At 11:25 am, I’d about HAD IT with all the stupid love songs I couldn’t escape on the radio. I’d been in the car only ten minutes, but they had taken over every single station. I turned it off. I’d just left the gym. Despite the instructor’s way too perky attitude and black t-shirt with the word ‘love’ written across her chest in pink, I thought it was all about the sweat and not about the Valentines for that one little hour.
And I was wrong.
A delivery guy came INTO THE CLASS with a pretty arrangement of white hydrangeas and red roses. He was looking for someone. He didn’t find her in there. I was glad to see the roses go out the door with him. I’d rather smell and see sweat than roses any day. I did wonder, though, WHO in the world would call and order flowers and ask that they be delivered to his sweetie when she’s working out…? Would y’all LIKE that? The absurdity and the inappropriateness and the ickyattention-getting-ness of it all just blows my mind. But that’s just me. I don’t like public displays of attention personally, nor do I like anything that resembles a rose. They’re equally horrifying. Maybe the girl got her delivery and was completely swept off her bench press, who knows. And, really, I hope she was. And I hope she was a tipper, because that guy looked stressed as he made his way through 40 sweating women doing plyometric lunges all around him.
I have to go get ready for a preschooler’s Valentines party. I’m really in the mood for hearts and pink and doilies and can you tell? Eh. Seth-5yr will be happy and that’s all that matters.
I hope y’all are having a really great day, whatever that looks like for each of you. (Unless it’s getting roses delivered to you at the gym, and then I might need more details, please, on how this works for you. It’s okay, explain away. I’ll be nice.)
I love you.
3:54 pm
Valentine’s Day makes me want to hurl.
If I was ever sent flowers to the gym or not I’d be shocked. SHOCKED.
This day sucks. I’m ready for tomorrow.
(and not at all bitter, btw) (nuh-uh)
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4:48 pm
Delivered to the gym? Sounds like a guy who needs to make a public display because he screwed up along the way and wants her friends to see what a great guy he really is. : l
My roses were hand delivered by my husband, and they are the same color as my favorite blush… Nars Orgasm.
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5:12 pm
When I realized that my hubby was about to take off and buy flowers, I asked him to wait until they’re cheaper. ha ha ha
We did Valentine’s dinner as a family. We had the boys favorite food and then I asked everyone to share one thing they appreciate about each other. This can get interesting when two kids are at a stage where they just do not like each other. We actually had, “I appreciate ______ for not talking to me.” Good thing everyone laughed including the boy in question. But next year I may just ignore Valentine’s.
6:16 pm
I hated Valentines Day when I was single and convinced that no one would ever take a second look in my direction, but my Sweet Geek changed all that. This was the first year that he had a dozen roses delivered to me at work.
I can’t explain the gym thing. If I were at the gym I’d want to avoid standing out as much as possible and having flowers delivered there kind of ruins that. I don’t like standing out at work either, but as my co-workers oohed and aahed over the roses, I realized that it wasn’t me that was standing out so much as it was my Sweetie. He suddenly became every woman’s favorite guy for that moment, and I gotta say, I kinda liked that.
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10:43 pm
Sarah,
I understand. It’s almost over.
Linda,
I thought the same thing about the guy screwing up, but figured my cynical side was out of control. But now that you said it, too, hey I bet we’re right! As for the roses from the husband, hand delivered, in that one particular shade… I am just going to assume you only meant that literally… ; )
Sara,
I think the family valentine idea is sweet! even if the expressed sentiments are less so… and bonus points for nixing the roses, girl!
Geekwif… WHY would you ever have thought that…?! Funny. I’m glad you had the roses at work thing and the Sweetie was the office favorite. You should show the coworkers what he can do with bookcases!
11:27 pm
I am NOT a VD fan, (thanks, Sarah for that nice abbreviation). The one and only Valentines day I remember was when my husband hired an aging barbershop quartet to come and deliver a rose and sing “My Wild Irish Rose” and a couple of others. I wanted to cry, it was so sweet and way out of tune, but these little 70-80 year old men, they just tug at my heart (my other job is in a nursing home).
So, as I wipe the tear away and they walk out the door, I open the card and it says: “Happy Valentines Day, Love Robert”.
Aww, so sweet. Except my husbands name is Leo. I laughed until I cried. Some sweet lady somewhere else was going to wonder who the heck Leo is and why did he send a group of old men to sing to her.
Gotta love it. Other than that, naw, we usually don’t “celebrate” officially.
9:19 am
One year I had to go to a workshop that I absolutely, positively did not want to attend. Wick not only sent me roses, but tucked a pair of cruise tickets inside. I was blown away, and the women in my class voted him Man of the Year.
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2:08 pm
Awww Melissa and Jan!
Robert/Leo is darling. Quartet? Seriously creative.
As is Wick. Wick should get a shirt or hat or something that declares his MoYr status. Or a medal. Whatever it is, it’s deserved.
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7:00 am
Personally, I crave a world where my every hair-brained idea doesn’t have it’s motive skewered under a microscope by hoards of jaded, annoyed people who love to let their opinions on every little thing be known to all. Sometimes it’s just an innocent goof up of thoughtless, but well intended plans. And then they get to live it down in misery and agony to the delight of all the scoffers. And it stinks. I’ve had many a cheerful Polyanna moment of bliss, spoiled by overbearing grumps repeatedly, throughout my life. I’m one of those people ya’ll would probably roll your eyes and smirk at, apparently. I think Valentine’s day is sweet. And I hate when people want to ruin things for the innocents out there who’ve never experienced anything to be bitter about yet. Let them enjoy their moment. Just remember to keep your face expressions to yourselves. They speak louder than words most of the time–no one ever feels the need to be accountable for sneering, scoffing or rolling their eyes for some reason.
I just want to speak up here because you said we could share our philosophies on this one. Holidays are opportunities to celebrate those things that are worth celebrating in life. Love is one of those things that should be reinforced and celebrated. A lot of the ways that we celebrate may be shallow and hollow, but it’s important that we have holidays like this.
8:31 am
^ I hope that doesn’t hurt anyone’s feelings. Delete it if you want to. My feelings must come out a lot stronger when I first wake up in the morning.
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1:05 pm
Michele,
you can ALWAYS share your philosophies here, with or without specific invitation and certainly if you feel strongly and disagree with me. I like that – makes it interesting! Maybe next year my cynicism will be faded and I’ll be sounding a bit Pollyanna myself… it could happen. : )