(okay, so this post was ready to go for Valentines, but due to life circumstances I chose to not publish, but I want to today, so pretend it's Valentines)
Gees.
Hi.
In honor of it being Tuesday.. I think something else is going on today, I'm just not sure.
Anyway..
I thought I should blog about gifts.
Oh shoot I love getting gifts.
However, I hate opening them in front of the gifter, because I have terrible reactions.
I don't know why.
It's not like I throw a fit, and say anything rude.. it's just no one believes that my reaction is genuine.
Maybe it's because I hate surprises.
It really gives me anxiety.
I can't think of anything worse then a surprise party, and I've had one thrown from me, and now I have PTSD. I was 13, 14, or 15.. I have no idea..
However Christmas morning when I opened my itunes gift card, I screamed.
Huh, mom.
I've got a few gifts hanging around my bedroom waiting, waiting, waiting... & waiting for me to go to the Post Office. I don't know why it's such a hard thing for me to do. Maybe it's because growing up I thought the Mail Man was a serial killer, every. single. one.
Brooke is having a Jackson.
I started calling him Batman, it just seems fitting.
So of course I jumped up and down when I saw this onesie.
Jackson, Batman... that kid is never going to be called Jackson by this awesome honorary aunt.
Aaron & Tiff's baby girl is just going to be so lame in her outfit.
Batman just wins, in every single possible way.
One of the best gifts I have ever been given, from Jake...
He made me a booklet of all the reason he loves me, and all the things he loved that we did together while I was his nanny.
I made this for you because I love you..
Kid style.
The kid who told me when he grows up his car will be a bulldozer.
He's cemented in my little soul.
The worst gift?
Was from a girl who was my friend for 8 minutes.. yes, this is a range finder.. for golfers.
Uhm.
I don't golf.
For a good 20 minutes I sat there, along with my friends, and we all just wondered what the flip it even was.
Speak up if you want it, I have to go to the post office anyway.
Not joking.
My friend just had a birthday, and I haven't sent this off yet, because I've got to find items that will fit inside the clutch-a-ma-bob.
See how tiny it is. I have tiny hands FYI.
It pops open, for all your narcatoics.
Not that she takes any, but if she does the case is so cute.
Maybe some midol, because your period is more then a pain.
Hey Kim, if you're reading this.. this is your gift.
Such a birthday present bomb if I've ever seen one.
I'm going to be the WORST santa ever.
Better not reproduce.
My best friend Marianne/Wanda gave me this stupid bird one year for Christmas because she knows I have an irrational fear of birds.
I have never seen her laugh so hard, kinda like it was the best moment of her entire life.
But it's on display in my room, for all to see.. (like I invite people into my room, I WOULD NEVER)
I can't believe she spent 4 dollars on it.
Sometimes hilarious gifts are the ones you keep forever.
That friend of mine is a real piece of work, and she knows it.
Or the diamond necklace, from a boy, gifted to me on Valentines day.
I spent three Valetines days with him.
Whoa.
PAWN SHOP.
One of my all time favorite cards.
I've kept it for almost 10 years.
I don't really love animals, or the devil for that matter, especially him.
I'm a hoarder of memories.
Sometimes a gift is as simple as being a smart allek comment and making it permanant on paper.. well at least it is in my book.
Oh Markee..
Where she wrote, "I don't know which one is hugs.." I died.
RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.. litereally her room was next to mine.
Sometimes a hand written note or letter becomes something cherished.
Especially when said roommate moves, what a jerk.
No one writes letters anymore.
Except K.
My best friend loves Valentines.
What a nerd.
Nobody is perfect.
And my day will be spent with our patients.
And my night?
With our Olivia Grace.
I totally love her.
I'm going to take her doorbell ditching & toilet papering. You've got to teach em' young.
Happy Bleepingtines Day, Bloglanders..
Oh and last year, I sent out a mass text.. it went something like this.
I know I'm supposed to tell you I love you today, but I am not going to, I'm going to tomorrow. So keep your phone with you at all times.
I have listened to this song approx 47 times since Saturday.
I am so relieved my blog is not the most random blog in the world.
I am so relieved my blog is not the most random blog in the world.
15 This Is Where You Click To Type At Me:
Ummm I golf or did you forget that? You were excitied for your Gift card for I tunes go figure. I love you more....always.
i feel you on the surprise anxiety but i'm probably a little more believable with my reactions. but yeah the golf gadget? not normal.
actually hadn't heard that song before... repeat it is.
i hate watching the people i give gifts to open them. i feel awkward and think they won't like it. i just get nervous.
shay, move to provo. i'm glad you think i'm the only good thing about that awful town. but really. move.
Girl the golf range finder was the best and i love how you classified knowing her for 8 minutes. In my world i would say that was 8 minutes of my life i cant get back. I love sarcasm of that sorts. Love ya friend,
Dusty
I can't believe someone gave you a range finder! Worst. gift. ever. I'd say you were friends with her 8 minutes too long. p.s. Nico's middle name is Jackson...great name! :)
shaystar...
first off, we've got another "thing" tonight (game night with friends) and i'm eager to chat...or type with you, sooo..
you'll hear from me lates..you know where.
things that fit in a clutch: needles (you know, for sewing), condoms, astronaut pen (for writing upside down), bookmarks (does anyone still use those when they can just fold the corner of the page down?), cheetos if they are unwrapped, tampons, allen wrench, magnets, band-aids (for when you stick yourself sewing), batteries and, of course, all those loose pennies you've got lying around.
thanks for ALL th
whoops..how the HECK does that happen?
...like i was saying: thanks for ALL the comments. they were awesome and even caused me to revisit some past posts and relish them.
the joy of blogland.
Uh, I really am shocked that none of you commented on my mail man serial killer theory.
And if any of your are reading these comments, I would rather be on my period every single day then move to Provo. I love Brissa anyways.
1. I'm dying over your about me.
2. I will request a dragon
3. I hope you don't mind me stalking you back.
alicia :)
I don't mind so much opening up gifts (although it can be awkward), but I do NOT like to read people's cards or worse, them read mine. Bleepingtine's day! Ha!
I wrote an entire blog post about how I don't know which is hugs and which is kisses. I also have an irrational fear of birds.
omg! that golf thingy...I hate opening gifts in front of the person who gave them to me, it puts me in such an awkward position especially when I am not liking the gift one bit. One thing I do with gifts I do not like is keep them and save them to give to someone who might actually appreciate it. hahahaha. I'm so awful. =(
Hi there!
Thanks for stopping over on my blog:) Love yours and am a new follower - 100th one ... do I get some sort of prize?;)
Love your blog! Can't wait to read more!
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I'm a memory horder too...It's been 10 years but I still have the locker posters my friends made me in highschool...the one for my 16th b-day is still hanging on my bedroom wall at my dad's house, it has an XXXXXXXXXL granny thong in it-like a pop up book. I got to go to the principal's office for that one. Happy b-day to me LOL
XO Lori
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