Valentine's Day and all that nonsense

This was the worst idea ever. I had this heart shaped spring-form cake pan that had not been used, ever. We have had it for about 15 years and just never used the damn thing. Big Daddy makes this wonderful hot milk sponge cake with a coconut-walnut broiled topping. So I suggested he make it in the heart pan for Valentine's Day. Bad idea. Cake came out too dense and too weird. But it was a great idea. Should probably give the pan to the thrift shop.

Something I have harped on for years has come to pass. GM is recalling cars because the ignition switch cannot take the load of 4 million keys, discount cards and rabbit's feet. Just when did it become fashion to put every key that one might use in one's lifetime on one key ring, that is ludicrous. And then hang it from your car ignition and think that all is fine.

I called my nail gal for a quick manicure on Friday. I was not able to get an appointment  so I went to AJ Nails for an Asian quickie. It was all I remembered from China, the worst of the worst and no massage or care technique but much cheaper for a slam and bam job. I hate it when they all chatter in another language while we all sit there wondering if they are talking about us.

Monday is my new location day and I do not have my new lime green vest. I am rather upset. Life can be a bitch.

Saint Valentine's Day

Just some random thoughts about Valentine's Day, the day of love-sucking up-begging forgiveness-and for some paying dues. The rest of us just generally don't care unless there is a pressing reason to remember this day.

A few years ago I felt such a need. I told Big Daddy "I expect big, big, excessive Valentine's recognition." BIG-YOU HEAR ME ---BIG. He delivered. It was excessive. It was over the top. It was obscene. I loved it. A beautiful antique garnet necklace, fabulous garnet earrings, red robe-nightgown-slippers, flowers, gourmet dinner, and a card hidden in my smut magazine that I almost did not see. You see I got up from the table without reading the smut collection he had left for me-another gift-and I heard him say, "I got you the Enquirer". I said yes dear, I will read it tomorrow. He said NO, OPEN IT NOW. Well there was my very gushy card. Yes, indeed, he went all out. Just as I asked and that one year it was important to me.

Generally we no longer buy presents for each other on "special occasions". We either buy what we want, sigh over something, or I will hint to Big Daddy that we NEED something I know he wants. That is how it should be. If I see something for someone, something special, I get it and give it to them. Why wait for "special occasions" to make someone happy.

Also, when you gift someone, it should mean something. The price tag does not matter, the thought matters. I collect bohemian garnets, but I can afford it. Might should say could here, as we don't know the future. Anyway, I eat well because Big Daddy loves to cook and Big Daddy wears antique cuff-links because he loves them and I search for them to make him happy when he has a bad day. That is love.

To all my Valentines: Big Daddy, Punkinhead, Gramma, My Mom, Grrdog, BFF(no blog name yet), and all my peeps. Much love and blessings.