tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697737974013665829.post8068039977612288016..comments2023-05-10T04:07:01.657-07:00Comments on Me So Thorny: Belated ValentineChad Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01179848656904542902noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697737974013665829.post-30040910905604317122012-02-22T10:24:03.045-08:002012-02-22T10:24:03.045-08:00Karen, that's a perfect illustration for what ...Karen, that's a perfect illustration for what I imagine my wife's office is like. Whether or not my imagination and reality are alike I have no idea. But part of the reason I had the roses delivered to her office instead of to our house was so that she wouldn't feel left out.Chad Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01179848656904542902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697737974013665829.post-40322521221208999302012-02-22T10:21:26.880-08:002012-02-22T10:21:26.880-08:00Jean, I'm glad you liked the poem too. In my ...Jean, I'm glad you liked the poem too. In my view, the poem speaks to that daily kind of love and the comfort that love instills. It's the kind of love that is about presence more than presents. It reminds us that things in life are not equal and that the people we love hold a bigger, more valuable place in our lives.Chad Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01179848656904542902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697737974013665829.post-51620838605734776222012-02-22T10:17:51.788-08:002012-02-22T10:17:51.788-08:00What a nice gift, Cat! I don't know why, but ...What a nice gift, Cat! I don't know why, but it does seem like the planning for romance aspect makes it harder on the guys. I'd like to say we're just not hard-wired for being romantic but that's probably just a cop out.Chad Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01179848656904542902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697737974013665829.post-46144214174490214032012-02-22T10:16:12.078-08:002012-02-22T10:16:12.078-08:00Thanks, HolleyG. I hope she does know!Thanks, HolleyG. I hope she does know!Chad Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01179848656904542902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697737974013665829.post-15231554627839593842012-02-22T10:15:36.987-08:002012-02-22T10:15:36.987-08:00Donna, I hope he still finds his own ways to show ...Donna, I hope he still finds his own ways to show you how he feels about you!Chad Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01179848656904542902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697737974013665829.post-73710485821251770542012-02-21T23:47:17.407-08:002012-02-21T23:47:17.407-08:00Chad, when I worked in a large office, the Valenti...Chad, when I worked in a large office, the Valentine's Day flower-sending ritual was in fine form. You could just feel the tension in the air. The ladies waited for their turn to traipse down to the reception area to pick up the coveted bouquets (and woe to any man who tried to get by sending 'mere' carnations!) They would come back to their desks all aglow. I worked in a department of 70 women at that time, and that's a lot of Rose Carnage. <br /><br />I never did receive a bouquet, I was one of a small sub-group of elite women who had husbands that didn't believe in Valentine's Day. Well, I'll take that back, he believed the day existed, he just didn't see the sense in spending money on flowers. Or chocolate. Or diamonds. Or cards. We still go through the card racks at the grocery store and pick out the most ostentatious ones and hand them to each other symbolically. "If I was to give you a card, this would be it." That way we can afford to splurge on an extra gallon of milk, lol.<br /><br />I enjoyed the poem very much, it is very heartfelt and true.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18368318730124533690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697737974013665829.post-73923267454512288662012-02-19T11:17:54.514-08:002012-02-19T11:17:54.514-08:00Chad, Count me as someone else who dislikes this h...Chad, Count me as someone else who dislikes this holiday. My local public radio station does a fund-raising campaign at this time of year that features bouquets of roses as a "membership gift" and that is so sickly sweet it makes me want to gag. The poem you've chosen, on the other hand, creates a much more genuine feeling of love. Although I love flowers, I would find this poem a much more thoughtful and compelling gift. -JeanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697737974013665829.post-26311153511589709892012-02-18T12:55:00.621-08:002012-02-18T12:55:00.621-08:00It's a beautiful poem. The stress was removed...It's a beautiful poem. The stress was removed from my husband this year. I made the dinner reservation and took him out. It was amazing how much this simple act was appreciated by him. The poor man...he has been taking the brunt of the "holiday" pressure for 26 years! It was the least I could do :)Cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03872899189875117518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697737974013665829.post-57833479867926405422012-02-17T15:35:31.187-08:002012-02-17T15:35:31.187-08:00I like that. I'm certain your wife appreciate...I like that. I'm certain your wife appreciated the flowers. And I bet she knows you love her unequally.HolleyGardenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14892421871044249940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5697737974013665829.post-9494613740135418042012-02-17T15:28:15.712-08:002012-02-17T15:28:15.712-08:00You must have made your sweetie very happy, the ar...You must have made your sweetie very happy, the arrangement was beautiful. My husband does not like the holiday either and shows it quite well.Donna@GWGThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14170802942464666382noreply@blogger.com