Who says you can’t buy love???

Apparently not America. But I do. Especially when kids die from cancer. And there is a Leukemia Drug shortage for our kids out there, who are fighting cancer. Please hold while I go kiss the Urn of my baby boy. Pretty sure some red roses and some diamonds won’t bring him back.

I’ll say it again. Valentine’s Day is for suckers, MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!! Way to take away from what is really important in this world. Like loving harder than ever before, every single day. How about using the money, spent on Valentine’s Day and finding a cure for childhood cancer instead? How about saving some kids? Sounds like a no brainer to me.

Valentine’s Day spending second only to Christmas

By Andra Bryan Stefanoninews@joplinglobe.com

Who says you can’t buy love?

For Valentine’s Day, Americans will spend an average of $126.03 per person on romance, up 8.5 percent from the 2011 average, according to the National Retail Federation. That’s the largest increase in 10 years. Valentine’s Day is second only to Christmas for consumer spending.

Area businesses, including florists and restaurants, are forecasting big spending this year. Sales are up at the Candy House, with locations in Joplin, Springfield and Redings Mill, and co-owner Pat Hicklin said she is “really hopeful that the recession is lifting.”

“Businesses like ours tend to be a real good gauge of the economy,” she said Monday.

On Monday, the Candy House shipped 600 dozen hand-dipped chocolate strawberries overnight to fill Internet orders. To keep up with demand, Hicklin said, employees began dipping strawberries at 3 a.m. Monday, and they will dip 400 dozen today for walk-in orders on Valentine’s Day.

“It’s wonderful,” said Hicklin, who with her husband, Terry, purchased the longtime candy shop and factory in 1999. “We don’t know what to attribute it to, whether the recession is getting better, or some people have told me they are tired of holding back. They are finally going to buy what they want to buy, hoping for better days.”

Valentine’s Day spending this year is expected to reach $17.6 billion, according to the National Retail Federation. Of that, $4.1 billion will be shelled out for jewelry, $3.5 billion on an evening out, $1.8 billion on flowers and $1.5 billion on candy. Romantic couples also are spending when it comes to Valentine’s Day dinner dates — an average of $146.52, according to restaurant ratings guide Zagat, compared with about $70 for a typical meal for two.

Jeremy Shuey, manager of the Red Onion Cafe in Joplin, said that holds true at his restaurant, which has been booked for reservations on Valentine’s Day for a month. It is one of the restaurant’s biggest nights of the year.

“It continues to be a night couples like to spend time together; it seems like they really want to treat themselves,” Shuey said Monday. “They tend to order fancier menu items, spend more per couple, order a bottle of wine, order high-end steaks.”

Cindy and Elie Riachi splurged on a special Valentine’s Day treat for their children, Daniel and Andrew, a few days early. They spent about $50 on Saturday — a splurge, Cindy Riachi said, as the family doesn’t eat out much.

“I like having the kids do special events with us, as that is why I had them, to spend time with them,” she said.

The National Retail Federation also found that consumers will spend an average of $25.25 on their children, parents or other family members. That’s right in line with what Riachi spent at Target on two Disney movies to give as Valentine’s Day gifts to her boys.

At Dillons Floral in Pittsburg, Kan., florist Carol Hornback reported that six drivers were on the roster Monday, and eight to 10 drivers were scheduled for today.

“Normally we have one or two,” she said during a short break between fielding requests from a line of customers. Florists at Dillons arrived at work an hour earlier than usual on Monday to keep up with demand, and they will arrive two hours early today.

The phones at some other floral shops went unanswered throughout the day Monday — an indication of how busy they were preparing for Valentine’s Day.

A dozen red roses usually cost about $60, according to the Society of American Florists, but on Valentine’s Day most people will pay about $80, the trade group said.

“Here, men are spending anywhere from $25 to $100, or sometimes more, and the majority of orders are roses,” Hornback said.

According to the National Retail Federation survey, men outspend women on the holiday by almost double, shelling out an average of about $169 versus about $86 for women. But they tend to do so at the last minute, making it hard for jeweler Chad Comeau, who owns stores in Pittsburg and Joplin, to gauge sales so far this year.

“We’ve had several buyers in today,” he said Monday. “But in this business, men are the buyers, and they tend to wait until the last minute. Guys are extremely last-minute shoppers.”

Valentine’s Day is for Suckers

Ronan. All I want for this Valentine’s Day (aka the STUPIDEST holiday ever) is you back. Since that cannot happen, I am going to work really hard to make ROentine’s Day, somewhat nice. I’ve ordered our cupcakes to drop off to our lovies at PCH tomorrow since that is what we did last year. I am going to do it again for you, this year. Your daddy asked if I wanted to go out tomorrow night. I looked at him like he had 12 heads and said, “Not unless you are letting me go out, armed with a machete.” He said he would not, so we will stay in. Although going out, with a machete sounds like much more fun. You know, I wonder if I will like ANY holiday again. Halloween still seems alright… because it was your favorite. I’ve never been a big fan of Valentine’s Day. Now, it seems extra stupid but that could just be because I am a mad/sad/angry/crazy mama now. Or it could just because I have always thought a holiday to celebrate, “LOVE,” was a commercialized scheme to buy overpriced red and puke me now pink shit. We should be celebrating love everyday. Especially if we have all of our kids. I don’t have that anymore so I get a hall pass to do whatever I want. So now, Valentine’s Day is for suckers and ROentine’s Day will take over. What will we do tomorrow? We will not wear pink. We will not wear Red. We will maybe wear all black because my heart now feels dead and black. But we will do nice things for other people. We will do something to make someone else, smile. We will drop off your cupcakes. We will not buy flowers which are a waste of money and all they do is DIE. Fuck flowers too. Add it to my list of things I hate. No flowers. Flowers are too pretty for our black broken soul.

Quinn has been sick the past couple of days. I’ve been playing the very patient, loving, nurturing mama role. Today, I’ve decided that I’ve had enough and only want you back so I can take care of you and your cancer. His cold/stomach ache is wearing thin on me. I had that moment, where I panicked and thought his stomach ache actually meant he has a mass in his tummy and it is cancer. I took him to the doctor to have him checked out. We were sent home with its nothing. We are of course, always skeptical as our mind now thinks it is the worst thing possible. Isn’t it fun, living in the world of your child died from cancer so now everyone is dying, too?? Love this life, Ro baby. It’s amazing.

What else has been going on???? Just the usual madness. Went hiking yesterday. Put on my Van Fuckin Halen shirt. Your daddy looked at me. “You cannot wear that hiking. Why do we always have to have these conversations?” I just looked at him. “Ronan is dead. I can do whatever I want. I’m wearing it hiking today.” I left the house in my shirt. Only one lady said something to me. She said, “Van who?” I said, “Van FUCKING Halen, lady!” She laughed. Ha! A stranger with a good sense of humor. I went with Mia’s mama, Sandra. So I had an extra reason to wear that shirt yesterday. Two cancer mama’s. One with a baby who is dead, the other mama with a baby who is in a wheelchair from her cancer treatments. I was prepared to defend us if we needed it. We didn’t. Everyone on that mountain knew better than to mess with us. They could probably see the anger/sadness in our eyes. I can guarantee you, we were the two most broken-hearted mama’s there. But it was nice to be with Sandra. We will have an unspoken bond/friendship for the rest of our lives. But I wish it didn’t happen this way.

Today, I stayed at home with Quinn. I was in the middle of my own pity party when a little text message popped up. Tears sprang to my eyes. No. NONONONONO. Fuck!!!!!!!!! Quinn watched me. “Mom. What’s wrong?” I just looked at him. “Nothing baby. Just a little sad. Just a sad day.” Your daddy came home to the rescue. I slipped out for a dark run. I had sent our favorite lovie an FUC (fuck you cancer) text which in turn, made my phone ring 10 minutes later.

Mr. Sparkly Eyes:”Where are you?”

“I’m running.” which was true but I was also running while crying hysterically so I know what I sounded like.

Mr. Sparkly Eyes: “I need you to stop. Stop running. Please go and sit down somewhere and listen to me.”

I sat. I listened. I also screamed, cried, sobbed, and yelled into the phone.

But I calmed down. I also laughed at something ridiculous that was said. I was also told not to give up. That FUC is nowhere close to being done. I stopped crying. I told him thank you. I looked up at the sky thanked you, for our lovie too. I promised you two I won’t ever give up. I won’t break my promise.

I continued my run. I didn’t listen to my music. I talked out loud to you instead. I begged you to keep working as hard as you are working…. I begged you to continue to push me. I begged you to watch over our little friend. I begged you to take care of some things up there, so I could take care of some things down here. I screamed how I never wanted this. How I only wanted you. I screamed that I would fix this because your death, will not be for nothing. I imagined living this life, with you again, but next time it happens and you get this disease, there will be a cure so you won’t have to die again. I just want you back now. I don’t want to have to wait to see you, until it is time.

I’m tired. I’m sad. But I don’t have a choice. This is not me, Ronan. I don’t want to do any of this, but I will. I will do this, because you are the one pushing me. I know this. I will listen to you for the rest of my life. I love you so much. I hope you are safe. Sweet dreams, baby doll.

xoxo