Valentines it really?

It is 10:20pm the close of Valentines Day here in Australia…well for this little Rambly anyway.

At work 2 ladies received flowers (I told Mr. S not to bother) though yes a little part of me secretely wished he had, but I can’t really say why, just to compete with those that did I think. The 7 women in my workplace all had that look of ‘Oh they are for me I know they are and the look of disappointment when the courier said for ‘blagh blagh’. Yes they cast slightly green eyes in their direction, except for me as I told Mr S ..NO.

We I don’t celebrate this day so much here, as in other parts of the world.
It’s a number…. the number 14.
“The number fourteen signifies the unexpected and your need to adapt to ever-changing circumstances”… well I didn’t get flowers and I should be ok with that? (no it’s not spam-a-licious) it’s me writing.

We went out for dinner, I had a Fishermans Basket or for us equals out there a Fisherwoman’s Basket…flounder, prawns, calamari, salad and chips. Mr. S had Spaghetti Cabonara. I had wine, he had a beer.

We talked about the Car Saga (yes it continues) we talked about the situation at work (yes that still continues). Then we came home. I went onto the computer to answer my comments and do a post which is this, he’s upstairs watching TV or reading some SCIFI thing on his Kindle…. ah true romance, but I’m ok with that… ain’t Valentines Day just spiffy!

There are the for’s and against’s for Valentines Day.
I’m leaning towards the against – please don’t be angry.
The argument which reins supreme is why do we need to celebrate our love for one another on a “Special Day” of the year. Hmm obviously we hate each other’s guts every other day and the 14 of February is when we get to play nice.

Flowers, cards, lingerie (if you get the wrong size ..are you in deep… ), a years subscription to a golfing mag, all manner of gifts, either from our loved one or an unknown admirer (ie: the one who hasn’t got enough b….s to shower you with gifts at any other time of the year) are bestowed. For the women they are just to shy, as they don’t have …. well you know.

Am I being a little harsh? Perhaps.

Most of these ‘Days’ are invented for the sole purpose of money making.
Apparently it VD (sorry Valentines Day – it really has nothing to do with Venereal Disease) dates back to the 3rd Century AD with Saint Valentine, of course he was big into the money making scandals, making his own Hallmark cards, picking weeds, as roses weren’t around then, going out to slay the nearest animal for it’s fur etc etc.
Another theory dates to the Roman Festival called Lupercalia, with some god of fertility. I’ll leave that well enough alone.

To those that truly believe … I wish you all a beautiful day.

For the ladies
May you receive flowers and a hand written card (from the one who loves you not the Florist down the street)
May you be spoilt with lingerie, or jewellery, or a dinner out or home cooked.
May you have a bath run for you (if you like baths)
May you have time to be yourself with your man (without any little rodents running round your feet).

For the men
Do the right thing or you will live to regret it.

Over and out from the Rambly Woman.


21 thoughts on “Valentines it really?

  1. Right now where I am at 6 o’clock in the morning. I always tell lance not to buy me anything or do anything for me. I would much rather spend the money on our kids.

    • Why are you up so early woman! Yes money better spent on the kids. If something has to bought for this ‘special’ day a bunch of flowers or a hand made card, or a simple message as on your post. πŸ™‚

  2. I know what you mean…about not expecting anything, but then feeling a bit blah, when you don’t get anything, lol. Strange lot we women are. πŸ™‚ I was very surprised to receive some roses. Felt a bit guilty really because all I did was make him a card. I made it in the shape of a daisy with removable petals for him to pluck. On each 2nd petal I wrote “I love you” on the bit that was inserted into the “centre” of the daisy, on the alternate petals I jokingly wrote a task he’s been promising to do round the house. lol! I’m so mean. That was BEFORE the roses arrived though. Well, I’ll have to think of something nice to do for him. Maybe we’ll go somewhere this weekend. You’re right, it shouldn’t just be ONE day. πŸ™‚

    • The card sounds just as awesome as receiving the flowers, and yours was a heart felt ‘made’ gift. I do love the addition of the chores though ! Yes we are a strange ‘bunch’ pardon the pun, we don’t want but then we get peeved if they really listen and don’t give. VD should be every day, not just a once off. The only real celebrations should be birthdays, names day, or Christmas…but perhaps that’s just me. πŸ™‚

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  5. So here’s the thing Mumsy, I agree, I think all days, even Mother’s Day and Father’s Day should be celebrated all year round,I don’t like the whole commercial aspect of it… Buuuuut I love flowers πŸ™‚ and if my hubby gets me some, I am thrilled. He generally does something for all three girls in his life, that way it’s more family oriented and less about us. I add these little notes in the girls lunches every now and then, so today, I made it a heart shaped one and i’m sure they will be really surprised… we do no more than that,we try to celebrate birthday and anniversaries more. I will however, celebrate by eating some really delicious dark chocolate πŸ˜‰ um, no actually I do that all year…:-) *giggling*

    • I do agree with you sweet, I was juz saying that the ‘importance’ that is placed on the 14th should be something that is felt and acted upon on other days. The commercial aspect as you say has gotten way out of control. It would be lovely and is lovely when our other half comes homes with flowers, or sends them to our work..just for the hell of it. The notes are a cute idea. πŸ™‚ Did you celebrate VDay when you loved here? I just had a mouthful of dark chocolate… you are bad corrupting me like this! πŸ˜‰ xxx

  6. It sounds like you had a lovely nice day with Mr. S. And if a man wants to buy you gifts I think you should let him–ok that did not sound right–your husband or boyfriend not strange men. i am taking myself out to my favorte vegan restaurant for dinner after class and I getting dressed up in Valentine’s color–pair of lavendar jeans if they fit, red top, white jacket and pink purse and red high heel shoes–OMG am I going to look like a walking hallmark card. This is the one day I should drive my pink van but it’s a gas guzzler. Of course all of this after my guitar class today. So flloking forward to a yummy dinner that I did not have to cook……

    • No lol not the day, just dinner as we both worked, sometimes he surprises me and will buy flowers, or if we are out shopping he will buy me shoes or a dress that I have my eye on. It’s the little things that don’t require ‘a day’ to show someone you care. I hope you had a beautiful dinner and you should have taken a photo in your VDay outfit! LOL I liked the flloking forward πŸ˜‰ xxx

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  8. Well…since I am single….tis just me and the box of truffles I bought for myself lol.

    I don’t like it…I don’t not like it. I think it is grand to see people in love though *smiles* … though you are correct…people should show one another every day nod nods.

    A belated Happy Valentines Day to you Mumsy….from me *smiles*

    • Thank you and also to you sweet – I think a box of Truffles is a lovely way to celebrate…chocolate is good for any day for any occasion! Yes good to see people in love and I am sure they carry that throughout the year …well I hope they would πŸ˜‰ xxx

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