Ugh, I think I'm getting sick. And it's all my own stupid fault.
Last night, Clayton and I went to the library (party animals! Woot! Woot!) and while waiting in line to check out a few books, I made the observation that I have yet to catch the cold that seems to plague me every year in the beginning of February. Not one to take such declarations lightly, I knocked on a nearby wooden desk for good luck.
My darling husband immediately pointed out that the wooden desk I just rapped my knuckles against was actually laminate and that I totally just jinxed myself.
"Well, whatever," I said, huffily. "Not that I believe in supersititions anyway."
Fast-forward to less than 12 hours later: I stumble out of bed with a clogged nostril, a swollen throat and a general feeling of impending "ick".
It's just too ironic not to mention.
Hopefully I can keep my symptoms at bay and successfully self-medicate with consistent doses of Vitamin C and Zinc because two years ago I had a nasty head cold on Valentine's Day and our "romantic evening at home" turned into a Vick's Vapor Rub body massage and NyQuil-induced coma.
Last year, my head cold came a little earlier and I was spared the sniffles on V-Day, but I don't want to take any chances this year. Valentine's Day is only 2 days away. I don't have much time to prevent and/or mend.
I know a lot of people totally hate Valentine's Day, but I love the cheesy red-and-pink holiday celebration and all that comes with it. In fact, I'm probably into Valentine's Day more than most people! Critics love to argue that you don't need a designated holiday to express love and appreciation for your loved ones, but those people are clearly bitter about something in their own lives or they hate chocolate (both being types of people that I am deeply suspicious of). While I totally agree with the V-Day Bashers' initial sentiments of not needing a special day to honor love, I still think it's a fun excuse to do something out of the ordinary with your significant other or family. If a consumer-driven, manufactured holiday means I get an extra bouquet of flowers during the year, so be it.
Huh, I wonder why I feel like I can never say "I love Valentine's Day!" without feeling the need to justify and defend my statement? I do the same thing whenever I mention that I still watch Glee or say that I wish that 90s mall bangs would come back in style.
Last night I prepared to take my love of Valentine's Day to the office and stayed up way too late baking both of our coworkers cookies n' cream cupcakes! I was going to crown my darling little cupcakes with a whipped cookies n' cream icing made from lots and lots of Cool Whip, but after following the recipe exactly as it was written, the icing was not of spreading consistency. It was a chilly, drippy mess ... that tasted delicious. So I tossed the icing in a Tupperware container and stashed in the fridge for our next "Whipped Cream Soup" craving.
Dissapointed, I scrapped that batch and went back to my tried and true vanilla frosting recipe, this time adding a dozen crushed orea cookies to the mixture.
Though the pictures don't do the color justice, I dyed the icing pink with a few drops of red food coloring. The chunky cookie pieces made it impossible to use my frosting kit (boo!), so I had to settle for slapping on icing the old fashioned way—with a spatula.
I now have less than 24 hours to decide what to give up for Lent and as evidenced in the above photos, saying no to sugar or cake for 6 weeks probably isn't an option.
I've heard that you're not even supposed to acknowledge what you're giving up for Lent, that it's an expression of self-sacrifice solely between you and God. Well, I've got news for you: If I'm going to suffer, I won't do it quietly. (I'm incapable of doing anything quietly, according to Clayton.) PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW OF MY ANGUISH.
I'm just kidding.
I gave up Diet Coke last year and that went ... well. Who knows what I will choose this year. Whatever is, it can't be for personal gain (i.e. "If I give up food, think of how skinny I'll be after 6 weeks!" or "If I give up my job, I can sit around in my pajamas and eat Fruit Loops all day!"), so I'll have to think about it for awhile before I come to any radical decisions.
But of one thing you can be sure, I'm "Never Gonna Give You Up", Rick Astley.
And I know "I Won't Give Up" on Jason Mraz.
But you can certainly count on me to "Give Up the Funk"!
Okay, that's enough of that.
Do you participate in Lent? What have you "given up" in the past?