I’m not a big fan of cards. In fact, on most holidays and birthdays you’ll find me scrambling to throw together some sort of makeshift homemade card-like thing. And not because it’s more personal or from the heart… simply because it didn’t occur to me to buy a card ahead of time. My Grandmothers, on the other hand, love cards. Hubs and I as well as our kids get cards for everything from those two. The big events are covered: Christmas, Easter, Birthdays. But that’s just the beginning. We get cards for Halloween, Thanksgiving, Fourth of July, back to school, Valentine’s Day. It’s sweet and cute and usually includes a check or a few bucks for the boys. It’s pretty awesome. They each made $30 for Thanksgiving for simply being a live. Not a bad deal. I think my Grandmothers are single-handedly supporting Hallmark and quite possibly the only 2 people alive who still write checks.
My brother and his family are also into cards. They do both store bought and homemade ones. But more than just the cards, his family writes extremely heartfelt messages. And I’m not talkin’ ’bout a generic “Happy Birthday! Love your brother, sister, niece and nephew” written by Mom. Each member of their family writes a special note to you. It’s actually quite sweet. They write something they love and enjoy about you (“your sense of humor makes life so fun”), something they’re looking forward to (“I can’t wait to share many, many more birthdays together.”), and how much they love you (“You’re the best aunt and I love you very much.”). It’s pretty cool, actually. I can’t help but smile whenever I get one. And feel like crap because I have some lame one to give them. Typically one where I have signed every one’s name because I didn’t get organized early enough to have everyone sign their own name.
Lack of organizational skills is not the only reason I don’t do cards. First, I think I am missing the Sentimentality Gene because although I love reading sweet sentiments, when I’m done, I can not think of anything to do with the card itself. I feel bad throwing something so sweet and personal away. It’s like throwing away some one’s feelings. So I used to save them in a drawer. Eventually I ended up with a drawer full of cards I never read again and I really needed the storage space. Second, I’m definitely rocking some OCD issues and having unused, untouched cards filling space sent me into a tiny tizzy. I never could figure out how to organize them- casually toss them in with no rhyme or reason? Arranged by date, sender, event? Too much to think about. I know lots of people save them. The aforementioned Grandmothers? I think they’ve saved every card ever given to them in their 92 years. As one of the people who will one day “sort their affairs” I’m not looking forward to finding where they’ve hidden those little treasures. And lastly, I’m no Green Girl Extraordinaire, but I feel like cards are an environmental tragedy. Most people just read them then toss them in the trash- I feel a bit guilty about that. Don’t worry, I don’t get me either.
So we’ve established that I am anti-card. Brother and Sis and law, et al are pro-card. And The Grandmothers have stock in Hallmark. It seems I am in the minority. This is further solidified by the fact that Hubs LOVES cards. If you haven’t met my husband or spent time with him when he’s in “one of his moods” you are not aware of the fact that Hubs is one of the funniest people on the planet. His dry humor and quick wit has kept me in stitches a good portion of our marriage- when I’m not picking up his wet towels, of course. And although Hubs was short-changed in the Sentimentality Department much like I was, he went through the Sense of Humor Line twice. And that humor manifests itself in funny cards quite often. The guy can spend hours in the card aisle howling at a good cartoon or funny joke. He doesn’t often buy them, and due to the whole “lack of sentimentality thing” when he does, he doesn’t write much in them, but he certainly gets people rolling.
See Exhibit A:
I found these on one of my favorite (and mildly, Ok severely, inappropriate) websites: Twitarded…
I’ve never been happier that I hate egg nog.
Happy New Year to you all.
I many not be very sentimental, but I love a good laugh…
That’s just my normal.