Meme... Day 2 - Your first love, Day 3 - Your parents....
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings (I don't have siblings)
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment
Day 2 - Your first love
My first love, uh? I have NO idea... Since I was bullied in school, I didn't have any boyfriends or were dating. No pity, it is just a fact. Of course I swooned over pretty boys anyway, but my first boyfriend.... my first love... I didn't get my first real boyfriend until I was in my 20's. And I did love him then. I did. But he turned out to be an asshole whose true love turned out to be his guitarrs and... his ego. :-P I don't think I had a boyfriend before that....
Hey, spicehobbit! We didn't have boyfriends in school, did we? My memory fails, but I don't think so. :-P
Day 3 - Your parents.
My mom is a citygirl who feel in love with the countryboy. X-D Well, it is true. ;-)
My father grew up on his parents farm with his two older brothers. It was hard work, and they all had to help from they were really small, even while he got his education as a mechanic. It was quite the old fashioned upbring, since my grandparents were quite old fashioned, but loving. And when it was time for his military service he went away and did so (like all young men in Sweden had to do at the time). Of course, he liked to go dancing to (even if he was never that good at it...), so when they had some time off they went into the city center to do so, dance and meet girls...
My mother on the other hand grew up in the city with two hard working parents and her little sister. She loved to go out on the country to though, since my grandpa used to work as a hired man on different farms before he started to work at a factory (grandma was a stay at home mom). And my mom loved to dance... Still does. My grandparents did to. And they brought their two daughters with them really early. My mom was only 13 when they brought her with them, and six years later when my aunt was 13 they brought her with them to, the whole family going out dancing about once a week. (Not to party and drink, mind. Just dancing.)
Both sisters continued doing this growing up and as young adults by them selfs once they got big enough. (Well, not my aunt, mind... she just followed her big sis...) They got boyfriends, and left them and found new ones and had fun together...
Then one evening mom got her eyes on this muscular lean guy with dark, nearly black hair, looong sideburns and sweet eyes. And clogs. (My moms description, just saying...) They danced all night that night, and my dad started to ask this spunky city-girl out...
It didn't take long before I showed my ugly head, and four years later my brother to. X-D
And the rest is, as they say, history. ;-)
So I had quite the interesting upbring, you could say. My dad could be very oldfashined with some stuff, but very open with others. My mom could be very stern with some stuff, and very open with others... All in all it was a very tough love upbring. We did something wrong? You bet your sweet ass, we found out. My mom has much more off a temper then dad did... He got so, so much patience and nearly never got angry. But when he did... Ho boy... You did NOT wanna be there. He could be a bit thick-skulled sometimes, but... *shrug* He was a farmboy head, hand and heart.
First time my parents traveled abroad was when they visited me in the USA. (Not counting Scandinavia, they loved traveling around the nordic countries.) Was the first time they flew a plane to. I had SO much fun with them there, and was so impressed with my dad... This farmboy, who couldn't speak english, but was always always so very curious at things had SUCH a blast there, you wouldn't believe.
Both my mom and dad was always proud of us, no matter what we did and even if they did not agree with us, they were proud of the choices we made.
(OK, I am a bit sniffy and teary here... *writes on*)
As you probably got from reading all that, my dad died... quite early. He was only 47 years old when he died. Still strong as hell (take my word for it... the muscles on that man... even if he was a bit overweight..) and the times he got sick during his life, I can count on one hand. Then, when he was at the hospital to do a hip surgery in our capital and had packed up to meet mom at the trainstation...
He just feel over and died within seconds.
There were 4 Doctors + 7 - 8 nurses that worked on him at the time. They couldn't bring him back. They think it was the heart who just gave up, or his lungs. We don't know. Didn't do an autopsy. Neither mom, me or my brother wanted to.
*dries tears* *smiles*
It is 8 years ago, and we still miss his loud, boisterous laugh... His smile... and oh gawd, to be hugged by those strong arms... To tease him for the gray hairs in his big beard (who he blamed on us, his kids). To trip over his clogs. To work on cars with him, even if I never got how to do it as well as my brother did. He was so proud I got into an University, the first in the family to do so...
I was supposed to call him the night before he died. I never got around to do so. I regret it to this day.
My mom misses him to, of course. As my brother does. And it was a couple of really tough years there after he died. He left something for me, apparently. I inherited his stable, strong supportive mind... so I was a bit of a support system for both mom and my brother there for quite a few years.
Mom is still working as an assitant nurse and loving it so fucking much. So proud of her. She got kicked from her old job, and was unemployed for almost a year until she got a new job at the hospital where she once started her career... at the age of 58. She has also done a gastric bypass surgery since she has always been very very overweight... well, obese really. It it has worked as a charm. She is losing weight like there is no tomorrow, getting healthier and happier. Her knees, who were about to give up under her weight is much better now and she and my aunt has taken up their old favorite hobby... They go out dancing. A lot. :-D I am so damn happy to hear that, and she is all giggly and happy everytime I talk to her now. I mean, sure. She still misses dad. And has photos everywhere off him in her house. The house he fixed up for us. But she lives again. And that. Makes me so fucking happy. :-)
So yeah. :-) That's my parents. My mom is being a crazy cat-lady in the house dad fixed up for her, and my dad... Well, he is still here... *taps head* and here... *points to heart* And will always be.
*dries tears* *smiles*
Felt good to write that. :-)
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings (I don't have siblings)
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment
Day 2 - Your first love
My first love, uh? I have NO idea... Since I was bullied in school, I didn't have any boyfriends or were dating. No pity, it is just a fact. Of course I swooned over pretty boys anyway, but my first boyfriend.... my first love... I didn't get my first real boyfriend until I was in my 20's. And I did love him then. I did. But he turned out to be an asshole whose true love turned out to be his guitarrs and... his ego. :-P I don't think I had a boyfriend before that....
Hey, spicehobbit! We didn't have boyfriends in school, did we? My memory fails, but I don't think so. :-P
Day 3 - Your parents.
My mom is a citygirl who feel in love with the countryboy. X-D Well, it is true. ;-)
My father grew up on his parents farm with his two older brothers. It was hard work, and they all had to help from they were really small, even while he got his education as a mechanic. It was quite the old fashioned upbring, since my grandparents were quite old fashioned, but loving. And when it was time for his military service he went away and did so (like all young men in Sweden had to do at the time). Of course, he liked to go dancing to (even if he was never that good at it...), so when they had some time off they went into the city center to do so, dance and meet girls...
My mother on the other hand grew up in the city with two hard working parents and her little sister. She loved to go out on the country to though, since my grandpa used to work as a hired man on different farms before he started to work at a factory (grandma was a stay at home mom). And my mom loved to dance... Still does. My grandparents did to. And they brought their two daughters with them really early. My mom was only 13 when they brought her with them, and six years later when my aunt was 13 they brought her with them to, the whole family going out dancing about once a week. (Not to party and drink, mind. Just dancing.)
Both sisters continued doing this growing up and as young adults by them selfs once they got big enough. (Well, not my aunt, mind... she just followed her big sis...) They got boyfriends, and left them and found new ones and had fun together...
Then one evening mom got her eyes on this muscular lean guy with dark, nearly black hair, looong sideburns and sweet eyes. And clogs. (My moms description, just saying...) They danced all night that night, and my dad started to ask this spunky city-girl out...
It didn't take long before I showed my ugly head, and four years later my brother to. X-D
And the rest is, as they say, history. ;-)
So I had quite the interesting upbring, you could say. My dad could be very oldfashined with some stuff, but very open with others. My mom could be very stern with some stuff, and very open with others... All in all it was a very tough love upbring. We did something wrong? You bet your sweet ass, we found out. My mom has much more off a temper then dad did... He got so, so much patience and nearly never got angry. But when he did... Ho boy... You did NOT wanna be there. He could be a bit thick-skulled sometimes, but... *shrug* He was a farmboy head, hand and heart.
First time my parents traveled abroad was when they visited me in the USA. (Not counting Scandinavia, they loved traveling around the nordic countries.) Was the first time they flew a plane to. I had SO much fun with them there, and was so impressed with my dad... This farmboy, who couldn't speak english, but was always always so very curious at things had SUCH a blast there, you wouldn't believe.
Both my mom and dad was always proud of us, no matter what we did and even if they did not agree with us, they were proud of the choices we made.
(OK, I am a bit sniffy and teary here... *writes on*)
As you probably got from reading all that, my dad died... quite early. He was only 47 years old when he died. Still strong as hell (take my word for it... the muscles on that man... even if he was a bit overweight..) and the times he got sick during his life, I can count on one hand. Then, when he was at the hospital to do a hip surgery in our capital and had packed up to meet mom at the trainstation...
He just feel over and died within seconds.
There were 4 Doctors + 7 - 8 nurses that worked on him at the time. They couldn't bring him back. They think it was the heart who just gave up, or his lungs. We don't know. Didn't do an autopsy. Neither mom, me or my brother wanted to.
*dries tears* *smiles*
It is 8 years ago, and we still miss his loud, boisterous laugh... His smile... and oh gawd, to be hugged by those strong arms... To tease him for the gray hairs in his big beard (who he blamed on us, his kids). To trip over his clogs. To work on cars with him, even if I never got how to do it as well as my brother did. He was so proud I got into an University, the first in the family to do so...
I was supposed to call him the night before he died. I never got around to do so. I regret it to this day.
My mom misses him to, of course. As my brother does. And it was a couple of really tough years there after he died. He left something for me, apparently. I inherited his stable, strong supportive mind... so I was a bit of a support system for both mom and my brother there for quite a few years.
Mom is still working as an assitant nurse and loving it so fucking much. So proud of her. She got kicked from her old job, and was unemployed for almost a year until she got a new job at the hospital where she once started her career... at the age of 58. She has also done a gastric bypass surgery since she has always been very very overweight... well, obese really. It it has worked as a charm. She is losing weight like there is no tomorrow, getting healthier and happier. Her knees, who were about to give up under her weight is much better now and she and my aunt has taken up their old favorite hobby... They go out dancing. A lot. :-D I am so damn happy to hear that, and she is all giggly and happy everytime I talk to her now. I mean, sure. She still misses dad. And has photos everywhere off him in her house. The house he fixed up for us. But she lives again. And that. Makes me so fucking happy. :-)
So yeah. :-) That's my parents. My mom is being a crazy cat-lady in the house dad fixed up for her, and my dad... Well, he is still here... *taps head* and here... *points to heart* And will always be.
*dries tears* *smiles*
Felt good to write that. :-)