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10 years June 25, 2011

Filed under: family,photos — cupcakesupremacy @ 10:44 am

10 years ago today, my dad died. it still sucks.


steven andrew o.

february 15, 1955 – june 25, 2001

(this is my favorite picture of him that ever existed )


On bathtubs and barmaids. November 27, 2009

Filed under: blahblahblah,family,nablopomo — cupcakesupremacy @ 8:22 pm

Today was such a weird day. All day long yesterday I felt like it was Sunday, since I knew I had to go to work today. Work was DEAD. Normally 50ish people work in my office. Twenty were there. And that includes me. Most of them peaced out at some point during the day so I think post 2PM there were 4 of us.

It was kind of nice though. The phone hardly rang, people weren’t bothering me, I had enough work to keep busy and I listened to some tunes since I was the only one in front of the office.

The bus ride home was also awesome. It’s always one of those giant coach busses and it’s packed, daily. Today I was the 5th and last person to get on. And I was the last one left before we got to the stupid loop-de-loop we have to do, so the bus driver skipped it and I got home 15 minutes early! Wee!

So today was so odd and all week has been so odd that I figured I would forget to post, so I set an alarm. And it went off while I was taking a bath.

And then I had to try to think of something to post. So let’s talk about baths. They are one of the greatest things in the world. Especially when you’re sick or otherwise worn out. I like to make the water super super hot so that it kind of tingles once you get in. Probably not healthy, but oh man is it lovely. I also love bubble baths, but I need to get some sort of bubbles because while dishsoap usually works well, I don’t really like the scent of our current dishsoap.

Not too long ago I was over my cousin’s house. She’s 5 years older than me, so we grew up together. And when I stayed over my grandparents house, we would take baths together. We started talking about that for some reason (probably along the lines of omgwe’reold) and she asked if I remembered playing bartender.

Of course! It was pretty much the best game ever. We’d take a bunch of cups in with us and empty shampoo and conditioner bottles and go to town.

(The most sought after bottle was a purple poodle whose head popped off to reveal the cap. That was the top shelf stuff.)

We mixed and shook and stirred and I never really thought of how weird it was it until she brought it up. I have no idea where we gained all this knowledge or who even came up with the idea. No one in my family drinks much if at all, nor did they when I was that age.

I guess it was all a product of television and really active imaginations.

But if I really think about it, I can still taste the Palmolive tainted water. Because no one turns down a free drink!


familia November 2, 2009

Filed under: family,nablopomo — cupcakesupremacy @ 9:54 pm

Now before I start, I would like to state that I don’t think family is the be-all-end-all. I completely understand that a lot of people come from shitty families. Many factors can contribute to this and it’s unfortunate. A lot of people also come from awesome families that they for some reason can’t see, and that is probably more unfortunate.

I, myself, come from a fantastic family. They may not have all their stuff together, they may not be your picture perfect 50’s t.v. family, but almost all of them have their heart in the right place and would drop anything and everything for one another.

I love that. It makes my heart swell just thinking of it, and yet…it just was never good enough for me. My (maternal) grandparents have been together 50 years, have 7 children who all (excepting 1 uncle) live within 20 minutes of one another. My grandma is one of 6 and again, all live in a 20 minute radius. Same thing with my pap, except he is the youngest of 10 and all of his surviving siblings live pretty much in the same 5 mile radius. (I have an enormous family) Most of my cousins also live in the same area, though there are a few that have gone off on their own.

I think this is wonderful and amazing and astounding. That my family is this large, yet everyone is nearly a stone’s throw from one another. But there was always a nagging feeling at the back of all of this. I loved how close my mom’s side of the family was, but I didn’t even know my dad’s side.

My dad was the oldest of 4. His parents were married for a while but eventually divorced and remarried. My Amma (Icelandic for grandma) had a twin sister, but that was the extent of my knowledge. I saw my grandparents a few times when I was very young, but my parents split up when I was young, and they all lived far away. My pap-pap (not to be confused with the singular pap) Kenny lived in New York and my Amma lived in Minnesota. Not exactly a stone’s throw away. Cue my parent’s divorce and my dad moving to Minnesota and there went that.

Eventually my dad moved back to Pennsylvania, but by then his dad had died and I was an angsty teenager unaffected and unimpressed with the idea of familial bonding.

To cut an extremely long story short, my dad died when I was 15 and I lost all contact with his family.

Enter the internet. I have a half-sister from my dad’s first marriage that would come spend weekends with us when I was little and my parents were together. We lost touch at some point and I tried for years once I became internet savvy to find her again with no luck.

Until one day two years ago when she found me on myspace. I was in awe. I’m pretty sure I actually cried when I got her message. It was amazing because I had tried to find her for so many years in vain and also because I had no real identifying information on my myspace, so it was all by chance.

Along with coming into contact with her, I got in touch with my aunt Linda, my dad’s sister. And through her I have gotten everything I have always wanted in a paternal relative.

She is an amazingly talented artist and along with posting her artwork, she frequently posts pictures. Pictures from when she was young, from when my dad was young, from when I was young.

Through her I have seen and learned so much and I am so amazed.

For instance, I found out that my grandfather joined the Navy when he was 15 by lying and saying he was 17.

pap pap kenny

my grandfather on the left. they thought he was 17. uhhhh really?

I also found out that my cousin, Runar Sigurbjornsson, is an Icelandic musician that owns and operates a restaurant in Xiamen, China with his wife.

And that my family tree links me to the first president of Iceland, Sveinn Björnsson.

I think this is all amazing and it warms my heart every time my aunt posts something new and I am able to learn more about that entire half of my ancestry.

I soak up every ounce of information she shares, because I have wanted for so long to be in touch with this side of myself. But every single time I learn something, it’s incredibly bittersweet. I know that this would all blow my dad’s mind. I don’t think he ever would have imagined that we could be instantly in touch with his relatives from all over the world and it breaks my heart that he is not here to see it.


i can’t write this post. June 25, 2009

Filed under: family,photos — cupcakesupremacy @ 11:01 pm

But I still wanted to acknowledge this day.¬† It’s still hard, but I’m trying.

February 15, 1955 – June 25, 2001