Day 43 – February 12th

Today is a day I have been dreading for some time.
It is my 32nd birthday and I am now on the brink of being older than my big sister, Sarah. We were once three years apart.
She was hospitalized one week after her 32nd birthday and died one week after that. I still have the birthday present I had for her that I never got the chance to give her.

This is a photo of myself, my sister, Claire, and Sarah taken on her birthday, September 19th, when she was pregnant with Rowan in 2011.

Everything about this is tender and I just wanted to get through this day and was not particularly interested in ‘celebrating’ outliving my sister.

Luckily, I do have the best and most supportive friends in the world, hands down. I received a bunch of surprises in the mail from my friend back home, Steph, including Wonder Woman Card #1.
I also had a Do Not Open Till February 12th Card awaiting from Carleigh in Toronto.

This rad Wonder Woman Card #2 was from Kathleen, Molly and Graham! They also got me a gender-reveal balloon and an axe to go with my Paul Bunyan costume (explained later)

Christina got me an almond mylk latte, a hand mixer so I don’t get carpel tunnel whisking all these celebratory desserts and a $5000 dollar bottle of Tequila 

…and a magical healing crystal (rose quartz) so I’ll never need to get a vaccine ever again

It was sunny and spring-like so we went for a walk with Duncan through Stanley Park

Duncan enjoyed himself thoroughly

It was National Plum Pudding Day but the last thing I wanted to do on this bittersweet birthday was run myself ragged either finding a plum pudding or making one, neither of which would be enjoyed because I actually hate the shit. So, instead, I focused on the fact that it was Charles Darwin, Abraham Lincoln and Paul Bunyan’s Birthday.  You may be wondering how is it that I, Jennah Turpin, could possibly be birthed on the same day as these bearded giants?

I don’t have the answer for you

But what I do have a series of photos of myself and my friends adorning plaid and beards and toques and drinking beers and numbing pain.

 

 

 

 

Day 42 – February 11

Having had a few too many drinks the night before, among other things, I awoke with tremendous regret as well as a head ache. But I decided not to cry over spilled milk, for it was Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk Day.
So in attempt to feel human again, Christina, Duncan and I went for coffee and donuts at Cartem’s, which was completely off script of any National Holiday Celebrations for the day. It was just a couple of hungover bitches getting their carb binge on.

Duncan wanted in on these too, which, if you have been following along, has become a sort of a plot crutch for me at this stage of blogging.

(I’m one with The Force, yada yadda  yadda)

Once re-humanfication was complete (if only), I thought I best get some official celebrating done.

It was White T-Shirt Day which apparently carries a lot of political weight and has something to do with strikes and union disputes in America somewhere.

I thought, in true T. Swift fashion, to disregard the struggle of the working class and don this white Taylor Swift shirt that has no political sentiment whatsoever (… I mean if you take “1989” to just mean the year she was born and not consider for a moment the Tiananmen Square Massacre). Doesn’t get much whiter than her!

Later in the evening, I managed to score some mini York Peppermint Patties at the drug store for National Peppermint Patty Day.

 

I ate a few but felt the need to augment the level of celebration around it.
With that I did a quick little water colour sketch of Charlie Schulz’s Peppermint Patty and Snoopy. Wikipedia states that “Peppermint Patty is noted for her persistent habit of profoundly misunderstanding basic concepts and ideas that most people would consider obvious, then blindly ignoring any counsel against her latest fixation, which leads to ultimately embarrassing situations for which she blames everyone who warned her.”

Sounds very Presidential.

Although I don’t relate to her on a cerebral level, I did have a revelation, while painting, that my frumpy-men-shirts-and- Birkenstock aesthetic  may very well have been adopted straight out of the Peppermint Patty Fashionista Manifesto

 

Then Christina and I watched Magic Mike XXL and made plans to go to a stripper convention our next vacation… but also to not wear good clothes because they would get ruined by all the whip cream, chocolate sauce and getting tossed around.

 

Day 41 – February 10

I’m a colossal brownie fan and have been eagerly awaiting National Cream Cheese Brownie day since Day 1.  It was National Umbrella Day as well.

Umbrellas are one of those things that everyone in Vancouver has that no one in  St. John’s has,  like leaf blowers and dim wit. Umbrellas are entirely useless in St. John’s because the wind flips it inside out, without fail, and the rain is usually falling sideways. All in all, they are more trouble than they are worth.

Duncan and I went for a little walk in the rain with an umbrella and then came home to serenade each other with Rihanna .

Next up was making some brownies.

I’m not one for following recipes so they were disastrous to say the least

But I managed to take some pictures to prove I did it and would rather put the entire debacle behind me – onwards to (Pre-made) Peppermint Patty Day!