Tacky calendars and the lump of coal I deserve.

Every year at Christmas time someone sends me a calendar for the new year. Every year it is a very practical gift. Every year it comes from a different person. I am really grateful that someone took the time to get me a gift. I also wonder if they were just getting me a gift to get me a gift. I don't want to be that person that falls under the category of you Great Aunt Olga twice removed, when it comes to gift buying. If you don't have a good idea what to get me, send me a card. Don't send me a calendar from the Dollar Store please.

In the past few years I received numerous cat calendars. They are oh so cute and cuddly, but not something 27 year Nina would want to hang up. Now that calendar given to 12 year old Nina would of been great. The year after I graduated a Le Cordon Bleu Culinary School, I received Betty Crocker's helpful hints desk calendar. You can see the problem here. Prior to this I received one of those uplifting, motivational calendars. You know the ones that say stuff like , "There is no I in team", "Success is a state of mind" and other crap like that. For Pete's sake, if you know me at all you know I wouldn't enjoy one moment of this calendar (except perhaps when I burn it).

After our ordeal with all the calendars Michael and I thought we would put the kind of calendars we would enjoy on our Amazon Wish List. This calendar is our favorite motivational one. A few years back we didn't get a calendar and in our mad scramble for one we found this gem. Right now in our library, because Michael is the shit, we have a Boys of Summer calendar hanging. In case you didn't get a good enough look. I'll post a few pictures. I also want to note I am not objectifying these men, well maybe one of them. Ehmmm.. Anyway I am a big baseball fanatic, love a good laugh, and like unique calendars. So please, no more kitties..... and I'm sorry I'm an ungrateful bitch. I'll expect coal again.