Finally, this crazy week comes to a close.
I thought I should mention after my Valentine’s rant, that I did receive my flowers, delivered a day late, and dead. One of my lowest days yet this year and my sweet husband absolutely saved the day. I came home from work with my dead flowers in hand and sitting on the table was a gorgeous basket full of yellow and pink flowers with a card in it. It was so sweet of him to do something special. To top it off, I walked into my office and there laid a single long-stemmed red rose. Absolutely made my night. My advice to all? For Valentine’s Day, be creative, be thoughtful… don’t try and order flowers (especially from FTD.com) on the busiest flower day of the whole year.
Rant #2: Dental Hygiene. Okay, so I’ll admit, I was terrible about getting my teeth cleaned at the dentist for many years. I have good oral hygiene- I brush my teeth, floss, gargle… so I’m not quite sure how so many problems came up. In the past month I have had 4 fillings, 4 wisdom teeth surgically removed, and am now sitting here with a tooth infection that is by far worse than any injury I have ever endured. So I have to wonder, was it worth it to go through all this pain, when they weren’t bothering me? Would they have ever bothered me? I guess I’ll never know. So I’ll sit her on this fine Saturday, take my strong antibiotics and vicodin and dream about the day when I’ll be able to eat a meal without excruciating pain.
Rant #3: 2006 Baby Boom. Goodness gracious. Everyone around me is having babies. Or does it just seem that way because I want one so badly?
For this month’s Chick Flick Pick, me and the girls at work went to see Brokeback Mountain. We wanted to know what the Oscar buzz was all about and well, we were curious. You just never know about some of the arty favorites in the Oscars, they can somehow be… disturbing. This movie wasn’t disturbing at all. The character development was fantastic- they went from roughneck cowboys to men with feelings and a sensitivity like no other. Visually, it was a stunning movie- I wanted to head to Brokeback myself and go hiking and camping. For all those guys who are terrified of seeing this movie… For crying out loud. Suck it up, be a man, and go see this flick. There were only about 5 minutes out of the two hour movie that were barely even uncomfortable to watch. Heck, I even get a little embarrassed about watching a man and woman sex scene in a public movie theatre. Besides- how many opportunities would you have to see The Princess Diaries boobies? It was a story about love of course, but also about making difficult decisions during a time in history where homosexuality was not accepted. Just think- we have the new “You had me at hello” line in “I wish I knew how to quit you”. This is definitely one of the more important movies of our time- very well done and very well acted. 3 Cheers for this flick!
Finally, this crazy week comes to a close.
The History of Valentine’s Day
Every February, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine.But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday? The history of Valentine’s Day — and its patron saint — is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance…
To Find out more… http://www.historychannel.com/exhibits/valentine/?page=history
Okay. My rant. As a kid, I used to love Valentine’s Day. Decorating an empty box of kleenex to get valentine’s and treats from all the other kids. Everyone felt special. Everyone felt loved. When you get older… that’s when the holiday gets dumb. Watching those who are all spoony (ha! Spoony is the Google Word of the Day!!!) get flowers, gifts, jewelry… UGH! Nothing worse than being single on Valentine’s Day. Then came Valentine’s Day in college. Goodness gracious. All about hitting the clubs and, well, hitting on anything male with 3 legs that will offer any sort of affection and usually settling for grinding on the dance floor with some sweaty, drunk pig. Then you meet the one and Valentine’s Day once again becomes this special, meaningful day- enormous flowers gigantic enough to take up your whole cubicle, fancy dinners, romantic gifts such as robes and slippers… Ahhhhh. I miss those days already!! Don’t get me wrong, I love being married, but let’s see what changed: we celebrated a day early so we wouldn’t have to deal with crowds, we went out to a much less expensive restaurant and used a gift certificate (the bill was a whopping $12), after that we went to Target where I purchased a new iron and ironing board pad, and then, retreated back to our palace to our separate locations to watch such exciting television as Skating with Celebrities, The Bachelor, and 24. We’ve only been married 4 months!!! I certainly hope it gets better with age or it is going to be a LONG 50 years of disappointing Valentine’s Days. Now today on the day, I am of course the one who didn’t get my flowers (that were supposed to be a surprise but my husband kept IM’ing me asking me if I got anything yet), and of course it is 40 minutes until I leave and I haven’t gotten crap. I’m not sure what’s making me feel worse- the fact that the surprise is ruined, that I have to watch every other married, engaged, spoken for woman in the office get their flowers, or knowing that I’m going home to watch American Idol and eat fajitas. I think it probably more to the fact that I have PMS!!! Stupid holiday.
I guess, rather than make such a big deal out of what is really a dumb day, I kinda wish my husband would randomly surprise me with flowers on an ordinary day. Not my birthday, not when we have a fight, not on Valentine’s Day, but just because. Now, I say that now, but of course I’ll be pissed if I don’t get something on Valentine’s Day! I’m such a hypocrite.
Perhaps this dumb day is a smart day- a day that teaches us to remember those we love whether it be your mom, your dad, your significant other or whomever. A day to recall childhood wonderment. A day to celebrate our family and friends who love us.
$80: A dozen red roses
$50: Dinner out on the town
$10: Valentine’s Day Cards
Saying “I Love You”: Priceless
So I went out with my crazy friend last night, and by crazy, I mean that in all sorts of ways. Nonetheless, I really haven’t been out since…. oh boy, before Christmas?? Between getting a cold, getting fillings in my teeth, then getting the flu, and THEN to cap it all off having my wisdom teeth surgically removed, I was totally due for a wild night out. After begging her to not make us spend the night listening to her boyfriends/fiance/whatever he is’ band play at a hoity toity lounge, we headed to our most favorite and long-loved dive bar. This place is a trip- truly one of the most diverse environments in the entire world with just about every race represented, every class represented, and seriously ever age group over the age of 21 represented. So, as you can imagine, the karaoke is… less than great. After getting packed like a sardine into this place, beer spilled on me, and knocked around we got our chance to sing. Ah yes, what is my only moment to sing for others… in a dive bar… with… drunk people telling me how great I am. Take what you can get right? So, if all these others are so awful, why on earth do we go and take part in this form of entertainment? I think those who truly suck are either 1) Really drunk or 2) It is their one bright and shining moment to pretend to be a star. In the age of American Idol, it is really amazing to listen to these people who really and truly think they are good and they are horrible!! What it comes down to is that it is actually entertaining watching others make a fool out of themselves. Thank goodness we are too drunk to really care who they are. I will always cherish my brief shining moments being able to sing, wishing I could find a better venue to share my best talent with the rest of the world.
From June 30, 2004 to October 15, 2005, I learned many things about myself, others, but most importantly about marriage. What do the dates represent? The date D and I got engaged to the day we got married. What I learned after, what I like to call, the ordeal of planning a wedding, is that in the end very little of it actually matters. What really matters is everything that happens after. Life. Love. Ups. Downs. In the beginning, I was frustrated by the small budget I had to work with, that I wouldn’t have a huge lavish party with my friends from kindergarten… Many tears were spilled. To our luck, we came into some extra money and ended up with a little more to work with. By this time however, I had a change of heart. An epiphany of sorts. I wanted to make this special… personal. I put up the picture of us lighting the unity candle because that is the message I want to convey. A wedding is more than an expensive dress, a fancy dinner with all the trimmings. It is the symbolic joining of two people into one. Every piece of music, to the wedding party gifts all conveyed that thanks and love that we share for each other, our family, and our friends. I knew that if I threw all my energy into this one “day”, that our marriage would never last. We’d never have anything else to look forward to.
I guess I was just thinking about all those girls out there who obsess about their wedding day and haven’t thought about all the other stuff and all of the other years of importance to follow after that. During my engagement I hung out on a slew of bride “message boards”. By the time my wedding was looming, I realized how very little I cared about the little things. I couldn’t wait to marry him and spend my life with this amazing person- that was all that mattered.
So for those out there who are obsessed with having a wedding, my advice to you, get passionate about the person you are going to marry. Your wedding is one day- a marriage is a lifetime.
For my first rant, I just want to reference the link above. I formerly started a journal last September about planning a wedding, then decided to change it, THEN decided that I needed a different forum other than AOL (a rant for another day). Anyway, this is my continuation.
I have a ponder today about the Coretta Scott King funeral. Perhaps she would have enjoyed such heated political emotions and pageantry, but since WHEN are eulogies turned into political statements? Sure I agree that it is appropriate to discuss Coretta’s incredible contributions to the Civil Rights Movement, but for crying out loud, the criticizm that was so abundant at this funeral is exactly the type of thing she was fighting so much against. Can’t we all just get along???