Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Sappy Valentine's Day Wishes of Love - PART 2!

I wrote a while back that my Mom was moving into a retirement place here in London Ontario, Waverley Mansion. I also mentioned that the residents were something of a youtube sensation.
At the time, my Mother hadn't been in any of the videos, but now she has! I am not going to identify the Mother of Rantwick. Or maybe I will sometime. I don't know. Here's the video:

I was told they were going to use it on some NBC morning show today, but I have no idea if that happened. If you saw it on TV this morning, let me know!

Feelin' the love,

PS - Ok, alright... my Mom is the cute one.

Sappy Valentine's Day Wishes of Love

Lasting, real love is something nobody has a recipe for, yet is still something that finds many.

Psych! This post isn't really about Valentine's Day. I (and my wife) think Valentine's Day is nonsense. Love, of course, is the opposite of nonsense: it is all, near as I can tell, but has nothing to do with a single calendar day.

Now, here's a cyclist pulling a "psych!" on a motorist. I don't know if they were drunk or what, but it sure looked silly:

Best not to pull that kind of thing on your lovey dovey... they will just run you over.

Yer Pal,

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Valentine's Day the Rantwick Way

Mrs. Rantwick and I believe that Valentine's Day is pure commercial nonsense. For years now, we have agreed to do nothing on Feb 14. I do, on occasion, surprise her by having flowers sent to her office or something, but never on Valentine's. We usually get some candies and stuff for the kids, but that's it.

I had been away from home (in Winnipeg, Manitoba) for over a week and was missing my family like crazy. By the way, I attempted to collect video votes for trees at the airport a couple of times, but it would seem travellers are a rather surly and suspicious bunch, and so I got nothing. I hope to have a winner before you all hate me, but no promises. Anyway, I returned home on Valentine's day. Mrs. Rantwick and the two little Rantwicks were at work and school, but they had left a lovely handmade Valentine for me!

Pretty sweet, right? Well just wait, it gets much better. Don't all the best things in life come with a disclaimer? Oh, I think so:

WARNING: We could not think of anything other than toilet humor so don't take this poem personally!

Then they hit me with a verse I shall cherish always (sniff)...

Roses are red, violets are blue
You smell funny
Just like my poo!

This came from the bottom of our HEARTS!

God I love my family. That card was LOVE with a capital P baby! Please don't be too envious of me and my awesome wife and children... although I don't know how on earth you could help it.

Yer Pal,

PS - I now realize that "LOVE with a capital P" is a rather strange thing to write. In my addled brain, the "P" was for Poo.