

It turns out I didn’t take photo’s at Silverwood this trip. Maybe because I took so many when we went 7 years ago. Or maybe because the kids wanted to do their own thing and seem to keep a frowny face whenever the camera swings there way. I do have one priceless photo…

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So obviously that isn’t us. I thought it would be helpful to see it’s a rather steep descent that makes everyone scream…

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Just to explain the reason behind the next photo…

 

 

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Yes, that is me… hair straight back, eyes tightly closed, shreaking for my life and it hurtles past me with a rocking clacking racket at top speed. I kept that expression for the ride called Aftershock – the floor folds away from you before the ride starts!! No I didn’t have to ride it however my son couldn’t be telling his friends he went to Silverwood and didn’t ride it. The plan to go in it scared us so bad we couldn’t eat our dinner.

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My son – the back right already knew what to expect as the poor bugger road that alone when he was 9 years old. He was white as a sheet after that ride. He thought he was going to fall out of it as his butt never even touched the seat once the ride started. A thin bar he says, no seat belt he says, I thought I was going to fall right out of it he says…. so this time he felt much safer… His friend didn’t seem to feel very safe… He didn’t leave the wave pool for two days after that ride! My daughter like me likes to close her eyes and pretend it will be fine. The  ‘this isn’t really happening to me’ mindset. Her friend obviously goes eyes wide open terrified of what will come next. She was probably wondering what kind of family does this to kids calling it fun!

The following evening I thought it best to take the terrified young man for some kiddie rides so he doesn’t leave Silverwood with the taste of terror in his mouth. It took some bribery for him to even consider leaving the water park as he was quite certain we never needed to go to the amusement park side again! We went the swing, the frog hop (my children are pictured below – the middle two from our first trip ). The teen girls were also there in line to ride this cute little frog.

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And of course lastly kids the Ferris wheel. Complete with animal seats and umbrellas built for all sizes but meant for the kids and faint of heart riders. After the animal Ferris wheel ride, he was a happy young man, he came running towards me with an excited smile saying how awesome it was…. Until he remembered my teen son was also with him at which point he pretended it wasn’t quite that big a deal!

 

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My adorable daughter on our first trip. I asked her if she wanted to change before we go into the park. My daughter: hands on hips looks down saying, ‘ what’s wrong with this outfit? I’m wearing all my favourite clothes!’ I let her wear it. I mean really who am I to judge what looks good on the outside when she feels confident and happy inside and out?!