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1000 Julys

So that’s actually the name of a song I love by Third Eye Blind. Remember them? yeah, good times. So a lot has happened since my last post, which seems like eons ago! Where to begin..

So for years now, pretty much my whole life really, I’ve had strep throat frequently – way more than any normal person should. So at 28 I had a tonsillectomy. Let me tell you, it is NO joyride. I learned not to trust what ANYONE else says about the process besides your surgeon because it is different for every patient. For example;

I was told day 7 was the worst possible day for pain. For me it was day 8. I had my tonsils and adenoids removed. They were massive. And, being not-so-in-shape, unable to swallow pain meds, and overall super stressed out about the process, I ended up being re-admitted to the hospital the day after surgery because I wasn’t taking kindly to the process. I spent a total of 9 days recovering in the hospital, and the 10th day I drove back home. I probably shouldn’t have, but there ya go.

Now I’m back in Goose Bay. I dropped my mom off again in St. Lewis and spent one night there, last night. She was kind enough to spend that time in St. Anthony with me while I was healing.

So now it’s off to work again tomorrow. I’m still feeling really weak, and it’s going to take some time before I have the energy to bike and get back to my normal steady-go lifestyle. I ate a good supper for the first time in nearly two weeks. It’s been a spoonful here and there of cream wheat or popsicles up until tonight (thanks for the smoked salmon, dad!).

Other than that one big thing I guess it’s a lot of tiny things. I’ve come to a few conclusions in my life that I guess came with all that time lying in my hospital bed pondering over how I was leading my life. It really does seem like forever trying to pass a day when you’re just lying there, fyi.

I’ve decided I’m going to give up on the dating scene. I’ve had a lot of bad luck lately, not entirely my or the other persons fault, but I’ve decided it’s best that I just live my life and give up on trying to find that ‘one’ person who’s supposed to make everything right. I’m having way too much fun riding my bike, working my ass off, adventuring in my truck and hanging out with my friends to have that much time to devote to another person. Like it or not, the reality is, having that other person around changes you. It turns out I’m not ready to take that turn again yet.

I also came toΒ the realization that my health is now my number one priority. During my stay in the hospital I lost a total of 15 pounds and man can I notice it. I have a goal in mind of where I want to be, and a rough estimate of when I want to be there. I’m going to work harder than ever before, and I’m excited for the ride. Less salt, less stress, more smiles. So many smiles.

Love to you all. It’s great to be back in blog land.


27 years

Today marks my parents 27th wedding anniversary. There have been some ups and downs, to which I can certainly vouch for, and may have been the cause of…but I know my parents are glued for life. Here are some things I enjoy about my parents.

The way Dad says “Mudder, Mandy wants you” when I’m done talking to him on our regular phone chats.

The way Mom pulls herself together and manages to ignore Dads annoying habits.

The way I feel, and others feel, when walking through the porch door. No one is a stranger in moms and dads house.

The way Dad says he doesn’t like something mom cooks, but eats two and a half plates full anyway.

The way Mom gives presents and puts from “Mom and Dad” all the time.

The way Dad makes an effort to find me a present just from him.

The way Dad and Mom are both obsessed with “the Young and the Restless”. It’s pretty comical.

The way Dad makes sure absolutely everything is in working order on my car before he lets me travel anywhere.

The way Mom crochets and knits me hats, gloves and scarves every winter.

The way Dad seems more concerned and excited about getting mom a good Christmas gift these past few years.

The way Mom gets excited about finding something just right for Dad as a present.

The fact that, despite quarrels, they still sleep in the same bed every night and storm through indifference. I love you Mom and Dad.

Another RDF day here in St. Lewis. Mom and I decided to do a little painting. Here’s Mom and her masterpiece.