Feb 15 2012

Valentine’s Leftovers

In my post yesterday I kept trying to find a way to abbreviate ‘Valentine’s Day’ (besides just leaving off the ‘St.’ like everyone else). After all, we abbreviate ‘Christmas’ as ‘Xmas.’ But how would we abbreviate Valentine’s Day?

Expressing it as ‘VD’ just doesn’t sound right for a holiday that celebrates love.

Still, it wouldn’t  make the holiday nearly as trampy as Halloween.

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Feb 14 2012

The St. Valentine’s Day Bitters

You can identify all of the people who wish to be in love but currently are not by their ‘I hate Valentine’s Day’ posts on Facebook, the poor blighters. If they were happily single or just ambivalent, they wouldn’t have anything to say. How many posts have you seen from me on the topic of National Peanut Butter Day (January 24)?

Yeah, I know some of you, both in love and out, see it as a scam cooked up by greeting card manufacturers, but I feel no more compelled to do something I don’t want by Valentine’s Day than I feel constrained from doing something I do want by that whole, ‘forsaking all others’ part of our marriage vows. Heather and I see it as simply an excuse to go buy something nice for each other, which we might normally do anyway. When you celebrate as many days as we do together (first date, first kiss, Hanukkah, Friday, 17 1/2th anniversary, National Peanut Butter Day), Valentine’s is just another opportunity to express being happily married.

It’s funny, and somehow very telling, that the Roman Catholic church has 25 patron saints of unhappy marriages, but only one saint of happy marriages (I’ll let you figure it out).

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Nov 23 2011

Dumpster Divin’

Way back in the day the 9-530 crew at work was awesome. It consisted of me, Kaleb, Jimmy, and Timmy.

One night close to Christmas we clocked out together and headed to the shuttle. On the way we passed a certain department. The custodians had left a dumpster outside the department, and they had discarded a large, gold box of chocolates.

Before I continue, let me quantify the word ‘large.’ One thing that drives me crazy is when I go to the store to pick something up for my wife and she says she needs something, like say, ‘a large can of green beans.’

“How big is large? 10 oz? 14 oz? 28 oz?”

“You know, one of the big ones.”

“No, I don’t know. That’s why I asked .”

“Just get me two big ones.”

So when I say they discarded a large box of chocolates, what I mean is that the box was something like 1.5 x 2.5 feet.

But it had the look of that cheap, waxy, off-brand chocolate they market around the holidays to poor saps in search of a last-minute gift for someone they barely know but don’t want to appear cheap or rude.

We all stared at it with a mixture of piqued curiosity, disdain, and then, suddenly, a wee bit of peckishness.

The box was just sitting there, completely sealed and unopened.

We all decided to try it, making a pact never to reveal that we had eaten chocolate that was found in a dumpster (and we never did). We quickly looked around, grabbed one piece apiece, and hopped on the shuttle to try our newly acquired waxy candy.

As we all agreed later, that was probably the best chocolate we had had in our entire lives. But then we were in a dilemma: how to drive back up to work, go past the security checkpoint, surreptitiously remove the world’s biggest gold box of chocolate and transport it back to the car (or cars).

Now every time it gets close to Christmas and I walk past that department, I long for dumpster chocolate.

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Nov 26 2009

Thanksgiving

Some of my happiest memories are from Thanksgivings past. Family gathered together preparing and then eating a ton of food. Stories told over the dinner table about this cousin or that uncle. Playing various card or board games way into the night.

This Thanksgiving will be bittersweet for me though; as some of you know my mother passed away this year and this is our first big family holiday without her. We are going to be with my Dad in Osceola and I know there will be times when remembering will lead to many tears. I miss her but am glad that her pain is gone and she is with our Lord in Heaven. But I can’t stop wishing that we could have had her for just a bit longer.

My little sister will be giving birth in June of next year and Mom won’t be there. She won’t get to see her granddaughters graduate or get married. She won’t be there for me to call when I just need someone to lean on. She won’t be there for me to hug, tease, or joke with. But she is always in my heart. 

I challenge all of you reading this to give a hug to all your relatives, even weird Aunt Bessie, because this might be the last Thanksgiving you have with them. Get over your petty arguments and disagreements that have been going on for years. Be happy that they are part of your heritage and remember those that are gone from you now.

I plan on remembering my mother by telling lots of funny stories that she was involved in and giving lots of hugs to those relatives who remain.

And I can’t lie: I will be shedding lots of tears also.

I love you mom and will always miss you and your smile.

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Jan 1 2009

Happy New Year

Happy 2009 to everyone. I hope you all have a great year.

I am off from work for the holiday, and have been doing some cleanup and organization on the blog. I hope to get the site design cleaned up a little bit, but don’t hold your breath.

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