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Once again...

02/15/04

Once again...

Permalink 08:52:00 pm by cassie, Categories: Announcements [A]

...I have my blogger back, thanks to Court The Internet Wizard and his lovely wife, Kali, who makes it all possible by making him lunch every afternoon so he doesn't waste away to nothingness. Thanks to you both. I bow in gratitude. :)

So.. I escaped unscathed by the big V Day. I spent the day writing papers and, later on that night, babysitting. My father bought my mom, my sister Tess, and I bouquets of spring flowers and gave us kisses right when we woke up. There's something wonderful about rolling out of bed in a Roadkill Cafe tee shirt and jeans, my hair all akimbo and everywhere, and my glasses half on my face (enough so that I can see to stumble downstairs), and still, there's a guy, my Dad, who doesn't shudder to look at me in that state. And gives me flowers, to boot. If only I could be so blessed to someday have a guy of my own love me so much that he could stand me in the morning enough to give me flowers. Then again, my dad does a pretty awesome job at that for the time being.

On the topic of my Dad, I have to give him a lot of credit. You know those women who always crab about their husbands who don't know how to do the romantic holidays the right way? Well, my Mom is not one of those. Like, sure, my Dad buys a sweet bunch of flowers for V Day for the ladies in the house, and that's always been really special, since I've only ever gotten flowers from one guy - my Dad. But the rest of the year he doesn't slack off either. He gets my Mom flowers all the time. I mean, not weekly or anything, but every once and a while he comes home with a bunch of them. They're never red roses or a bunch of carnations. They're always interesting flowers with funny looking ferns and big blossoms... they're just different ones than most people would think of buying.

I've always thought it offhandedly funny, somehow, because my Dad isn't really what you might picture as a flowery type of guy. He has a garage that is a metalworking shop. He sells his old stuff on eBay in order to get his "pin money" (family joke. heh heh) with which to buy more tools. I don't really know how he could need more tools, because he has a something tool for every situation you could possibly imagine, but every so often he finds something that he "really needs" and he buys it. He always tries to explain to me what exactly it is useful for. He hunts; he shoots in the trap and pistol leagues; he does his own reloading; he fixes cars, appliances, clockradios, and church boilers, among other church things needing fixin'; he's a man's man. Yet my Dad is also cultured. He reads Discover, Scientific American, Wired, and Smithsonian, and can explain physics theories with relative ease. He makes social and political commentary with surprising wit(though he sometimes repeats it several times if he thinks we haven't heard him). He does silversmithing and has made me, my Mom, and my sister a number of rings, earrings, and necklaces that are very delicate and lovely. He listens to Jethro Tull, and in his truck he has a tape of The Clash's Combat Rock that my Mom bought for him back in the day when they were dating. Sometimes it hits me like a rock - my Dad is a Renaissance man. How cool is that? And through it all, he still has time to buy flowers for my Mom, Tess, and me. Once, he came home from work carrying a bunch of Cat'o'ninetails that he had seen driving home. He stopped on the side of the highway, climbed over a guardrail, and cut down a few of them for us. I wish that the fluff had never come off of those and that I would have been able to keep it forever.

So that's my Valentine's Day, everyone. I know you all were waiting to hear how I spent it. Oh, and I got two Valentines this year. One was from Mark. It's an enormous flowery sympathy card with the "Sharing Your Sorrow" on the front crossed out with ball-point pen and "Happy Valentine's Day" written underneath. I got it on Thursday, I think, and it started my V Day weekend off with considerable good cheer. Then, on Saturday, I got a beautiful card from Handzel that wasn't really a Valentine at all, which was fine, and that had a Spongebob mini calendar in it. I miss my Handzel so, but I found out yesterday that she might be able to come down on Wednesday for a few days. I wait with bated breath to see her.

Sar was over today. She was supposed to study her Psychology notes, and I was supposed to start writing my history paper, but it all never really got off the ground. We ended up going to Office Max to buy manilla envelopes, Post-It Notes, gel pens, and a desk calendar. Then we went to CVS and I bought out the Post-V-Day chocolate stash with a small allowance from the relative monetary bounty (well, for me, at least) I made by babysitting yesterday while everyone else was sitting across the table from someone dark, swarthy, and handsome in the candlelight.

All-in-all, it wasn't a bad deal at all, and I'm very euphoric over my newly-bought chocolates. Sar was worried that I would freeze today as we went to buy them. All I had on was a long-sleeved teeshirt and jeans and a scarf. I'm so tired of the wintertime. Every day that it has been higher than 32 degrees these past weeks, I've worn teeshirts under my warm sweatshirts and sweaters as a sort of hopeful protest. If I feel naughty enough, I roll down the window of my car during my commute and, with my radio playing something over my awful Toyota speakers, let the warm/cold air rush into the car. At this time of the year, 37 and above is tee-shirt weather to me. Anything feels warmer than 5 degrees.

So now, Sar went home. I went to church, then went to the house of a family in our church for some pizza and icecream and a game of Spoons. Had a good time, laughed a few of those good, "toss your head back" laughs (they're a bad habit), and ate a lot. I miss that pizza already. Came home in the cold in my little I-bought-this-car-for-two-dollars-and-it's-so-ugly-it-might-almost-be-cute grey Toyota stationwagon with unmatching white bondo all over it, ate half a bag of peanut M&Ms, and sat playing pingu dart games for a couple of minutes (in obvious deep thought). Now I'm staring at my half-of-a-history thesis, wondering what I'm supposed to do with it, and feeling sick from too much chocolate.

Yes, my life is mundane. Hopelessly, tragically mundane. But at least it's mine, at least I have God, and, you know, my Bondowagon isn't so bad either. There's nothing like living another day, breathing in another few fulls breaths, and taking a second to stop and enjoy the sweet air that smells like spring might be coming soon.

11 comments

Comment from: Boy howdy... [Visitor]
Boy howdy......that post is a mother.
02/15/04 @ 20:53
Comment from: Court [Visitor]
CourtOoo... The Clash... your dad is cool... eheheh
02/16/04 @ 02:56
Comment from: Cassie [Visitor]
CassieDon't I know it. I always joke to my parents that I live vicariously through them, instead of the other way around. On the other hand, my mom's a pretty hot chick as well, being that she bought it for him. :)
02/16/04 @ 03:59
Comment from: martini [Visitor]
martiniI love reading about your mundane life, Cass. Your Daddy sounds so cool. My dad never forgets holidays or birthdays or anniversaries, either... at least for my lifespan... ;) Congrats Mark on a brilliant scheme well worked. ;)
02/16/04 @ 06:48
Comment from: brian [Visitor]
brianyeah, your dad sounds really, really cool.
02/16/04 @ 08:15
Comment from: Jen [Visitor]
JenOf course your father is cool. And you rmother has to be cool too. Because they have such a cool daughter. Your dad silversmiths? That is truly awesome. Serously. My Dad does rough carpentry work to express his creative side. Rough cabins, rough pavillions, rough porches. ;-) My Father brought me fowers too. Scottish heather!! nananana... Mumsy gave us girls chocolate. and soap that smells like chocolate. how cool is that?
02/16/04 @ 10:10
Comment from: Jen [Visitor]
JenAnd Mark. Mark, mark mark. That as a very original idea of yours. my my..
02/16/04 @ 10:11
Comment from: Mark [Visitor]
MarkYeah. I'm dropping digital image altering in favor of a greeting card defacify-ing buisness. ;p Heh, lets see, I got...nothing on Valentines. But like, I'm a guy. So such is expected. The enjoyment shown from the few I shipped out is enough for me, though. :) Although, I think I'm going to go buy some Cadbury eggs for myself for a belated V-day thing. ;p And yes, you dad is cool, indeed. :)
02/16/04 @ 10:41
Comment from: Cassie [Visitor]
CassieI hear tell that your flowers are quite lovely, Jenni. :D Yes. My parents are awesome. Hopefully some of it will rub off on me. :D
02/16/04 @ 10:42
Comment from: Martini [Visitor]
MartiniIt's rubbing off, Cass. The more you respect and honor your folks, the more you'll become that woman of God... Now. I'm a different story. ;)
02/17/04 @ 13:22
Comment from: Sarah [Visitor]
SarahYour life can't be that mundane when I come off sounding like an English nanny! :)
02/21/04 @ 17:39
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