I’ve always been a pie-in-the-sky kinda girl. This is fantastic when you’re entertaining children, but vastly irritating when it comes to buying gifts.
Ask me what I want and I’m likely to respond, “I want Glenn Beck to just go away.” And while that gift would be fabulous, it’s kind of hard to obtain and somewhat impractical.
I realize this and that’s why I divide my wishlist into two separate categories:
Uhhhh, Yeah. Keep Dreaming, Kid and Mmmm. OK. We Might Be Able To Handle That.
One fanciful, one a little more realistic but both guaranteed to make this girl smile.
Keep Dreaming, Kid:
– The couch of my dreams – Macy’s Cabo Sectional. You know, the one I had an opportunity to buy this summer but didn’t and then, discovered the model was being discontinued. That couch.
– A house in which to place aforementioned couch. Preferably a sunny one with wooden floors, a media room, bookshelves built into the walls, lots of photographs, an avocado tree in the back yard and a big-ass kitchen with an island in the middle.
– Martha Stewart’s crafting abilities, Nigella Lawson’s culinary skills, Nicole Richie’s sense of style and Jonathan Adler’s eye for interior design.
– A Delorean complete with functioning Flux Capacitor so I could travel back in time and see the following acts live:
Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band on the last night of their 2001 Madison Square Garden show.
Led Zeppelin at MSG in 1973 (The Song Remains The Same shows).
The first night of Rolling Stones Licks tour at Wembley Stadium in 2003.
Stevie Ray Vaughan at Alpine Valley in 1990. I would tell him not to get on the helicopter. Of course, this would alter the course of future history and might create a time paradox, the results of which could cause a chain reaction that would unravel the very fabric of the space time continuum and destroy the entire universe! BUT, that’s a worse case scenario and the destruction might in fact be very localized, limited to merely our own galaxy, so you know — totally worth it.
– Ron Livingston. Preferably, Ron Livingston to show up on Christmas morning wearing plaid pajama pants, holding a giant Illy iced coffee and a book of Bukowski poems (read For Jane and Barfly. Neruda’s words may have been prettier but Bukowski’s words mean far more).
Yeah. Best Christmas present ever.
Mmmmm. OK. We Might Be Able To Handle That.
– I saw this shirt on Kori’s blog and basically decided that I. Must. Own. This.
– A BPA-free iced coffee tumbler.
– Alphabet rings — a D, a J and a heart.
– Marzipan because it is delicious and often formed into adorable shapes.
So, Santa — how about hooking me up? I’ve been relatively good this year and if anyone deserves an awesome couch, marzipan fruit or quality time with a really, really good-looking guy? It’s this girl right here.
Too Sweet For Rock & Roll 