Growing Up Valentine

Vinegar Valentine

Teachers sucked, for some reason growing up Valentine meant I was supposed to be more attuned to Valentine’s Day than others in my class. My mother was supposed to make cupcakes and heart shaped cookies (she couldn’t bake well the rest of the year why should now be different) and I was supposed to like my classmates more on this day.

I didn’t like them more and didn’t enjoy the theater of handing out paper dollies with “Be My Valentine” to 28 sniveling brats.

As I got older, it didn’t get better, if anything it got worse. The jokes got stupider, the idiocy of a day ‘just for me’ got even more ridiculous.

Really? Hallmark made a day just for me and wrapped it up with Red and Pink hearts and romantic chocolate, how did they know? Obviously they didn’t ask me; I hated pink, wasn’t very good at romantic gestures either.

These days when asked how to spell my name, I reference the massacre in Chicago; unfortunately the reference is usually to obscure for anyone but those who enjoy Gangster movies.

Growing up Valentine did have an upside though, at least one day a year besides my birthday I usually could get a free drink at the neighborhood bar.



Hope your Hallmark day is fabulous.


  1. Hehe the end of the post was unexpected and funny. Perhaps it is another day marketed to sell candy and cards by the zillions? I hope you did have a good day nonetheless.

    • My husband made reservations! Dinner was marred only by other peoples screaming children … I am sure that will eventually wind up in a blog.

      Valentine’s Day really was a ‘holiday’ usurped by Hallmark and I really did hate it growing up. With that name who wouldn’t?

      • Awe, well I am impressed that he made reservations. The thought is what counts, isn’t that what they say?! Today is a new day and non-Hallmark related 🙂

  2. At least that’s SOME-thing. Oh happy day!

  3. Happy Hallmark Day, sis. Hope it was a great one 🙂

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