Before our marriage, my then-fiance and I went to several stores, painstakingly registering for wedding gifts. It took us almost an entire day and much effort was spent picking items in every price range that would (a) express our love for one another and (b) be reflective of our (my) style. Picture us walking around Macy’s for hours on end with a heavy price-gun looking piece of machinery agonizing over whether we wanted the blue tea kettle or the green tea kettle. Even more taxing was my effort to keep Alan’s -well we’ll just say- interesting taste off the registry.
Now, to put the amount of effort I just described into context, you have to realize that I put almost no work into the planning of my wedding. It is hardly an exaggeration to say that my showing up to the ceremony fully dressed was the most amount of labor I had put forth towards the entire event. It wasn’t that I was not excited to be getting married, I’m simply suffering from the incurable disease of laziness.
Now, let’s fast forward a few months to the days following the wedding. Picture Alan and I sit together on the floor of our new living room teeming with anticipation. As we opened our gifts, we were excited and very thankful to see that many of the staple gifts we had registered for were present (think plates, silverware and glasses). Some of our friends had given us funny and inventive gifts and others gave us unique and sometimes handmade gifts that, although we had not registered for them, were perfect none the less. And then, oh and then, there were … the crock pots.
Apparently, some of our lovely and valued guests had decided to wing the gift giving process and my husband and I were the proud owners of four new crock-pots all different shapes and sizes and for various reasons, none of them were returnable so it looked as if we were stuck with them.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am many things, but Betty Crocker is not one of them. As someone eloquently once said, “that woman could burn water.” So to suddenly find myself with four crock-pots was quite startling – the fact that four different people thought that I would have the ability to use such an item was astonishing in and of itself. It is true that I had registered for a crock-pot, but only because I had seen a shiny new one at a friend’s house and thought it looked cool. Perhaps I could display mine as a cute decorating item, I had naively thought to myself. To be very honest, and I know you won’t share this my dear reader, I don’t even know how or when one would use crock-pots.
Now, please don’t think that I am ungrateful for any gift that I have ever received – I truly am not; I had simply been laboring under the impression that our excruciating experience in the registry department was so we could avoid such a four-crock-pot situation.
However, all sorrows do indeed turn to joys! For tonight I am going to have the pleasure of living out the axiom “it is better to give then to receive.” Tonight, oh tonight, good ol’ Courtney will be receiving a shiny new crock-pot. I don’t think Courtney knows how to use the cooking aid either, but too bad – she’s getting it. And I have learned to be truly grateful for my redundant-gift-giving relatives and friends, for they have given me gifts that will keep on giving.