My funny valentine: Who loves you pretty baby?

February is a very short month, but I find myself during the first half of it, counting down until my birthday and hiding underneath a pillow or a book come Valentines day. True to my form, I am a romantic. Don't believe me? Okay, last week I finished the latest Nicholas Sparks novel, "The Longest Ride." I gripped the pages and could not put that book down until the last final page where yes as Sparks novels are known for, emotional stories, I cried. No shame there, I admit that was by choice to read a sappy story that would invoke tears, and enjoyed the whole thing. Lots of people talk about Valentines Day, who their date will be, or what their signficant other has planned for the event and meanwhile I am in a cloud, trying to speed up time to my birthday, which is three days later, hoping the hype will just go away. This is coming from the woman who wears lots of pinks, and reds, and purples all month long, and purchases cards for friends and family. Dear special someone, I write, or dear such and such, happy valentines day, I love you....even though I love ya every day dontcha know? I sign it with x's and o's and my name or lots of love from me. So cheesy. Last Valentines Day I slid in the bathtub with chocolate covered strawberries, strawberry champagne and candles. It was wonderful! I am not sure why I insist on being afraid of this holiday so much. I mean you figure women go home, shave for a half hour or more, buy a fancy dress, get their hair done, and transform, for one dinky day; seems rather overrated, until I realize that would be saying the same for a wedding day, a baptism, or a funeral. OUCH. We dress up because it makes us feel good, so I think maybe I dress up extra this month for the fun of it, and maybe it's because this is the time to wear bright colors and look forward to my birthday. As Mae West says (as said in previous blogs) "Happiness is : something to do, someone to love, and someone to look forward to." I think there is a way to navigate, not only by praying to the Lord, but by scheduling fun venues surrounded by people I care about. Quit, sleeping on me, I'm serious. Maybe I will have a valentine, my funny valentine. He's quite a guy, he's pretty hip, he's pretty cool. He sends me flowers, he sends me trinkets, or a jewel. He sings my favorite song, and hugs me all night long. My funny valentine is such a dork, you'd think his head was made of cork. He knows I don't believe in that silly day, and reminds me all the things he will say. Find me a note, travel the world, put a heart on my hand, my funny valentine. You wonder who loves you, who has your heart, do you have to be reminded, by a day or do you just know? I hear the song now, " Who loves you pretty baby? Whose gonna love you pretty mama?" February schmebruary, no reservation, no sequined dress, no sparkles, and no shiny shoes, no rose, or mascara. I see a barefoot

 valentine humming to the music, cooking in the kitchen, smelling her flowers from the store, eating almond rocca,and stirring

 up mischief like James Dean. Call the limo, or the chopper, or Tori, Moxie is on the move, and her funny valentine, for now it's a big fluffy Japanese akida dog her friend owns named Garbage Bear ;P. A valentine, my funny valentine...  until tthen, who  loves you pretty baby?!