Sunday, April 16, 2006

resurrection bling



When my sister visited, she bought Harvard shirts for both parents, all siblings, and some other relatives, as opposed to me who has never bought anyone any Harvard anything. I did, when we were in the store, decided to buy a Harvard sweatshirt for myself, although it ended up getting mixed up with the rest of my sister's Harvard haul and thus went back to Iowa. My mother mailed it to me, and also included some Easter gifts! I've been using the boxing reindeer pen to fight various inanimate objects around my apartment. It just completely walloped my prized green-ghoul tape dispenser:

9 comments:

Rhymes With Scrabble said...

I bet my little guy in a bear costume who dances when you yell at him (and who has, for some inscrutable reason, an attachment that allows you to mount him on a bottled beverage) could take your boxing reindeer.

jeremy said...

I don't know. I'm not one who is much for profanity, esp. here on my blog, but this reindeer kicks ass. It may be my favorite Easter present ever.

Anonymous said...

Why do you have a Dallas Stars hockey puck on your desk. Are you a fan?

jeremy said...

I've had that puck since they were the Minnesota North Stars. It's invested with sentimentality, at least enough that it's come along with every move I've made since college.

Anonymous said...

Praise Jemoose, he is risen.

carly said...

I think your mom and my mom must be kindred spirits. A selection of things my mom has sent in the mail over the last year:

fighting robot pens (similar to your reindeer), a pig-slinger (to match the ninja slinger she gave us for christmas), several rubber duckies, and more....

Maybe it's just that our moms know us so well? ;-)

Rhymes With Scrabble said...

My mother frequently sends me articles of clothing that a) I have not worn since 7th grade, b) I purposely left in a box in the back of the closet at her house, or c) were not even actually ever mine. Once, my father came up to visit me and instead of bringing any of the four or five items I'd requested from their home, he brought a glass punch bowl that my mother was sure I needed and Santa Kong, a tattered stuffed primate in a Santa hat. "I remember when I came home once when you were three," he reminisced fondly, "and you were sitting in the bathroom dipping Santa Kong in and out of the toilet by his hat." Great, Dad. Thanks.

But they do also send me fun stuff.

Anonymous said...

'da starsssssss

jlp said...

Wait a minute--
was your mother also hit by a hockey puck, while she was pregnant with you?!