Friday, October 12, 2007

Merry Christmas!

So the other day, I was harassing my dear Husband about his gifting... shall we say... disability. This is a subject that I like to bring up often as once upon a time it was a sore subject but it has grown into something that we can both laugh about (okay, mostly just me).

Before Husband and I got married, I always imagined my future husband to be the dashing masculine hero who opened doors and cooked candle light dinners to surprise me. Uhhhh... I definetly scored dashing, masculine, and hero! So it was a bit of a let down when I realized that Husband was a normal human being like the rest of us down here on the planet earth.

We met in mid November and were engaged on Christmas Eve. Yes, the same year. So I knew that he was going to ask me to marry him (not that we had talked about it, I just knew) and because of this I thought long and hard about the gift that I was going to give him and assumed that he would do the same. We waited up until almost midnight on Christmas Eve and exchanged presents, I made him open his first. He, of course, loved what I got him. Then it was my turn. I tore the wrapping paper off of the kinda heavy box with absolute excitement. What was it going to be?? Had he put weights in the box to mask that it was actually an engagement ring? Nope. It was a set of steak knives.

I tried to pretend to like them and smiled super fake. To this day he insists that it was the steak knives that got me to say "yes" when he proposed about 5 minutes later. I think it's more like I just pretended that it hadn't happened so the moment wouldn't be ruined.

And the disabled gift giver keeps trying every holiday and it is getting better, however it's almost funner if they're just terrible gifts. Like for my birthday once he got me a tennis racket. Ever heard me talking about tennis? Or my all time favorite was when he got me a few sweaters from Lane Bryant. He said that when he went in there, he asked the lady if they had any smaller sizes and when she got the smallest size they had, he said that he just figured that it was this seasons style. Still makes me laugh. Ohmygoodness I'm crackin' up!

But seriously, I love that man. I crazy love him. I remember right before he and I got married, my mom asking me, "Ya know all of those little things that you love about Husband? Those things will get on your last nerve in a couple of months." And I totally dismissed her but some of that statement does ring true. What I felt then is the total opposite now. Like those presents and my reaction to them. Or the level of hatred that I used to feel if his socks didn't make it into the laundry basket, just next to them. Now I just think, 'Aww he missed by an inch!' And then I leave it there when I do the laundry. I'm still working being nice, okay!?! And what I thought was love then is nothing compared to what I feel now... I think I'm getting carried away.

14 comments:

southerngirlmusings said...

You are hilarious and so true to your heart. The Lane Bryant story made my sides hurt though...my hubby isn't good at gift giving either. He usually cheats for Christmas and gets me money after harassing my mother and children for that 1 thing that mommy wants. It is okay, I like money and the socks/laundry thing, I have the kids get his laundry now so I never see the inch/foot/yard/entire room that he has missed. :)

Dawne said...

OH, man!! I'm laughing so hard! I remember the Lane Bryant episode. Poor guy! He thought that's just where you went for girl clothes, because I shopped there!! LOL I really don't get the tennis racket.
I give Ryan a list of potential gifts, specific and non-specific at Christmas. He's on his own for our anniversary, though. No hints!

Angie said...

HEHE!!!That was a warm and fuzzy post. Makes me miss my hunny (I hate hunting season!!)
I once had a guy I was dating get me a blender and a wall clock...seriously!!!

Raquel said...

Southy, I may have to follow your wise lead and make my kids pick up Husbands stanky socks...

Dawne, There is that, isn't there? You want the perfect thing but then hinting makes it loose the whole surprise factor~! What to do?

Angie, My step dad hunts and my mom refers to it as "armed drinking". Oh how I would LOVE to see the look on your face when you got that shiny new wall clock!

Raquel said...

lose not loose.

Aly Cat 121 said...

Girl please, that's why you ain't suppose to leave it up to the hubby. If I did that, my azz wouldn't get sh*t. So I kindly pick out ALL the presents I want and then give him a list. LOL. He know the rules. Ohh and I do the same thing for my birthday too. *chuckle* It does get better, they just need clear direction and instruction.

Tabitha said...

Oh my gosh, I would have LOVED to be there when you got the Lane Bryant clothes!!!!!That would have been pee your pants funny. Poor hubby.....

ange said...

I got tile in my bathroom for a birthday present one year, I am still trying (not very hard) to get over it.
ange

Rebekah said...

LOL, Lane Bryant?? That is classic.
I know what you mean though, especially with the socks. How can we get so irritatingly mad at someone yet be so crazy in love with them?

Stephanie said...

I love love.

The Beast Mom said...

My husband once gave me "fat measuring calipers" and a workout book. Yes, the calipers were those measuring tools that you stick a blob of your fat in between and measure how many milimeters wide it is. You can measure your waist, your arm backs, your inner thighes, etc. SO very romantic don't you think? I have NEVER outright told anyone that a gift they gave me was BAD, but I came really close w/ that one. ;)

-bm

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The Beast Mom said...

I tagged you too. Must be a tagging kind of day... :)

-bm

Leslie said...

I had the romantic expectations of stellar gifts too...sigh. First off, my husband HATES crowds. Flees like the plague is coming. Christmas shopping, as you can imagine is NOT his favorite thing. We're doing most of our shopping early online this year so we don't waste valuable vacation time stateside this year. He emailed me the other day, because the foot between our desks was too far I guess, to ask me if I would like a carnivorous plant garden for Christmas this year? Yeah, he got an email back a day later with pictures, sizes, color choices of things that I might actually like ;)