So yes today is Valentines Day, a day I used to cringe, just want to curl under the bed, to fast forward the day. Well even though I have a love, I wouldn't oppose on skipping this day. Not because I'm not in love, or that I don't believe in love; to me you should love each other every day. It doesn't have to be romantic all the time but love should be shown daily. Why do we have to wait till Valentines day to get flowers, candy and a nice dinner? It's expensive to wine and dine for one day and many people struggle financially which places them with an additional burden. I know about this first hand. Valentines doesn't have to be expensive. I would rather attend my love at home by dressing the table for two, (even if its paper plates) have the in expensive wine chilling with glasses ready, cook a delicious meal (Aldi's to the rescue) and desert. Well of course desert is served after dinner, in the bedroom with Marvin Gaye, Sexual Healing playing (you will never go wrong with Marvin Gaye) in the background, dim the lights, on the bed there would be a heart made out of rose petals, side note: you can pick up a bag of rose petals at the dollar store..yes I'm going on the cheap side. You need to pick and choose your battles when it comes to your finances. You sex him up with a final massage with oils until he's knocked out! Nighty Night!
Well thats what I would have done for my love but instead I bought him an emoji pillow because he is constantly sending that particular pic via text and a box of chocolates.
I thought my gift was a great gift, he loves to text me the emoji and he loves chocolates. My honey arrived and to my surprise he bought me flowers, took me to dinner and gave me a gift certificate to take my car to the shop for an automatic starter to be installed! I was taken back. I wanted to jump an click my heels. I told him thank you and that I appreciate it but that its expensive and as much as I appreciate it that he did not have to buy me the gifts. He said that he knows how much I don't like the cold and he just wanted me warm. I threw on my sexy high heel boots that zipped up to my knees and a blue top that hugged my curvy shape and off we went to eat dinner. We had reservations to a place called La Esperanza it's a Mexican Restaurant. The place was packed, the food was very good and the Margarita's were delicious. I would definitely go there again. We came home and I served dessert! Nighty Night!
I hope everyone had a great Valentines Day, hopefully as much as we did!
My
dog, Bear, passed away on June 5, 2014 from seizures. He was 14 years old. He was a
great boxer. Bear was the highlight of my evening. A purpose for me to be home.
He was such a smart animal. He loved to play freeze tag (yes he knew how to
play freeze tag), peek-a-boo, loved his walks, and he loved me. My protector
and baby. We tend to nurture our animals as if they are one of us; actually
they truly are, and sometimes they are better than human kind. He would get in
trouble, just at my kids and he would get punished, just as they would too. He
knew my routine and knew it well. Bear would wait at the window for me to come
home and gallop like a horse until I would pet him, squeeze his cheeks and sat
next to him for a few minutes. Through my diminishing relationships, Bear knew
my pain and he comforted me by just being next to me, sometimes on top of me;
because he wanted you to know that even though I'm hurting, he's there to
comfort me.
Bear was never sick. One day, he couldn't get up. I took him to the
animal hospital where he was diagnosed as having severe seizures from old age.
It never dawned on me that I would ever lose him. I felt he would be with me
forever. After 2 days of medications, the Dr.'s said if he has another attack
we have to put him to rest. As I sat next to him in the hospital, he tried his
best to get up. He picked up his paws and tried but he was too week and tired.
He had another attack and I had to do the most dreadful thing, to put him down.
The Dr. asked if I wanted to stay. I told her yes! I was his mommy and I was
going to be there with him to the end as he was always with me. Thru thick and
thin. I kissed him, hugged him, and told him how sorry I was that I couldn’t do
anything to help him. Then he was gone. As tears rolled down my eyes, I cried
uncontrollably, sobbing, all I felt was an overwhelming pain in my heart. I lost my child. My protector. My comforter. My pumpkin.
It’s
been a tough year without him. Things are not the same. A whole year has passed and my heart is still heavy with pain. I had him
cremated and placed him in his favorite spot in the house; for he was never an
outside dog. I kiss him every day, I hold him, and I cry with him. People look
at me like I'm crazy to cry for a "dog", but not everyone are dog
lovers. It takes a unique person with a huge heart for animals to love them.
