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He would have been 64… I miss the fuck out of him.

xo.
Von

I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long.   It’s been a real hectic last few weeks.

It all comes back to my previous post in where I had a super big surprise on October 24th, but didn’t want to jinx it.

Ready for it…?

Ok, here goes:

I bought a house.

No foolin’.

All by myself, no man, no co-signer, no nothing, I bought a 6 bedroom, 2 1/2 bath fixer-upper in Pitt Meadows, and I couldn’t be more excited and terrified all at once.

I’m twenty-six years old.

I’ve just achieved what some people work their whole lives for.  I’m pretty fuckin’ pumped.  I’ve been looking at houses online for the past year, and then FINALLY  sold my apartment with a healthy profit, and found this place on my first day of in-person house hunting.   It was too much of an insane steal that I couldn’t pass it up, even WITH the work that needs to be put into it, I’m saving at least 40 grand right off the bat.

Granted, I’ll be paying it off for the next thirty-five years, but the fact that the bank says I’m allowed to, has me shitting bricks.

*sigh*

This is awesome.

xo.

Von

I’m such a geek.

I got super excited that I’ve had over 1,000 views in 13 weeks. That works out to be about 91 days, and  11 views a day, if I got that math right.  I probably didn’t but HELLS YEAH! It specifically does not count multiple views, and therefore, 11 people every day on average are actually interested in things I say.

I can’t believe people actually read my blog, but I’m thankful for every single one of you that do!

EEEEE!! YOU GUYS ARE SO RAD!

My day = MADE!

xo.

Von

Some good advice I got a few years ago from a good friend, via one of those cheesy email chain letters.  Normally I delete them as soon as I git’em but this one I held onto… I hope it turns out to be handy to someone.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE one old love she can imagine going back to, and one who reminds her how far she has come.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE a youth she’s content to leave behind.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE a set of screwdrivers, cordless drill, and a black lace bra.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE one friend who always makes her laugh… and one who lets her cry.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honoured.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE a feeling of control over her destiny.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW how to fall in love without losing herself.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW when to try harder and when to walk away.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW that she can’t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW that her childhood may not have been perfect, but its over.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW how to live alone, even if she doesn’t like it.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW whom she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally…

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW where to go when her soul needs soothing, be it to her best friend’s kitchen table, or a charming inn in the woods.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW what she can and can’t accomplish in a day, a month and a year.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW that every trial and tribulation of life is just a lesson in how to appreciate the good things.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW how to live.

I’m friggin’ blessed to have learned ALL of these lessons in just 26 years.

Here’s to many many more.

xo.

Von.

It’s my 26th birthday today.

It’s also the 7th anniversary of my dad’s death.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Cancer can go fuck itself.

Love and miss you, pops.

xo.

Amanda