Wine and Valentine’s

I love you just the way I am.

Last night at a family get-together, the discussion turned to Valentine’s Day. My 16-year-old daughter asked if we believed in love at first sight. The immediate response was ‘No’. I’ve watched the Princess Bride enough to know that a Westley and Buttercup kind of love doesn’t happen every day. I’ve heard you can’t live without love, but this cynic believes oxygen is more important.

Valentine’s Day is a holiday that people love to hate. Not to say the bloom is off the rose, but when you add up the total cost, people drop an average of $37-billion dollars. Men resent the commercialism, and women get cranky if it’s not a perfect night out. However, if visions of shagging dance through your head, a fancy dinner and a bottle of your best helps to seal the deal.


I was 20 when I met my Valentine at our Surf and Slush house party. “Love” at first sight happened over a bottle of rum, and we fell heels over head in love. Our first official date was breakfast the next morning and the relationship went on to last three whole months. I had found the right guy, but the timing was all wrong.


Let’s not complicate our relationship by trying to communicate with each other. The next go-round with my Valentine was five years later. Long distant relationships are great for romance but abstinence does not make the heart grow fonder. This time it lasted almost a year. Still the right guy but he was living in Siberia, Alberta. The stars weren’t aligned yet.

Third and final round had us building the white picket fence. I’d like to think ‘love at first sight’ started here, and my vision has never changed. I love him more every year, except around the third week of every month.


When I was younger, I couldn’t stand Valentines Day. If you didn’t have a fella, the bars were filled with sharks. When I’d leave the club empty handed, the street flower vendor would say ‘better luck next time’ and hand me a rose. If I did have a boyfriend, there was pressure to find a gift that didn’t say I love you.

I was 28 when I first laid eyes on my Valentine. His baby blues got a load of my cleavage and it was lust at first sight. We drunkenly do-si-doed the night away at the Silver Slipper Saloon. This man-boy was shipping off to Toronto the following day for four weeks. He begged me to come home with him, pleading this may be the last time I ever saw him. He sounded like a soldier being sent off to war.


After a lot of dry humping, I gently declined his offer and sent him on his way. This explains why he called me back. We didn’t go on a first date for over a month, and by that time we hardly remembered what each other looked like. However, the sparks still flew and after years of flying solo, I finally found my plus one.

I asked for a tall, dark, handsome man who could troubleshoot my computer problems. He was all that, plus a lions mane of hair. When I met my funny valentine, he reminded me of an Arabian steed. This year marks our 20th anniversary, and I’m still trying to break that high-spirited bronc.


Roses are red, violets are blue, we’ve been married a long time, but I still love you. As couples, we rarely celebrate Valentine’s Day. Our hubbies despise it, so we’re happy to celebrate with our sisters. Life is sweeter when romance isn’t reserved for only one day. So for now, I tell my daughter that finding someone special means sharing your chocolate and wine. Be sure to choose wisely…

Sangria Wine Rack

Gifts I’d rather have than flowers
Wine. I can’t wait for my wine to get here, I mean my husband to get here...with my wine.
Jewelry. A very small, simple piece that’s classy, like me.
Gift basket. You had me at cheese.
Wash the car. Don’t forget to vacuum the carpet.
Wear the pants in the family. But let me pick them out.
Desire me at all times. But only act on it when I’m in the mood.
Cash. My opinion can be influenced by the bulge of your wallet.
Headphones. So I can see you, but not necessarily hear you.
Spa day. A massage without the obligatory BJ at the end.
Lingerie. Sexy, maximum comfort undies made of soft cotton.

Tunes you should have on your iPod:
John Mayer ✺ XO
Beyoncé ✦ Drunk In Love
Ed Sheeran ✤ Thinking Out Loud

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  1. christine lamb

    Great blog. It is funny to me that men scurry around trying to buy or find the perfect something for someone they love. I remember asking Dave for a new central vac for Valentines Day. A woman can’t be without a vacuum. Of course that’s what I got. I was thrilled. Still think it was the best gift he ever bought me. I had some friends who thought he was the biggest ass out there. He is an ass sometimes but certainly not because of the vacuum. We all find different things about our spouses that we love about them. Many years later I’m still happy with the little things. This year will be a hot dog at the Bronco game and that’s just fine.♡♡

  2. Bonnie

    Such great looking couples! Happy Valentines Day!

  3. Ken Maclean

    Neigh said the ass. Happy Valentines.

  4. Emily Hughes

    Thanks ladies… for quick entertaining & funny read this morning! Happy V-Day!

  5. Emily Hughes

    (For ”the” quick…)

  6. R kokott

    Love this. You guys are doing such a great job!

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