The birthday boy. My favourite guy in the whole wide world.
“If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.” Winnie the Pooh
30 Candles. I’m gonna need a bigger cake next year.
I made him a birthday carrot cake because that is one of his top 4 cakes.
I know the love heart is not in the center but it goes in the top 2 list of things i fail at which is:
1. having a sense of direction
2. putting anything in the center of anything.
This is a russian salad cake thing which is soooooooooooooooo good. It’s called shuba wuba buba. I’m kidding. It’s just called Shuba.
I love this photograph; the tones, muted colour, and smoke.
Happy birthday to my very special Konstantin, the kindest and brightest guy I know, a great source of joy in my life, and someone who just gets better and better with time.
The birthday girl.
We breakfast-ed at Mr. Waffle. It was nothing short of divine.
Marie and her love.
Me and my roomies.
As a special dedication to Marie’s 19th birthday, I want to share with you a list that her and I composed together last year – of the ways that we have changed eachother’s lives.
We started out with a list of how I have changed her. Check it out.
Ways that I have changed Marie
1. Always rate everything on a scale of 1 to 10. Anything from hungriness, sadness, happiness, needing to peeness, drunkness, wuzzyness, sleepyness – I think you get the idea. She really hated this one at first, but now a days if I say to her “How sleepy are you right now?” she will respond with a numerical value. It just makes so much sense.
2. She always has to have and know “the plan” for the day. I always like to know what I am doing in the day – or at least have some kind of account of what I intend to do in the next couple of hours. I call this “the plan”, and at first Marie really hated anything to do with “the plan” because she just wanted to “go with the flow”. I am not entirely sure how or when things changed but now a days she even comes into my room just to ask me what my plan is. And (god-forbid) if I ask her for her “plan”, she insists that I have to tell her mine first so she can build her plan around mine.
3. The concept of wuzziness. I know I have explained “wuzziness” a few times in this blog already, but here it goes one more time. Feeling wuzzy is a word I created to describe that horrible feeling you get in your brain after you have been thinking or studying for just too long. You start feeling all zoned out, tired, and to be totally honest – it kind of feels like little tiny hairs are growing on your brain. Marie sincerely hated this word but now she too realizes that there couldn’t be a more approrpiate word for the sensation.
4. Waxing. I am total wax-convert. I don’t like shaving at all and haven’t shaved for years. Waxing is so much better in every way possible. Less maintenance, less hair re-growth, and less work. And it doesn’t even hurt. I only have to wax my legs once every 4-6 weeks, a nice difference from having to shave once a week. Oh, and no stubble! How much more persuasion do you need?
Marie had her first leg wax appointment a couple of months ago, and I am certain it won’t be her last!
5. Doing readings. Marie and I love to do readings for eachother. She thought it was weird at first, but now she just can’t get enough of it.
6. Spicy food. Sure she drinks about 10 glasses of water with one meal, but she’s hooked to the spicy for sure and takes it like a champ!
7. Pee with pride. We had a long discussion how there is no need to be conscious when you have to pee in a public restroom. It’s a natural process. Pee with pride, I say. Now, whenever she walks into the washroom cubicle to do her thang, she says “Pee with pride!”
We then made a list of ways Marie has changed me. Here it is.
Ways that Marie has changed me
- A new variation of peeing: She once advised me to pee whilst simultaneously drinking a glass of water claiming that it would feel really weird (it didn’t feel that weird).
Haha. I am totally kidding and giggling to myself as I write this. This was seriously the list we came up with!
But on a serious note, living with Marie, who has grown to be my best friend, has been a real pleasure, filled with many deep meaningful conversations in bed, music, dancing, and so much laughter. And I mean real hard laughter. The kind that makes you think that you may not make it out alive.
Happy 19th birthday to Marie, a truly extraordinary woman – and I look forward to watching you blossom.