So um. Hey. The Husband's dad crashed a helicopter in Crater Lake. Have a beer and share some with him next time you go there. My happy place? CrossFit North Arlington. It's a place I built with my own bare hands and determination and sweat and tears and time, created on my back as I carried it through the growing pains and did most of it debt free. Building it, learning and teaching inside those walls, establishing relationships with people that have carried me through some of the worst moments of my life. Or on the porch with the twinkle lights on and a baseball game in the background. Or the ocean. I can sit at the ocean for hours. UNhappy place? ANYWHERE with crowds of people jostling around. I tolerate baseball games because baseball. But otherwise - I hate it. And lines.
So we all like outdoors and nature apparently. So when's the TIB camping trip? What's everyone bringing?
Me and the wife are baseball nuts. We used to go on a baseball trip every year. Last year I finally had enough and I won't attend a baseball game again. Those places were fucking turned into Amusement Parks for kids. Kiss Cams, games during half innings, walkup music, 8 dollar beers, shitty fucking food, multiple first pitches, all in the name of finding a way to shoehorn in a new fucking advertisement. How the fuck can you have multiple FIRST pitches? It reminds me of a quote from Airheads:
I'm bringing a long range rifle, some lye and plastic gloves. The best defense is a good offense. Anyway, I went camping here last year, I'm sure everyone here would've hated this scenery.
My home/apartment has to be my happy place. If it isn't something is wrong. I should have everything I need there, because that is the one place where no one should be able to restrict my access to. My unhappy place is currently my parents house. 1) My mom is a hoarder so its an extremely nice house that looks like hell because she won't even throw anything away. 2) The 9/10 times I'm asked to go over there its to do futile cleaning or yard work.