V-day

As I'm licked by my Ecuadorian dog Cuca I begin to think about Valentines day and it's true meaning. (relation: Cuca licks me everyday to shows she cares)

Why do we need a special day to say 'I love you'? It should be an every day occurance. I know.. I know.. I'm sure everyone would love to recieve the most cliche gifts of bad chocolates in heart shaped boxes and flowers that rise in price 50% for this special holiday (sidenote: in Ecuador a dozen roses cost $1.50.. I know this because I bought some for a friend who was sick). Who wouldn't? But I really wonder how Valentines Day got started? I mean most every other holiday has some sort of meaning that we all know about besides consumerism. I know, some of you are probably saying, "but Valentines day has a meaning, a lot of meaning, LOVE!". But is that really what it means? When I think about love I don't think about chocolates and roses. I think about the best thing possible, about what the world needs most, about giving life and happiness to friends, family, and the world. And I Think that is something that we should be thinking about everyday.

Fine, give someone a card and say I love you that's okay. But don't be one of those people who only thinks about love one day a year. One of those people who only gives flowers to loved ones because its V-day and you have to. Give them flowers for just being them. Give them flowers because you love and appriciate them all year round.

Lets start a love revolution people. Give love, take love, spread love, fall in love, stay in love, scream love, shout love, cry love, fight for love, BE LOVE, all year round.

This is not meant to be cynical.. its just my process of thinking and loving.

Read this.. you'll understand what I mean.
http://www2.canada.com/vancouversun/news/editorial/story.html?id=5574aadc-f81d-4462-930d-c89570f021b6

Its all about about the church taking hold where it can and death.. cool.

Ok- on to a funny v-day story.

When I was around 8 my mom gave me a box of chocolates (as she does almost every year <3). It was a HUGE heart shaped box that was covered with red lace and a rose on top. I ate a few then placed the box on our fireplace mantel. We went out for a day of love and returned home. I don't believe I ate any more chocolates that night and went to bed. The next morning I woke up excited to get into my box of chocolates only to find that ALL of them have been eaten. It was just me and my mom back then so I automatically assumed that my mom had devoured all of my chocolates while I was sleeping. I was enraged, "How could you eat all of my chocolates mom?!" (I'm sure while throwing a huge fit). She replied with "I didn't touch your chocolates". Well then who the heck did? Did a chocolate rober sneak into the house and eat up all my goods? There was only one other culperate in the house who could be blamed for this. Our dog, Feliz. She probably ate a good 20 cream filled chocolates and didn't even get sick. Who said chocolates killed dogs?