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me hearties

This year’s Valentine’s Day qualified as one of my best ever. Granted, the competition for the title includes one or two slightly better than average, a lot of not worth mentioning, and two complete catastrophes, but still this one was very good. It had all of the elements:

Sweets. I baked peanut butter cookies – from premade dough, but baked nonetheless – and took them to work, and people seemed to like them. I was given a cupcake just because someone had a few, and they were giving them to the girls. A guy at work also decided to give some of us girls a large bar of Hershey’s Special Dark.

Music. A guy at work and I sometimes swap CDs. We haven’t in a while, but I arrived to find The Who’s double CD greatest hits(?) collection waiting for me. I choose to believe that Work Guy waited specifically for Valentine’s Day to share it. 😉

Lunch provided by someone else. We had a working lunch, and pizza was provided. (Not to sound ungrateful, but my veggie one was highly unstellar. Dominoes, what has happened to you?)

Dinner prepared by someone else. My boyfriend offered to make the 1.5 hour drive to come see me. I *really* wasn’t expecting that, but I appreciated the offer and accepted. As planned, he made dinner. To my great delight he also arrived with …

Flowers. Hee.

All in all, a very good day.

Posted in blurbs

hat hair

After all this time I think I’ve realized something about my appearance: the more my bangs cover my forehead – without laying flat on it – the more my face is shaded from harsh overhead light, and the better I look.

To test this theory, I’ll be attempting to shape my bangs like the brim of a baseball cap. (Note to self: need extra hold gel.)

Posted in feelings, work

any right at all to criticize

“Yeah, we walk through the door, so accusing, their eyes, like they have any right at all to criticize. Hypocrites, you’re all here for the very same reason.” – Anna Nalick, Breathe

A guy at work was looking at the calendar in my office while he waited to talk to the person next door. This led to a brief discussion of birthdays, and he remembered that mine was in October, although he guessed the wrong day. I supplied the correction, and he, looking casually at the calendar, guessed the year. I corrected that, too, and he said, “Oh, is your age not a secret anymore?” (Apparently, he missed the meeting where it was announced. )

He did the math and exclaimed, “And you’re not married yet?!” Okay, see that? Is exactly why I didn’t want people to know my age. As I wrote previously, I didn’t want to be put in some box based on who people (aka They) think I should be at this age. And obviously They do just that! They hear the number and decide “she’s old and single and must therefore be pathetic and desperately seeking marriage to avoid impending spinsterhood.”

Yeah, I found that judgment maddening, but then, as I also wrote, what would be the appropriate age/marital status/life that would satisfy Them? Suppose I was single because I was divorced? Would They find that sufficiently respectable? I don’t think so, since a divorced lady was mentioned during lunch just last week, and They scoffed that she is a “train wreck” and it’s “no wonder she can’t get a man.”

What if I was married? Maybe even had a kid or two? Would *that* satisfy Them? Again, it isn’t likely, because They also talk about the married people we know, and more often than not, the spouse of the person in question is deemed a loser and the kids spoiled or bratty or delinquent.

What if I was single but content with my life, and I realized that Their need to belittle other people speaks volumes about Their own self-esteem issues? And what if I realized that the small-minded opinions of such people are not worth worrying about? Well, then I’d be exactly where I am now. *big smile*