February….

A different month… A “tweener”… Warm temps surprise you - then, a GD Nor-Easter or Alberta Clipper nips you to remind you “huh uh, it ain’t over yet.” Closets filled with long sleeves - starting to place in a few short sleeve ones. At times, find our self at work - underdressed, or over dressed.

Aha, lovers. Yes, the hoopla of Valentine’s Day at one time or anuther has captured us all.. From getting/giving the BIGGEST valentine in the box, to lovers/gifts along the way. (Whatshername’s Birthday was 2/14, hell I was sunk if I forgot…. Either.)

I think whomever made the calendar did it right - what with less days and all… I mean, who REALLY wants to be in winter.. Come on robins… Spring Training, hell yeah!

By now most of us have stopped our insane “This is gonna be the year I’m GONNA workout ALL year!” We pretty much didn’t do anything except really really challenge some muscles for a few weeks.. Cha ching.. That’s the sound of my monthly Community Center fee being auto-drafted from my checking account. Here is where I tell myself “Oh, I ain’t gonna stop it yet, mebbe I’ll feel another binge along the way.” And I drive by the Community Center daily. Twice. On the way to work, and on the way home from work.

February is the month us college basketball freaks cuss our cheer our team. We gotta win in February to ever have a chance at March Madness.

February people beat feet to get their tax forms in to recoup what Uncle Sam has held.. Or… for those of us that might owe a little - we place the forms on the desk for safe-keeping. Later. I’ll do it later. (I didn’t have the extra when I filed last year 4/15/08, so the basta’s took what I owed outta my stimulus check. Hate when that happens.)

February finds us in the house… and of that we’re tired of… Again, brief ‘facades’ allow an occasional game of golf… a trip to the Piggly Wiggly in shorts/t-shirt… and the windows down with CCR a blastin’…

February, at least with my family and my work family, has found itself with a multitude of unfortunate illness’s, losses. I hope this isn’t a pattern - as I’d always kinda liked February. I’ve always love teasing, and February is the biggest tease month of them all.

Under wraps. Literally. Our want of Spring, and our covering our bods. I wanna get in shape for softball again. Later. I’ll do it later. I’ll get those 10 off of the 21 I’d lost… later.. Right now I think I’ll take another slice of that German Chocolate cake someone brought. “Hey who DID bring that?”…

February is dirty cars. Frozen ground ya can’t dig. Gas bills that make us think “whyinthehell didn’t I ever get on that level payment plan?”…

February is probably the hardest month to pronounce. Ya gotta take that slow, but hurry, cause there’s only 28 days… or is it 29? Reminded of my cousin getting his pic in the local paper, eight years of age, cake only had two candles. At least he can legally lie about his age as he ages. The Jack Benny 39-crap never really cut it with me. Cousin is ‘12’ now.. Fitty three actually.

A “have to” in the calendar year. No biggie Holidays (unless u do up the one where you really just wanna get laid).. Temps from single digits to 70’s here. Quite a range.

I’m about outta FebRUary chit. Can u thinka any? Nonetheless, I hope the chocolates or the flowers get u laid, if that’s ur quest. I hope u concentrate real hard on “Victor, get your ass back to the gym, and quit eating that junk.. You’ll feel MUCH better the first time you luck out, get a base hit and head toward first… and you’ll get there faster at 195 versus 205. OK OK OK. (Did someone say chipmunk?)…

The hunters have hunted, and now they await warm water temps. The golf clubs are cleaned, raring to go. “Now whereinthehell did I put that box of shorts” rings out.

Might even plan a nice summer vacation. Wonder whatinthehell gas will cost? Talk about range.

Victor, you’re rambling. Feb is only 28 days. Stop. Ok. Will. Happy FebRUary. Love, Victurd.