Do What Makes YOU Happy

What makes you happy? I’m talking genuinely happy. For some it’s friends and family, others enjoy pure solitude. Now let’s think about what can turn our days around without even noticing.

There are two things in my life that change my mood almost instantly. I’m going to give you a hint. It’s actually not my wife and kids, it’s cooking the food I love and music. There is something about the process that is absolutly magical.

It all starts with a thought, tguyhat thought might be “man we need to use up the mushrooms”. From that point I find myself physically and mentally rushing around to see what I can cook that I have never tasted before. In moments like these I find myself putting on music, these tend to be songs that I belt out during the entire process from start to finish.

Growing up my friends and I spent a lot of time at The Stretch cabin. Echo Bay was our playground from sunrise to sunset, often without sleep. I always loved to cook but this is where I found a love for cooking for the people I love.

I was usually the first one up, I would spend 5 minutes clearing the kitchen of miscellaneous beer cans and bottles of Baby Duck. Soon after, you could hear music throughout the cabin, as I was in my happy place. Bodies would start to crawl out of the bedrooms and off the couches to the smell of breakfast. This would go on from the moment we got up till the time we hit the hay. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner was where I loved to be.

To this day, I love to have my close friends and family over so that I have a reason to create a new experience. Food is a powerful way to express your feelings and emotions. To some, it’s simply a waste of time and only something they must do to live. For others it’s simply life itself. How someone prepares food can tell you a lot about that person.

From Hotdogs to Maple Roasted Red Pepper Gnocchi, I hope that everyone I cook for can feel the love I put forth. Give me a fridge full of food and some Biggie Smalls, and Big Poppa is going to make sure your tummy is fed and your heart is full.

N.R.W

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Fathers Day

Ok so I’m a few days late. In all honesty, I tried to get this out on Fathers Day I really did. Here’s the deal: life happened. I got hit with three days of depression and migraines. Now I’m not here to make excuses, but shit happens.

It took me three days to get out of this slump. It took me three days to evaluate my mood and tell myself to smarten the fuck up. It’s not always as easy as it seems but like I said before, it’s up to me and me only to decide how my day goes. I let myself down and allowed myself to stay down.

Depression is about balance and being aware of your mood. It’s not always easy and the lows seem to get lower and lower. It might be hard at times, but it’s important to stay open and always remember to keep talking. Talk to anyone you can because bottled up emotion is a goddamn time bomb waiting to happen.

So again, I know I’m a few days late but……..

Happy fathers day to every Dad and Step Dad out there! This includes every single Mom, grandparent, Aunt, Uncle, and family friend who has ever stepped up when a child was in need.

N.R.W

Proud Daddy

Proud is an understatement, my heart is absolutly filled to the top with all sorts of feels.

If my house is anything like everyother parents then dinner time can be a pain in the ass.

Thing 1 – I don’t want to eat that.

Thing 2 – Throws fork on the ground

Thing 3- Crying

Tonight was going very smooth, then BOOM. That’s right all hell broke loose at the kitchen table. Two of the three kids were crying, there was rice and cutlery everywhere. The girls made dessert before dinner, chocolate mousse and Butterscotch pudding or “Hopscotch pudding” as my oldest calls it. We had a game plan, everyone eat good and then we were able to have two that’s right TWO desserts.

So the melt down is in full swing and then out of nowhere my oldest comes to the rescue. Her baby sister needs to eat 5 small bites of her chicken and then it was dessert heaven, however, she was not and will not calm down. So there she is, my first born baby girl, calming her sister down and doing the oldschool “airplane” move.

She has calmed her down, she gets her to eat all the chicken and absolutely killing the parenting game. My wife has the biggest smile ear to ear and says to her.

Mom- “You are going to be the best mom ever sweetie”

Thing 1 – Smiles and starts to blush “thanks momma”

My heart skipped a beat, my face hurt from smiling and I have never felt so proud in my life. Now for the people who know my daughter, at the age of almost 5, she wants nothing more then to become a mom. My baby girl absolutely melted my heart today. She is such a strong little woman already and she continues to blow me away with her positive winning attitude.

She took control of a situation and absolutely crushed it, at just under 5 years old she carried herself as if she too was a parent. I saw characteristics in her that I don’t see in most adults today.

Needless to say she got her two desserts and then some. It is moments like these that I do not have the words to describe how PROUD I am of my family.

What are some of your PROUD moments? Is there one that just sticks out in your memory or maybe you have a hand full? I want to hear them, comment below or tag someone who has a unique or heartwarming story. I look forward to hearing from you all.

N.R.W

Kindergarten

Orientation day!

Honestly I let my anxiety and hard feelings towards school get in the way a bit today.

My daughter is so excited to start her journey into the world of learning. As a father I’m excited for her. All hard feelings aside, there is a lot to learn in grade school and I’m anxious to watch her learn and grow.

Grade school was a very hard time for me. I went to three school by the time I was 9, which at the time made it very hard to make friends.

“Oh great not another boy!”

This was something I heard, from who ironically later in life became one of my best friends and she actually introduced me to my amazing wife. At the time it hurt but it was something I was used to. I was picked on a lot due to my size so I learned to hide my feelings and bottle everything up.

Always being the outsider I needed a way to “fit in”, so naturally I acted out. In “school” standard I wasn’t very bright, I did poor in class and well homework was not a priority. I hid my report cards and threw away notes from my teachers.

“if you keep this up your going to be no one in life”

“no Nick you need to do it this way, your way is wrong”

I knew from a very young age that school was not a place for me. By grade 12 I worked from 530am to 1030am then I went to school then back to work after class. At the time I had a 3rd period class which I would show up to late due to my work schedual and my teacher constantly harped on me for it. One day I had enough after he called me out in front of everyone.

Teacher -” Nick you come in here late everyday, your dressed in dirty clothes, you seem tired and distracted and your wasting my time”

Teenage Nick ” Oh I’m sorry, iv put in more hours already today then you will put in all week, so dont tell me im wasting your time” (there might have been some foul language in there)

Needless to say I quickly dropped that class and honestly never looked back. Now I’m not here to bash school, I’m not even entirely sure where I was going with that story but oh well.

Honestly I hope my kids grow up having the time of their life in school. I want them to have memories of their favorite teacher and “that one time in grade 4 when we…”. It turns out when you go to 5 different schools you end up with a lot of different friends and even more interesting stories. More then anything i want my children to leave school with amazing memories, and hopefully no debt(that ball is in my court I know).

To my baby girl, your growing up too fast for mom and me but that’s ok. Your going to learn lots both hard lessons and lessons that will come easy. Your going to make friends and lose friends but it’s all part of the process. Just remember to never stop learning, always go after your dreams and never give up on yourself. YOU have the choice to be happy and to enjoy your life. Listen generously, you might learn something from the most unexpected person. One last thing, BE YOURSELF. You are what makes you amazing, if someone doesn’t like it, so what. Your going to do great baby girl, go take what’s yours and never look back because you can’t change what’s already done but you sure as hell can build the road to where you want to go.

N.R.W

Migraines Part Deux

Ok so, awhile back I wrote this article about migraines. This is a follow up post that I have been contemplating for awhile now. I told myself when I started this blog that I was going to be 100 percent me, I’m not entirely sure why I was really contemplating anything. I have found 80 percent pain free days with the help of Medical Marijuana.

Let me tell you fine folks about how CBD Oils have literally changed my life. I went from taking 2 to 3 different pain medications a day, along with 2 different antidepressants, as well as having a back up (narcotic) just in case nothing else worked……. to NO MORE PILLS!!!!!

I know there are some of you who think it’s absolutely absurd, but guess what…. I dont give a damn what you think. I now live a life without a constant head ache. I went from having pain every single moment of my damn day to 2 maybe 3 hours A WEEK. I feel as if I’m free, free from something that has literally held me back from day to day activities.

I have changed a few thing in my day to day, minimal caffeine (I sneak a Coke here and there). I have now been alcohol free since February, ya that’s right no more weekend whiskeys. I also drink a Shakeology shake everyday. I have actually found that if I dont drink a shake, by the end of the day my head will start to aggravate me.

This combination has given me a new life, a life that I am no longer haunted with the possibility of being immobilized by pain. I feel like a new man to be honest. I do this super weird thing called sleep, all my medications before literally kept me awake until my body just shut down and I would sleep for a few days.

I feel as if I’m a better father and honestly a better husband. I dont scare my kids anymore when “daddy puked because he has a headache” or “daddy needs help walking because his head hurts”.

I’m not afraid to be alone with my kids, that’s right I was literally afraid to be alone with my kids.

So around this time last year, my wife was away on business for a few days and the girls and I were having a “girls week”. I ended up staying home all week due to my youngest puking about 3 hours after mom left. So we had a week of at home snuggles and tea parties, and that weekend we finally ventured out with Nana (my momma). We had a beautiful day at the park ending with some ice cream. We got the icecream and a wave hit me, a wave of pure agonizing pain. I asked my mom if she would watch the kids while I went home and slept for a bit. I’m not entirely sure how I made it home, all I remember was getting to my house and when I got to my room, I blacked out from the pain and woke up 6 hours later on the floor to my dad pounding on the door. This was why I was scared to be alone with my children. How am I supposed to take care of them if I can’t function.

IM FREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

If there is anyone out there thinking about the idea of medical marijuana, DO IT. I’m serious, there are options out there for everyone. Get that “stoner” stigma out of your head.

My new life is beautiful.

N.R.W

The little things.

The little things might possibly be one of the most important aspects of life, and very few people seem to take them in.

I regret very little in my life, but not taking in the small visit with Grandma here and the “missed” dinner there, is something I can never get back.

This weekend we had Easter dinner at my mom’s and had an amazing visit with my second cousin Orest and Great Uncle Peter. I haven’t spent a lot of time with my great uncle but this past year my family has been able to spend a few very memorable evenings with him, evenings that will last a lifetime.

Dinner was perfect and as usual, I ate way too much, so I’m sitting there in a food coma. I look around, on one end my girls are pestering my boy and on the other adults are immersed in conversation.

Uncle Peter, however, was enjoying the little things. The joy and look of pure happiness as he watched the kids play, is something only movies and stories are able to capture. At that moment, I realized the impact such a small event can have on an individual.

Uncle Peter thank you for unknowingly teaching me the importance of soaking in the little things. The joy I was able to witness will forever be engraved in my memories.

Call that person you miss, knock on your great aunt and uncles door, don’t wish you would have or say ” I should”. Reach out, it might be the most important conversation you will ever have with that certain someone.

N.R.W

My Pride Land

When the hell did I get so God damn soft?

One of my all-time favourite movies growing up was Lion King (hopefully I don’t get in shit for using the title). I and my wife share the love of the movie, it was actually a very vital piece to the puzzle in how I turned into the luckiest man alive. So we sit down for a movie night with the kids and decide to watch this magnificent masterpiece and holy shit did I ever forget about how fucking sad a certain scene is (everyone should know what I’m talking about).

I can’t let my little ones watch this? Wait my parents let me watch this, what the hell were they thinking? Then it hit me like a slap in the face. Unknowingly I have taken in this new age mentality of protecting our children from absolutely everything.

First things first I threw that thought right out the window. Here is the thing, do you guys remember the scene where father and son are up on the……. of course you do. My philosophy on that scene goes like this. Our lives on this planet are how we perceive it, some people take the bad for good and others the good for bad. Everywhere where the light touches are up to ourselves to decide if we turn right or left or choose to look at the glass half full or half empty. Now where the sun does not go is the absolute inevitable, this is where pain and suffering come into play.

We all experience pain and suffering at some point in time. Now the tricky part it teaching our children how to deal with it. There is no right way of doing this but there is a wrong one. Allowing your children to believe it’s all sunshine and rainbows will eventually lead to a breakdown or ultimately, failure.

My Pride Land is a safe space for my family to learn both the good and bad aspects of life. I will protect them with all my power but I will always encourage good and bad mistakes and failure, if we do not learn from our mistakes and learn how to deal with pain or suffering then we can never learn to heal and mend what is “broken”.

Pain is an amazing thing, it allows us to not only feel life at its lowest point but also shows us that all pain is temporary.

N.R.W

PLYR PLYR

So what do you do when you get an email from PLYR Golf ? You go out and buy 8L of milk, that’s what the hell you do.

So 1 year ago, to almost the exact day, I go on a little boys trip to you guessed it. FINAL FOUR BABY! Ok I might be a bit upset about not being able to go this year, but delayed gratification is an amazing thing.

On this trip I got to know this young man who is with our group and we start to talk about life, he asks me pretty much everything about being a young father, and the daily duty that goes along with it. It turns out that this young man sitting next to me is the owner of this company that I have seen everyone around town and on social media supporting. From the little young guns to the 70 year old 100 yards down the pipe beauty. This Company is called PLYR Golf.

I knew right then and there this guy was going to do something special. When I got home I had to message him, I know I don’t mean shit in the big picture but oh well. “Hey man, I just wanted to let you know that you have a good head on your shoulders and I believe in what your doing. Chase that dream and don’t stop till it’s yours.”

This leads us to this email. I have been given an opportunity to support PLYR in a new way, my way, the dad way. I believe in going after opportunities when you believe in them and that some times you need to make those opportunities happen. Thats what PLYR was built on so I’m all in on helping out anyway I can.

http://www.plyrgolf.com

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Check it out, you won’t be disappointed.

N.R.W

Temper temper

So the kids won tonight. Yes that’s right, the young bloods got the best of dad and let me tell you, I feel like a POS about it.

Does that make me a bad dad? I sure as hell feel like one that’s forsure. It’s not their fault every event that took place these past few days lead to me losing my cool for 15… ok maybe 30 seconds. That doesn’t make me a bad dad though, does it?

We teach our kids to calm down, take a deep breath, and relax. This is so they can sit back, take a look at what is really going on, and realize that their break downs are really not important. So guess who had a little temper tantrum trying to teach them about not throwing temper tantrums? You all guessed it this big dumb dumb. Boy oh boy do I feel stupid, but guess what? I have to deal with my actions, suck it up, and admit to my kids that even daddy makes mistakes and isn’t the prince charming superman they know and love (well I’m more of a Bruce Wayne kind of guy but that’s neither here nor there).

I’m not really sure how some of you guys out there keep it so cool like a god damn cucumber like 200 percent of the time. Right now I’m going to just blame it on my parents like my kids do to me.

On a serious note, do I feel terrible? Absolutly, I’m human. If I told them I was perfect, I’m sure I would go up in flames. Everyone shows weakness at some point in time, in some form or another. It’s about showing your kids that even us as parents make mistakes, and are constantly learning how to be better at this game of life.

If your kids win, don’t beat yourself up over it. You take that big L and get your ass up and learn from your mistakes just like we teach our kids.

N.R.W

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