worst x-mas present ever recieved

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Perhaps you’d like the matching Canape Plate?

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OH OH OH! LOOK! Is that it, at the bottom?[/QUOTE]

Yup, that’s it. Sorry if I offend any Fitz and Floyd collectors but this “country chic” collection isn’t my style.

What I really mean is… the truth is I have no style.

But if I did, that would not be it.

jen-s - I just read your post. Sometimes I’m glad marriages break up - and your stepfather and his family sound like real winners. Good riddance. Same with the rest of y’all that got nasty or mean spirited gifts - my sympathies.

Worst non horsey gift that horrible singing rubber trout on a plaque, tried to throw it away but it went off as hubby was taking out the trash & since it was from his mommy he insisted we keep it an only put it out when she visits. I’d much rather wrap it up and give it to her for Xmas and say since you liked ours so much we thought you should have one too!

Worst horsey gift once again from mother in law, sigh, she took a men’s fruit of loom undershirt and sewed western theme material to it and glued a hideous horse type button in the middle of it, right between my breasts. My hubby wanted me to wear it when we see her to be nice but I can’t get myself to be that “nice”. I swear the woman hates me and our horsey lifestyle…

My mother got me a full set of luggage when I was a sophomore in high school. In all fairness I probably deserved to get shipped off somewhere that year.

Nancy

Oh wow. These are FABULOUS!

Here’s how it works in my family…which is very small BTW.

I go home (several states away, usually by plane). The day before Christmas, everyone gives me cash. I go shopping. I buy gifts TO everyone FROM everyone. Everyone is happy. This all came about because everyone was tired of getting crappy gifts and I (though I loathe shopping) am a fairly good shopper.

The fundamental problem here is that I get screwed. Every. Single. Year. Sometimes I get nothing at all. (which is okay. Money is tight, etc) Other times…I get things like this last gem from my grandmother:

Pink nightgown with picture of horse on it and matching stuffed horse toy.

I’m THIRTY YEARS OLD.

Bless her heart.

Mom usually gets me something horsey and practical…like new halters. Which I love. But I switched disciplines a few years ago (now do H/J) and mom keeps sending me stuff like cotton split reins (which are LOVELY in the winter BTW) but still…not something I am going to slap onto my English headstall.

And she always gets me a horsey calendar and usually a new pair of leather gloves, so that is nice.

This year though, since I was unsure of my plans, my family has been left to their own devices. I got a call from my brother last night asking me to please do some recon. He was convinced from mom’s clues that she had gotten he and his wife a “toy”. A private toy. His wife is of the evangelical and very religious persuasion and he was just sure mom had gotten something that would stroke his poor wife out. LOL JUST got off the phone w/ mom. She’s not sending a “private toy”…just for the record. But oh, the belly laughs.

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I love this thread I read it all over again for fun and out of boredom at work.

I don’t have many bad gifts but a year or two ago I got a gift from my aunt (my mom told her it would be a good idea) to get me a flashlight that sits on your head like a miner. :confused:They thought it would be good for when I walk out in the large fields to catch my horse. Well my large boarding farm does have lights and no matter what time of night I can easily find my horse and not to mention he is stalled at night in the winter.

It has stayed in my car trunk for years never used! I guess I am prepared in case I am ever in a cave in.:winkgrin:[/QUOTE]

Hey to each his/her own! LOL I got one of those for xmas last year and I love it! Need to look at a wound in a bad spot for barn lights to reach? Taking the string/netting off a round bale in the evening in winter? Brining the wheelbarrow out to the manure pile after dark? etc etc etc. I can think of a million uses.

Wow… some of these stories are great… my sides hurt from laughing so much…

Got an e-mail from hubby the other day… with a note attached… “I may not be the best gift giver, but at least I’m not this guy…” http://adage.com/brightcove/single.php?bcpid=1370868150&bctid=3130509001

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[QUOTE=Sakura;3729378]
Wow… some of these stories are great… my sides hurt from laughing so much…

Got an e-mail from hubby the other day… with a note attached… “I may not be the best gift giver, but at least I’m not this guy…” http://adage.com/brightcove/single.php?bcpid=1370868150&bctid=3130509001

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This is hilarious. I just forwarded this link to various friends and relatives.
BES

JenS, and the others who got terrible gifts as children: I’m so angry for you! What the HELL is with those people? That’s just cruel! A cruel prank is a cruel prank no matter who it’s played on, and it’s even worse for a child. On your first Christmas with them, too! :mad:

Also the poster whose mother took her warm coat away from her, leaving her the thin corduroy jacket: some mother! My heart goes out to you, too. That sort of thing stays with you always.

Kim

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The best thing I ever did to thwart bad gifts is to clearly state, “No carousel thingies” I restore carousels and when people see a carousel ornament, pillow, t shirt, ANYthing, they would buy it for me.
Well, as you might guess, none of these things even come close to the art of real carousels, they look weird & demented, some even have Asian eyes! So I just say to people, “I have the real thing and have no use for fake carousel stuff.” It worked well. (except that ugly rocking horse)[/QUOTE]

TikiSoo, have you worked on any of the carousels in the “Carousel Capital of the World”? I grew up in Binghamton, NY and have ridden all six of the carousels what must be zillions of times :winkgrin:

Such a funny thread!

I can’t think of any bad horsey gifts, oddly enough.

My favorite “what were you thinking?” gift:
My father’s midlife crisis turned him into a motorcycle man. He and his buddies went down to Daytona Bike Week last year and he came back with a t-shirt for me and one for my sister. We had to stifle our laughter because we didn’t have the heart to tell him that we wouldn’t wear a “babytee” (you know what I mean - the very teeny, fitted ones) with the word “Angel” on the front and huge, black, sparkly angel wings printed on the back :lol: It was very nice that he thought of us, but man it was funny.

What really frightens me is how much people are paying for these monstrosities! Good Lord! :eek:

Jens - there is a circle of Hell reserved for people as cruel as your ex stepfather and his family. I don’t have the words for how angry I am on your behalf! :mad: I hope that you have had many magical holidays since then - you certainly deserve them!

[QUOTE=Sakura;3729378]
Wow… some of these stories are great… my sides hurt from laughing so much…

Got an e-mail from hubby the other day… with a note attached… “I may not be the best gift giver, but at least I’m not this guy…” http://adage.com/brightcove/single.php?bcpid=1370868150&bctid=3130509001

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A few years ago, my mom went out on either Christmas Eve or the day before to buy a new vacuum, as she was cleaning the house and the old one had totally bitten the dust (and with 5 or 6 cats and 2 dogs, we NEED a vacuum). The man at the vacuum store said that he refuses to sell a vacuum to a man on Christmas Eve, because he doesn’t want to get in trouble the day after Christmas :lol:.

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A few years ago, my mom went out on either Christmas Eve or the day before to buy a new vacuum, as she was cleaning the house and the old one had totally bitten the dust (and with 5 or 6 cats and 2 dogs, we NEED a vacuum). The man at the vacuum store said that he refuses to sell a vacuum to a man on Christmas Eve, because he doesn’t want to get in trouble the day after Christmas :lol:.[/QUOTE]

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Smart guy!

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TikiSoo, have you worked on any of the carousels in the “Carousel Capital of the World”?[/QUOTE]

Yes, I’m just finishing up the last 5 horses for Empty-cott.
Like many other “horsey” kids, I grew up riding carousels dreaming of my own horse. I currently have some Highland Park and some Glendale Park on my webpage. I’m sure it’ll bring back memories for you:
http://home.earthlink.net/~streamliner/

[QUOTE=TikiSoo;3730447]
Yes, I’m just finishing up the last 5 horses for Empty-cott.
Like many other “horsey” kids, I grew up riding carousels dreaming of my own horse. I currently have some Highland Park and some Glendale Park on my webpage. I’m sure it’ll bring back memories for you:
http://home.earthlink.net/~streamliner/[/QUOTE]

I’m about 15 miles from Empy-cott :lol:

I think I photographed some of your finished horses this summer to paint this winter for my series “Painted Hope”. :slight_smile:

Now that’s just wrong! Oy vey! :no:

I was about 13 or 14 and in that awkward tweener stage. You know the time when you just CAN"T go to school if your hair doesn’t work that day?!?
Well, our freezer had gone on the fritz, and in a moment of engineering brilliance, my father, realizing that the freezer was iced over, grabbed my hairdryer and turned it on high and shut it in the freezer. You can guess what happened…hairdryer dead. My parents seemed in no hurry to buy me a new one and when Christmas came I had a stocking filled with the usual crap and a box. Want to take a guess what was in the box? Yup, a new hairdryer. And the best part was that they just couldn’t understand why I was angry (ok, more like teenage tantrum). They really didn’t get that they owed me one already for the one that they had broken and that this isn’t really a “gift”.

My mother remains the world’s worst gifter. My dad at least slips me some cash, but my mother continues on with her garage-saling flea-market gifting. This year, for his 6th Birthday, she gave my son a teddy bear that had been mine as a child that I left at home when I moved out. :frowning:

My husband is usually the brunt of her “collections”. She really believes that he needs a “hobby” and that he should “collect something”. As an engineer, he has no desire to collect anything but tools. Last year he got a big box from her. Excited (thinking that he finally got a tool) he tore into it only to find a stack (and I mean huge) of calenders - dating from 1980-present. Yes, used calenders. She thought that he could collect them. In his stocking were 2 rubber giraffes. Like two feet tall each. He is 41. :eek:

TikiSoo - you do beautiful work!!! It definitely brought back memories to look at your photos :slight_smile:

Not a Christmas present… but my high school graduation gift. From my Dad and Step-Mom (whom I lived with).

A watch and… a suitcase. Hmmmmm… I think I get the point. TIME TO LEAVE!!! Gee thanks!

It was a nice watch and suitcase. Just not what I was expecting.

For college graduation they did better. A “boom box” with a CD player (1992) so awhile back before they were popular. :wink:

I, too, always begged for a pony/horse for Christmas when I was young. Never happened. But DH helped make that wish come true the X-Mas of 2005. Of course, he didn’t by Mr. Stitch sight unseen nor w/o my approval. But after all the haggling was done, he paid for 1/2 of him. He always says he gets the back 1/2. :smiley: Stitch’s arrival was the surprise. Since I bought him on the 22nd of Dec., I figured I’d have to wait until after the first of the year to get him shipped down. Ex-trainer and hubby schemed and got him delivered the next day (X-Mas eve) and surprised me at the barn on X-Mas day. That was a GOOD day.

That is soooooo cool. Looks like a very fun job to have!