Monday, June 17, 2019

Growing up & getting older....

Life is good but it's definitely having its ups and downs this year. Mentally, things are good but my body is taking a bloody good beating. Sport, motorbike crashes and possibly age are taking their toll.

Outside of our little family unit, it was a very sad day when Jojo (possibly Ls closest friend) lost her battle with cancer. We all know cancer can be a right ol' fucker. My mum, dad and now little sis have all had it or still have it and are taking the fight to the c*nt but you losing Jojo the other month was a proper kick in the metaphorical nuts for L. 
As friends we don't see enough of one another. Growing up gets in the way and we just don't have the time to make those important physical contacts. Then, when you lose someone (as I still feel about my dad), you feel guilty for not spending enough time with them and only then realising you had so many more questions for them.

Jojo and L taking their foamies down to the surf.....neither of them were any good but they had a blast trying, only eventually to leave them on the sand and just splash about like kids.

In Between injuries, I have actually made some progress with my wakeboarding. A ripped rotator-cuff and then a motorbike crash have taken their toll.

Can't even pop to the shops now, without the Weedude wanting to 'help'.

Playgroup (or whatever it's called) is now a thing and the boy loves it.

One Easter Egg hunt and he was addicted. Every time friends came around, we had to recycle and hide the same eggs - at least it reduced the amount of chocolate he consumed. 

Bumble-bee is no more. Took a spill and killed off the poor machine. With grown-up things getting in the way, I think it'll be a few years until I'm allowed to buy a replacement.

Visiting a Didcot Steam Day was very exciting by all accounts.

Pizza time.

He always needs friends (dinosaurs on this occasion) to share his bathtime.

Getting a new mountain bike and so was checking my kit. I forgot how hard I have hit the ground on occasions.

Syncing-up for the Blenheim Tri.

Kiddies weren't technically allowed in the transition area but the Weedude was oddly allowed in on my shoulders. He gave my bike a quick once-over.

My my best time (slowest for a while) but considering I'd written-off my motorbike a week earlier, I'm ok with it.

It's all about the adventure with the boy at the moment. Either on his own, with Ted (the dog) or with friends.

After a tiring day, a snuggle and a read on my Voit blanket.

She might be old and a tad tatty but already she's been a great little alternative to camping. Unfolding and setting her up takes a couple of minutes - even in the midst of a storm. The Weedude loves 'Kitty' as if she was a member of the family. Explaining to him that it's not his own play-house is sometimes a problem.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Getting personal...

I'm always wondering how personal to get with a blog and over the years, I have just opted to give about  60% picture of my life - obviously the better side of life (usually).

Like a lot of people, I do tend to struggle with this dark side of the year and along with a number of friends, can struggle to keep the black-dog at bay. Had a slight addition to this grey side of life this year....

It'll be 10 years since I lost my dad to cancer(s) later in the year. My mum is what I guess you'd call a cancer survivor and my little sis is presently going through the tail-end of some aggressive cancer treatment. All three of them have had breast cancer and even though we have always tried to give cancer the middle finger and smile about life, it hasn't been and isn't easy. Mum misses dad (as we all do) and my little sis getting hit rather seriously by cancer was a proper kick in the nuts. Obviously it raised a huge number of questions about me and my health. 12 months ago I ripped my shoulder joint muscle and L and the Doc feared I'd had a stroke (I hadn't) but it did result in me having a bucket-load of tests done - they simply pointed out that as a result of a lot of sport over the years, I'm slowly wearing out). They did however find out that I have stupidly high blood pressure but there's not a lot about my lifestyle I can do to change it. So, fast forward a little and you have me talking to my Doc about cancer and cancer in my family. Filled in a huge form and once filled in, it was grim reading and it resulted in me again being sent to see a specialist. My little sis has the geno missing and so she asked me to see about getting tested. I did rock up to see the specialist but after a well-being chat that lasted about 60mins, I decided there was very little point in finding out as I wouldn't do anything differently and my logic is 'what will be, will be'. Getting further tests done to check me out, took a little longer but to reduce the length of this blog, I got the last of the results through last week and I don't have any cancer. I felt  a little bad telling my little sis this but obviously it is very good news. Got to keep an eye on thing but then so does everyone. I might take the geno-test should my boy want to know as he grows up or if I do get hit by the big C but happy not to.

Anyway, I think all this has taken its toll on me a little more than I would like to accept. Thinking I could get some bad news, did get me thinking (I think too much as it is) and I think I have to accept that I'm a grown-up now but there is a big chunk of me that just wants to buy a boat and with my little family, sail away. Being a grown-up is hard work and sometimes it gets to you.

So, there it is. I've shared something a little deeper than usual. I'll return to normal services later.

My little family xx

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Please slow down...

It's an obvious thing to say but I wish the Weedude would just slow down the growing-up. This will be his third Christmas and frankly I can't really remember the previous two.
He remains a beaut of a boy - heart and soul - and does us proud wherever we go. Definitely a people person, he loves being with friends or if they're not available his invisible friend 'Tiger' - Tiger also has a mum and dad who occasionally visit or come to collect him at the end of the day. Tiger has also been known to have the occasional sleep-over.
Physically capable; like his daddy, the Weedude isn't the most resistant to coughs and sneezes.

Tilly (our old dog) has been gone for a year now. We all miss her but I do fear that L misses her the most. In part because it was her who dropped her off at the vets, with complete faith in the fact that she'd be picking her up later in the day 💔 She was a huge part of our family and got us through some really tough times (amazing what dogs can do). A rescue dog that turned into the best friend in the world.

On a more positive front, I have found a new place to go wakeboarding. The winter can be tough to maintain any motivation to get wet (UK weather) and add-in the fact that Tom (who runs the lake I have been using form the last 5yrs) buggers off to warmer climates in the winter, I struggle to drive for over a hour to use the cable at Liquid Leisure (it just lacks soul). Anyway, it seems CJM Ski and Wake might have saved my sanity. At about 40-mins away and more than happy to have L and the Weedude jump in the boat (a beaut of a Centurion) and watch me get beasted for a set. Yeh, the water is going to get colder but Chris has plans to keep the boat going all winter and as long as the lake doesn't freeze over, I'm planning on getting my feet wet that entire time.

Finally.....I'm going to get back to some proper training and do the Blenheim Triathlon again next year. With the 100km run I did last year, I lost all drive to do any running and so had a year off any athletic training. It'll not be a problem but I do seem to have forgotten how to run any distance beyond 6km and swimming more than 300m does feel like a push.

RIP Tilly - 15/11/17

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Almost two...

It was an emotional departure but I said goodbye to 'Bruce'. For the last 6yrs or so Bruce has been my reliable mess of a car. More sticker than car, he had a few faults but eventually we had to say goodbye as it was starting to turn into a pretty one sided relationship 😞

Anyway, I now have a new vehicle. Well, it's not quite new and in fact he's older than Bruce but should last me a few years of carrying kit and Weedude all over the place. What's he called I don't hear you ask - well, he's called Bil. Why; quite obviously because bil is Swedish for car 😜

In other news, ignoring the shite that is occurring on a global scale, things in the clan aren't too shabby. My little sis is giving cancer a bleddy good kicking, the sun is starting to make more of an appearance and we had the longest day of the year today - bring on the summer.

The Weedude turns 2 next month. I'm still trying to get a handle on the dad thing and so getting my head around having a 2yr old is just mental. He still gets me up far too early in the morning and I miss the ability to be selfish about how I spend my time but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't return him. Each day is something different. The last couple of days have been all about the sunnies and backpack.

Inside or out, it doesn't matter. I'm guessing in part it's because my nappy bag is a backpack and I'm always wearing sunnies in the sunshine.

Need to get my arse in gear once I'm off work and sort out Kitty (our little folding caravan). I'm sure given a couple of sunny days and I'd have her at 90% sorted but we've neither had the weather or time the last month or so. Once she's sorted and then my little fam will be able to head off for mini-adventures by the coast or lake.