Today is a special day, it was once our anniversary, but that date changed when we got married. We already had September 7th memorized so after we adopted our St. Berdoodle Summit, we decided that our old anniversary date would be perfect to celebrate as her birthday!
The image above was taken the day that Summit and I met (Chris was out of the country)! She was much more timid back then, but I could tell that she was incredibly sweet and would be a good fit for us (I didn’t realize just how lucky we were to find our match).
Summit is about 3-years-old according to the vet, but her birthday celebrations won’t affect her age. We just wanted a day to spoil and love her EVEN MORE than we already do.
When I got home from work tonight, Chris and Summit jumped in the car and we headed to the pet store. We chose one doll each to give to her and bought her a special wet dinner. She was so excited about getting spoiled and she proudly carried one of her new toys (Calculator) around the aisles! The cashier loved her so much that she told us that she was definitely going to follow Sum on Instagram (@Summit.the.sweetheart).
Summit played with her new dollies immediately and she loved her birthday dinner even more. She is an amazing doggo who has gotten so comfortable with us, I’m so proud of how far she’s come in less than a year (read about when we first got her hereand the last update on herhere).
Happy Birthday Summit – I bet you were the cutest pupper I would have ever seen.
For this weeks Throwback Thursday I took inspiration from a drawing that my my niece, Zoey, made for me. Zoey is less than a month away from turning 8 years old and is an awesome little artist, the featured photo above is a portait of me that she drew just last Saturday!
She’s always had such an amazing imagination that has made me laugh, especially when we do art or play together. There are two stories I’ll tell today that are favourites of mine as they involve two favourite people of mine: Zoey and my husband Chris!
A Zoey Story
After a year or two together with Chris, Zoey began opening up her trust to him and it was fun to watch them interact! Zoey would have been about 5 or so and was visiting us for a sleepover (us being my mom and I [pre-moving in with Chris]).
Something that I love doing for Zoey is painting her nails, I’ve been painting them since she was about 2 years old and she has come to get so used to it that she sometimes makes the most ridiculous demands that even her aunt Cassy can’t quite figure out (“draw this on this nail, and then this other animal on this nail” etc. Her nails are tiny canvases that don’t always stay still). On this particular day, Chris was over as well and when Zoey excitedly asked me if I could paint her nails, he jumped in and answered her first! Chris, thinking that he would be funny and get a flat no in response, asked Zoey in a slightly exargerated voice, “Hey Zoey! Want ME to paint your nails?!” To Chris’ surprise the often shy five year old said “okay!” and he was committed to his spa service proposal.
From there, he got kind of into it and started advocating for a colourful set of paws, using a different colour for each finger across all ten fingers! Zoey and I didn’t jump on board right away, but I think that even Zoey could tell her future uncle Chris wanted to have fun with it so she agreed to his wacky taste. She let him paint her nails while the three of us sat on the couch.
This is one of my very favourite memories I have with Zoey because it was like she accepted Chris, who I had already fallen in love with. It’s also mainly one of my favourite memories because it was EXTREMELY cute and I loved every second of him painting those tiny nails with delicate care (kind of).
I love them both and I hope you enjoyed the story… now it’s back to 2017!
In my lifetime, my family had a Border Collie who I don’t personally remember, but have seen pictures of, namedHook(like the movie). He herded us a bit too much for our young ages (apparently we cried at the nipped heels) so they found another home for him. The next pup we had been a white German Sheppard named Coach(Craig T. Nelson‘s greatest character).I remember bits and pieces, but my main man growing up was my pal Duke.
Duke was a beautiful two-year-old Flat-Coated Retriever (we think) who we adopted fromThe Animal Guardian Society (TAGS). The organization really wants to make sure that the family and the dog are a good match and within the process there is a two-week
period where the dog can stay at the house. Duke had been living in a small apartment and was kept in a crate for long hours so he thought that our wide backyard was paradise. He ran and ran, I sat on top of out patio table to avoid his speedy laps. When he settled in and I began to fall in love with him our epic friendship began!
I loved him and he loved me. I hugged, kissed, and shared secrets with him. I was also a very sick kid with a lot of physical health problems, he was my cuddle buddy. My mom remembers me falling asleep on him and he’d notice and rest himself to not disturb me. He was far from perfect in his rescue-monkey ways (some bad habits that never really went away), he was some sort of stomach-of-steel-dog who ate crazy things!
Firstly, he loved drinking mom’s cold coffee left in mugs on livingroom tables. Then we get into the stuff that he ate that he was definitely not supposed to: batteries; candles; garbage. One time he got into my brother’s Halloween candy and ate only the red suckers, somehow leaving the sticks and wrappers for us to clean up later.
He was trouble, but he was mostly a happy boy who we all loved so entirely. He put him down when his body began to fail from a type of cancer when I was 13 and I remember missing him so much for so long. I didn’t think that I’d love another dog again, but we all know that didn’t come true.
Thanks for reading this week’s Behind the Throw Back Thursday! What was you first true-dog-love?
Last Saturday was Canada Day which meant that I got to enjoy an extra day off this past Monday too! Here’s a glimpse into my long weekend fun:
Chris dropped me off at a co-worker’s house last Friday morning; she wonderfully helped us out by driving me into work so that Chris and Summit could pick me up on the way out of town for the long weekend. The three of us (dog included) crammed into the car with all of our things (dog bed included [she’s very spoiled]) and set forth on our mini-vacay.
Traffic was surprisingly not as horrible as we thought it would be! It was more than usual, but we still got to our destination, Kincardine, Ontario, within approximately four hours. We stayed with my sister, brother-in-law, and their many animal companions: Dude the Bernese Mountain Dog, Sidney Prescott the German Shepard, Taco the lean grey cat, and Rafi the munchkin cat. Summit was very excited to see her fur-cousins and we decided to walk downtown Kincardine to see the end of the car show and get some ice cream. The car show had mostly ended, but we enjoyed a walk and some ice cream creations from Dairy Queen under a nice sunset. After a long day of working and sitting in the car, the guest room pillow was my new best friend.
Saturday morning, we got up and got ready to see the Kincardine Canada Day parade. We drove down and I almost immediately regretted not bringing Summit to the parade, but was also incredibly excited to point out and pet many patriotic doggos that were in attendance. The parade was really lovely! It wasn’t too long, many community organizations celebrated, my favourite town mascot was in the centre of it all (he’s a lighthouse), the famous hockey player Paul Henderson rode in a horse drawn buggy, and then everyone in attendance joined in behind the parade and headed toward the water. At a certain point, we got to the end and realized our best bet was to walk back the same direction we had come. The problem was that many other people were still parading down the street toward the water so we were walking against the traffic. My brother-in-law insisted that this was terribly bad luck (in a superstitious way) and that people were giving us dirty looks – he did this for my benefit, to try to make me paranoid – he really is my brother). We made it out alive and un-scolded by paraders.
The four of us decided to take the dogs for a walk nearby in the woods, this was perfect for Summit who would have missed the wooded dog park walks that she so enjoys every day. By the time that we got back to the house, my dad, stepmom, and step-dog-sister Lucy were arriving to my sister’s as well for Canada Day festivities. We had a BBQ, relaxed in the backyard and walked back downtown to get drinks.
We sat on the balcony facing the waterfront at Erie Belle Fish & Chips, had drinks, and shared stories for an hour or so.
The water looked so nice that we walked passed the docks and along the beach. Our party became a mini parade, marching one by one in the tide while families played in the sand and water around us. I smiled when I saw the big blue chairs that are a novelty to me every time that I see them – they never stop being fun! We took some photos as a family and a friendly fellow Canadian offered to take a full group shot as he watched us struggle to fit into a selfie. Our bodies began to ache and we got a taxi van back to my sister’s house halfway through the walk home.
We hot-tubbed and ate appetizers in the backyard until the late evening. Our cab driver hilariously dropped us off at/in the end of the parade and we jumped out quickly so that he could drive in reverse back down the road to get out of the way of the approaching tough-looking marching band in some serious kilts. We laughed and merged with the crowd to applaud and appreciate the band. The town then scattered to find and claim the best lookout spots to see the fireworks. As the sky started to darken, the air got colder and my blanket-like sweater became a sweater for two (my husband and I basically became Turk and JD fromScrubs). The fireworks were really incredible! I hadn’t seen fireworks like that in so long, I felt like a kid during the finale shots that totally blew me away. It was a
really fun experience to share with my family – especially my dad and sister who I remember watching fireworks with on a blanket in the grass as a kid.
Adult life can be hard sometimes, but I love those moments that remind you that you can still experience significantly happy moments similarly to the way you did as a kid – the ones that make you appreciate your life and you know that you’ll probably look back on this exact moment in another twenty years. What I loved about my Canada Day weekend was that it was spent with family and was very inexpensive (Haha)! Seriously though, Kincardine, like many other Canadian cities, provided a fantastic, accessible, public celebration that they should be proud of!
Happy 150th Anniversary Canada! And thanks Kincardine!
How did you celebrate? What part of Canada did you get to appreciate this year?
Chris and I are headed to visit my sister and brother-in-law who live 4 hours from us this weekend to celebrate Canada Day! I can’t wait to see my sister Heather (named after my late grandmother from my moms side), we’ve grown so close as adults!
Having a sister who is only 19 months older than me has been pretty awesome! When I was a kid everyone thought we were twins and we always had someone to play with. We would bring barbies and toys to quench our ever-thirsty imaginations to our brothers hockey or my dads baseball games.
Eventually Heather and I played hockey ourselves and every other year we’d be in the same age division! She played right wing and I played left. If you’ve seen us play pictionary together then you know that we can read each other’s minds and that we work well as a team!
As teenagers we became a bit more private and a bit moodier with each other, but we still had a ton of laughs. We shared a deep love of all things television and movies – we often quote things that only each other understands.
Adult Heather and Cassy are doing really well too. We’re 4 hours apart, but miss each other all of the time. On top of television and movies, Heather and I share a love of romantic comedy novels that we trade back and forth! I love having such a great big sister, we were each other’s maids of honour at our weddings and in this last photo we stood with our brother as our father’s grooms party for his wedding last year!
Heather has been, and will always be, my partner in crime no matter how far apart we are. When we get together, it’s like we still share bunk beds and she still threatens bullies for me – our bond is ever lasting and we’ve got each other’s backs.
Don’t mess with us… we’re the Goulding Girls and we’re a lot tougher than a couple of old ladies from Florida!!!
The two main photos I’ve shared were taken about eight years apart on two separate, but significant days in my life.
The first is of myself and my dad before my grade twelve prom. I was going through a really hard time emotionally at this point of teenage-hood, but am so happy to have photos to remind me of all the positives in my life back then too. Sometimes it’s easy to remember the bad, but this photo has sat on my dresser (a few different dressers) for the last eight years and reminds me of how close my dad and I are. He was so proud of his dolled up tomboy!
The second photo is from my wedding last August! It was fun, exciting, and exhausting. I love the photos I have with my parents and it’s fun to compare them to photos like the one from prom where so many years have passed. I can’t wait to see another photo among these two in eight more years!
I love my dad very much and am lucky in life to have a dad who loves me too. Not everyone is so lucky and I really start thinking about family dynamics as Father’s Day approaches.
I look forward to celebrating Father’s Day with him this Sunday and snap some photos on all the other milestones we’ll come across in life.
Firstly, I was lucky enough to be on The Marilyn Denis Show with one of my best friends a few weeks ago. The two of us are featured for being thrifty university graduates who get spoiled with makeovers! The episode airs tomorrow (Friday April 21st) and I cannot post any behind the scenes pictures until after it airs, but next week’s blog will explain how we got the makeover opportunity (a contest may have been involved), what the process was really like, and of course lots of pictures. Looking forward to sharing it all with you next Thursday on here!
Until then I thought that I would write a virtual letter to my grandmother. My husband and I are attending a friend’s celebration of life this coming Saturday and I’ve been thinking about the celebration we had for my grandmother approximately a year and a half ago. I was much too emotional to sing or even speak at the event we had and I thought that I’d put those thoughts and feelings down in a blog post. As an atheist, I’m reminded of my grandmother in my thoughts. I don’t believe that she’s with me or watching me, but that her memory lives on in stories and photos which is why this blog post has a lot of meaning to me. If I had been able to bravely speak at my grandmother’s celebration of life (like my mom and my grandmother’s sisters had), this is what I would have said:
My grandmother, Heather Campbell, was a beautiful, funny, and fun-loving woman who was born October 16 1945 and died September 7th 2015. Although she passed away just one month shy of her 70th birthday, she had lived a full life. Growing up, I had thought that my grandma was different than those that I heard about and saw on television. She was single, young, and didn’t really cook us meals, she was more like my mom’s best friend who we would share laughs with. We would crack jokes at each others expense and sarcasm was a staple element of our conversations. I only truly appreciated the unique relationship that I had with her when I had gotten older, this is when we often treated each other as equals – she had become my friend as well as my mothers.
I became closer to my grandma after she was diagnosed with colon cancer. At first, I wasn’t entirely sure what to think or what to do until someone had told me that I didn’t want to regret not spending enough time with her. I started visiting her by myself, which I had almost never done before. We always saw my grandma with my mom, but I was going to university and my school was near her apartment so I started touching base with her throughout the week. I would stop by after my morning class and we would watch The Price is Right, play along with the program, and make fun of the contestants. She often made me a sandwich and we would gab like girlfriends until I took the bus home or my mom picked me up.
When she had gone into the hospital for a long period of time (approximately 120 days), I’d started reading Pride and Prejudice to her, a favourite of mine. She had never read the book and enjoyed being read to, it was a nice change of pace from the few entertainment options that were provided by the hospital. I’d read for a few hours at a time and start to lose my voice, occasionally I’d stop to ask her if she was sleeping, but she rarely was, she would tell me to continue on and I would. I had gotten half way through the book when she had recovered enough to go home. She had fought with her body over a period of four months, a body that had gone through chemo and radiation only to develop a hole in her stomach that required multiple surgeries and months of hospitalization. She had been in there for so long that I didn’t think that she’d be leaving alive, but she did – incredibly she did.
From there she took day trips with her friends, sisters, and my mom, but mostly she rested and looked forward to my sister’s wedding. A handful of us raised money and walked in the Push for your Tush colon cancer charity event in honour of her and she had such a big smile that day. She then celebrated at my sister’s bridal shower and she smiled her beautiful smile once more. By the time that my sister was getting married, my grandma was quite weak, but excited. Heather, my sister and my grandmother’s namesake, and (my
now brother-in-law) David had an intimate wedding of just 45 guests in their backyard and then a reception at a local pub. I really love the photos of my grandmother that day, she was so proud and happy to be able to see one of her grandchildren get married – another check off her list of ‘big-life-moments.’
My Grandma lived only two weeks after my sister’s wedding, she passed with pneumonia in the hospital surrounded by family. She is the first person that I have ever witnessed pass away and it was a difficult process. After the grueling six or seven hours of watching her body finally give up, we all cried and some people talked about that place called heaven. I knew that for me, she was gone, and that this would be the last time I would ever see her. Through tears, I kissed her on the forehead and felt like I would see her tomorrow, because goodbyes rarely feel real at the times that they’re said.
At the end of her life, Heather Campbell was a sister, a mother, a grandmother, a great-grandmother, and more importantly a friend. Her best friends were her family members and there’s something really beautiful about that. I was lucky enough to grow closer to her in the two years that she had colon cancer and even though she was in pain, I think that a lot of moments that took place in those two years could have been some of the best in her life. She was loved by many and she knew that. I loved her and she knew that too.
If I could stop by her apartment this afternoon to watch The Price is Right, I would update her on what’s happened in my life. I would tell her that Chris proposed a month after she passed away, that I won the opportunity to pick a wedding dress, that I missed her sitting on the couch as I chose my bridal gown, and that I graduated top of my university class. I would explain to her that I missed her at my
bridal showers and that I couldn’t help, but feel jealous that she could attend my sister’s wedding, but not mine. I would tell her that I married the most wonderful man who lets me make fun of Jeopardy contestants and shares our sense of humour. I would tell her that I got to meet Marilyn Denis (who she, my sister and I love) and accidentally made a dark joke that she would have thought was funny, but Marilyn didn’t really get. I would tell her not to feel bad about not being able to be my mom’s best friend anymore, because I’ve taken on that role now and that we talk about her often. I would tell her everything that she’s missed and thank her for everything that she was because she was pretty awesome.
PS. My Grandma was a total Blanche and I’m closer to a Sophia… or maybe it’s the other way around, some days I don’t know.