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Valentine’s Day is just around the corner…that glorious holiday when we’re supposed to celebrate love…
It arrives exactly 52 days after Christmas (which means if you disappointed your partner with your Christmas gift, this is a great way to remind them of that disappointment, or to just disappoint them again!) It also arrives in the middle of frigid February…just weeks before the suicide rate starts to climb. We’re surrounded by cute matching couples with cute matching expressions, an Ikea-type of love. A heart-shaped minefield.
There have just been too many bad Valentine’s Days. For example:
February 14, 1980-something. My “best” friend, handed me a paper valentine and told me that she was only giving me one because her mother was making her.
February 14, 1980-something. S. asked me to be his girlfriend, and when I told my friends, they didn’t believe me. And then he denied he had asked me and said I made it all up.
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February 14, 1990 Friends brought me chocolate cake to help me get over a break up. Big Guy was 19 days old.
February 14, 1991 – my guy friend offered to call me on Valentine’s Day to cheer me up (and I had a huge crush on him), but I knew he was hanging out with his girlfriend that night, and while I appreciated his offer, I didn’t want to come between them. So I told him not to call. They are married now with 3 teenagers!
February 14, 1992 – my mother bribed me with a new red dress so I wouldn’t wear black…plus I had a date. And I was actually excited…until he cancelled because his parents had just moved and he had to drive to his hometown to find them.
February 14, 1994 – I called my new boyfriend after 11 p.m., cheap time, to wish him a Happy Valentine’s Day, and found out he had no intention of calling me or sending a card, because I would “expect that”. Huh?
February 1997 – I was fixing a special dinner to celebrate with new husband when I received a phone call that my best friend had died in a car accident. Ironically, she was on her way to a Bereavement Group meeting.
February 14, 2000 – Big Guy and I had the flu and Hubby was recovering from having his wisdom teeth removed.
If only I could have feasted “upon the unicorn enchilada” to “gain its enchilada power”. I could have saved myself so much grief…
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I try not to let the hype get to me, nor do I let the pendulum swing so far that I’m completely cynical about love about romance. Afterall, it’s my favourite holiday – right between Christmas chocolate and Easter chocolate. It’s a holiday when I wear black and blast the song “Love Stinks” in my car. It’s that time of year when I roll my eyes at all sappy the diamond commercials and sweet “nothings” whispered publicly on Facebook. And I eat pizza…with extra cheese.
Celebrate your way…and I’ll celebrate mine! Happy Weekend!
evilsquirrel13 said:
Valentines Day makes me so glad I’m never in love with anyone…
jennsmidlifecrisis said:
Well, any relationship – pizza or another person, has highs and lows (and causes farts).
I did an awesome impression of Miss Piggy doing an impression of Whitney Houston’s barfiest love song ever, in the car… it made me feel better… 😉
Ned's Blog said:
Well, it could be worse. I can’t think of any ways this second, but I’m just saying… 😉
marianbeaman said:
You managed here to balance out all the saccharine stuff we’ll see this weekend. Loved the journal notes with all the detail. Obviously you keep a good notes or a fantastic memory.
No, I didn’t keep a diary, but I had enough memory for a different twist on the holiday in my post this week.
I give this 5 stars for sure!
jennsmidlifecrisis said:
Thanks Marian. Sadly, it’s all memory. This blog is the closest I’ve come to a diary. I’ve heard “Only good girls keep diaries. Bad girls don’t have time”- Tallulah Bankhead 🙂
marianbeaman said:
😉
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