Tuesday, January 03, 2012

"I wanna hold em like they do in Texas please. Fold em let em hit me raise it baby stay with me."

I'm going to have to wait to explain the tie in until I reveal what song this is from. But...this post is about some of the presents I received for Christmas and my birthday.

First of all, I have become really somewhat anti-knick knacks. I don't have room for them anywhere, so I tried to make it clear that I really don't want stuff that I can just sit around somewhere. I don't care if it does have Alice in Wonderland or a leprechaun on it. Luckily my mom got the message and most of my presents were stuff I actually need and can use. However, that being said, I feel like most of my gifts have helped to marginalize my gender as that they mostly have to do with cooking/cleaning. I got a purple Dyson vacuum, a roll of quarters for the washer/dryer at my apartment complex, dryer balls, an olive oil mister, and silicon baking mat. Just to name a few.

Ok, so I have to talk about the Dyson. It is amazing! I put it together last night and have vacuumed 3 times since then. I love it that much! I'm probably the one woman in America who was super psyched to have gotten a vacuum for Christmas. My old vacuum was held together with duct tape. As I said to my mom, "It's like the Kitchenaid mixer of vacuums." I love it so much that I think my mixer is actually getting jealous. I got the "animal" vacuum because apparently my mom thinks I shed a lot. I do.

I also got gifted flights to the Marketing Summit. My dad made a really cute certificate which he presented inside a purse...I think most gift cards should be presented in purses. Ok, who am I kidding. My dad's secretary made a really cute certificate. I had hinted about a million times that all I wanted was a trip to the marketing summit for Christmas. I wasn't sure this would actually happen since my mom is very anti-gift cards, etc and into tangible wrappable items, but I guess packaging it inside a new purse which can then be wrapped alleviates some of that. I was worried because I REALLY want to go to the Marketing Summit and actually get to somewhat enjoy it this year, but I REALLY don't have the money to spend on a flight to Greensboro. Now I just have to convince Andy to let me crash at his place, and I'll be all set.

The other bestest present I got was onesie cheshire cat pajamas. I thought about posting a picture of myself wearing said pajamas, but I don't trust all of you not to pilfer it and post it on facebook. There is a picture floating around that my dad took though. My parents apparently bought these pajamas at Spencer's, which is hysterical in its own right. They're pink striped fleece, and have a tail, and a hood that has the cheshire cat face embroidered on it and ears. See picture here. That is such a lame looking girl wearing them in that picture. I mean I realize I'm probably that big of a loser when I'm wearing them, but I don't want to know I'm that big of a loser. Seriously, I can just tell she sucks at life. I would live in these pajamas if it was socially acceptable. I almost wore them to Christmas at my aunt's house.

I also got a lot of things that have to do with being frigid (gloves, hat, thermal underwear, etc.) and drinking (booze, a fantastic set of Hollywood casino wine glasses...thanks, Danielle). So I'm an alcoholic that lives somewhere really cold.

Ok, if you haven't figured it out, the lyrics were from Lady Gaga "Poker Face." Because seriously, how are you supposed to look on Christmas when you unwrap a roll of quarters? (Remember when I saw Lady Gaga open up for New Kids on the Block a couple of years ago and was like Who the F*** is this weirdo? And now she's like big and stuff. Go fig.)

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