Dearest Stefan,
9 years dude! I don't really know whether to high five you or cry. Celebrating these anniversaries are also reminders of how old we're getting....
I thought I would share the story of our first date, since that is what AFD (Anniversary of First Date) Day is based on. You know how it is when you start dating as an adult, the two parties can never decide when the seriousness actually started. Hence, AFD Day.
It's really a cautionary tale on how not to have a first date.
We had met about 4 years earlier when I was 18, and was completely uninterested and apathetic towards you. Yes, I know you like to tell the world it's because you were dating and I was jealous I couldn't have you.
Err no. I don't generally like blonde men and I think you had your funny white-fro hair back then.
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Posted in Lurves, Stefan
...the East Coast & West Coast besties are discussing getting pictures of each other for their wallets. The picture above is my choice and of course, includes beloved goddaughter. Let's be honest, when there's a baby, it's kind of all about the baby from now on. Her choice is first picture from the post below.
I miss you, my West Coast family.
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Posted in Joy-Friends, Lurves
I know very few people who are comfortable with pictures of themselves and they are usually broken into 2 categories: models and very brave people.
And as crazy as this may sound (as I do have a lot of pictures of me out there out there in the world wide web), I am actually profoundly shy about pictures of myself. The reason for the proliferation of pictures now is because there is an utter lack of photos in my teenage years and this is also an attempt of getting rid of this weird fear/uncomfortableness.
I am hoping that when I am 80, I will be grateful that I have so many of myself from this point in time of my life. Or at least, by then I will have grown comfortable in my own skin.
Stefan always says that I never really look like "me" and to some extent, I understand that. When I take photos of him, I can never capture the essence that is him.
But then again he is also a very bad picture taker. Hence the reason, why I have so many one handed shots of myself.
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Whenever I talk about "The List", one out of every three times, the person I am discussing it with will give me a blank stare.
"The List" if you do not know what I am refering to, is a list of 10 (I set a limit to my list, after all, we cannot be whores) of celebrities/stars/unattainable people that you find sexually appealing.
The understanding with your partner is that, if someone is on your list and for some momentous, freak of nature moment, you have the opportunity to have relations with a person on the list, you are allowed to. No questions asked, your partner simply has to forgive and forget. The same applies to your partner and his/her list.
I have to say, I love to play "The List" game because most people's lists are always changing and it gives you a glipmse of their personal taste or crush of the moment. Stefan has had some bad choices on his ... Alyssa Milano? Blech.
So Bestie and I were discussing our list today and I mentioned them to Stefan. We were reaffirming rules of the list again when he said,"So...If I see them and bang them, you can't kill me? I am going to limit my list to actresses that live in Toronto like Rachel McAdams. At least it increases my chances..."
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This is a story of Stefan and his mother in law. Son in Law and Mother in Law; they just love teasing each other to death. They actually do refer to each other as "Mother in law" or "Son in law". For example, my mother will call and say,"Where is my son in law? What is he eating today?"
I've been travelling a little bit the last month so Stefan's task has been to help my parents paint their condo. He's been calling this period "slave or labour camp."
One Friday, en route home from the airport, I called to let him know that I had landed safely.
K: So, how's it going at your labour camp?
S: Well. I have not been offered ANY food OR water. AND Papa Kang has been playing country music at full volume. I have a good mind to call the Geneva Convention and complain about the cruel and unusual punishment..
I could just hear my mother screeching in the background in indignant laughter saying she had offered him food and water.
And scenarios like this always make me smile. Because in my world, when you can tease each other in this happy kind of way, it means you love that person. And those two? They really, really love one another.
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Posted in Family Shenanigans, Stefan