Happy Birthday & a 3.5 million dollar Flintstone's inspired house...

Before I get to the actual post, today is my awesome boyfriend's 27th birthday! Yes, his birthday is exactly 2 weeks after mine. Which also makes him the first guy I've dated that's been younger than me, even if it is only by 14 days. He jokes that dating older guys is clearly where I had been going wrong. Though really, he's always been pretty mature for his age and people always think I'm younger anyway, haha. I'm making him an awesome dinner and one of his favorite cakes for his birthday cake. Then he'll be in bed by 10 PM since he gets up for work at 4 AM Tuesday through Saturday. Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the one person who knows what a weird mess I am and loves me anyway because he's just as weird. <3 

Now, on to the Flintstone's house!

A friend of mine that works in design sent me a picture of a Flintstone's inspired house yesterday. It looked awesome but she found the image on Tumblr so I decided to use Google to see if I could track down such a unique house.

Turns out, that was the easiest search ever. The first link Google showed was of the house in question. It also happened to have plenty of photos and explained that the house belongs to the late Dick Clark. 






















I loved watching The Flintstone's cartoon as a little kid so of course I find this house to be completely badass. Plus, who else has anything like that? It's definitely unique. And for the cool price of 3.5 million dollars, that charming little house could be all yours!


Now if I could win a whole lot of money, I could make a Batman inspired house that would knock this Flintstone's house down a few pegs on the coolness meter. ;)

Happy Friday!

Wordless Wednesday...

Wordless Wednesday :)














(L-R: Pavel Bure, Wayne Gretzky, Paul Kariya, Jaromir Jagr, Mario Lemieux, Eric Lindros, Gordie Howe)



















































HAPPY WEDNESDAY!

It's my birthday! And stuff...

Happy Birthday to me!

I turn 27 today. This week, I've had SO MANY PEOPLE ask me if I'm getting anxious or sad about getting closer to 30 and if I feel old, stuff like that. My answer is no. I've never worried about age or getting old and likely never will. That's how life is. You have a birthday, 365 days go by, you have another and boom you're another year older. That's not something that will change for as long as you're alive so what's the point in worrying or stressing about it? And honestly, 30 is hardly old. Far from it in my opinion.


For my actual birthday, I won't be doing much. I'm going to bake myself some apple muffins and cook myself whatever the hell I feel like for dinner. Then see if I can get my boyfriend to clean up the kitchen and do the dishes for me, since it's my birthday and all. Then I'll watch sports or a movie or do something relaxing at home for a little bit whilst spending time with the boyfriend. I need to go to bed fairly early though and I want to get more than 3 or 4 hours of sleep because Saturday is going to be long and busy.


I have to be up early Saturday so I can bake some stuff for several costumers and then I'll be going to my youngest brother's hockey game that's at 11 AM. Then there will be various running around doing things. Then I'm having a birthday dinner that night evening since the people I'm having dinner with would not have been in town on Friday. Well, most of them would not have been anyway. Then after my birthday dinner, I'll be going out with my boyfriend and a group of my friends to consume some alcoholic beverages and get into shenanigans. 

My mom posted this on my Facebook and I wanted to share it on here for some reason, so...:

"Twenty-seven years ago, at 3:40 am I was blessed with the FIRST of 4 amazing and beautiful free spirited children. You are often imitated but never duplicated. Through 27 years we have often had out share of issues, you being bull headed and stubborn....set on your path, forging ahead. Me being concerned and not really knowing how to handle you....but trying anyway.

It has been a journey, watching you grow and mature, watching you and Shane become a couple and move forward. TODAY I CELEBRATE YOU and all that you are, all that you were and all that you will become."

Suck it, Hallmark. Also, that's possibly the most truthful and accurate thing my mom has ever said to me without being overly mushy. 

Last year was super challenging but mostly good. This year has been rough so far but I'm always looking forward and trying to keep my generally positive realistic outlook about things. I've learned that there will never be a day that I have it all figured out and I'm pretty much okay with that. 

Happy Friday!

And Happy Birthday to any other June 15th babies out there. :D

It's been a year since he died..

Today is the birthday of one of my younger brothers. He turns 26 today. I turn 27 on June 15th making me not even a full year older than he is. He lives in Northern California so I won't see him today. I can't exactly remember the last time we celebrated birthdays together though it was at some point when I lived out in California years ago. 

Today is also the date that makes it one year since our grandfather passed away. I remember sitting in my aunt's living room, we knew his time was getting closer and all I could hope for was that he would pass before midnight struck on the 8th or hold on for another day so he didn't pass on my brother's birthday. I know it seems like a silly thing to hope for but no one wants the day of their birth, a day most people celebrate, to be a day that is also marked as the loss of someone you love who was an important person in your life. You can celebrate their life, remember the good times, all that stuff but it still hurts. There's no amount of happy memories and laughter that can fill that void where that person used to be. Those things just make it easier to deal with.


I sat in my aunt's living room and after the clock was passed midnight, I knew it wouldn't be much longer. Maybe I was just bracing myself for it to happen, I don't know. I didn't sleep much. I was tired but I felt restless. Around 6 AM, we got the news, he was gone. I remember feeling like I needed to cry but being unable to. In a way, I was happy he wasn't in pain anymore and it was hard at that moment to be sad about him dying because I knew he wasn't suffering anymore for the first moment in a long time.I went outside and watched the sun rise for the first time in a long time. I remember I kept thinking that maybe I was dreaming because everything felt so surreal right then. I was thinking that maybe this wasn't really happening, maybe I'd wake up and everything would be fine. It didn't take long for me to snap out of that and fall in to feeling numb. I didn't want to cry or feel sad so I just tried to feel nothing and focused more on other things. I do that a lot. I'm not an overly emotional person and dealing with emotions that aren't anger is so hard for me. Being emotional around other people, even if it's family, is also very hard for me. I have a hard time opening up like that. 


I really can't believe it's been a year. It gotten easier to deal with as more time went by, though. I know most people don't see their grandparents often but I grew up seeing mine often and they were both a big influence on my life. I grew up looking up to my grandpa. I admired him so much. I don't cry much over his passing anymore but I've never been much of a crier. I do still occasionally get hit with sadness and it always happens over things that I wouldn't expect to make me think of and miss him.

Sometimes when I find myself missing him, I sit out on front porch and just look out at the stars and clear my head or think about happy memories I have with him. And I have so many good memories with him. He used to sit out on the porch all the time and I used to like to sit out there with him when I was taking a break from playing or doing something. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we would just sit quietly. Granted, the sitting quietly never lasted long for me. I learned more from him than I ever realized and more than he probably ever thought he'd passed on to me. He was a great man and I'm happy I was lucky enough to have him be such a part of my life. I still miss him but then again I probably always will.

Get over yourself, your highness...

I really hate when people deem another person's problems as irrelevant because they compare that person's issues to their own and decide that they have it worse so the other person has no right to vent or complain. 

Fuck off.

Seriously.

It's stupid and petty to act like some one's issues aren't relevant or important because you think yours are worse. Of curse you think yours are worse, you're the one having to deal with them.  Even if they are worse, that still doesn't make it okay for you to belittle their issues and the way they feel about them.


Guess what? By your own logic, you have no room to complain either because there will always be someone out there with worse problems in a worse place in life than you are. There are people in the world starving and dying from no food. People living without electricity. Homeless people. People who would think themselves lucky if they had some clean water to drink. Even without going to those extremes, there are still those out there that have it worse than you do. So by your own way of thinking, your problems aren't that bad and you should be happy it's not worse than it could be, right? Right.


I don't understand what people get out of that. I don't see how having the worse problems could make anyone feel superior. Maybe if you're playing a game to get sympathy points then okay but not many feel sorry for the asshole that just essentially told them to shake it off because they have it worse. 


Everyone has issues, problems, trouble in life, some type of adversity they end up faced with sooner or later, etc. Dealing with something you perceive to be harder doesn't make you any smarter, superior, wiser or overall better than anyone else.