Alas I may not be Richard Yearwood's 'lover', but I do love that this man has no issues with hugging, kissing or telling me he loves me. The feeling is mutual and one of the many reasons I love to both work and play with this man.

These are not simply the ramblings of a gal that is single on Valentine’s Day.  I actually generally prefer my single Valentines, as more people tell me they love me and I am never met with disappointment.  Plus Fuzzywiggle Furrypants Roo makes the best damn Valentine’s cat that there ever was.  She gives even more kisses and hugs than I do (and I’m pretty liberal with mine).

No, this is a philosophy instilled in me thanks to my parents.  And thanks to them, it is the reason that I know where I stand with my family, close friends and many of the people who I work with (who I consider to be family and close friends) ~ they love me and I love them (Hell, at  Ahimsa that seems to be one of the long term prerequisites ~ do they have talent and do we love them ~ necessary after all, when we do long hours, all over the World).  And as I get older and have sadly started to lose some of the people in my life that I love, it is for this reason that I always know the last thing that I said to them ~ I  love you! (and despite saying these words often, every day of my life, they are not hollow words).

And with that, I send all you lovely readers some hugs …

With smooches to Ian MacLatchy for posting this video on our producer, Erica’s, facebook wall, where I spotted it.

Love and Kisses,

Emme xoxo

… and I say that as a gal whose kisses today came from a loving little Fuzzywiggle Furrypants Roo and blown from family members across the country.  May not have a ‘plus one’ in my world, but I do have a huge amount of love. Reminded everyday of that.

Valentines love and kisses,

Emme xoxo

Not an easy thing to do to decide on the perfect dates for Kittyn and I for tonight for our delightfully romantic winter date to Cypress Mountain.  I’ve wanted to go on the Chocolate Fondue Snowshoe Tour for so many years now that this is not a decision to be made lightly.  Also I have to say, theres been some damn sweet, most flattering and rather amusing Valentines.

So here are my thoughts:

Would love to take either Clive or Christian (@daubu), but they live too far away to make it here on time.

Adore my little Dose of Lunacy (@monicahamburg) and @saltybean, but they hate snow and I don’t want them ruining my love of snow (already I’m thinking of gagging Kittyn, at least until we arrive at Hollyburn Lodge).

Raul will always be my Valentine, but I may have to strangle him if he starts whispering ‘sweet Microsoft Vista nothings’ in my ear, so he’s out, as that would take away from the romance.

Tris, the Hussey, is a taken man and I want a bit of romance, so he’s out.

My ginger’s letters made me laugh, but call me weird (and many have), but I don’t find having my eyeballs plucked out with a spoon to be all that romantic and I want romance.

@ericaha is the perfect snow loving gal, but she confessed to me that she actually already has plans for this evening.  Should have known the good ones would go fast.

It is for my desire for romance that I’ve decided to make Keith my date.  His letter is the most romantic and I do have to admit that he’s a good kisser, plus he likes nibbling on my ears.

For Kittyn, I’ve decided that ‘Savannah’ would be the perfect date for her, as they are both brats and deserve each other.

Congrats Keith and ‘Savannah’!  Looking forward to discovering how the night unfolds!

Kisses,

Emme

Photo by Lola May

Dearest Emme,

I was walking along the streets of Gastown, and as I was doing some window-shopping, I noticed that I stared at beautiful clothes while thinking of you, longing to know when we’d hang out and talk Ubuntu, geeking out in our laptops. Yes, I admit it, Emme. I *am* a geek. A sweet, WordPress-trained geek. With a healthy dose of side skills as well. I know how to open a bottle of wine. YES! I learned to open wine bottles last year. I know – it’s like… I *should* have known how to, but oh well. I didn’t. But now I do. I even know about sustainable wines! Yes, my friend Anthony (from Farmstead Wines) distributes bio-dynamic wines, and I really love this kind of wine – I am sure you’d love it too. And yes, they are amazing. We should have a glass of a biodynamic wine when we go out chocolate-fondue-consuming

Oh, but you wonder which other skills do I have? Well, I can liveblog with CoverItLive does that count as a skill? Um… Let’s see… which other skill do I have? Well… I am great at hummingbird-ing my way around a room while remembering the name of each and every blogger who participates in the Vancouver Blogger Meetup. Heck, I even organize said meetup!

For all the reasons above, dearest Emme… since I speak WordPress, I am learning about Ubuntu and I’m all about empowering people to be and feel sexy regardless of age, race, religion … will you be my Valentine?

Love,
Raul

I do love a man with a British accent.  Sadly this one is a little too far away to join me for a romantic date on Cypress, but he did facebook me a few delightful words:

I love your photos Emme. Mystery girl. The sort a guy can dream about. Hope you have a great weekend and that it gives you all that you wish for yourself.

x

Thank you my two fisted, beer guzzling Brit!!

Kisses,

Emme

Okay, I received not one, but two secret admirer valentines.  One from @valentwinelove that reads:

A secret admirer has just chosen you as their favorite friend at http://valentwine.com

Never bad starting the day of with a ‘secret lover’.  We can all use a bit of intrigue and mystery in our lives.

The other Valentines was stuffed under my door Thursday and was signed ‘Your this Saturday Night, Savannah’.  Here’s what it says:

Dearest Emme,

I won’t admit to this in public, but ever since that fated day on the Ulti pitch when you lost that bet to me, I’ve secretly desired to on a date with you.  Despite the fact that you didn’t completely fulfill the bet requirements – pull down your shorts and run a lap of the field – you did, unlike the other gals on your team, pull down your shorts and dance in circle.  Hot, damn hot!  And bloody hilarious! So yes, I’m imagining a date with you would be one wild night and I want my name in that competition and you know I always win competitions I enter.  Besides I’ve always wanted to do the Chocolate Fondue Snowshoe Tour at Cypress.

Yours this Saturday night,

Savannah

Despite not knowing a ‘Savannah’, I can be fairly certain from the words above of whom this contestant might be.  Cheeky monkey!!!

Sadly not in Van City, because this Tweetie Pie is most lovable.  Thank you @daubu!

If I was violently anti-Valentines, I would send you a pretty Valentine with hearts, and bows, and undying expressions of lub.

Understand your anti-Valentine sentiments and perhaps I should clarify my Valentine thoughts.  I don’t think we should wait until one day of the year to tell people that we love them and then shower them will silly gifts, because you feel it is expected.  I feel everyday should be Valentines Day in the sense that you tell people you love them everyday and when you buy them a gift it is because you see something special for them and want to surprise them, not because you feel you have to.

A Tweetheart to Kittyn from @gingerbeer:

My cabbage, my turnip, my radish, my Kittyn.  Like a shaken beer, my love for you fills me with joyous froth.  Do you not realize that if life were a cracker, you would be the cheese?  Let me melt you.  My love is like my back lawn.  It just grows and grows.  It will never be cut down.  My lolling tongue laments its lack of use, my lolly.  Sheep are no match to your willy ways, my lambkins.  Even though they are pretty good.  Especially the Dorsets, though their wool is not as fine as your average Merino.  But of course with you I could dispense with the gum boots.  If you were the weety-bix I would be the milk.  Let me soak into you slowly.  I have rent open my feelings so that, however rudely they may be expressed, I have been left nakedly nude of any pretense otherwise.  Let us thrust our outpouring with tweets no more, my magnificent.

Love Ginger

xxxxx

Loving the fact that the ginger has compared Kittyn to a barnyard animal.  That makes me smile this morning, especially after having to deal with her diva moments last night of “What do you mean I need to wear long johns and snowpants!!!  That’s not a Kittyn look!”  All I can say is dear God, I don’t know what she thinks going for a moonlit snowshoe means, but for me – ‘romance, snow, fresh mountain air, invigorating, magic, and dress warmly’.  So thinking of taking three dates for me this morning and leaving Kittyn behind.

Kittyn – you know I wouldn’t do that, but dress warmly and no whining unless you want I snowball planted on those plump, red lips of yours.

A tweetheart from @ericaha to Lola May:

Love you Lola! You’ll always be my crazy Valentines that gets me into the wildest and most hilarious situations, exposing me to the adventure, whilst always keeping me safe from harm.  Can never truly express how glad I am to have you in my life.  You rock my world!

And it would appear that the hussey really gets around.  For Kittyn:

I am shocked and aghast that there were *no* Valentines for the sexiest Kittyn I know! This must be rectified right now…

Kittyn, I had such a hard time choosing who to send a Valentine to…You hold just a purrfectly special place in my heart. I would ensure that you, oh lovely and lithe feline goddess, would have warmed cream for your coffee and a warm spot to snuggle next to a fire. Only the best for you, scented candles, oils and and any treat that you desire… All this would be yours, if I were honoured with your attention.

Alas, like my adoration for Emme, it must be from afar. My OperaGal is my heart’s desire and she is whom I lavish affection upon..

Tris

Love seeing the ‘love’ spreading it’s snuggly hug all around!  And don’t worry about Miss Fuzzywiggle Furrypants. There’s plenty of love coming for her too.  Her four legged pals are just using the regular post – something about wanting to send their scent.

Hate admitting it, but most of what’s below is true.  Keith does indeed know me well.

Emme,

You know it’s me that you secretly desire to take on your romantic winter getaway.  Because I am your Valentine.

I’m your Valentine, because….

I’ve seen you at your worst and I still love you.

I’ve seen you when you looked like an old hag (literally) and I still love you.

You’ve tried to set-up me up with the male waiter (even though you know I am not gay) and I still love you.

You’ve flirted with my brother and I still love you.

I don’t think, I know your crazy and I still love you.

I’ve listened to your neurotic rants and I still love you.

I know all your eccentric quirks and I still love you.

And last, but not least, because I know you’ve secretly been dying to be dating someone in the winter for years as you’ve always wanted to do a moonlit fondue and snowshoe date. It’s your idea of romance at it’s best.

You deserve for that date to be with someone you love.

And besides, you know you like kissing me!

With love,

Keith

Rumour has it this video was used for inspiration:

Obviously, I must be the old bird reading in the background.  Glad to know that my ginger isn’t an ageist.  At least not according to this Valentines:

My dearest Emme,

Oh beautiful angel! How I yearn for your velvet touch and how my lips burn for your moist kiss which is sweeter then the nectar which drips from the earth’s most beautiful flower.

Only heaven would outcast an alluring work of Gods perfection like you, for not even divine angels could look upon your delicate face without sacrificing themselves for you. Something about you makes me want to take you in my arms and keep you forever.

What human being would not appreciate those gorgeous green eyes of yours which remind me of tiny sparkling green M&Ms inside your eyeballs. There have been many occasions where I’ve felt like picking them out with a plastic spoon and eating them, but I don’t think you’d like that. Maybe its because you plan to eat them yourself. Who knows.

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I just can’t just help but admire and love your gorgeous brown hair, which sometimes reminds me of a bird nest (only without the eggs and chicks)

Going out to nightclubs is a great experience with you. I love the way the bouncer always makes you get your ID card out, yet I can always get in without any trouble whatsoever. Oh I love pinching your cheeks and teasing you about that afterwards and calling you “babyface”!

Words alone cannot express how unique my love is for you. I love you, and you only, I swear that to you my love ….well OK, I guess I also love my guitar which brings me a lot of joy and happiness when you are not around. I can even finger my guitar in public without being arrested, but thats besides the point. My point is that I love you and my love for you is unique (isn’t it weird how the word ‘unique’ and ‘eunuch’ sound the same? The word Unix also sounds similar, but ‘Chimpanzee’ doesn’t)

I have to tell you one thing though. I really do love your bum. I think that is the most amazing part of you, and is the most amazing thing on this planet! God, I wish I could do nothing but stare at your beautiful bum all day (besides eating, drinking and sleeping of course). That would be pure heaven for me!

My love, you know what would look hot and vibrant on that beautiful body of yours? Red underwear! Oh God, if I saw you wearing those I would simply explode into a heap of sparks with joy! (By the way that was a figure of speech, cos I wouldn’t ACTUALLY spontaneously combust, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to appreciate your lovely body in Red underwear).

With every beat from my burning, heart which screams your name with every carnal thought of you, I wish you the most happiest Valentines Day ever!

I live only to please your fiery carnal desires,

ginger

xxxxxxxxx

Rather steamy, highly unique, and questionably creepy in the line about plucking out my eyeballs (which I will note here are not green) with a spoon.  Definitely the most unique Valentines I’ve ever been given and as such worth a sneak peek at my flaming panties.  Enjoy!