Monday, February 18, 2013

NoFunDay #2: Valentine's Day

Since Monday is a federal holiday in the states, there isn’t a point to telling you what I have gotten up to.  Let’s be honest, I have done what any self-respecting English teacher would do on a day off: I laid on the couch reading a Jane Austen novel.  That’s how we roll.

Thug life.

[caption id="attachment_440" align="aligncenter" width="251"]THE FOOSA's Valentine's card.  THE FOOSA's Valentine's card.[/caption]

Instead of thrilling my readers with tales of my couch potato-ness, I thought I might tell you what I go up to on Valentine’s Day instead.  The lead up to Valentine’s Day can often be a depressing time for singles, like myself; the media is often awash with stories about everlasting love, rose sales, and the sadness that is meant to go along with being “alone” of the annual day of love.  Really, unless you have blissfully married for 3,468 years it’s hard not to be depressed on Valentine’s Day!

Luckily for me, my Valentine’s Day passed happily, quietly, and with a reminder that love comes in many forms.

  • I began, per usual, at 5.30 am when I woke up to go to work.  Since I wasn’t going to get back into town till well after 4.00 pm, my mother and I exchanged Valentine’s gifts.  I gave my mother a Tangle Teezer (in orange), a box of chocolates, and a plush frog since she collects frog tchotchkes.

    [caption id="attachment_443" align="aligncenter" width="300"]The Tangle Teezer-- a brush to end all brushes.  The Tangle Teezer-- a brush to end all brushes.[/caption]

    Also, since our pug, THE FOOSA, likes to get up when I do in hopes of snagging some leftover toast, she was given her present as well: a card and three mini candy bones.

    [caption id="attachment_445" align="aligncenter" width="300"]THE FOOOSA: a gentlewoman and a scholar.  THE FOOOSA: a gentlewoman and a scholar.[/caption]

    I was given a lovely card, some chocolates, and a MAC lipstick (satin) in Brave from mom and THE FOOSA.

    [caption id="attachment_441" align="aligncenter" width="300"]The much-loved minimalist MAC packaging. The much-loved minimalist MAC packaging.[/caption]

    [caption id="attachment_442" align="aligncenter" width="300"]MAC's Brave, swatched on my NC20/NC25 skin. MAC's Brave, swatched on my NC20/NC25 skin.[/caption]

  • Since I have to take the bus into work (I work in the next city over), I always end up being at least half-an-hour to three-quarters-of-an-hour early to work every day.  On Valentine’s Day, I ended up being the first person on campus and had to let myself into the complex using the gate code.  As I don’t have a passkey or the deactivation code to the security system, I had to wait outside in the chill until the janitor arrived (late) for work.Ever the busy-bee, I used the time to read my aforementioned Jane Austen book (Mansfield Park, thank you for asking) until I could scamper over to my classroom.

  • Thursday ended up being a rocky day instructionally. My students (Juniors and Seniors) were very hyped up because it was Valentine’s Day, because several of them had given one another extravagant gifts (e.g., gigantic balloons and teddy bears), and because spring is on the horizon.  Given the slightest hint that fair weather is at hand, they all turn mental.  Bless their nutty little hearts . . . and mine!

  • As it was Valentine’s Day I, along with my colleagues, left work early to head home to my loved ones.  I took a different bus route back to town and was lucky enough to have a row of seats to myself.  Usually, someone ends up sitting next to me on bus rides which irks me beyond belief.  As a teacher, I travel with a zillion tote bags full of instructional materials every day; having to balance these bags on my lap because someone wants to sit next to me is a real burden and does nothing for my love of my fellow man.  Luckily, I could stretch out without fear on the ride back-- I considered this the Universe’s present to me!

  • When I got back into town, I met my mom at the town’s primary shopping center.  We picked up some provisions and picked up a take-and-bake pizza novelly shaped like a heart.  I know that’s a silly thing to do, but we bought one last year and it was tasty as well as cutesy.  Sometimes you just have to bow to consumerist treacle . . . especially when there is meat involved.  We also got cheesey bread because . . . WE GOT CHEESEY BREAD.

  • When we got home, we baked our pizza and had a lovely laughter-filled meal together.  It was nice to get to share a friendly meal together that we had specially planned to share.  Normally, we eat in a rush because my mother and I are both very busy people; it was nice to slow down, eat the same cheesy pepperoni pizza, and enjoy one another’s company.

  • After dinner, mom and I made avocado hair masks (one pureed avocado and two tablespoons of honey) and had a giggle over the green goo in our hair.As messy as the process was, it was a delightful topper for the evening!


Yes, my Valentine’s Day was a quiet one, but it was filled with laughter, love, and an appreciation for the time spent with the people I love.  So often the media makes us feel that we do not have enough romance in our lives, or that the love we do have is insufficient.

Spending time with my mom, my pug, and even my students reminded me of what I already knew: the media is full of crap-- love is where you find it.  For me, Valentine’s Day isn’t given its meaning by whatever baubles a special someone gives me; rather, Valentine’s Day is lovely because of the special someones I know and love.  How lucky am I to have dozens and dozens of people to love and care about?

Valentine’s Verdict: Screw the media, I’m a lucky girl.

[caption id="attachment_444" align="aligncenter" width="300"]Who wouldn't feel loved when there's CANDY to be eaten?! Who wouldn't feel loved when there's CANDY to be eaten?![/caption]

Cheers,

j.

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