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You'll be the first to spin your story, and I'll be the last to let you go.
You know, Valentine's Day sucks SO MUCH LESS when you're not in school with stupid people flaunting it in your face as an excuse to show they're more popular and well-loved than you are. Which means that aside from my period leaving me feeling like I've been run over by a steamroller a couple times, Valentine's Day has been pretty swell.
Would you like to meet my Valentines? Of course you would.
Ella, Zoe, and Tess
Myyyyyyy fuzzy Valentiiiiiiiines, sweeeeeet comic Valentiiiiines, you make me smiiiiiiile with my heeeeeart! Your paws are kiiiisable! Adoooooooorable! Yet you were so fuzzy from the staaaaaaaaart!
I don't think you guys understand how much joy these little creatures bring into my life. This is probably because I never tell you, and I never tell you because it's sort of tragic and a little weird, but oh my god, I love these creatures more than SOME PEOPLE LOVE THEIR CHILDREN. They are always so happy to see me! And crawl on me and eat my shirts and squeak and nibble on my hands and chin and curl up in my palm and eat from my fingers, if they are my gerbils. Ella just does the normal tail-wagging dog sort of thing. But she's very enthusiastic about seeing me too. And they're just so lovely. I honestly don't know how people survive without pets. Whenever I'm separated from fuzzy little animals for too long I get deeply depressed. It's sort of lame and completely true and you know what, deal with it.
Also, in the time honored tradition of my people, desserts! Delicious, delicious desserts for Valentine's Day. My mom usually makes sure there's some sinfully decadent raspberry and chocolate concoction lying around, but that sort of fell through the cracks this year. Instead, I managed to create the greatest desert ever, without baking, which is totally admirable and you should all worship me. The dessert goes like this: take lemon wafers (I use the Trader Joe's variety, of course) and a small bowl of vanilla ice cream. (We also have raspberry sorbet, though I have yet to try this variation and cannot yet speak to it's relative deliciousness.) Use the lemon wafers to sandwich the ice cream into a delicious and slightly melty treat, and stuff it in your mouth. It's magic.
But since that is non-traditional, let's all gaze at the drool-worthy traditional chocolates for a second. Ooooh. Aaaaah.
The soundtrack to my Valentine's Day is, of course, Sam Cooke. Okay, to be fair Sam Cooke as of late has been the soundtrack to my everything, including picking my nose and doing my laundry, but whatever! My point is if I had to choose someone to sing at my wedding, I would TOTALLY choose the late great Mr. Cooke. He's got all his fun happy dance-around-like-a-loser songs and then his slow I-love-you-let's-make-babies songs, and I'd just tell him not to do, like, Frankie and Johnny because that's about a woman killing her unfaithful lover and hello, wedding buzzkill. The one problem with this plan, besides that Sam Cooke is dead, which, whatever to that, is that I think I would make my hypothetical newly-minted hubby jealous. Because the man was exceedingly dreamy. And his voice! Oh, his voice. Every time I hear it I let out this involuntary little sighing noise of joy. If I ever had him singing directly to me I would probably blush and giggle like an idiot and flap my hands around uselessly like my wrists and magically stopped working. Seriously. His music makes me feel sort of like I'm listening to a really amazingly sexy version of Mr. Rogers. Does that make sense? Probably not. Okay, it makes me feel that warm, safe, fuzzy feeling I used to get watching Mr. Rogers do his little changing his sweater and shoes routine and then going to Shining Time Station, but in a DREAMILY ROMANTIC sort of way. Did I just destroy everyone's childhoods AND fail to explain myself? Probably. Sorry, everyone.
Anyways, ANOTHER good thing these songs are for are singing to your pets. I sing Ella Sam Cooke while I'm rubbing her belly all the time, which she apparently enjoys because it always gets her to give me kisses. My dog has really awesome music taste, is my point.
Some Sam Cooke to Get Down To!
Bring It On Home to Me
Cupid
(I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons
Send Me Some Lovin'
Sugar Dumpling (WARNING. THIS SONG IS KIND OF SEXIST DURING SOME VERSES. SO, UH, BE CAREFUL.)
Win Your Love (For Me)
Wonderful World
You Send Me (SIGH. HIS VERY DREAMIEST.)
So, in conclusion, have a swingin' Valentine's Day! Or what's left of it. Whatever, I totally posted this early enough so that you can download these songs and listen to them while eating ice cream and youtubing videos of kittens and puppies playing together in perfect harmony, which clearly is the way this holiday was supposed to be spent.
(Drawn by me, for Melly's Valentine, because I have a
terminal cuteness disease I call Compulsive Happyopithy.
Also, for the record, that is a true-to-life reaction that Ella
has when seeing the gerbils. She loves those little guys for reasons
I cannot understand. And I should have made it clearer, but Zoe has
chewed a heart-shaped hole in the box. See it now? D'aww. Whatever,
I'm too lazy to futz with the color long enough to fix that.
Would you like to meet my Valentines? Of course you would.
Ella, Zoe, and Tess
Myyyyyyy fuzzy Valentiiiiiiiines, sweeeeeet comic Valentiiiiines, you make me smiiiiiiile with my heeeeeart! Your paws are kiiiisable! Adoooooooorable! Yet you were so fuzzy from the staaaaaaaaart!
I don't think you guys understand how much joy these little creatures bring into my life. This is probably because I never tell you, and I never tell you because it's sort of tragic and a little weird, but oh my god, I love these creatures more than SOME PEOPLE LOVE THEIR CHILDREN. They are always so happy to see me! And crawl on me and eat my shirts and squeak and nibble on my hands and chin and curl up in my palm and eat from my fingers, if they are my gerbils. Ella just does the normal tail-wagging dog sort of thing. But she's very enthusiastic about seeing me too. And they're just so lovely. I honestly don't know how people survive without pets. Whenever I'm separated from fuzzy little animals for too long I get deeply depressed. It's sort of lame and completely true and you know what, deal with it.
Also, in the time honored tradition of my people, desserts! Delicious, delicious desserts for Valentine's Day. My mom usually makes sure there's some sinfully decadent raspberry and chocolate concoction lying around, but that sort of fell through the cracks this year. Instead, I managed to create the greatest desert ever, without baking, which is totally admirable and you should all worship me. The dessert goes like this: take lemon wafers (I use the Trader Joe's variety, of course) and a small bowl of vanilla ice cream. (We also have raspberry sorbet, though I have yet to try this variation and cannot yet speak to it's relative deliciousness.) Use the lemon wafers to sandwich the ice cream into a delicious and slightly melty treat, and stuff it in your mouth. It's magic.
But since that is non-traditional, let's all gaze at the drool-worthy traditional chocolates for a second. Ooooh. Aaaaah.
The soundtrack to my Valentine's Day is, of course, Sam Cooke. Okay, to be fair Sam Cooke as of late has been the soundtrack to my everything, including picking my nose and doing my laundry, but whatever! My point is if I had to choose someone to sing at my wedding, I would TOTALLY choose the late great Mr. Cooke. He's got all his fun happy dance-around-like-a-loser songs and then his slow I-love-you-let's-make-babies songs, and I'd just tell him not to do, like, Frankie and Johnny because that's about a woman killing her unfaithful lover and hello, wedding buzzkill. The one problem with this plan, besides that Sam Cooke is dead, which, whatever to that, is that I think I would make my hypothetical newly-minted hubby jealous. Because the man was exceedingly dreamy. And his voice! Oh, his voice. Every time I hear it I let out this involuntary little sighing noise of joy. If I ever had him singing directly to me I would probably blush and giggle like an idiot and flap my hands around uselessly like my wrists and magically stopped working. Seriously. His music makes me feel sort of like I'm listening to a really amazingly sexy version of Mr. Rogers. Does that make sense? Probably not. Okay, it makes me feel that warm, safe, fuzzy feeling I used to get watching Mr. Rogers do his little changing his sweater and shoes routine and then going to Shining Time Station, but in a DREAMILY ROMANTIC sort of way. Did I just destroy everyone's childhoods AND fail to explain myself? Probably. Sorry, everyone.
Anyways, ANOTHER good thing these songs are for are singing to your pets. I sing Ella Sam Cooke while I'm rubbing her belly all the time, which she apparently enjoys because it always gets her to give me kisses. My dog has really awesome music taste, is my point.
Bring It On Home to Me
Cupid
(I Love You) For Sentimental Reasons
Send Me Some Lovin'
Sugar Dumpling (WARNING. THIS SONG IS KIND OF SEXIST DURING SOME VERSES. SO, UH, BE CAREFUL.)
Win Your Love (For Me)
Wonderful World
You Send Me (SIGH. HIS VERY DREAMIEST.)
So, in conclusion, have a swingin' Valentine's Day! Or what's left of it. Whatever, I totally posted this early enough so that you can download these songs and listen to them while eating ice cream and youtubing videos of kittens and puppies playing together in perfect harmony, which clearly is the way this holiday was supposed to be spent.
(Drawn by me, for Melly's Valentine, because I have a
terminal cuteness disease I call Compulsive Happyopithy.
Also, for the record, that is a true-to-life reaction that Ella
has when seeing the gerbils. She loves those little guys for reasons
I cannot understand. And I should have made it clearer, but Zoe has
chewed a heart-shaped hole in the box. See it now? D'aww. Whatever,
I'm too lazy to futz with the color long enough to fix that.
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What kind of dog is Ella?
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....i feel like i would decide something like that.
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Sam's Dreaminess...
...and on top of that, he's still considered "dreamy" some 40+ years later!
Thank you for sharing your feelings about Sam. He was a remarkable human being on as well as off stage.
Erik Greene
Author, “Our Uncle Sam: The Sam Cooke Story From His Family's Perspective”
www.OurUncleSam.com (http://)