An oldie but goodie for Valentines Day

This is an old post, but fitting for V-Day.  (That's Valentines Day, not Vasectomy day.  But that was a day to celebrate too!)



Frankly, there are no other men I loved before other than my husband. Ok, ok so you are rolling your eyes right now, but I have to be honest, Dan is the ONLY man I was ever in love with. After reading this you may understand why and applaud me for jumping at the chance to marry Dan.

1. My very first date was with this very handsome guy named Bryan. He was 19 and I was 16. He met my horrible and intimidating brothers and never called again.

2. Boyfriend #1 was a friend of Dan's - who I dated AFTER dating Dan in highschool. Big mistake. Most people believe he is likely to be the next unibomber - either than or will turn into my gay neighbor Larry. My brothers hated him because he did not own 1 single pair of pants - when he went to the desert in the winter to visit his dad in prison, he had to borrow his little sister's pants.

3. Boyfriend #2 Jeff. A decent guy but we were an odd mix. I was the prim and proper pastor's daughter who loved to wear pink. He had long hair and wore torn Metallica tee shirts everywhere - including church. He barely graduated highschool and had no plans for the future - very unlike my goal oriented self, but I adored him anyway. My brothers hate HIM because they swore they saw him wear bicycle shorts one day - an unforgivable crime.

4. Boyfriend #3 Kent. He was my first serious boyfriend in college. He cried about everything. We went to go see A Walk In the Clouds on our first date and did not cry - he SOBBED. Then he looked over at me and said, "you're not crying?". He cried over everything - especially wheat fields.(He was from Montana and missed them so bad....ick) Does he need more of a reason for my brothers to hate him?

5. Boyfriend #4 Todd aka Comb Over Guy. Yes, he had a comb over. He was 24 at the time. He was also very short. I have no idea why I dated him. He had just broken up with a girl who was gorgeous. He told me I was not nearly as pretty. How is it short ugly guys get such great women? My brothers hated him purely for his comb over.

This was all before the time I was 20 years old and I was disillusioned to the world of men. And then...

6. Dan. My brothers like him. So I married him.

Possibilities

One of the following happened yesterday that kept me from doing a Valentine's Day blog:

1. In my old age, I simply forgot.

2. I was swept away in an endless romance and could not make it to the computer through the piles of candy and flowers sent to me by countless lovers.

3. I spent the day covered in sugar, flour and children making cookies and candies. Then fell asleep with pink icing on the corner of my mouth so as to entice my husband with my ratty t-shirt and stained jeans and slippers.

Remember when Valentine's Day was actually romantic spent doing wonderful things like candlelit dinners, moonlight walks, slow dancing, romantic getaways? Maybe if I put romance on my day planner...(***Kristin, remember to be romantic tonight....take a shower at least, put on underwear that is not reminiscent of your grandmother)

In all honesty, in all the chaos we had a nice day. The kids had a great time making heart shaped cookies with me...licking the knife with every swipe of icing. (Remind me not to share these cookies with anyone...) Dan gave me a really thoughtful and ROMANTIC! gift. It was a really pretty journal with all kinds of sweet notes to me in it. I absolutely loved it.

Savannah made me a card at school, but then decided to give it to someone else. Hmph.

I also got a wonderful surprise in the mail from Carly. She sent me a birthday gift. It made my day. I wish my camera had batteries so that I could have taken a picture. It was a lovely card, an Aquarius magnet, and a chic lit book by Jennifer Weiner which I can't wait to read. Thanks, Carly!!

All in all a nice Valentine's Day. Even if we did just go to bed and watch TV. If you can't be away at some romantic hotel, being at home cuddled up in bed with some kiddie saliva cookies that were made with love ain't so bad.