The Day of Wine and Roses
I took a personal day today. It's already begun to fill up with errands, last minute this and that, stuff postponed from the weekend, last minute emergencies, etc.
#2's class is having a small Valentine's party. I am already in the dog house cause we didn't add candy to the cards for the class. I hate the whole idea of Valentine's Day for children, especially it becoming just another shakedown for candy. This year I rebelled, but of course, I don't have to suffer the repercussions. I plan to attend the party, so he can point the finger of parental blame if necessary.
My teenager is totally angsting over the fact that he has no Valentine. It's serious business by 8th grade. He did write a nice note to the new girl in class, adding a tootsie roll pop (candy cane flavor, all pink and red and white swirls, very appropriate), but whether he'll summon up the moxie to deliver, I do not know. He was originally planning on going with an anonymous note, but hey, take credit for the attempt I say, even if it ends in tears. Or sulks. Or black depression.
My idea of Valentine's day is that it is a celebration of the idea of romantic love. It's a fictionalization of the awkward, messy, often painful real thing. It's love in quotes, love with an asterisk. (No guarantee of results. Some restrictions apply. Objects in mirror may appear larger than in real life.) It's poetry and country music and sappy movies and fluffy fic. It's not what you expect out of a relationship lived every day. It's a deep hidden underground sea of shared recognition: this guy, that kiss, this moment, that 'ship.
I've always celebrated the idea of Valentine's, whether I was in a relationship or not. Easier if you're not, if the relationship you're in is on its way out. So let the fluff fly today. Have a glass of wine, toast your favorite 'ship, real or fictional, and the varieties of romance the human race has managed to invent.
I'll join you later. After I finish my errands. :)
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Only ever really one story
A boy and a girl and a dream of the world
An apple, a kiss
A moment of sky, the moment you choose without knowing why
Burning like a fever inside you
The heat of your skin and the taste of your lips
A shadow, a storm,
A darkening sky, the reason you live, the secret you hide
And God said the reason had hung from the tree, but I feel the reason hanging on me
I am free of my innocence, falling too far
I am helpless to change, I am hopelessly lost, I am all that you are
I've fallen from all I know to keep you here, I need you here
I wonder how far to go without you here
Only ever really one story
A boy and a girl and the end of the world,
A secret, a kiss,
A hole in the sky
The reason you fall, the moment you fly
And God said the reason had hung from the tree, but I feel the reason hanging on me
I am free of my innocence, falling too far
I am helpless to change, I am hopelessly lost...
I am all that you are
Adam and Eve (October Project)
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When the skies are a bright canary yellow
I forget every cloud I've ever seen,
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green.
I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we're done and we might as well be dead,
But I'm only a cockeyed optimist
And I can't get it into my head.
I hear the human race
Is falling on its face
And hasn't very far to go,
But every whippoorwill
Is sellin' me a bill,
And telling me it just ain't so.
I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart,But I'm stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope,
And I can't get it out of my heart!
Not this heart...
A Cockeyed Optimist (South Pacific--Rodgers and Hammerstein)
source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/
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#2's class is having a small Valentine's party. I am already in the dog house cause we didn't add candy to the cards for the class. I hate the whole idea of Valentine's Day for children, especially it becoming just another shakedown for candy. This year I rebelled, but of course, I don't have to suffer the repercussions. I plan to attend the party, so he can point the finger of parental blame if necessary.
My teenager is totally angsting over the fact that he has no Valentine. It's serious business by 8th grade. He did write a nice note to the new girl in class, adding a tootsie roll pop (candy cane flavor, all pink and red and white swirls, very appropriate), but whether he'll summon up the moxie to deliver, I do not know. He was originally planning on going with an anonymous note, but hey, take credit for the attempt I say, even if it ends in tears. Or sulks. Or black depression.
My idea of Valentine's day is that it is a celebration of the idea of romantic love. It's a fictionalization of the awkward, messy, often painful real thing. It's love in quotes, love with an asterisk. (No guarantee of results. Some restrictions apply. Objects in mirror may appear larger than in real life.) It's poetry and country music and sappy movies and fluffy fic. It's not what you expect out of a relationship lived every day. It's a deep hidden underground sea of shared recognition: this guy, that kiss, this moment, that 'ship.
I've always celebrated the idea of Valentine's, whether I was in a relationship or not. Easier if you're not, if the relationship you're in is on its way out. So let the fluff fly today. Have a glass of wine, toast your favorite 'ship, real or fictional, and the varieties of romance the human race has managed to invent.
I'll join you later. After I finish my errands. :)
************************************************
Only ever really one story
A boy and a girl and a dream of the world
An apple, a kiss
A moment of sky, the moment you choose without knowing why
Burning like a fever inside you
The heat of your skin and the taste of your lips
A shadow, a storm,
A darkening sky, the reason you live, the secret you hide
And God said the reason had hung from the tree, but I feel the reason hanging on me
I am free of my innocence, falling too far
I am helpless to change, I am hopelessly lost, I am all that you are
I've fallen from all I know to keep you here, I need you here
I wonder how far to go without you here
Only ever really one story
A boy and a girl and the end of the world,
A secret, a kiss,
A hole in the sky
The reason you fall, the moment you fly
And God said the reason had hung from the tree, but I feel the reason hanging on me
I am free of my innocence, falling too far
I am helpless to change, I am hopelessly lost...
I am all that you are
Adam and Eve (October Project)
***********************************
When the skies are a bright canary yellow
I forget every cloud I've ever seen,
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green.
I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we're done and we might as well be dead,
But I'm only a cockeyed optimist
And I can't get it into my head.
I hear the human race
Is falling on its face
And hasn't very far to go,
But every whippoorwill
Is sellin' me a bill,
And telling me it just ain't so.
I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart,But I'm stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope,
And I can't get it out of my heart!
Not this heart...
A Cockeyed Optimist (South Pacific--Rodgers and Hammerstein)
source: http://www.lyricsondemand.com/
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