I have used this over-commercialized holiday as an excuse to buy myself some art. I've had my eye on these things for a bit now. I intended to buy one, but went a bit nuts. Thing is all of them are prints and cost $20 or less.
I also bought two bug etchings for my eldest nephew. He turns 8 in less than a month. He has been into bugs for years now. One print is a beetle and the other has a dragonfly and a bee. They are both quite tiny. I thought they would go well with his cicada shadow box. I think he might appreciate having his very own "real" art. If not, he'll still have some new bug stuff for his wall. Here again, I meant to buy one, but could not decide between two. I may just give him the beetle first to see how he likes it.
I stayed inside all day yesterday. Remember when snow days were presents? Now when it's too crappy to get to work, I just log on from home. It's nice, because I don't have to risk my neck, but it's a pain because the show must go on regardless of weather. I have little discipline working at home, therefore I was working until 1 am this morning because I frittered away my day. Silly girl.
Some coworkers have gotten roses at work today. Which is nice, but I don't feel left out. The one time I actually had a boyfriend on Valentine's Day was horrendous, a complete disaster.
I was eighteen, deeply in love for the first time and overflowing with expectations. Matt drove down to U of I for the weekend with one of my best friends, David, who just happened to be in love with my roommate. They swung by Western Illinois University first to pick up Brian. Brian brought along his girlfriend and her roommate. The roommate intended to surprise her boyfriend, but he wasn't in town so she sulked in my dorm room all weekend. Sounds cozy, no? Take seven teenagers in a dorm room for two, add alcohol, drugs, and the couple across the hall and you've good yourself a dramatic farce.
I have some lovely photos from that weekend and a healthy attitude about February 14. I spent 17 years pining for my own special valentine. My expectations led to nothing but disappointment and resentment. The next year a small group of us went out for a non-romantic lunch and gave each other silly little toys as friendly gifts. It was fun. A few years later I regressed a bit and baked heart-shaped pink icing cookies which I delivered anonymously. But since then I've been drama-free on this date.
I don't resent or envy the romantic gestures of others. I just find it safer and saner to abstain. Wishing you a drama free Valentine's Day!