See, I told you I'd write more.
Yesterday my little sister called me from the Mall where she was wondering aimlessly looking for the perfect gift for her boyfriend and coming up empty. We spent the next several minutes discussing why guys are so hard to shop for. I got lucky this year in that I don't have to worry about Andrew's gift since the little Finnster (our puppy, if you didn't read my previous post) is our Christmas gift to each other. (And he truly is the gift that keeps on giving...and costing.)
After I'd hung up the phone, telling her I'd call her back if I had any sudden guy-gift revelations, I tried to think of what WOULD be the perfect gift for Andrew if I were getting him something this year. And I realized I can't get him the perfect gift because, well, it hasn't been invented yet.
Here are some ideas of what still needs to be invented as gifts for guys:
1. The make-shopping-bearable gift. I don't know what it would be, but SOMETHING that would make shopping bearable, or even enjoyable, for guys. Andrew, and 99% of all other guys I know, HATES shopping. It's like as soon as we step into the Mall, he deflates a little and is suddenly overcome by exhaustion, depression and anxiety. There just needs to be some kind of gadget, gizmo or pill that would make that whole shopping experience a good one. (Because every guys ends up at the Mall with their woman at some point, right?)
2. The clothes-matcher. The day I saw Andrew wearing a gray T-shirt with the most un-matching shade of khaki cargo shorts, I knew I was going to have to intervene. As I always tell him, he's my biggest accessory, so he needs to look good. And he does LIKE to look good, he just hasn't fully mastered color and style combinations. So, there needs to be something to do this for him, and for other guys in the same boat. I'm envisioning a sort of camera that scans the outfit and then says in an electronic voice, "Great job!" if it matches, and "Those brown shoes don't go with those black pants," if it doesn't.
3. The girl-mind-reader. Self-explanitory. Enough said.
4. Vegetable-"candy". Andrew is like a little kid when it comes to most vegetables. It takes bribes, threats, or hiding them in other food to get him to eat them. There needs to be some sort of spray or something that you can just spray over vegies that makes them taste like chocolate or bacon or something, but doesn't take away any of the nutrients or add any calories. Yeah, this would be a good gift for girls too.
5. The no-videogames-mind-warp. Yes, this would be more of a gift for me (and many other girls I know.) They need to invent something, ANYTHING, that would make playing videogames for hour after hour seem a whole lot less appealing.
Ok, if anyone ever invents any of these things, please alert me immediately. Thank you.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Finnster
Ok, so once again, it has taken me months to update (I'll start doing better, I swear!), but I blame it on becoming a new mom.....to a puppy. The most ADORABLE little French Bulldog puppy in the entire universe and beyond named Finn.
On November 10th, Andrew and I picked him up at the airport (where he flew in from Illinois) and I held the tiny little sucker for the first time. We bonded immediately (I've always kind of wondered if the brown furry coat I was wearing that day had anything to do with it; maybe he thought I was his real mom) and he fell asleep on my lap for the drive home. He's been following me around ever since. He LOVES to be held. I've almost completely mastered putting on makeup and getting dressed with one hand while holding him in the other. He still cries when I don't let him in the shower with me. He's Definately a mama's boy. NOT that I am complaining. While it can be un-handy sometimes, I know I will be devastated if he ever grows out of it.
And he IS growing. He was less than 3 pounds when we got him and as of his vet visit today, he is now 6.4. He's laid-back, sweet, and the goofiest dog I've ever seen. It's like he TRIES to make us laugh. And he's got my smile.
I think having a puppy is the best practice for having a kid as you can get..without actually having a kid. He takes a lot of time and energy and maintenance (and money) and I have to plan my life around him. As my friend Tammy said, it's all the responsibility of having a kid without the possibility of causing psycological damage. He's totally worth all of it of course, but at the same time, has shown me once again that I am still NOT ready for kids. Not even close.
Case in point, this morning I was feeling incredibly proud of myself for getting Finn to the vet (clean and on time) all by myself. Then my friend Rachel came to visit toting her THREE kids along all by HERself. A 2 year old and twin babies. I have no idea how she does it. Kudos to Rach and all you other supermoms out there. You truly have my utmost admiration.
On November 10th, Andrew and I picked him up at the airport (where he flew in from Illinois) and I held the tiny little sucker for the first time. We bonded immediately (I've always kind of wondered if the brown furry coat I was wearing that day had anything to do with it; maybe he thought I was his real mom) and he fell asleep on my lap for the drive home. He's been following me around ever since. He LOVES to be held. I've almost completely mastered putting on makeup and getting dressed with one hand while holding him in the other. He still cries when I don't let him in the shower with me. He's Definately a mama's boy. NOT that I am complaining. While it can be un-handy sometimes, I know I will be devastated if he ever grows out of it.
And he IS growing. He was less than 3 pounds when we got him and as of his vet visit today, he is now 6.4. He's laid-back, sweet, and the goofiest dog I've ever seen. It's like he TRIES to make us laugh. And he's got my smile.
I think having a puppy is the best practice for having a kid as you can get..without actually having a kid. He takes a lot of time and energy and maintenance (and money) and I have to plan my life around him. As my friend Tammy said, it's all the responsibility of having a kid without the possibility of causing psycological damage. He's totally worth all of it of course, but at the same time, has shown me once again that I am still NOT ready for kids. Not even close.
Case in point, this morning I was feeling incredibly proud of myself for getting Finn to the vet (clean and on time) all by myself. Then my friend Rachel came to visit toting her THREE kids along all by HERself. A 2 year old and twin babies. I have no idea how she does it. Kudos to Rach and all you other supermoms out there. You truly have my utmost admiration.
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