Saturday, February 14, 2015

Happy (bleh) Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine’s Day!


OMG – I think I just admitted to a cardinal sin of romance authors.  I don’t buy into Valentine’s Day.  Oops.  Shit.  Bugger.  Um.

Okay – maybe if I explain my reasons? 

Now most of you would’ve come across the usual Valentine’s Day Hater’s list before.  Are they really true?  Let us see.

1.  It’s too commercialised.
Oh, yes.  This is one of the Valentine’s Day Haters favourite sayings – and I really have to agree.  It’s hearts and roses and chocolates.  Does the man who buys his wife a dozen red roses love her more than the husband in the next house who buys his wife a single rose?

And what if I don’t like red roses? (Actually my favourite flower is a yellow carnation).  What if I don’t like chocolate (I’ve heard one or two of these weird people exist on our planet)?  The stores would have us believe that the only way to say we love each other is with a card, red roses, chocolates and jewellery.  All costing 50% more, because it’s Valentine’s Day of course.

2.  I don’t need a special day to tell my Significant Other I love them.
Again – an oft trotted out phrase, and one I have to agree with.  Again.  Is this the only day of the year that people tell their loved ones about their love?  No.  And you don’t need to prove it with a red rose either.

If my husband wants to show me how much he loves me, there is a sink full of dishes over there, and the sprinkler in the corner needs fixing…

3. My Significant Other doesn’t require grand gestures.
Hmm – this is a bit shady.  I don’t think my S.O. does require grand gestures.

And I know for a fact, I don’t.  For example, if he ever dropped to one knee in the middle of a crowded airport and started singing at me, while playing a ukulele?  I think I’d bash him with the instrument too.

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4.  Love isn’t about presents.
Oooh, yeah.  This is the one that gets trotted out at Christmas too.  Valentine’s Day is about the love, not about how much loot you scored.  And for a lot of people, you need to make sure you score more than the person in the office next to yours…  **sigh**  Valentine’s Day should not be only about the presents.

But it is.  I got a dozen roses, how many did you get?  My husband loves me so much, he bought me this lingerie set.  Ooo, nice – but look at my new diamond ring.

Bleh.  Yeah – nice ring.  Nice credit card debt too.

5.  You feel obliged to do something.
I’m all about rebelling against society.  If society tells me I should be buying my S.O. a red rose, then guess what I’m going to buy?  A yellow daffodil.  **wink**

All these make sense.  But I’m going to tell you the real reason I hate Valentine’s Day. 

I hate wasting money.

Yes.  You can laugh.  But Valentine’s Day is a big waste of money to the consumer, and a big money spinner for the seller.  What do people buy on VD?  Flowers (which will die in a week)?  Chocolate (which will make you fat and your teeth rot)?  Cutsie balloons (that will be in the bin next week)?  Lingerie?  Jewellery?  Gift cards?  Funny little white teddy bears with red hearts?  And what is a man supposed to do with that?

And I know about the funny little white teddy bear holding the red heart.  I bought it for my husband the first year we were dating.  The bloody thing still hangs around.  My husband tucks it away in the back of a drawer, where we don’t see if for another six months. Until the day I can’t find any more room in the drawer and pull it out to clean it – and end up having to find another spot for the silly bear. 

You see, neither of us have the guts to throw it out.  Because I gave it to him when we first fell in love, and 
                  throwing it out would be like 
                      throwing out our love.  

And we just can’t do it.  That bear has survived sixteen Valentine’s Days now.  I don’t think it was made in China **bloody damn bear**

But yes, I’m a tightwad.  A frugal frump.  A money conscious miser.  I hate wasting money.  $55 for four red roses?  HA!  I feel guilty each time I receive flowers.  I hate the fact they will die in a week’s time.  I would prefer the flowers on the bush.  So I would prefer my husband buy me a bush or a pot plant, rather than cut flowers.

Chocolates?  Umm, yeah.  I supposed to be on a diet.

Balloons?  They wreck the environment.

A card?  Nice – but did you just pay $5 for someone else to say that they love me?

So what am I going to do on Valentine’s Day?  What other things ARE there to do?

Fact:  My husband and I received the keys to our house on VD.  So today is our anniversary.

Fact:  My mother and father moved into their newly built home on VD.  I was two.  My sister received a dozen roses from her boyfriend (she was 17) and they couldn’t find the box where they’d packed the vases.  She had to put them in the bathtub.

Fact:  My mother and father received the keys to their second newly built home on VD.  It was only 8 months behind schedule.

Fact:  My niece had a baby on VD.  No.  She didn’t name her Val. (Thank bloody goodness).  We are off to her 3rd birthday party today.  It’s a Frozen/Elsa theme.  Yay.  **sarcasm**

Fact:  I love my husband as much as I did yesterday, and as much as I will tomorrow. 

So what I am going to do today, is wish my husband happy-home-buying-anniversary, tell him that I love him just like I do each morning, dress three children for a birthday party and attempt an Elsa hairstyle on two of them, and I’m going to live my life.

And if my husband decides to do the dishes in the sink?  Bonus!

And shit…  Look what he bought me! (See point one.)  He does love me.


  1. My husband and I have been married for 22 years. We have a Freshman in college and a Junior in high school. We have an odd way of celebrating Valentine's Day. Since we both work, time spent with the kids meant the world to us. Valentine's Day was a celebration of family for us. A time to celebrate the love we have for each other and the two children that are result of that love. We light the candles in the rarely used dining room and have a family dinner.

    The kids no longer have time for us. They are off being teenagers. The novelty of eating by candle light on the "fancy" dishes no longer hold much thrill for them. My husband and I still meet in the dining room over a home cooked meal and celebrate not a commercial greeting card company day, but the love and family we have built.

    1. I like this! I will have to try it next VD!