Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Ghost of Valentine's Past

I've never been anti- or pro Valentine's Day, but it happens to be a day when not so good things happen. In high school and in college, I usually had a sweetie to spend Valentine's with so it wasn't a big deal to me. But after college, I had a string of Valentines that for the most part, sucked.

Please, travel back with me to February 13, 2007

I am sitting in my bathroom (in my first floor apartment). Yes, "sitting," and I feel a drip on my head from above. I look up and around and see that the floor is covered with water and there is more dripping from the ceiling. I call my landlords and maintenance comes right over and they "fix it." The next day (Valentine's Day) I am sitting on my couch and I hear the bathroom faucet turn on. Allison Kitten just learned how to turn on the sink, so I am not concerned. A couple minutes later, I get up to save the environment (by turning off the water) and see water streaming out of my ceiling. I run upstairs tell my neighbors to stop doing whatever they are doing in the bathroom, and call the landlords again.

While I am waiting, I decide to investigate. I go into my bathroom and look up. The ceiling has developed a bubble, and I have one overwhelming feeling: POKE IT!!! So I climb up on my toilet and extend my index finger. As I touch the bubble, my finger goes through the ceiling and water comes pouring out. I scream, grab a towel and press it to the ceiling. CRAP! My hand goes through the ceiling! Over the next few weeks that hole grows in size as it is in various stages of "fixing."

February 14th, 2008. I am on my way home from work, and I am running late to cheer practice so I don't stop to fill my cars tank with gas. Big freaking mistake. I turn left onto High Street and my car just stops going. Are you kidding me? I freaking ran out of gas! Who does that? Fortunately, it is a nice afternoon, and I am only 3 blocks from a gas station. I put the hazards on and go for a walk. After the boys at the Arco got a good laugh at my expense, they let me borrow their gas can and walk back. On a side note, the entire time I am walking to my car, I can't help but think, "If I get hit by a car, will I explode?" I wasn't hit by a car, I went back to the station, filled my tank and survived. However, one of my students did see me walking with a gas can down Mission Street and brought it up in class the next day.

***On a side note, The Mister and I had been emailing back and forth for about 2 weeks at this time.***

Since the Mister and I have been together, here is a run down of what our Valentine's has had in store for us:

2009: Cheerleading competition: He went with me because he felt like he had to.
2010: Moving into our house (I believe we had pizza on the floor of our house for dinner)

2011: I was recovering from wrist surgery. My recovery was a bit more involved than I thought it would be, so I was pretty much in pain and had to bring a pillow to sit my hand on during dinner.

Who knows what this year will bring. We already had our date, so I am expecting a laid back evening at home.

How has Valentine's treated you in the past?

1 comment:

Christine said...

Oh my goodness, you've certainly had some eventful Valentine's days! Hopefully this year you get to have a PLEASANTLY eventful one with your hubs :)