Thursday, February 14, 2008
Valentine's Day, Schmalentine's Day!
Grrrrr. Rowr! What a day!Lost my dadgum checkbook in this hotel, in Oklahoma City!
Dr. ER, my beloved, is at this hotel, in San Antonio!
Sweetieless! On Sweetie Day! Poop.
So, I'm at this bar, hangin' out with a 10-year-old!
--ER
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This is karma's way of reminding you what we singles go through every dang year on this date. It stinks! I was hoping for better for you, though. Thought maybe you or the Dr. would find a way to surprise one another. Sorry that didn't happen for you.
Dadgum it, I didn't say nothin' about gettin' drunk. I'm mainly here for the cigar, since it's too cold to sit on the porch at the house. And I came back downtown to see about my checkbook.
He said, sipping a Boddington.
He said, sipping a Boddington.
Trixie: I didn't know where Dr. ER was even going to be today until late last night. It's been a crazyu week for both of us. But, last night we agreed to just put off Sweetie Day until a week from tonight, when she'll be here! :-) :-) And, Bird and YB and the granddogs are drivin' over from Houston to stay with her at the fancy-schmancy hotel; then they all are goin' back to Houston to watch the Daytona 500 together, and Dr. ER will get to see the granddogs, so by the time she gets here she'll be all Birded up and granddogged up and happy as all get-out. It'll be nice. :-)
BTW, the Beagle-lovin' ER family is tickled with the results at Westminster! My in-laws are Beagle peeps! I love it! It's dang near like a scrubbed-up redneck at ballet!
BTW, the Beagle-lovin' ER family is tickled with the results at Westminster! My in-laws are Beagle peeps! I love it! It's dang near like a scrubbed-up redneck at ballet!
Ah, my dear friend ER, I've been moping all day about the time I almost made a movie with Meryl Streep but lost out to Rowdy Yates.
Them ole lost loves and sad valentines days almost make me wish I could smoke a cigar and get drunk my own self.
Them ole lost loves and sad valentines days almost make me wish I could smoke a cigar and get drunk my own self.
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Chin up, JTB. Fat Man luvs U!
And for my own self: 1., my checkbook, it turns out, was in yesterday's britches; and 2., Taco Bell has brought back the Enchirito! Life is good.
And for my own self: 1., my checkbook, it turns out, was in yesterday's britches; and 2., Taco Bell has brought back the Enchirito! Life is good.
Glad you found your checkbook ER.
Best thing about yesterday was that I was able to pretty much ignore V Day in favor of baseball as it was the day for pitchers and catchers to report for spring training.
Best thing about yesterday was that I was able to pretty much ignore V Day in favor of baseball as it was the day for pitchers and catchers to report for spring training.
Every time Valentimes Day comes around I am always reminded of years ago when I worked as a printer for a Student Newspaper. It was a hot type, stone makeup, with a flat bed press (as though any of yous all would know what that really means). Test run of final paper. Everybody is reading through it one last time to find mistakes.
Full page add from a local clothing store:
HAPPY V.D. DAY!
Full page add from a local clothing store:
HAPPY V.D. DAY!
Was that Harold's, by chance? I know what you're talking about. It seems our paths may have crossed at some point.
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My wife and I don't get too caught up on Valentine's Day. We don't see the need to focus our love on just one day. That said, we still exchange cards, but that's about it.
After supper on Wednesday night, I was going to the local all-service store to gather a few items and get cards for my girls and a little present for our 5-year-old. As my wife was cooking said feast, she mentioned, "I hate this (effing) skillet. Do you know what you can get me for Valentine's Day? A new skillet. It doesn't have to be a good skillet, just a new one."
So when I ventured to the store, I decided that, yes, I was going to get my wife what she asked for. I also purchased a couple of books our youngster could read and the two cards for my girls. I even got the gift bags for said ... gifts, one very large one that could hold the skillet.
When I returned home, I placed the girls' gifts in my wife's vehicle so they could see them first thing in the morning en route to school/work. Then as I ventured into the house, my wife informed me that she needed some things from the grocery store so she could make our little one some heart-shaped muffins for breakfast on Valentine's Day. She also asked if I had purchased a card for the youngster from both of us, and I said no (beings that she's my stepdaughter, I think it's important that she gets some things just from me). My beautiful bride hadn't had time to get ANY cards for Valentine's, "If you know what I mean," she said.
Back out into the world I trekked to get the baking items. I had also decided to purchase a card from Mommy to Daughter. Then as I walked into the store, a smirk covered my face as I thought, "What a better gift for my wife than getting her a card to give to me." So I purchased two cards for my bride to give away.
That night, she looked through the grocery sack and said, "Can I read these?" Sure, they're for you, and she commenced to reading the one for our little one. "Oh, you did very well, honey."
I'm glad. I looked long and hard to pick out a good one for her.
"What's this other one for?" she asked.
Just read it, I replied.
The giggles ensued. "You bought me a card to give to you? Awwww ..."
She saw the humor in it.
The next morning, the girls were surprised to see somewhat frozen bags in my wife's ride. The youngster loved her books, and then my wife bragged about the skillet to her co-workers. One replied, "I'd beat my husband over the head with it if he ever gave me a skillet."
But my wife replied, "But it's what I wanted, and he made me smile on Valentine's Day. What else could a woman want?"
You see, I gave my wife flowers a couple weeks ago just because. I'll likely present her with a dozen more on Feb. 25 when we celebrate the second anniversary of the day I proposed to her in front of 200-or-so people at a rodeo fund-raiser.
Those things mean much more to me (and my wife, I suspect) than a Hallmark Holiday designed to provide card-carriers and florists with their annual profits.
Oh, and as far as the best print ad ever? John Deere for a long time held the slogan, "Nothing Runs Like a Deere." The weekly newspaper in Osborne, Kan., published a full-page ad for the local John Deere dealership. But some words in the slogan were missing (as if the words were cut to fit the ad and pasted onto the page, and part of it had fallen off before the page went to press): "So come by XXX YYY Implement, Where Nothing Runs ..."
My wife and I don't get too caught up on Valentine's Day. We don't see the need to focus our love on just one day. That said, we still exchange cards, but that's about it.
After supper on Wednesday night, I was going to the local all-service store to gather a few items and get cards for my girls and a little present for our 5-year-old. As my wife was cooking said feast, she mentioned, "I hate this (effing) skillet. Do you know what you can get me for Valentine's Day? A new skillet. It doesn't have to be a good skillet, just a new one."
So when I ventured to the store, I decided that, yes, I was going to get my wife what she asked for. I also purchased a couple of books our youngster could read and the two cards for my girls. I even got the gift bags for said ... gifts, one very large one that could hold the skillet.
When I returned home, I placed the girls' gifts in my wife's vehicle so they could see them first thing in the morning en route to school/work. Then as I ventured into the house, my wife informed me that she needed some things from the grocery store so she could make our little one some heart-shaped muffins for breakfast on Valentine's Day. She also asked if I had purchased a card for the youngster from both of us, and I said no (beings that she's my stepdaughter, I think it's important that she gets some things just from me). My beautiful bride hadn't had time to get ANY cards for Valentine's, "If you know what I mean," she said.
Back out into the world I trekked to get the baking items. I had also decided to purchase a card from Mommy to Daughter. Then as I walked into the store, a smirk covered my face as I thought, "What a better gift for my wife than getting her a card to give to me." So I purchased two cards for my bride to give away.
That night, she looked through the grocery sack and said, "Can I read these?" Sure, they're for you, and she commenced to reading the one for our little one. "Oh, you did very well, honey."
I'm glad. I looked long and hard to pick out a good one for her.
"What's this other one for?" she asked.
Just read it, I replied.
The giggles ensued. "You bought me a card to give to you? Awwww ..."
She saw the humor in it.
The next morning, the girls were surprised to see somewhat frozen bags in my wife's ride. The youngster loved her books, and then my wife bragged about the skillet to her co-workers. One replied, "I'd beat my husband over the head with it if he ever gave me a skillet."
But my wife replied, "But it's what I wanted, and he made me smile on Valentine's Day. What else could a woman want?"
You see, I gave my wife flowers a couple weeks ago just because. I'll likely present her with a dozen more on Feb. 25 when we celebrate the second anniversary of the day I proposed to her in front of 200-or-so people at a rodeo fund-raiser.
Those things mean much more to me (and my wife, I suspect) than a Hallmark Holiday designed to provide card-carriers and florists with their annual profits.
Oh, and as far as the best print ad ever? John Deere for a long time held the slogan, "Nothing Runs Like a Deere." The weekly newspaper in Osborne, Kan., published a full-page ad for the local John Deere dealership. But some words in the slogan were missing (as if the words were cut to fit the ad and pasted onto the page, and part of it had fallen off before the page went to press): "So come by XXX YYY Implement, Where Nothing Runs ..."
I am not getting these comments as e-mails today, for some reason, so I just saw about half of these. Grrr.
The last two posts I've submitted, I gotten a Mail Delivery problem from your e-mail.
Don't know why, bt it's happened.
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