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Happy Birthday jigg!

There must be something discomforting about the tens digit in your age changing on your 30th birthday.  Psychologically, it’s as if you’ve aged a decade on that day even though it’s pretty much the same as going from 28 to 29.  At least that’s how I think it’d feel, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering jigg much.

For his 30th birthday, I got him a bunch of pocket squares because he wants to “bring it back.” I actually gave it to him early because I just can’t keep it a secret.

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Christmas 2010

jigg and I set the cap for our Christmas presents this year at $50.  Through my awesome ability to hunt for bargains, I managed to get TWO gifts within budget with change to spare.  I got jigg a pair of leather gloves, because he often has to carry groceries home in the cold and a money clip, because he recently lost his old one.

Calvin Klein Leather Gloves

Engraved Money Clip

The “Holey” Shirt

jigg has this old beaten up t-shirt that could easily mistaken for a rag: it has yellowed, acquired unidentifiable stains, and bore holes of various sizes all over.  Consequently, it has been dubbed the “holey” shirt.

The Holey Shirt

I have requested on multiple occasions to throw the shirt away but my husband adamantly refuses and claims that the shirt has too much sentimental value.

The last person who remotely tried to throw away the holey shirt was his mother [who did actually mistaken it for a rag].  She used it to wipe the floor and tossed it out after she was done.  When jigg found out, he gave her the silent treatment for three days after saving the shirt from the trash.

After hearing this story, I have come to terms with this shirt remaining in his closet. I, however, do not understand his need to wear it…which he does occasionally.  Doesn’t that kind of goes against the whole purpose of preserving it?

I noticed that many guys love wearing old, worn-out t-shirts (also to the dismay of their significant others).  I wonder what is it about holes, stains, coloring, and rips that make the shirt so attractive?

Art and Women

Karen and I went to the MET about two weeks ago.  It was a much anticipated trip, for both of us enjoyed art immensely–or so I thought.  I know a bit about art history while Karen knows more about technique and movements.  You would think that it’s quite a good balance for discussions, but going to the museum has taught me more about relationships than any other date.

I always knew that women often contradict themselves in regards to what they like; they say they hate anything with the color red, but would find something red and tell you they love it. Karen is that person.  She tells me she likes vibrant colors and hates dark, dull colors, which pretty much dismisses like 70% of the paintings and vases in the entire museum since most of the pieces are old and color has faded.  Then she says she has a real dislike for religious art, which implies about 80% of the entire museum’s collection since most art historically has something to do with religion.  Then she expresses she has little interest in Asian art, which means 40% of the pieces do not interest her.  She then expresses that she only likes sculptures that show entire bodies and is not interested in portraits where they only show the shoulder and head.  The only place where any of these criterias would be fullfilled, would be in the Modern Arts section, but even then, most of the pieces there didn’t interest her since she couldn’t understand it.

Since I’ve been to the MET numerous times, this was just a place to take Karen that she really likes.  Karen generally doesn’t like art created by other people.  She only prefers to see things so she would know what she doesn’t like and maybe inspired to create something she likes.  She loves art as an idea, but not much more.  When asked if she would buy a Picasso or a Van Gogh for three month’s pay, she said no without hesitation.  At the time of her response, I was surprised, but I understand now.  She expressed that if she had a home, she wouldn’t put up work by other people and only her own.  Sounds narcissist, but she doesn’t think so.

With her dislikes in mind, we completely skipped all the Egyptian art, flew through my favorite section, which were the European Paintings, didn’t really stop to look at pieces from the Tang Dynasty (probably one of the most art riched dynasties in China) and skipped over the American pieces. Most of our time was spent admiring the sculptures in one of the courtyards, the weapons and armory exhibits, the modern art section, Greek and Roman section and the replication of the Chinese Scholar’s Garden.

Scholar's Garden

Scholar's Garden

Mermaid Statue

After about four hours, we were finished and left.  I guess it was enough for the both of us since there wasn’t much she wanted to see and I no longer wanted to be annoyed by her lack of enthusiasm for beautiful paintings and pottery that’s over a thousand years old.

Back to my original point, what bothered me most was whenever she liked something, it was against all her previous claims she hated.  In hindsight, the biggest lesson of all is that it’s a waste of time to try and figure Karen out.  There’s no pattern and the only way I would know if she likes something is to ask.  Ultimately, it’s about how something makes her feel and we both know that the same thing can make women feel two different things at two different times.

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