Valentine Impulsiveness

So as we all know this past week was a week full of pounding hearts, abounding teenage love, and more chocolate and fuzzy stuffed creatures than one woman could ask for. Valentines Day! Or if you are in Spain "Feliz Día de los Enamorados!" Let me start out by saying that I am so excited that I do not have to pretend to hate this holiday along with all of the other spiteful single people out there anymore. It feels amazing to fully embrace the girly side of me and scream at the top of my lungs wilst clutching expensive jewlery/heart shaped boxes that "I am in love and I love Valentine's day!!" Sorry, I just had to get that out there. I was a little disappointed when I woke up on Monday and got onto Facebook (we all know that is the first thing I do when I wake up...) and instead of lovey dovey statuses proclaiming their adoration to their sweetheart I found a cynical cesspool of negative stati. :( Such as "Happy Singles Awareness Day, hopefully we can get through this together." and "I'm not leaving the house today to avoid St. Valentine throw up everywhere" and my personal favorite: "I sure do love that we have a day celebrating the murder of saints" Bleh. Lighten up peeps! Love day is not all about having a significant other, its about LOVE! So straighten up, stop sulking, and make a valentine for your mom, dog, or hair dresser. Whoever you make it for make sure you love them!
Anyways.

Steve and I have been excited for a couple weeks about it even thought we knew it wouldn't be a big to-do we both just like the excuse to be sweet to eachother and also its fun to do something fun just because its a holiday. But being the busy people we are we couldn't celebrate on monday so we went with the early thing and celebrated saturday. We went out to a fancy restaraunte in Anchorage called Orso's. It was insanley expensive but I didn't care because it was love day! I got the fettecini alfredo and Steve got filet mignot and I should have followed his lead because the one bite he allowed me was probably the single most decadent thing I have ever eaten. Delish.

Afterwards I told Steve we could go LOOK at tv's. The TV we have now is the one my parents blessed me with as a twelve year old for christmas, naturally it is a tube. It is so terribly pixelated that I can't even read words when they come in subtitles and what have you. Well we walk into Best Buy and Steve is like a heat seeking missel to the big screens. Apparently he has been researching this purchase because he starts spewing out information about LED, pixel, HDMI, DVD bluray, VCR, 48 in., ABC, DEF, GHI, JKL, blah blah blah, WYandZ garbble as if his life depended on convincing me this particular tv had the most acronyms attributed to it therefore, it is the best. Now I will admit when we walked in I did believe we might purchase a tv. But in my mind, a small high quality reasonable priced television was what we were going to go home with. But in Steve's mind, the largest, highest quality, and biggest we could fit in my car was the one we were going home with.

Now I should have mentioned this earlier but we had just been blessed with a large tax refund because I (responsible Jaclyn) filed early. This sudden influx of money and shift in "we us newspaper as toliet paper"-poor  to "we can afford a ridiculous tv aliens can watch with us"-not so poor status was making us delirious. We needed to spoil ourselves so we thought.

As you can probably guess Steve's remarkable recitation of television related acronyms convinced me that yes, I did in fact need this billboard tv. We purchased said monster tv and proceeded to shove it into my compact subaru. It did not fit. Steve (being the handy man) came up with his knife (something all Alaskan boys carry for all my lower 48 readers) and ended up cutting up the box so that it would fit into the vehicle just barely.

Finally after the trek home it was around 10 pm now and married Jaclyn does not stay up that late. Steve feels the need to set it up immediately. He started chucking our old electronics out of the way as if they held no monetary value and proudly set up our new big screen furiously plugging in wires and such. He then announced it was time to turn it on. We both gathered around as he pressed the button. There was that familiar "buuuusssdinnk" noise and our favorite show Dexter came into view...with green lines buzzing across it. I swear I almost burst into tears. Here it is, the most expensive thing we have ever purchased and its broken! I started wailing about how we shouldn't have shoved it so hard into my car and I frantically searched for the hotline number to fix it or send it back. Steve returns to checking wires and pressing buttons. A good 25 minutes later nothing has changed except the hotline is closed and the green lines have changed in color slightly. We sat in silence staring at it sadly for a moment and suddenly Steve goes "Wait... oh, never mind!" he switched two cords and bing! Dexter's face is so clear I can see his blackheads and is roughly the size of baby hippo. YAY! I believe in the world again and I can truly call myself American!

All in all it was a hillarious experience despite all of the set backs. I loved spending the day with Steve having adventures. Next time though we will have to take a deep breath and count to ten before we make a purchase like that.
I love Dexter, I love my enormous japanese tv, I love Steve, and I love LOVE day and all of its impulsivness :)