tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post2693743252415419904..comments2024-03-20T08:32:25.794-04:00Comments on Dept. of Nance: Valentine's Day: Memories Of LoveNancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-57638744619431990602015-02-23T22:41:28.439-05:002015-02-23T22:41:28.439-05:00I thought you had replied too, so no worries! I DI...I thought you had replied too, so no worries! I DID have a lovely lazy day. There was definitely chocolate involved :)The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-31521931352968483812015-02-23T21:43:29.087-05:002015-02-23T21:43:29.087-05:00Shirley--I love the idea of a cooky jar, and I do ...Shirley--I love the idea of a cooky jar, and I do have one down at the lake, but it's terribly impractical. It doesn't keep cookies fresh at all, does it? Ours is used as a crock to hold long-handled cooking spoons, spatulas, tongs, etc.<br /><br />I'm not a card person, as you know, but I know I still like getting them, especially as a surprise. One year, I did get each and every one of my students at the high school a little kid valentine. They were all quite charmed by it. Go figure.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-71077193150438632722015-02-23T21:38:10.525-05:002015-02-23T21:38:10.525-05:00Bug--I'm terribly sorry. I know I replied to t...Bug--I'm terribly sorry. I know I replied to this comment, honestly! I don't know what happened.<br /><br />I hope your Valentine's Day turned out to be something lovely. I never did get to the store to get the little conversation hearts, after all, so I hope you got our share!Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-11517199898131988512015-02-23T20:40:53.441-05:002015-02-23T20:40:53.441-05:00That vase and the memories of how your dad made yo...That vase and the memories of how your dad made you all feel so special on Valentine's Day are all so lovely, Nance. The vase reminds me a little of a flowered McCoy cookie jar I had, one which we received as a wedding gift (now long gone as it was totally impractical and not nearly as lovely as your vase). Valentine's Day has always been another opportunity for us to show love to family and friends. We did that for years by having our Valentine's Day parties. I like the idea of using it to show love to all sweethearts, not necessarily romantic ones. I still hand out and mail out a few Valentines. They are usually a surprise for folks and truly appreciated. <br /><br />Shirleygfe--gluten free easilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08182613995248482102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-33286930831228189782015-02-14T12:22:18.483-05:002015-02-14T12:22:18.483-05:00I know we did the class valentines when I was in e...I know we did the class valentines when I was in elementary school, but I don't really remember much about the process. Yes, I spent some time trying to sort who would get what, but in the end I got VERY bored with the process & just took them in the order they came out of the box. Ha! I don't remember any carnations in school - and it's a good thing because I probably wouldn't have gotten one!<br /><br />My parents gave each other Valentine cards - & my mom always made sure we had candy (I get my Enormous Sweet Tooth from her). I usually give Mike a card & he sometimes gives me tulips (it's "our" flower), but this year I got a Shaun the Sheep ecard & I forgot to get him anything at all. Oops! But it's just mid-day, so who knows what might yet happen :)The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-20398052554217745832015-02-13T10:11:03.761-05:002015-02-13T10:11:03.761-05:00Ally Bean--I used shoeboxes, Kleenex boxes, and we...Ally Bean--I used shoeboxes, Kleenex boxes, and we also used to make a paper plate thingy too. Elementary teachers were such crafty ladies. By the time I had my first male teacher, I was a fifth-grader, and I'm pretty sure we didn't make anything for our valentines. Ditto for my male sixth grade teacher. <br /><br />(You know, Sweet Memories would have been a great title for this post. I was feeling decidedly tired, headachy, and frazzled by the presence of interior painters, so I punted and took the easy way out. Ah, well. Titles have never been my forte.)Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-12373576322613225452015-02-13T10:06:06.678-05:002015-02-13T10:06:06.678-05:00Mary--Oh, goodness. Are you using the iPad again?...Mary--Oh, goodness. Are you using the iPad again? You know it causes you nothing but heartache when you use it to comment. (Go ahead and take all the jellies and coconuts. I hate those.)Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-35028253532862470462015-02-12T17:12:08.746-05:002015-02-12T17:12:08.746-05:00Sweet memories. I remember turning a shoebox into...Sweet memories. I remember turning a shoebox into a Valentine's Day mailbox and receiving Valentines at school, but without any candy attached. I remember my mother making cupcakes with pink icing for us at home, but that's about it. I don't think that my parents celebrated Valentine's Day, but maybe they did and I had my nose in a book, like you!Ally Beanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17017098395188176477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-41282690077625409112015-02-12T15:17:06.745-05:002015-02-12T15:17:06.745-05:00I hate Google. Ate my comment twice. Trying a thir...I hate Google. Ate my comment twice. Trying a third time. May eat the Valentine Chocolate if this doesn't work.MARY Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178370815712313585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-14872702452933233162015-02-12T14:17:17.245-05:002015-02-12T14:17:17.245-05:00Ortizzle--Oh, yes. My father could be a sweethear...Ortizzle--Oh, yes. My father could be a sweetheart. He could also be a terrible pain in the ass. <br /><br />I still love those little conversation hearts; I always was a huge fan of Necco wafers, and I coveted the chocolate and purple ones the most. Once this weather eases up a bit, I will make my trek to Walgreen's or CVS and buy a bag of each of the large and small hearts to put out for Rick and me in the living room. Probably will get Rick his red gumdrop hearts, too.<br /><br />Aaah, the carnation memory. As I mentioned also, I have a Carnation Sale memory, too, but it is muddy and faulty, and I don't wish to mix it up unnecessarily. It is not unpleasant, but it was definitely awkward.<br /><br />Roses here are unusually reasonable for Valentine's Day. Many places have them cash and carry at 20-25 dollars a dozen. I am not fond of roses. They are not hardy, and they are, to me, cliche. Give me the spicy-scented, hardy, ostentatiously chipper carnations every single time. Failing those, plain old baby's breath alone look Victorian and lovely.<br /><br />I like the odd, out-of-nowhere presents much better as well. Even if it is simply all of the foldy chips from the bag, a handy gadget he got that makes my life easier, or when he says, "Thank you" after every meal I make. Valentine's Day feels bossy to me, like we are being ordered to be romantic. You know how I feel about being bossed.<br /><br />Thank you for providing a tip for other Google Users wishing to comment. I think Google/Blogger is Going Through Some Things at present. Feedburner, the service I use for my email subscribers, also went down today and shows me with zero subscribers. It did not send my email posts out at first. I have no idea what's going on, but if I have to move this whole shebang to WordPress, I might have a Breakdown.<br /><br />Save yourself the headache. Don't preview. We'll overlook any typos and Lapses Of Lingy. Your brilliance has already been proven.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15179498.post-91081474476612465442015-02-12T11:56:40.640-05:002015-02-12T11:56:40.640-05:00What a sweetheart your dad was, and how thoughtful...What a sweetheart your dad was, and how thoughtful of both of your parents to lavish all the Valentine’s attention on their children. My parents did not really celebrate Valentine’s as a couple, either (likely to save money), but my mom made sure we had our cards to hand out at school and our little boxes of “Valentine hearts.” I loved those little candy hearts even though they didn’t taste much better than chalk--- they were as much a part of Valentine’s Day as jelly beans in our Easter Basket or candy corn at Halloween. Maybe it was the novelty of the little messages on them. As I am wont to do, I just looked that up on Google and found an interesting article about the origin of “conversation hearts.” <br />http://tinyurl.com/pplvnm3<br /><br />I mentioned in a previous post about the Valentine’s Day carnation sale when I was in high school. It was a good way to raise money for Prom, I suppose, but caused a lot of embarrassment and hurt feelings for those who only got one or two (or none, or a black carnation!). So... not a fond memory there.<br /><br />Mr. O. and I do not celebrate Valentine’s Day. The price of roses goes sky high, and I am not a carnation fan (beyond the reasons previously stated). Seems like a lot of fuss, as well, to try to get a dinner reservation on that night, and I am not one to wait in line to eat anywhere. Ever. Mr. O. often forgets my birthday, so you can imagine that I care a fig if I get a Valentine’s present, lol. What he does do is bring me spontaneous little presents out of the blue. For me, that is much more romantic. <br /><br />Completely off topic, but I have discovered how to get my little preview for editing before publishing: <br /> <br />1.) Log on to my Google account (since that's the profile I use for blog comments here.)<br />2.) Go to your blog and select Google as my profile.<br />3.) Paste my comment in (I compose in Word just in case.)<br />4.) Click Preview. This opens up a preview box where I can edit.<br />5.) Make any necessary changes or additions.<br />6.) Click publish. <br />Similar to how it was before, just that I now have to log on to my Google account if I want to preview. If I just paste in the text and click "Preview" without doing that, the text disappears. Good to have worked out the system. :-)<br />Ortizzlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03709991994425909880noreply@blogger.com