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Draw My Life: Martina’s Story

April 26, 2013


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It’s my Draw My Life story! It’s a me, Mario! I mean, Martio! I mean…Martina…O….

Whoa guise, like whoa these take a long time. I was like, “this should be fun and easy!” Okay, it was fun, but I spent hours writing out what I was going to say, and then about 8 hours to do all the drawings, seriously. Then, you have to record your voice into a mic and then re-time the drawings to match the story, but I drew too many things!!! I’m sorry! When I had to fast-forward everything, I found the pictures getting all blurred and lots of little text got kind of washed away. Then I drew too much, so I had to cut half the drawing out, and so my pen might pop up randomly but hopefully it won’t bug you too much. Bah! I’ll learn for next time! Which there shan’t be! Or maybe…Draw My Life Spudgy? Meemers?

Trying to mush important aspects of your life into an under 12 minute segment is pretty tough. From the other YouTuber videos I watched, most of the YouTubers aren’t married, so there is an entire story they don’t have to fit in! I wanted to talk about Simon and our marriage, but because Simon talked about it I left it out. Not fair!!! He got all the mushy bits! Some of the stuff I didn’t put in that I would have liked to was about my family. I didn’t get the chance to really tell you all about my childhood and all the good memories I had.

I would have loved to talked more about my parents, and my Baka, and my Nana and Grandaddy who were a HUGE part of my life. I mentioned our family was small. Seven people all together (with cousins that live in Croatia and Newfoundland) that we didn’t see often. My grandparents were a big part of my life, and with them I really had the chance to experience two opposing sides of life.

Growing up in Toronto, I got to go shopping with my Baka at the Eaton Centre, ride the subway, and visit all different parts of city to pick up speciality Croatian food with labels I couldn’t understand. My Baka, like Simon’s parents, had fled her home country, during a war and arrived in Canada a widow who was very very poor. She taught me how to be thrifty but without sacrificing style. Buying normally expensive clothing on sale during the end of season, sewing things to last longer, choosing clothing based on what it was made of so it would last, rather than buying ten articles of cheap clothing that lasted a year. She was an amazing dresser despite not being wealthy and she really taught me how to save money wisely. Every single Sunday we had ah-ha-mazing dinners at my Baka’s apartment, who was just a phenomenal cook. We spent every Christmas Eve at my Baka’s home where we would search the building for signs of Santa, and when we’d return with nothing, I’d be shocked that the tree had gifts under it.

In the summer time I went to Nova Scotia to visit my Nana and Grandaddy where I spent most of my time swimming in a lake or playing in their wonderful garden. My Nana and I would play cribbage and make preserves to store in her cellar, and my grandaddy and I would don rubber boots, a soapy spray bottle, and flashlights to search the garden at night time for pesky slugs trying to eat the vegetables. They grew peas, beans, carrots, tomatoes, lettuce, rhubarb, and berries. There is NOTHING so cool as going to the garden to pull up a carrot and some lettuce for dinner that night. My grandaddy and I were both night owls, so we’d sit up in the kitchen while everyone else was asleep and we’d look over flyers from the local supermarket. We’d cut out coupons and circle those items we wanted to buy, and once 24 hour grocery stores started to exist, we’d head out to buy discounted end-of-the-day cookies and pies, and we’d make toast and warm milk and read comics together. Since the town my Nana and grandaddy lived in wasn’t very busy (Bedford), I really learned how to be calm, relax, and just enjoy nature.

I could really go on, I haven’t even talked about my awesome parents, but I will say this to intrigue you. They were both high school teachers and I went to the same school they taught at! That was good fun. :D

Anyhoo I hope you enjoyed this loooong video. I’m not sure how many people can relate to a lot of what I said about EDS, because not a lot of people have it, but I’m also curious if anyone watching this video has EDS or knows someone with it because I’ve never actually met anyone else with it!

If you do want to know more about it, though, I recommend two sites that might be helpful! (The second site requires you to sign up to read and comment!)



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