Happy Valentine's Day!!

With all the relationship drama I've had the past few......years eff it DECADE I decided to enjoy my singledom and love of my damn self this year. No crying or feeling bad for myself just enjoying a seasonably warm day of Wisconsin weather and doing for me. A great morning of waitressing. A great afternoon of high intensity cardio and weight training. And a nice evening of laundry and blogging. Life with myself is just as fulfilling as life with a great guy. That's not something I tell myself. It is something I truly believe, but even with that being said.....

This seems oh so appropriate.....LOL

A very late Valentine's Day recap!

True to my blog entry I proclaimed the 11th-14th to be "love yourself weekend". My mom bought me some amazing Godiva chocolates which lasted about a half hour when I walked in my job with it. The rest of my gifts were a combination of love from myself and a little love from others.

P.S. I've been loving pink long before Nicky Minaj first said harajuku so don't assume that's why I like it.



Yes I know that's a lotta pink. I had a ho-hum day and it wasn't all I hoped it to be. But.....it didn't suck!

Ain't nothing wrong with some self-love.....

Disclaimer: If you're thinking dirty thoughts congrats you're a perv! And for that reason alone I love you and you are my friend, however that is not what this entry is about so......get your mind out of the gutter! Go ahead......I'll wait.

So Valentine's Day is upon us. The day where lovers express their love in grand gestures such as airplanes making messages through the sky, marriage proposals, a rose covered pathway to ecstasy, a shared bubble bath, or just loving quiet time alone. As I type this I become repulsed. Not that these things make me sick. Actually repulsed is the wrong word. The term I'm looking for is "filled and overwhelmed with complete jealousy" ...yep that sounds about right.

Valentines Day has always been my unlucky spot. Back in high school when guys sent girls flowers I would get one, from a guy friend who thought I was a sweet girl and felt sorry for me. Guys loved me they thought I was the coolest female friend EVER! I liked guy stuff and to top it off I had a nice rack, but I just wasn't relationship material. I even had a little motto:

"Valecia A. Price Every guy's girl, but no man's woman"

My dating life did not take off until age eighteen. I moved away to Mississippi for college and suddenly the self-proclaimed fat, black girl was HOT!!! Me being new to relationships I came home at the end of the school year engaged. Yes engaged. Now even with a fiance in tow I got not a damn thang for V-day. We both were college kids working at Burger King. Our romance that night on our shift included taking a break together...and splitting a Double Whopper w/ bacon and cheese value meal!

Even with the almost five years I dated Master Manipulator we were so on again off again that we only had one valentines day together and that was a total bust! So now with E.B (Estranged Boyfriend for those who may have forgotten) I have taken on the attitude of a contestant on For the Love of Ray J. I want to win in the end, but I just don't expect much. I want the candlelit dinners, presents of jewelry, and big gaudy flourishing expressions of love. Call me corny, but I crave that. It just NEVER happens!

I'm proclaiming February 11th-14th as love your damn self weekend. I'm going to get my eyebrows done, kill some stray hairs, buy some new hair, a new outfit, do my nails, ya know just do something special for me. It feels as if I've been waiting for so long for someone to love me like I want, need and deserve. Maybe it's best that I do it myself. I guess "set the standard" if you will.

"You can't love nobody until you love you, so when you do love somebody you know what to do" Murphy Lee "Love you baby"