I was a bit of a brat in my last post, wasn’t I? AND THAT’S THE ONLY TIME I’VE EVER BEEN A BRAT. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, don’t believe them. OR I’LL KILL YOU! Haha, yeah just kidding 
Our tree is up. It has lights and garland on it.
We shopped for Rob’s parents’ gifts yesterday. I’m in charge of shipping them off today (yes I know, they’re gonna be LATE~! As it is I’m sending them Priority Po$t and they might still get there late). Then I go off to do my shopping for Rob, now that he’s given me a real list, and not the stupid cabbage list he thought would be funny the other day. I can assure you, that was Not Funny.
Now I know that many people out there would think that two people so in love such as ourselves shouldn’t NEED lists to know what to get each other, and I’d tend to agree– Rob didn’t get a list from me, and he’s been driving me crazy for WEEKS with his perfect purchases. I, however, suck. Okay, actually I don’t (in a bad way). The thing is this: with my parents/siblings etc., I just pretty muich give them whatever I want to give them and I’m okay. I don’t pick out crappy gifts, so they’re generally happy (although there was the year of the Old Spice d?©bacle but we won’t delve in to that here, hmmm?). I put thought into what I’m going to get them. My parents suck a little– “Oh, just you being happy is gift enough for us” YEAH RIGHT!!! COME ON!!!! but everyone else is pretty good at hinting and I’m pretty good at… knowing that they’re hinting. Okay basically my mom emails me and says “Your sister is asking for x, your brother would like Y, nephew A wants this, nephew B wants that, your niece could use… blah…. and your father and I? You being happy is gift enough for us”. Readymade list.
With Rob, however. I’m sure he’s been hinting, but he’s stealthy about it. Also, I have ADD. And we’ll be shopping, and he’ll be like “Oh my God! Look at this! This is so cool!” and I’ll tell myself “Okay. It’s the Red Radioactive Destructicon Turnip! Must. Remember. Red Radioactive Destructicon Turnip.” By the time we get home from the store and I’m about to write it down, it’s become the Puce Semiconductive A Little Bit Harmful Cheeseball. It’s happened over and over again.
So last night, in my PMS-induced fit of rage I cried for half an hour. Supposedly over the fact that I couldn’t beat world 6 in Super Mario Brothers, but more like the fact that I was going to end up getting Rob things that SUCKED and then he would HATE THEM but because he LOVES ME he would have to pretend that he LIKES THEM and I would KNOW THAT HE HATED THEM and it would all be a CHARADE!!!! Rob of course figured this out before I did (he was like “You’re worried about Christmas, aren’t you?” “NOOOOOOO It’s that the stupid Hammer Brothers keep JUMPING on me! And then I almost get to the end and I’m about to jump in the tube and another one JUMPS on me! And then I die! (sob sob. Hormones? Frig off, please)”, left the room, and came back with a list.
Now my mind is at ease. It’s not like I’m going to be like “Okay. I’m only buying things from his list. Nothing else.” No, just that having it there as a guideline, and maybe buying a few of the things, I can feel free to find OTHER things that I’m pretty sure he’ll like, because after all we DO know each other really well and love each other, and even if the other things suck, he’ll have things he actually wanted.
And now– off to the post office. Wish me luck.
don’t worry. i suck at getting nate presents. i was at the bookstore looking at train books the other night and i was about to pick up the illustrated history of amtrak when i saw “new york’s hidden substations.” i said ha! this is the best book! and i bought it. and of course, he guesses at what his presents are, so he guesses is it a book? about trains? i say, “this book is soooo good that i picked it over the illustrated history of amtrak.” and he goes, slobbering drool all over the place, “the illustrated history of amtrak?!” so now, i have to go back and get the stupid illustrated history of amtrak. phooey. i feel your pain.
The cabbage list was not stupid – all of those were perfectly valid gift ideas for moi. So HA!!!!!
Also,
I think we all go through the worry that we’re crap gift-buyers. Don’t worry =)
And congrats on the weight loss!
Anyone out there have one of those guys who says, while out shopping “oooooOOOOO! Coool!”, and then, while you’re madly trying to figure out some way to sneakily buy it for him, HE BUYS IT. ARGH!!! Yeah, that’s fun.
I had no idea what to get Shaun either – so, I’ve bought him something and he has PROMISED that if he hates it or thinks he won’t use it he will take it back and get something else. But man, really.
Guys are hard to buy for… I try to keep track of things Casey likes but often have the same problem of not remembering them at the crutial time!
Maybe we could carry around little notebooks or something?
red radioactive destruction turnip… haha
wow…our moms have been talking…my mom only wants to see me happy, too! (uh huh…right!). I watch diligently all year for Dan’s presents, I could never do it last minute. My family also gives ideas to each other…it just makes SENSE! Dan thinks its rude, so I have to play detective all year (and unreasonably hope he’ll do the same, which he never does). AND…I dont usually like what he gets for me (largely because he spends money we dont have). I think you and Dan have MANY things in common on this front (including the ADD). That, and you are both adored by wonderful people [insert stupid grin here].