All That I Love

I feel like a lemming, but in this case it is great to be lemming. In addition to all the other blogs that have and will be written today in regards to the subject of L-O-V-E, I am adding my tribute to all that is lovely, loveable, and loving in my life.

My new robe.

One of the few things I wanted for Christmas was the cushy Red with white trim "Cozy Little Things" Robe from Victoria's Secret. Of course, the person who was in charge of getting this simple gift, eh hem...Clint, waited until the last minute to make a dash to the VS store. AND, they were, duh, sold out. And by this point, it was a little late to order it online to have it delivered in time for Christmas morn festivities. So, a VS gift card stocking stuffer is what Deb recieved. This actually was okay with me, because not only is patience a virtue, but patience is the key for getting more for your money...or gift card. So, I finally ordered my Cozy Little Things Robe that was on "CLEARANCE" and had enough on the good ole gift card for a few more items. I got the delivery this week and I absolutely love my new robe.

My dogs.
(I only have pics of one dog on this computer.)
I love my dogs. They make me feel all the things a woman should feel: wanted, needed, loved, safe, fun to be around, and dominant. Haha...how true is that? So, this morning, I was watching the Today show while eating my yummy bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios and laying on the couch in my new robe. The news segment that caught my attention was about a woman (now a former mayer)who stole her neighbor's dog while they were on vacation. This woman was entrusted with the dog's care while its owners were away, and this woman told the owners the dog had died and STOLE it. She claims she saved the dog from a life of neglect and abuse...but if you saw this woman, you might agree with me that she seems like a psycho bee-atch! There was definately a level of creepiness and physcosis in this lady.

Which made me think that if anyone tried to steal my dog and lied about it dying, I would probably whip out some unlearned kung-fu and open up a can of Oklahoma girl whip ass on this freak of nature woman. Seriously! who does that? She should be ashamed.

My Person.


I love my person. He hates that I refer to him as my "person" and not my boyfriend. But he is so much more than just a boyfriend. He is my best friend, he is sometimes "one of the girls," he is my go-getter of tampons when I am feeling too gross and cranky from lack of bathing and cramps to get them myself, he is my chef, he is my handy-man, he is the daddy of our dogs, he is my grocery shopping partner, he is my shoulder to wipe snot, he is my movie partner, he is the stealer of hot water, he is my wine buddy, he is my dinner date, and so many other wonderful things. Boyfriend just does not serve his role with justice. I am a very needy person, I guess.

My family.


Of course. This is a given. My mother was the first to call me this morning as soon as I sat down at my desk. Her lovely "English is my second language" version of Happy Valentines Day sounded a little like "Hoppy Varentins Day" or something like that. She is so funny. I am sure the men of my familia are either still asleep in bed or doing guy things deemed more important than a Valentine greeting.

My boots.

Everyone hates them...even my person, whom is the cause of my owning them. But I heart my boots. Why? Because its freezing and my wool-lined boots keep my fat toes warm. No, I don't have the expensive real version, I have the cheap knock offs...and they are just as lovely.

Obviously, my love of these items are in very random order because my mind doesn't associate importance over excitement about a wonderful robe. I hope your Valentines Day is filled with love and lovely things that make you smile.