Bigfoot Collectibles For the Bigfoot/Sasquatch Enthusiast

Did I mention I was married to a Bigfoot enthusiast? Ok, well I won't bore you with the details again. The holidays were creeping up, which meant it was time to dust of the checkbook and go in search for the ultimate unusual gift for my big guy. Since I had my head buried in an intriguing hub or two, I pretty much fell behind in the latest and greatest gift the shelves had to offer.

I wasn't sure where to start or what it was that I should buy. The choices were enless and so was my list. Now, time was pressing and I needed to get to work.

I was stumped as to whether I should go with the perfect gag gift, or something more practical. Ideas swirled about my head as the first product to my show case was a collector card representing a Sasquatch ID. What an impressive gift to whip out in front of his friends! Ok, maybe not...he didn't seem as impressed when I shot the idea out over my shoulder while pretending to surf the net. Good thing I didn't tell him he could show his impressive skills off with a Doctorate Certificate in majoring in the study of Bigfoot. (I couldn't help but be impressed by it.)

I stumbled across the plush toys, in my surfing, that looked so soft and furry. It is almost like having the real thing...minus the smell... I thought...but I knew that there was no way my big boy would be interested in something like that. I did however have certain nephews and nieces that would love to snuggle with these little monsters, so I made a separate list of what plush would be perfect for my little crew. (I could see certain little human monsters using the feet pillows to bash each other in pillow fights. Hmm, I wonder what my sisters would think?” Oops, I was getting off track here.

Sasquatch signs! How impressive! I was able to knock out six people on my Christmas list with these fancy little suckers. My little pee brain was now drooling with ideas for gag gifts for my family and friends. What a nifty way to advertize to the neighbors that we were Bigfoot fans. Since one of my sisters lived in the country, I considered the idea that she might like a sign saying “Sasquatch Street”. It would be perfect for her family.

It was time to purchase one for my family. Here was a gift I couldn't pass up. Mr. P. may not be impressed with having a sign, but I wanted one. Hey, I had the checkbook...what harm would it be?

Just as I was about to hit the order key, in walks my son. I have been busted.

“What are you doing, Mom?” He asks rubbing my shoulders and looking at my computer screen.

“Shopping for your dad.” I told him.

He just had to burst my bubble.

“Those are so gay!”

This comment would naturally bring Mr. P. out of his computer coma to see what we were discussing. (He was catching up on the latest gossip in the BF forums.)

“What is gay?” Mr. P. asked us.

“These signs I was looking at.” I told him. I shot my son a fierce glare as he sheepishly smiled and wandered off into the TV room.

Mr. P. hovered over my shoulder to see what signs I was talking about. Then he points and said “I like that one.”

Just like that he was back to his computer coma.

That answered that question...Sasquatch Street it is...

Of course, wouldn't want to add an action hero of Bigfoot or Sasquatch to their play toys? I was certain there were some big boys in my family that would drool to have a Marvel collection of the Bigfoot/Sasquatch action figures. (I have laughed myself into tears to watch a grown man use his child as an excuse to play with these funky little action figures.) It was kind of like telling one's son that GI Joe is not an extension of Barbie and does not fall under the doll scenario. I have to admit though, if I was given a choice, I would be stuck between Bigfoot Action Figure and the Big Foot- Cryptozoology. On second thought, I am cheep and would never dream of spending $99.99 on a plastic toy, no matter how authentic it looked. I know, I know, it is for looks not to play with...but leave it to one of my monsters to see it sitting on my self. In the next heartbeat, I would be seeing the wrapper on the floor and some toy possessed children fighting over it. I love my nephews and nieces, but hey, I'm cheep!

I can't help it.

This shopping trip was going to require more brain cells...

Hmm...Bigfoot Chasing Shadows ...now that sounded like something my kids would be interested in. Nothing like a video game to send them into an instant coma. I wouldn't see them for hours, maybe even days. Since I had a houseful of computer nerds, I knew that my son would love to add the designer skins to his computer and X-box 360.

Now how do I discretely ask Mr. P. if he would be interested in some skins?...maybe over a box of Cheerios or while he is playing some computer game?

I had to give myself a smack in the head. Of course, I could get him the game Bigfoot Chasing Shadows. I figured since he likes games that maybe this would smack his fancy. There was a slim possibility that he wouldn't like it and then I would be stuck at square one again. This was giving me brain damage. I am beginning to hate shopping. Who said men were suppose to be easy to shop for?

My brain was screaming for a cup of coffee, while my stomach was protesting that it hadn't been fed in four hours. What is a girl suppose to do?

I was about to scrap the idea of finding a gift for Mr. P., when the Christmas ornament caught my eye. I am a sucker for unusual ornaments, here was the perfect one for my collection. Um, where did that list go again?...I want to remember to purchase this one.

Oh, here is my list under my coffee cup. Now that I think about it, this would make the perfect stocking stuffer for some of the other members of my family. Hmm, I wonder how many I will need? Do I want to give one of these to my nieces and nephews? I have always loved to find unusual ornaments to give them in the past. I will have to come back to that later.

I now had two gifts for my big boy, so I decided I would shop around for something that would be fun for me. I wanted to add to my garden collection of statues, so I tapped it into my search engine. Up popped some interesting choices. I liked the ones that hung from a tree. (I could have so much fun freaking out my little crew if I hung one of those outside my window.) In the end, I picked the Garden Yeti. I thought it would be the perfect fit with my rock waterfall. Wow, my shopping was nearly done and I hadn't left my computer chair yet. Boy, was I wore out.

I jotted down on my list a statue for my mother. In all the excitement of shopping, I just about forgot about a gift for her for Christmas. Where did I put that list again? Time for another dose of memory pills.

I was just about to wrap up my order when I decided that I wanted to find some gag gifts for my brother. The coffee cup was nice, but not him. He doesn't spend much time on the computer so a mouse pad was a waste.

Suddenly, there it was just screaming at me...a shot glass and a Sasquatch t-shirt with its own poop in the bag. Too bad they didn't have fake hair or the smell of Sasquatch in a bottle. I could have fun with that. I quickly ordered my products and escaped the fines of my computer before I found anything else I thought I might need. I can only imagine what it will be like when I go shopping in the movies and book sections. I'll have to save that for another day...