The hubs has been harassing me about Christmas. Specifically, he wants to know what I want for Christmas. Seems like an easy list to make, right?
Not for me.
I only have a couple of hobbies, and both are completely supplied. I have no needs for any equipment.
I don't need anymore shoes. I am a complete shoe whore and can't even wear all the ones I own anyway.
Clothes are too personal for me to let someone else buy.
I'd rather not open a box on Christmas only to find slutty pajamas tucked inside.
I'm kind of a practical person in a lot of ways. I don't see the need for something if I'm never going to use it or if it will be in the way.
I've mentioned getting a MacBook to the hubs a few times, but it was really more of a....Hey, it would be kind of neat to have one. BUT, I don't need one; therefore, I don't see any reason to ask for it or buy it.
I am someone who focuses more on needs than wants. It's just the way I am.
I have everything I could have ever wanted from life. I have a husband who "adores" me. I have three beautiful, healthy children. I have a roof over my head. I have a vehicle to drive. I have a dream job for a part time working mother. I have slowly but surely eliminated all drama causing individuals from my life.
My other wants are small. We're talking really unimportant stuff here people. I want to not have to unload the dishwasher everyday. I want to know that there is always a source of caffeine in my refrigerator. I want chocolate to magically contain zero fat or calories. I want the Nobel Committee to change the rules and be able to give Gandhi a posthumous award. I also wish the committee would take Obama's prize away. I want to be able to have a glass of wine with lunch; we all know this will never happen because I have the tolerance of an infant. Speaking of wine, I wish there was running wine...just like running water...it'd be the really good wine. I want to see Old Faithful. I want to live without looking over my shoulder. I want to love and be loved. I want my children to like me when they're grown. I want to learn to be completely selfless; I feel guilty for thinking about me and mine all the time.
Not for me.
I only have a couple of hobbies, and both are completely supplied. I have no needs for any equipment.
I don't need anymore shoes. I am a complete shoe whore and can't even wear all the ones I own anyway.
Clothes are too personal for me to let someone else buy.
I'd rather not open a box on Christmas only to find slutty pajamas tucked inside.
I'm kind of a practical person in a lot of ways. I don't see the need for something if I'm never going to use it or if it will be in the way.
I've mentioned getting a MacBook to the hubs a few times, but it was really more of a....Hey, it would be kind of neat to have one. BUT, I don't need one; therefore, I don't see any reason to ask for it or buy it.
I am someone who focuses more on needs than wants. It's just the way I am.
I have everything I could have ever wanted from life. I have a husband who "adores" me. I have three beautiful, healthy children. I have a roof over my head. I have a vehicle to drive. I have a dream job for a part time working mother. I have slowly but surely eliminated all drama causing individuals from my life.
My other wants are small. We're talking really unimportant stuff here people. I want to not have to unload the dishwasher everyday. I want to know that there is always a source of caffeine in my refrigerator. I want chocolate to magically contain zero fat or calories. I want the Nobel Committee to change the rules and be able to give Gandhi a posthumous award. I also wish the committee would take Obama's prize away. I want to be able to have a glass of wine with lunch; we all know this will never happen because I have the tolerance of an infant. Speaking of wine, I wish there was running wine...just like running water...it'd be the really good wine. I want to see Old Faithful. I want to live without looking over my shoulder. I want to love and be loved. I want my children to like me when they're grown. I want to learn to be completely selfless; I feel guilty for thinking about me and mine all the time.
Wouldn't it be nice if these barrels were full??
Maybe I should work on my Christmas list a little more.