I'm *technically* posting this picture early, but it's my blog and I'll do what I want.

Today, May 4, is the Husbear's birthday.

I left this on his station at his salon last night/tonight for him to find on his birthday tomorrow/today (see, isn't time confusing?):

We really don't do a lot for each other for birthdays. Usually just little things like this. It's just something we've always done.

If you'd like, drop him a note on Facebook. I'm sure he'd appreciate it!

Happy birthday, Husbear! I love you so much.

I love you so much.

Press play on the video, then scroll down and read along.

I was walking, was living,
My melody was a capella.
There's a beat I was missing,
No tune, or a scale, I could play.

No sound in the distance,
No orchestra playing together.
Like a boat out to sea,
The silence was too deafening!

So come and revive me,
I can't feel my heartbeat,
It's just me surviving alone.

Before you,
My whole life was a capella!
Now a symphony's
The only song to sing.
Before you,
My whole life was a capella!
Now a symphony's
The only song to sing.

Everything was the same.
One color was just like the others.
An assembly routine,
My memories were all black and white.

'Till I stopped over-thinking,
Decided to draw back the curtains.
And I cleared all the cobwebs
And began to let in the light.

So come and revive me,
I can't feel my heartbeat,
It's just me surviving alone.

Before you,
My whole life was a capella!
Now a symphony's
The only song to sing.
Before you,
My whole life was a capella!
Now a symphony's
The only song to sing.

You are the drum in my heart beat
Bass and guitar lead
Stuck on the notes you play
My heart that you play on
Grab like a crayon
I can't walk away.

Before you,
My whole life was a capella!
Now a symphony's
The only song to sing.
Before you,
My whole life was a capella!
Now a symphony's
The only song to sing.

Here's the original song the above was taken from. I actually like the visuals in the video. They're very much something you would like.

I do love you. So much.
Happy anniversary baby.

It's not a real van Gogh painting, but it was a plot piece painted by "van Gogh" in a later Doctor Who episode. And it is very van Gogh-ish. And I love me some Doctor Who.

I have also outlived the great Michael Hutchence, who also took his own life at the age of 37. Michael was the lead singer for the band INXS, which is one of my favorite bands of all time.

Michael had a voice that was unique. He also had charisma and sexiness oozing out of every pore on his body. If I ever had entertained the thought of being a singer or sexy public figure, I would have wanted to have been like him.

Yesterday was the last full day of my thirty-seventh orbit around the Sun. Today, June 17, I turn thirty-eight.

It's been a year. I don't know that there was anything particularly spectacular or great about my year, but it was a year nonetheless. I slept, I ate, I drew, I tattooed, I drank, I had sex on occasion, I spent some time with friends, I read some blogs, I watched some shows, I sat at a computer. Rinse, lather, repeat. I was stressed, I was sad, I was happy, I was melancholy, I felt hurt, I was meh. Rinse, lather, repeat. That's pretty much sums up year 37. Maybe year 38 will somehow be more spectacular than year 37 was? Or maybe it will be the same?

I leave you with INXS performing "The Strangest Party (These Are The Times)". Watch Michael exude sexiness. RIP.

Happy Birthday Husbear!

Everyone please wish him a Happy Birthday, either in a comment here, or better: post something on his Facebook wall or send him a message there.

Ain't he purdy?

And to my Husbear:

Husbear:
Any idea where the year went?
I think I missed it,
Running around in circles,
Taking care of stuff...

And I wonder...
Did I love you enough?
Did I look at you and really see
The remarkable man you are—
And tell you how lucky I am
to be married to you?

Well, it's about time I did
Because I am, you know...
I am and I do and I will—
And I hope you know it.

Happy Birthday