Last week I got this brilliant idea to write a blog about love. Really? Me? Writing about love? That’s like the Pope writing about Nascar! I even watched a few sappy movies this weekend for inspiration. Sleepless in Seattle, Letters to Juliet, but the one that I related to the most was Valentine’s Day. Not because of the “love conquers all” theme, but the scene that made my heart flutter was when Jennifer Garner’s character smashed that heart-shaped pinata to smithereens with a baseball bat. That scene gave me the warm fuzzies! Somebody, give me a bat and a pinata now!
As I’m typing this out on my computer, I have my heart-shaped box of chocolates next to me (more research) and with every chocolate I pop into my mouth I’m looking for some in sight into this thing called love. What a crazy emotion! It can feel like you have just been given a powerful “happy” drug, and like there is nothing impossible in this world one day… to being curled up in the fetal position, feeling like your heart is literally being ripped out of your chest the next. I speak from personal experience when I say, I cannot imagine a greater pain. While staring into the heart shaped box scattered with half eaten chocolates that did not agree with my palate, I pause for a moment to bite into another chocolate. Where was I? Oh, right…. LOVE. Why did I get this stupid idea to write about love anyway? But I must press on… I’ve started this and I have to finish it! My eyes keep shifting from the computer screen to the box of chocolates. With every chocolate I eat feels like I am swinging that bat at the pinata.
It occurs to me that this will not be the most profound thing I have ever written… but none the less, I press on. eh hem… Love… . The truth is, I can’t bring myself to write anything positive about love… I know that when you are in the deep throws of love, you know, the kind that has your head spinning, your heart singing, and your stomache fluttering…not to mention some of those other parts that are effected as well. 
Love is a many splendored thing… until SPLAT!!!! I know… I am incredibly negative! But, in my experience there is always a splat at the end of a love story. I pause again to pop another chocolate in my mouth, and stare up at the ceiling to see where I should hang the pinata.
I will leave you all with this… When you’re snuggling up with your love, or having a romantic evening staring into their adoring eyes, you can rest assured that I will be here polishing off my bat. And when your romantic evening carries on into the bedroom for passionate love-making… know that I will be passionately beating the crap out of that pinata. While you are screaming out in pleasure, I will be matching your screams with each swing of the bat. When you are panting, glistening with sweat after the love-making is done… I will also be wiping my brow… and popping another chocolate in my mouth.
Maybe next year’s story will be different for me… that is if I can stop eating these damn chocolates!!!
I am laughing my @$$ off! This is appropo for Valentine’s Day!
Girl, I had Valentines on my brain all week….and it wasn’t the throws of passion kind of Valentines kind of thinking….I kept thinking of that real love…and my heart kept coming back to the love I have for my kids (and I blogged too…I vowed to be better this year). I know that right now things for you are at swing the bat at the Pinata stage…..but in time that will change…and thank goodness the maternal love will bring your heart the Valentines that no man could ever match <3
I agree Bobbi. I didn’t put it in this blog but I know the only kind of true, unconditional love that exists is the love a mother has for her children. I am truly blessed with them. The bat is still swinging at the “other” kind of love. After all, they are 2 completely different things aren’t they? You can’t even compare them, even if the “other” love were the best it could be…