My Dad drove up Tuesday morning with my sister Courtney for a quick one-night visit. Dad and his wife Gail are retiring next summer and in preparation, they went and bought themselves a motor home. The original plan was to store it here until they retire, but a friend closer to their Vancouver location offered to keep it on his acreage, so our acreage wasn’t needed. Dad still wanted to see this batch of his grandchildren, his wife told him to drive up on his days off anyway, my sister has the same days off as Dad, and so they came.

I am my father’s daughter in a lot of ways. I make friends easily, I have a dry wit, I make groan-worthy puns, and I have the same dark, curly hair. I have the ‘Moran build’ (broad shoulders and hips, build muscle quickly), I laugh easily (and loudly), and I love to tell stories. That is the point on which my Dad and I have connected the most since I started writing my stories here seven years ago, I think. He is a tour bus driver and spends his days both telling stories and taking in new ones. He reads my site faithfully, and will often pick up the phone (or sometimes comment, ALL IN CAPS LOCK, because he doesn’t know any other way) when something resonates with him.

When people ask me why I started blogging, I state the reason that I started in the first place, and why I continue to this day: To share photos and stories about me and my family, for those we love who are far away. Over the years, ‘those we love’ has grown to be more than just family and close friends, and is now a larger community of so many people who know and love us, both online and off.

While visiting with my Dad while he was here, it hit me that another reason that I tell our stories is because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t remember them.

He told stories of his Mom and Dad (my Grandma and Grandpa) and stories of his Grandma (Emily looks exactly like her). He also told random stories of different conversations and connections from forty years ago. FORTY YEARS AGO. I can’t even remember that funny thing that Graham said yesterday, because I didn’t write it down.

(I can also watch a movie fifty times (See: The Avengers) and not be able to remember a single quote. Well, except for the one that Matthew keeps quoting because he loves it so.)

(You people are so PETTY. And TINY. ~ THOR)

Speaking of petty, and tiny, while watching The Avengers with Courtney after the kids went to bed, I received the following comment on a post:

I can’t follow you anymore.  I just can’t.  I could write your posts.  I’m sad, I’m happy, winter sucks, skiing is great, my kids are awesome, blah, blah.  It’s been a good run.  Good luck.

I literally laughed out loud. I was getting lambasted for … writing about my life? Like I’ve done for seven years? And because my kids are awesome?

The thing is, my kids are awesome. They are so awesome that I want to document their awesomeness because they need to hear it. Who doesn’t want to hear about their good qualities and the good times? I don’t have my dad’s ability to dig into his cognitive vault and tell stories from my childhood that I had forgotten about. I am so glad that the kids and I can scroll through old posts and laugh and smile and say, Oh! Remember when we did that?

It may be boring, and it may not interest you, and maybe you could write the exact same stories. I honestly don’t care. I do this for me, because if I didn’t force myself to sit here a few days a week to document our memories, they would fade away. I also do this for them.

Because they are not only awesome, they rule the Universe.


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  1. Rhi October 25, 2012 8:45 am edit

    They are awesome. Just like you. ;-)

  2. angella October 27, 2012 8:49 pm edit

    Just like Henry is awesome. Just like you.

  3. ememby October 25, 2012 8:59 am edit

    And that’s exactly it… the stories, the memories… I hope someday my boys will be able to read that their mom was sometimes funny, that we all had fun together and that no matter what life throws at you, there is always hope.

  4. angella October 27, 2012 8:50 pm edit


  5. Mrs. Wilson October 25, 2012 10:27 am edit

    I think the reason the generation ahead of us can remember stories so well is that they’re told over and over, like how the Israelites did it before the Bible was around. The stories are told, the stories are remembered, the stories are told to the next generation.

    I’m with you, though. I don’t remember anything, which is why I have a blog! And a twitter feed! Where I write down ALL THE FUNNY THINGS my children say.

    Thank God for blogs. :)

  6. angella October 27, 2012 8:53 pm edit

    Indeed. To all of this. :)

  7. Mrs. Wilson October 25, 2012 11:06 am edit

    Oh, and another thing I thought of as I was driving the kids to school. I also want to buy a motorhome when I retire. :)

  8. Loukia October 25, 2012 11:18 am edit

    I’m so bad at telling stories or remembering important things… my children are even better at it than I am! And listening to grandparents talk… that’s something else… they remember everything and I have to go back to read facebook status updates!

  9. angella October 27, 2012 9:52 pm edit

    Me tooooo.

  10. Kami October 25, 2012 11:52 am edit

    Yes, you have to do it for you, no one else. I remember nothing either and love going back to the old blog archives. If we all want to read, great, if not, who cares :) That shouldn’t be why you do this, though I admit the comments and love are very motivating.

    That reminds me. I should blog.

  11. angella October 27, 2012 9:53 pm edit

    Comments and love ARE motivating. I blame FB/Twitter for their demise.

  12. Kristabella October 25, 2012 1:14 pm edit

    I never remember anything! That’s a good enough reason to blog! Your kids will appreciate it! And their kids will probably appreciate it even more! :)

  13. angella October 27, 2012 9:54 pm edit

    Yes! Wait. Did you just reference me being a GRANDMA?


  14. heidikins October 25, 2012 1:34 pm edit

    Reasons why I read your blog: because you write “I’m sad, I’m happy, winter sucks, skiing is great, my kids are awesome, blah, blah, blah.”

    That’s all.

  15. angella October 27, 2012 9:55 pm edit

    Reasons why I (love you, and) read your blog: because this comment shows how great you are.

  16. Kendrah October 25, 2012 3:13 pm edit

    I love coming here and reading your stories. Being human is about communication and sharing and documenting and remembering the good, the bad and the ugly. It’s about hearing your favorite song on the radio and about reading something that inspires you to be a better human. I come here when I want to feel like a human again.

  17. angella October 27, 2012 9:56 pm edit

    Thanks, K. MWAH.

  18. Ashley S October 25, 2012 3:56 pm edit

    I always find comments criticising what/how we write entertaining. The last I checked nobody can force you to read a post, in fact you have click to open it! It’s not like we’ve locked them in a room with us, a vat of coffee and nothing but time – these stories are ours to tell, in a space that’s ours to occupy and should you find it less than exhilarating please, by all means keep clicking.

  19. angella October 27, 2012 9:56 pm edit


  20. Amanda Brown October 26, 2012 8:59 am edit

    That comment SUCKED. Honestly. People can be so lame.

    I love that photo, and I love your kids and I love that you write here. :)

  21. angella October 27, 2012 9:56 pm edit

    And I love YOU. See you shortly!

  22. Victoria October 27, 2012 12:45 pm edit

    I’m with Heidikins. I come here to read about your life, sad, happy, skiing, kids, etc.

    It always seems odd to me when people have to comment that they’re no longer following a blog. If I no longer enjoy reading something… I just stop. Perhaps some people just need to feel superior no matter what. Oh well. Glad you laughed at it. It would have hurt my feelings, but I’m kinda wimpy that way.

  23. angella October 27, 2012 9:57 pm edit

    I won’t lie. I was taken aback for a few moments. And THEN I laughed. Because, of course. ;)

  24. D October 28, 2012 6:20 pm edit

    Seriously? Seriously. Petty and tiny indeed.

    I love reading your stories. Even though you like skiing, please don’t stop hating winter. Reading your feelings on the subject every year makes me feel so not alone in mine.

  25. D October 28, 2012 6:21 pm edit

    And I laughed because don’t they know by now that you also periodically write about the stupid comments people make?

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