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.


20 Things not to give your Wife for Christmas

I was struggling …lost for words… (I know you are shaking your heads…how could I ever be at a loss for words)

Hmm  an amazing talented writing Panda (though he is meant to be Fierce – don’t believe him – oh and if you haven’t done already please sign up for C4C details are on his site) gave me the idea for this post…though I have enlarged it a tad as I was on a bare with me.

How keen am I to ask for suggestions? I am still asking if anyone is interested. How dedicated am I for I only rose from my slumber 45 mins ago and I’m already at the keyboard (yes I do have a life and I am in my sexy lingerie  dressing gown with just some free time on my hands).

ANYHOO let’s begin shall we or you will get so bored with my introduction to this post you’ll be yelling “next” and moving onto the next person.

20 Things Not To Buy Your Wife/Girlfriend/Significant Other For Christmas 

  • A cordless drill – NO – that is your job to screw in those few planks of wood on the decking – she just had a manicure, which cost you money, do you really want to ruin that?
  • A double Season pass to UFC (cage fighting) or any other kind of sport ? which involves knocking someone else’s brains out – NO – she’s not in the least bit interested as much as she supports lies to you about your stupid love for it.
  • A subscription to Wheels Magazine –  NO – come on I mean really?  Do you honestly think she wants to know the F1 ratings, how much torque there is in the latest Mercedes, or the family wagon that’s faster than a Ferrari? I think not.
  • Jewellery from Kleins – NO – how very dare you! I love you so much honey that I bought you these imitation diamond (but look how big they are) stud earrings for you. 
  • Telescope – NO – the only stars she wants to see are Movie types – she doesn’t want to spend her valuable time gazing up the to heavens or seeing Uranus.
  • Camping Gear – NO not unless said camping gear comes along with a Queen size bed, a kitchen, an inside toilet,  shower oh and a jacuzzi .
  • A hedge trimmer – NO – not unless you are trying to tell her something?
  • Membership to Weight Watchers or the Gym – NO NO NO – what are you thinking man?  “But sweety you are always telling me you needed to lose a few pounds”?
  • Tea Towels – NO – can you see the expression on her face when she opens the beautifully soft and squishy present thinking it’s the dress she purposely pointed out to you when you both went shopping last week? 
  • Lingerie or Underwear – NO – NOT unless you know her size. You give a double D bra when she’s a 32A – that’s just asking for trouble. You give her a sexy lace camisole and knickers set in a size 6 not knowing she’s a 12???
  • Set of 6 matching Stubby Holders – NO – She’s wishing you would be civilised and drink from a glass for a change, seriously what use does she have for these??
  • Book Housekeeping for Dummies – NO – She knows you hate housework and are useless helping around the house..this would just confirm it.
  • Mop and Bucket – NO – it’s’s I have no words.
  • No to vegetable peelers with matching apple corers
  • No to a spice rack.
  • No to a whizz bang can opener.
  • No to a potato masher.
  • No to foil/cling wrap dispenser.
  • No to a Vacuum Cleaner
  • No to an invitation to go to an AA meeting

No men-folk it’s an easy task. You just have to think a little more…..