In celebration of the Chinese New Year Valentine’s Day I decided to stay completely OFFLINE for the weekend because I just about can’t even take the ridiculous amount of posts, pictures and updates that people write. I mean it, people. Some of you are downright jerks with all that noise. “Oh, I was spoiled rotten with a seven course meal” and “Jacob is the man of my dreams and he finally bought me that condo I’ve been wanting in the Carribean!” and “Woke up to crepes and espresso and then my hubby sent me to the spa for every imaginable service!” Quite frankly, I want to wring their necks for taking pictures of crap and posting it.
That’s probably why I’ve always loved Hilly’s idea of a Self Love Day.
Except I decided not to do one again this year due to time constraints and a full house over the weekend. Even though it wouldn’t be considered “traditional”, I had a pretty good day, too. Take that, filet mignon and lobster eaters!
7:30 a.m. woke up with a migraine headache. Fingers were swollen. Made the assumption that I needed to drink more water today.
8:00 a.m. did my normal Sunday routine of watching CBS Sunday Morning, reading Post Secret, and entering to win the HGTV house. I enter every day, actually. Because that house? With all it’s amenities and the green living lifestyle and being out in the desert where I can actually breathe easily? It should be mine. I want it to be mine. I love that house and have already named it but I won’t tell you the name unless I win the house.
9:00 a.m. pushed on my temples and wished for the Pancake Fairy to visit so I could feed my sons and my sister and her son and his friend from college. Lucked out and got an awesome sister who took everyone out for breakfast.
10:00 a.m. heard from my sweet Valentine that he wanted to come over and cook for me in the new deep fryer he bought. I won’t tell you his name either. Not unless I win that house. Decided to take the migraine medicine after all because what I was doing was NOT working.
The rest of the day was spent at a cheerleading competition my niece was in and let me say, there’s nothing like getting rid of a migraine and going to a convention center where thousands of girls are screaming and stomping their feet and clapping and squealing and MY GOD, THEY ARE LOUD. They are also weepy. Lots and lots of crying. Oh, and fake hair pieces. Those curly snap on pieces that look incredibly silly bouncing on top of their heads. Somewhere around 4:15 p.m. I wished for the Pancake Fairy to wrap me up in a giant pancake so the sound would be muffled. When it was all said and done we came home where my sweet Valentine and my son decided to deep fry a Twinkie. I’m not even kidding. They got Twinkies and Snickers and Mounds candy bars and deep fried the hell out of that stuff. Then we settled in to watch that graphic masterpiece Inglourious Basterds because hey! I’d already spent the day with screaming teens and artery clogging goodness and why not?
Who needs the Pancake Fairy on Valentine’s Day anyway? I had migraines and deep fried Twinkies and a sweet Valentine who spent the day with my family.
You’ve gotta be a little bit crazy to do all that.
Aw, your day started off craptastic but it ended wonderfully! I call it success.
My v-day started with roots clogging up the main sewer line from my house, resulting in every bit of TP we’d flushed in the last week or so making an appearance all over the bathroom floor, and the hallway, and a closet, and a bit leaked out into the garage.
I totally forgot about the holiday until I got online in the afternoon and saw all the schmoopyness.
So, yeah, I hear ya.
I totally wanted to click the link for Self Love Day, but I was afraid it would be NSFW. (Self Love = Pleasuring Yourself)
Sounds like a perfect Valentine’s Day!
Sounds wonderful
Wow! Your Valentine’s Day sounds almost like mine. Except I spent it at Applebees with 3 unhappy children who wanted 5 chicken tenders instead of the 3 that came with their meals. After dumping the unhappy, hungry children off on my sister in law I spent the remainder of my Valentines day with a dirty, futuristic Denzel Washington who wiped himself clean with a Kentucky Fried Chicken wet wipe. Have you seen The Book Of Eli?Phenomenal movie!
Y’all are too funny. Next year we have a Worst Valentine’s Day contest.
With week old half-eaten chocolates as the prize.
Oh, Krystal? I haven’t seen that yet. Since you’ve recommended then I will put it on my list, though!
Deep fried Oreos are better.
Inglorious Bastards, eh? We watched Band of Brothers which is basically one of the LEAST romantic mini-series EVER (which seems obvious on hindsight). Basically I weeped and cringed for an hour and was all “Stop trying to spoon me. Are you made of stone??”
I did get the best Valentines Day gift ever when Pat halfheartedly completed some of the home improvement projects I’ve been harassing him to finish for the last, oh, year. Although actually that may actually a gift to himself because if that shizzy isn’t done by the time I host this baby shower next week I’ve warned that I WILL go bat-shit crazy on him.
Whew. That is all.
Hey my kids cheer too. Know all too well about convention centers full of loud music and even louder kids. Who does your niece cheer for?
What competition were you at?
She cheers for a school in the south suburbs of Chicago, but her team came here for the competition. It was at PCCC.
I think my ears are still ringing.