Happy Valentines-Sham Day
Random Valentines Day Facts...
I like to get Dasha roses for any occaision not just because it's valentine's day. Sometimes I get her roses for no particular reason at all. Always 5 white, 6 red. Reason? Well white symbolizes beauty and purity, and red symbolizes love and passion, so that's why I mix the colors. But why 11? Well; most FSU (former soviet union) states, including ukraine (now remember Dasha is half ukranian, half russian from kiev originally) only give a dozen roses at funerals, and it is considered bad luck to give an even number of roses. Even though Dasha is quite north americanized, I still honour her culture by giving her 11.
Usually I get them at art-works just outside of city center mall east, next to the HMV. Most of you Edmontonians will know the quanit little hipster store I'm talking about. Usually costs me $30-$40 for a nice set of longstems, and a nice print card, usually an Andy Warhol, so she can actually display the card as a piece of art.
Well I went in there today and a dozen roses were $120. Yeah. No shit. If that just doesn't prove what fucking scam valentines day is, i don't know what the fuck.
How I fought it
I instead got her a nice plant. Something that annually blooms, that can be kept indoors and has nice white flowers, and comes in a nice glass pot. Then I went to safeway, and individually picked and assembled by hand 14 roses (on special for club price of $34!!! YAY!). Two I gave to my mom, and one I gave to my sister. I gave Dasha a nice gift bag of the plant, some random items from The Body Shop, and the roses I picked, arranged, slash cut, and wrapped myself. Then I took Dasha to dinner at Moxies where my cousin Kimmy works, and she got us a nice table, and made sure everything was perfect for us. Then we came home, had a few drinks, used some chocolate body paint and generally made an inexpensive time about it.
So fuck you Shawn Jones. I'm not buying your bullshit diamonds.
The Valentines Day Present I Got For Myself
I took my car into the coin-op wash, and I only had a $10, so I ended up with $10 in loonies. Usually it only takes me $3 to spray and wash my car, because being a former BMW detail department employee, I can clean a car about 10X better than the average individual in about 1/5 the time. But I decided to go for the whole $10. I got a new chamois for $3, and really took my time and gave the thing the type of detail I used to give it at lunch hours at BMW. When I got home from class, shopping and washing my car, I collapsed into bed. But wait, I had another surprise for myself. I didn't want to sleep. Instead, still sick with the flu, I went into my sub zero garage and re-pulled the fenders on my car. I took the headlights out, and finished wiring the projector halos up. Then I worked on the central circuit fuse box to handle the extra power needed (after I had killed my battery and blew up a few 10 amps). I also pulled the 10 for the fog lights that were short circuiting. Now I have some cool finally fully funcional halo headlamps, and my foglights don't flash at people.
The car, is of course, dirty again. On my way home there was no indication it was going to warm up, but by the time I left to pick up Dasha it had significantly warmed up, turning the roads to the color, smell, and consistency of shit, which of course, ended up sprayed all over the side of my $9000 self done custom paint job, as it does every week, and next week, I'll spend $3 to wash it again. But for a few hours at least, I didn't want to sell or destroy the freaking thing. I was proud of it.
Random Valentines Day Facts...
I like to get Dasha roses for any occaision not just because it's valentine's day. Sometimes I get her roses for no particular reason at all. Always 5 white, 6 red. Reason? Well white symbolizes beauty and purity, and red symbolizes love and passion, so that's why I mix the colors. But why 11? Well; most FSU (former soviet union) states, including ukraine (now remember Dasha is half ukranian, half russian from kiev originally) only give a dozen roses at funerals, and it is considered bad luck to give an even number of roses. Even though Dasha is quite north americanized, I still honour her culture by giving her 11.
Usually I get them at art-works just outside of city center mall east, next to the HMV. Most of you Edmontonians will know the quanit little hipster store I'm talking about. Usually costs me $30-$40 for a nice set of longstems, and a nice print card, usually an Andy Warhol, so she can actually display the card as a piece of art.
Well I went in there today and a dozen roses were $120. Yeah. No shit. If that just doesn't prove what fucking scam valentines day is, i don't know what the fuck.
How I fought it
I instead got her a nice plant. Something that annually blooms, that can be kept indoors and has nice white flowers, and comes in a nice glass pot. Then I went to safeway, and individually picked and assembled by hand 14 roses (on special for club price of $34!!! YAY!). Two I gave to my mom, and one I gave to my sister. I gave Dasha a nice gift bag of the plant, some random items from The Body Shop, and the roses I picked, arranged, slash cut, and wrapped myself. Then I took Dasha to dinner at Moxies where my cousin Kimmy works, and she got us a nice table, and made sure everything was perfect for us. Then we came home, had a few drinks, used some chocolate body paint and generally made an inexpensive time about it.
So fuck you Shawn Jones. I'm not buying your bullshit diamonds.
The Valentines Day Present I Got For Myself
I took my car into the coin-op wash, and I only had a $10, so I ended up with $10 in loonies. Usually it only takes me $3 to spray and wash my car, because being a former BMW detail department employee, I can clean a car about 10X better than the average individual in about 1/5 the time. But I decided to go for the whole $10. I got a new chamois for $3, and really took my time and gave the thing the type of detail I used to give it at lunch hours at BMW. When I got home from class, shopping and washing my car, I collapsed into bed. But wait, I had another surprise for myself. I didn't want to sleep. Instead, still sick with the flu, I went into my sub zero garage and re-pulled the fenders on my car. I took the headlights out, and finished wiring the projector halos up. Then I worked on the central circuit fuse box to handle the extra power needed (after I had killed my battery and blew up a few 10 amps). I also pulled the 10 for the fog lights that were short circuiting. Now I have some cool finally fully funcional halo headlamps, and my foglights don't flash at people.
The car, is of course, dirty again. On my way home there was no indication it was going to warm up, but by the time I left to pick up Dasha it had significantly warmed up, turning the roads to the color, smell, and consistency of shit, which of course, ended up sprayed all over the side of my $9000 self done custom paint job, as it does every week, and next week, I'll spend $3 to wash it again. But for a few hours at least, I didn't want to sell or destroy the freaking thing. I was proud of it.