So ... what did you get for Christmas?

As is the case every year, I'm sure there are many of us who woke up to open gifts that we didn't want/have no use for. I'm actually lucky this year and was the recipient of nice gifts! I don't have to do the sneaky thing and return any of them! Woohoo!

I'd be interested to see who got the best gift and who got the worst.

PS -- Watching your favorite NFL team win a thriller yesterday (hello lucky Broncos fans) or get pounded (Giants, anyone?) doesn't count as the worst.

 

I've gotten a sore back from being hunched over this morning wrapping presents. Procrastination rules!

 

A new pair of slippers from Rosebud, a new robe from the other teen Rose. Same color and neither knew what the other was getting me.

From Mr. Rosie? A pair of opal and diamond earrings.

He's the best! :-*

 

My life, oh how I love her, is the worst gift buyer on the planet. I hate to sound ungrateful, but she almost never gets me what I want.

This year, I bought her a bottle of Chanel No. 5, a pink iPod Nano, a new PS2 to replace one the kids broke, a $25 iTunes gift card and an inexpensive digital camera.

I sent to the mall with almost $400 and specific instructions to buy me things that I could enjoy and nothing related to work. I suggested a DV camcorder and an expensive electric razon to replace the one I've been using for almost seven years.

She got me a cheap electric razor that probably won't work any better than the one I have now and a cheap digital voice recorder, to use for work, along with an adapter for my cell phone that allows me to record interviews. Being the stingy, self-centered ass that I am, I smiled and thanked her and then googled the model numbers on the digital voice recorder and the razor to find out how much she spent on me. Not even $100. She sensed that I had checked and announced that she still had $100 remaining and that I could use it on whatever I wanted.

Really, I don't mean to be a grump. But it's like this every year. It sucks. Sure, I asked for a razor. But I don't have a single freakin' thing to play with right now. Nothing. She's hopping around the house listening to her iPod, and I'm looking at my razor and wondering whether I should shave.

 

I got four very happy children.

As Melissa said "I must have been very good."

Have an awesome day folks. Peace.

 

I got a bunch of Bears related items, some DVDs, a big movie poster, an Illini hoodie and a book I really wanted. I'm grateful for every gift. Oh, and money. A shitload of money, for some reason, from my mom.

 

Reason Why I Overachieved Spouse-wise, Chapter MCMLVII

John Entwistle's tour jacket from the 1980 Who tour.

 

I think you got the best present. Upon reflection (a warm shower aids this sort of introspection), this Christmas morning ranks high. I'll admit that I occasionally have spells when I long to be a kid again, I mean really wish that I didn't have all of the responsibilities of adulthood. After all, there is nothing like Christmas morning for a young boy or girl.

I realized, though, that my value now is as a provider. My wife called it her best Christmas ever, at least from a bounty perspective. And my two children are still bouncing off the walls. My son has so many new toys that he's completely focused on the task of preparing each race track, Lego set and suchs. It almost looks like unbearable work. I guess Idaho is on the money. A happy family probably is the best gift a guy could have. It's something that I take for granted too often, but not anymore. I think I grew a lot in the last few hours.

Please, though, for the love of mankind, let my wife just buy me a Bass Pro Shops gift certificate next year, or maybe a seasonal golf pass. Is it too much to ask for, Santa? Ya fat fucker. Bring the goods next time, or it's war.

 

I snagged a sweet Banana Republic messenger bag and a Dwight Schrute bobblehead.

Oh, and Mrs. Murci is cooking breakfast.

I win.

 

We got a house gift for each other this year: a whomping, big-ass high-def wide screen.
Top o the line. Didn't seem that big in the store, because it was a big store.
Eyes sore from watching

How we went all those years with the aging, wide, heavy Magnavox 27-incher, which was starting to cut off the top and bottom of the screen, I'll never know. Probably because we don't really care. But this thing is SWEEEEEEEEEEET.


The hubby scored major points with his friends because he has a wife who doesn't want jewelry, rather is pleased as punch to spend the Xmas budget on a tool with which to watch football where you can distinguish every blade of grass. He wins.

As for Heineken, if you have to give your wife the money to buy your gifts, and don't like what she comes up with (maybe she's putting the balance away in a secret wife kitty!), buy your own and make her wrap them. That way you'll get exactly what you want!

 

Best revenge would be to pretend you shaved using the new razor...and then kiss her inappropriately all day until she needs Cortaid to relieve the beard burn.

 

I got a few things off our wedding registry, the third book in a series I really like, some clothes, and my favorite perfume.

Doc couldn't mention earlier because he didn't know it yet, but I also made him breakfast this morning.