Happy Valentine's Day
I usually write "Happy VD" but then I have to go back and fix that lest people get the wrong idea.
This morning I worked out, even if there is no one to appreciate my hot new rock-hard body and excellent cardiovascular health. I have the satisfaction of knowing what they're missing out on, at least. When I got back from the gym my sweet roommates left candy & valentines at my door. Because THEY get the true meaning of Valentine's Day, which is about recreating as much of the elementary-school experience as possible. I have Strawberry Shortcake cards to deliver among my coworkers.
DP told me that the guys in their ward are delivering flowers to all the girls in their ward. (If any of those girls read this, act surprised when it happens, okay?) I think that's a great idea, because flowers are pretty much always a nice thing to get. Unless they come from some kind of stalker who has a homemade tattoo of "[Your name] + [His name] = 4 EVA" carved into his chest. Or a guy who's giving them to you because he's going to break up with you three days later but doesn't want you to feel bad about yourself. No lie, happened to a roommate.
Anyway, this made me think about how I would quite like some flowers, too. So I picked a little carnation bouquet up on my way to work and they look lovely sitting on my desk. I'm going to take half of them to my sister Spitfire on my lunch break, and then we both win. I have decided that this is not pathetic at all, and anyone who thinks differently can just shut their face because I don't care.
I'm Steph, a librarian and mom of 3 (not sure how that happened). Let's chat books, food, Sumptuous Literary Adaptations, poop, knitting and maybe some crazy Mormon Feminism.
16 comments:
Today I am craving chocolate-covered marshmallow hearts like none other. Funny that a day will do that to you.
Also, it's good of you to hand-deliver the flowers to your sister. I have a flower policy for women. Never have flowers delivered to another woman because she'll immediately be let down the moment she finds out that they're not from whatever man she thought they might be from in that split second between seeing the delivery person and grabbing at the card to see the sender.*
*This in no way applies to when one is sending a beautiful bouquet of flowers to a woman friend because of a recent family death... in fact, I may have something to blog about.
Very wise, Cicada. Very wise. Because yes, as a girl there's always that moment when you see the flowers and you think that possibly Ioan Gruffudd took the trouble to find out where you work and send them to you.
I wish I had bought some flowers for myself, because even though I am an old married woman no man (even my own husband) thinks they need to buy me flowers.
*Feels sad for Julie and hopes she buys some pretty flowers for herself, because even though I don't know her, I like the name Julie. A lot.*
DesDad ran to the grocery store last night for me and surprised me with some potted tulips. I was so excited! I hope I don't kill them . . .
You're right about the flowers thing. A few years ago (seven, to be exact), I was woefully single and on V-day I received six beautiful roses in a vase at my apartment. I was let down when I realized they weren't from an eligible single boy, but touched when I realized . . . they were from my dad.
I always ALWAYS buy myself flowers on Valentine's Day. Although, I asked Boyfrennd if he would buy me flowers this time -(he said he was already planning on it, but since this is our first Valentine's together, I thought it wise to let my expectations be known to him) -so this year, I figure I'll wait until my birthday to buy myself flowers. Besides, it's nice to be able to pick out the most beautiful lily, or the most charming gerber daisy...just for yourself. Because. You deserve it.
I don't care who flowers come from, just as long as they don't come with any stupid stuffed animals. Anyone thinking of sending flowers to a girl, feel free to send them to me. I will be very grateful and not let down at all.
I love flowers because they are beautiful, but disposable. That word sounds wrong, but it's true. Stuffed animals get shoved into a box as they were a gift but are sometimes tacky. Chocolates seem to leave easily, but really they're hiding on your hips. Flowers really are the best gift ever. . .
except for maybe jewelry.
I'm with Jenny. I'll take flowers any day, from anyone. A few years ago I came home to find flowers waiting for me. I was soooo relieved to find that it was my VT companion expressing some appreciation (I was leaving the ward) and not the creepy boy who told me he would ask me out if he were older and had his life in order.
My sweet father sent me roses at work yesterday. I was quite surprised and touched and not at all disapointed as I'm pretty sure Ioan could never figure out where I worked.
But then.....my father told me last night that he had a conversation with an assistant at work about how she loathes and ignores V-Day. He said that by raising 4 girls he knows better than that. It's more that we dont expect anything on the day that makes us evaluate our own solitude. So he went out and bought her a flower and some candy with a little "Friend Valentine" card expressing what a great addition she was to the office.
A sweeter man there never was.
"shut their face..."
I love you, Nem. You're so freakin' funny.
I think my favorite part is how bad spelling makes stalkers even creepier.
I think there's absolutely no shame in sending or purchasing onesself flowers. Why should a woman deprive herself of beauty and happy, pretty, fresh-smelling flowers for any reason? Flowers make me happy; why should I have to wait for someone else to give them to me?
I saw Strawberry Shortcake valentines at a party store last weekend and so wished my co-workers all had little contruction paper decorated shoeboxes that I could slip them into. Now you've convinced me that I just should have bought them and handed them out.
I have been so busy with the packing and the moving-planning that I totally forgot it was Valentine's Day until a friend of mine called to confirm I could baby-sit for her and her husband. So I spent a lovely evening with my favorite 20 month-old and his 3 week old sister. The best Valentine's day I've had in a long time!
Hey mom? I think you know what I'm thinking right now. What do the flowers from Dad look like?
There's nothing pathetic about loving yourself, on any day. Flowers all round!
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