you can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl
I regress
The week before Christmas my Dad got thrown from a horse he was training for the neighbors. Upon landing my Dad found himself with four broken ribs. The hospital did not have a room for him; he spent three and a half days in emergency. NICE. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. Due to various other serious health issues already present they could not allow him to go home - not to mention living so far out in the bushes. Although I am very glad they kept him there I can’t imagine how insane of an experience the emergency room would have been for that many days.
YOU may be asking yourself - aren’t things with your family in the shitter?
Through two years of pain, tears, break downs, spazz outs, threats and hard work we are a bona fide family again. It took my father and me until last Thursday to spend close to four, if not more, hours talking out the past. [I arrived on the Saturday] My father and I are very stubborn but I think he finally understands where I’ve been coming from. I know there is a part of him that hates that it all happened the way it did, but I hate it too.
All that matters is that the three of us have been heard and that I feel that I can have an honest relationship with them, trust them and go back to sharing my life with them. We still disagree on things from the past and have different memories of how things were but we seem to be able to agree to disagree. And leave it at that.
I never wanted or asked my parents to change, I accept that they will still do some of the same shit that pisses me off to no end AND vice versa. but I realize this is family, and not everyone has the chance to work it out and keep it real. I am very thankful for that.
I did however want them to acknowledge my experience of what it was like growing up with them. I feel I have gotten that and even before I went up I had started to move on and look forward to the future.
I still plan on being brutally honest when writing about my past experiences and what it was like to grow up feeling as neglected as I felt, but I will not blame. And I also understand some things better now and am able to see them from a different perspective.
They still don’t change the ending.
They’ve learned, I’ve learned but there are still experiences and stories that for me need to be told. Would I have a therapist and a Category called ‘assholes’ and another one called ‘depression’ if there were none to be told. [I think not]
All of a sudden ABC was posting
I had this rad as shit post planned for my escape to the north and in escape I mean - FROM THE FUCKING RAIN - when my site went DOWN for like 24 hours. It sucked; I was scared and felt naked.
I also felt guilty because I KNEW I was not going to able to visit blogs up there, nor had I mentioned ABC4 was added as a PERMANENT user on gus greeper.
My ticket was booked within the week I was leaving — I have a post coming SOON on an appointment for something I HAD to make but was holding off making because I knew even though they had denied my immediate request to come and help out that they would eventually cave and fly me up.
By cave I mean:
- With this appointment I had to make - I’d been putting it off and they knew it
- I won’t even be looking for work IF I look at all until March
- I agreed with my father that with them so far out in the bush by choice my mother has to be able to handle all the chores that are required when you live in the sticks.
- It made sense to go help when he was beginning to feel better
- I knew my mom would need a break
- I knew we all needed to be together
My arrival I never thought I would ever hear these words come out of my mouth - but I actually said I was hockey’d out when I got off the plane and heard we were heading almost straight to a Prince George Cougars (WHL) game. The saving grace was seeing BRENT SUTTER [the coach for our World Juniors, he has won us the gold TWO years in a row] he got a standing ovation before they even officially announced him. Oddly, his WHL team is in last place. The Cougars ate his team for dinner and everyone was happy.
I don’t think I was actually ‘hockey�d out’ and I do feel it uncontrollably necessary to defend that insane and NOT AT ALL Canadian statement. [I’m lucky no one rushed me off to the hospital to ensure I hadn�’t seriously lost my mind to the point of no return - those words will never leave my mouth again I swear to the Gods of Hockey]
I had simply been SPOILED by the Juniors and watching the Canucks lose what felt like a million games in a row - - but see! it all came at once. Juniors on one channel, NHL on another, go to a live game, win the gold medal, get off the plane, go to another game, and see Brent Sutter in person. Could I BE anymore hard done by?
FYI:
When it comes to the WHL I do not follow it closely, I’m a self proclaimed bandwagon Cougars fan. I have been to one WHL game in Vancouver and The (vancouver) Giants actually played the Cougars. I cheered so loud I AM WITHOUT doubt LUCKY I didn’t get my ass kicked, any harder than I fear getting it kicked when I wear my Leafs Jersey to Canucks games.
The Cougars beat The Giants this did not help my case at all and I fled.
I saw two games while up there and the Cougars won both. [the parents have seasons tickets] There is NOT A DOUBT in my mind that I bring that team good luck. I expect to be hired on as some kind of goddess of the ice mascot extremely soon. If the offers DO NOT start pouring in I WILL cry. [the ugly cry]
The work
This is my favourite photo taken because:
- I have seriously HOT sun glasses on
- There is fresh snow to plough and I KNEW because of the first day I ploughed the driveway that I was going to have SO MUCH FUN
- AS IF I wore a hard hat but I thought it would make the photo cooler
Except for the photos of me cleaning my Dad’s fish tank where I got covered in fish shit and hated it, the photos and commentary presented by ABC4 in my absence covers the hardest of the work.
Some unexpected Drama
Mrs E.
oh what you thought she couldn’t get to me up north? SO DID I.
Mrs E. enters the apartment twice.
Adam explains to me over communication device that he has been leaving a special light on for Gus. On two separate days he came home and the light was OFF.
FUCKINGBITCHCUNTFACEWANTTOKILLHERDEADZOMEBIESHOULDEATHERBRAINS
Adam goes next door and tells her to STAY THE FUCK OUT. I call the building manager and politely but STERNLY say: “she enters again we are calling the police”.
He hopes it won’t come to that. We do too.
We were already being moved but now I just want out NOW.
FUCKINGBITCHCUNTFACEWANTTOKILLHERDEADZOMEBIESHOULDEATHERBRAINS
I arrived back in Vancouver and it was STILL raining. The first person I saw was Mrs. E but honestly I had too good of a time and was way too excited to see Gus after sleeping with fatso Bear for a week to really give a shit.
