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Self-Love Day: let's start off slow, shall we?

Ah, Valentine's Day... a day when florists probably make enough $$ to cover the rest of the year; when jewelers also make a killing because "diamonds are a girl's best friend"; when restaurants and chocolatiers rub their hands in glee at the highly marked-up purchases made by people totally in the thrall of Hallmark, consumerism and lack of independent thought.

Ummm can you tell I don't "subscribe" to V-Day? LoL!

Instead, let's explore Self-Love Day, shall we? Snackiepoo's brainchild moves into its fourth year (but I admit this is the first time I'm seeing it; again thanks to Karl!)



Here’s how the whole thing works:

  • Grab yourself a banner (you can find another one here if you're male / don't like this one).
  • Post that banner and then tell us all something that you really like love about yourself (hence the “self-love”, duh!).
  • Ask or beg your readers to post one thing that they too love about you!!! If your blog friends are nice, you shouldn’t have to beg…much. (If you don't have many readers, well, ooops! That would be me!!)
  • Enjoy!

So yeah, if you're interested in spreading the love, go ahead and participate (whether it's dropping a comment here, or doing your own self-love post, or both), and drop Hilly a line or a trackback so that she know you participated too, k?

Me? One thing I *love* about me?
"Love"??!
Ugh.
I shy away from that term.
But I'll push myself a little out of my funk...
... so I'll play it safe (hence this post's title!).

*ahem!*
    I love how I'm kicking Kosh's butt in racquetball, with only minimal use of my 2-bounce handicap. Not that I'm reveling in mopping the court up with him or anything, teehehee! It's more an appreciation that whatever my current weight/fitness level, I do have some level of eye-hand coordination and chasing-down-blue-balls ability that transfers over from tennis. I do wonder how this will impact my tennis - if ever I find folk to play with here in Springfield once the weather warms up again...


Okay ... so the ball is now in your court (haahahaa see how I made a pun / segue?) - care to drop me a loving comment? :)


... and finally: GONG XI FA CHAI!! It's also Chinese New Year!!


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Comments

  1. What a great article! And so enjoyed the "Post a Comment", truthful, smart and to the point.

    OK, what I love about me. . .I love how I am inventive, creative and unique. My art work is drawn using the mouse on the desktop, while I use pencil, pens, markers and paint off line. Will head over to where you got your banner as well!

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  2. I love that we've known each other for years now and still manage to find each other now and again. I love that you remind me to come pop over to your blog by commenting on mine, because I'm all myopic. ;)

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  3. I love racquetball! Hee hee!

    I love how open you are to trying new things and sharing them!

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  4. Cortana> Hi, thanks for dropping by!

    Karl> LoL@ myopic! hugggz!

    kilax> Thanks!

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