worst x-mas present ever recieved

[AppendixQHLover]

I swear every Christmas the inlaws give me gifts that are SO not me.

I spend a lot of time looking for the perfect gift for everyone. The kids get 25.00 visa gift cards because they are teenagers…and the adults get 50.00 gift cards for restarants. This year I got the women longenburger stuff. They all went nuts for it.

What did we get…set of dish towels and a soap dispenser that is Christmas themed. MIL did get me a gift card for 25.00 and a pack of shower soaps. I can’t use any of that scented stuff because of my skin.

FIL gave us 100.00 which hubby claimed as his own…

Hubby got me nothing.

[mishmash]

My step daughter is known for beinng weird about gifts. Some years she will bring cookies-there will be a few homemade cookies on top, and then the store bought -99 cent a bag stuff, underneath. One year I got a Xmas ornament that still had the price tag, $2.99, attached. This year I got an old, dirty vase, and a stick. Apparenly you place the vase upside down on the stick, and put it in your garden??? And my hubby-her Dad-got a beautifully wrapped, ceramic birdhouse, that seemed very nice. Then we saw it for $6.99 at Lowes. Sad thing is, she and her husband are very well off.
It isn’t really the price that matters-it is the fact these gifts are all very elaborately wrapped to make them appear fancy. And then she did not bother to even wash the vase out. We all laugh after she leaves, cause what else can you do…

[appdream]

I had a Great-Aunt who was known for giving strange gifts. She was a tiny woman, dress head to toe in mink, wore turquiose cat eye glasses with sparkly chips around the edges. You get the picture.

One year when I was a teen, she gave me a ceramic planter. Donkey wearing a sombrero, pulling a cart. Inside was a bridle rosette that had been made into a brooche, antique that my Great-Great-Aunt had made. Her gifts were always mixed blessings.

She passed a few months ago, at the age of 94. Yesterday, I recieved an envelope in the mail. Inside was a beautiful gold rope bracelet from her estate.

Godspeed to my Aunt. I will always remember her and her unique ways.

[amastrike]

Bumping for the worst gifts of 2010!

[MunchingonHay]

Have you been waiting for the 10th of December to do this? or is it just a coincident?

I will add for this year. This is actually from high school but its great.
…got an old whitney houston CD and a bar of soap from my BF’s mother, as well as a flimsy,shiny purple pajama set.

What is she trying to tell me? that I stink, have bad taste in music and to sleep with her son? Mind you, I was 15 yrs old and we had just started dating.

[alg0181]

[QUOTE=Dirty Little Secret;2875131]
I’m starting a list of bad christmas presents:

• baby blue t-shirt with goofy horse picture reading “shhh… i’m centering myself”
• yellow fanny pack
  - baseball cap reading “the trainer has spoken” (i don’t wear hats)
• a collection of Painted Ponies (i have a small apartment with very little counter space)[/QUOTE]

I once got that exact hat, from one of my riding students. Considering she was 8, I found it kind of adorable. I wore it just for her lessons even though I hate hats, and whenever she gave me attitude, I just pointed at the hat.

[skip916]

last year my aunt gave me these rainbow taper candles where there was a section of wax for each color of the rainbow from top to bottom.

the tag on them said “show your PRIDE at home and away”… so they were obviously gay pride candles- which is fine, except that i am married, to a man, and i’m a woman, and my house is mostly greys, browns, cool colors so they really just didnt have a place to go and they were rather large.

my aunt is a little kooky but she knows that i am married and straight, and that i like horses, and LOVE giftcards as gifts, so yes- the gay pride rainbow taper candles were a great idea!

[wildlifer]

I love my chirpy bird clock!! (I’m a wildlife biologist, maybe that helps) I think my worst was the year my dad gave me a hatchet in a shoebox. That’s right, a hatchet. In a shoebox. I was about 17 – I mean, I know I wasn’t all girly-girl, but really? My mom and I both stared rather dumb-foundedly and I said, “Well. I guess I can fend off carjackers?”

[amastrike]

[QUOTE=MunchingonHay;5275205]
Have you been waiting for the 10th of December to do this? or is it just a coincident?[/QUOTE]

It must be coincidence, because I don’t know what’s significant about the 10th of December :lol:. I’ve been thinking about bumping, and it’s been a really boring day at work today, lol.

[CR_Gorge_Girl]

Skid boots.
Two years in a row, from my grandma (the non horsey one). She lives next door, so it’s not like I never saw her.

I have NEVER done reining, and horses only have one set of hindlegs so…??
I actually don’t know what happened to those, might have sold them at the 4H tack sale.
It was one of those “um… thanks!” gifts. Lol… seems that I have gotten quite a few of those gifts from that particular grandma. However, two years ago they got me a cool shelf and hanger thing that has some horses on it, works great in my room at home.

[rebeginner]

Handpainted foxhunting Xmas tree ornament…

With all the horses’ hindlegs backwards (i.e., front legs and back legs are identical). It makes me somewhat nauseous to even look at it.

Is it acceptable to throw it away or will I bring down some hideous holiday curse on my head?

[bort84]

I always get horse-related crappy stuff. Too many for any one to stand out particularly in my mind. But I have boxes of stuff I can’t get rid of (I have some sensitive relatives that would say it’s okay to return stuff, but I know it would break their hearts).

I have at least 20 horse-related t-shirts and sweatshirts that I cannot wear except to bed.

I have a pile of horsey jewelry that I can’t imagine anyone over the age of 5 or under the age of 90 would wear.

I have MULTIPLE hideously put together “horse” statues that were obviously sculpted by someone in China who’d never seen a horse in their lives (ugly heads, people eyes, legs all akimbo, flying crazy manes, bared teeth, you know the style).

I also have several “horsey” picture frames that are usually non-discipline appropriate (really, I ride a WP QH now?) or just super ugly - luckily my cats often “mysteriously” take care of these for me by knocking them off of shelves…

Pretty much anything that has a horse on it somewhere is fair game for some reason. It’s like the ridiculous golf gifts my dad gets. Total junk, but hey, there’s a golf ball on it, so he’ll love it, right?!

When I was little, people always wanted to buy me grooming supplies for some reason, even though my grandmother was a horse trainer and had a whole barn full of stuff for me (that was picked by actual horse people). I had a whole collection of completely useless hoofpicks (you know the ones, you stick them in a hoof and they immediately bend into some completely random shape), torture devices labeled as “curry combs” and multiple “tail brushes” that I wouldn’t let near any of MY horses’ tails.

OR - Mane and Tail shampoo… Got that a couple times, from some very proud gifters - they thought they were so smart. That often got used at least, haha.

[Burbank]

my B-I-L got a box of bisquick from his dad one year…

[BeaSting]

I had a small collection of Breyer horses when I was 11. I asked my mother for another for Christmas - to add to the collection. I opened the gift Christmas morning, saw the familiar Breyer’s box, and was dissappointed to find out that it was a Breyer’s cow - a holstein, to be exact. At the time, it was the the worst gift one could give a horse-crazy youngster, but I later came to appreciate it.

[analise]

My dad likes to give me purses or bags of some sort for various gift-giving occasions. My birthday, among other things, saw him giving me a CAMOUFLAGE insulated bag (that you could fit a few six packs in!) with tag on touting its ability to float (for duck hunters, I suppose). That said, it was really useful when I packed a lunch to keep cool while some of us were out trail riding.

I’m also in the “been given pepper spray” camp, though he did at least send that separately from a holiday just because he thinks I need something to defend myself with. He’s talked in the past about getting me an air rifle or something.

One Christmas, he got me one of those big crystal things with a lightbulb inside that supposedly ionizes the air or something. I remember thinking, “oh, gee, thanks.” but actually…it makes a nice little lamp for my nightstand. That and I realized recently it’s a big chunk of Himalayan salt so if I ever get tired of it, I can always give it to my horse!

When I was in high school, my grandmother gave me a jacket with horses embroidered on it. It was, actually, a nice jacket, kind of classy. But something a middle-aged woman would wear, not a sixteen year old.

I also have an aunt who for the longest would buy me clothes that would fit her daughter but…not me. We were never shaped similarly. And the style was never something I was really into, anyway. So I’d always have to return them and get something else.

Pretty much the only person allowed to pick out clothes for me anymore is my mother. (though I, personally, would prefer tack. Or gift certificates for riding lessons. Or an itunes giftcard. Or something like that. My mom does refuse to buy me stuff for my horse, though.)

[Ridinwyoming]

Well it started out as a wonderful gift but turned into one of my worst horsey memories.

My wonderful husband bought me a beautiful Circle Y trail saddle. Back then I didn’t know about different tree sizes.

The saddle ended up pinching my mare’s shoulders and she started bucking. She bucked so hard she sent me sailing in the air almost going over a 6’ fence, and as I was laying on the ground she came around still bucking and if I hadn’t rolled away she would have trampled me. I was black and blue from my waist to my knees.

[AllyandPete]

[QUOTE=Reynard Ridge;2053799]
A large white t-shirt (I am not a size large) with a cheezy photo of three horse heads that says: “Let’s Be Friends!”

From SIL. Who genuinely and sincerely dislikes me. [/QUOTE]

I have that shirt. hahahahahahaha

[Jamie2337]

When I was about 9 years old we went to visit my great-aunt for Christmas. She gave each of us kids a bag of peanut M and M’s. As she handed me my bag she said, " Not that you need it, fat as you are, but it seemed wrong to give the other girls a treat and not you." Ugh.

[jlc102482]

A hollow glass block (the kind that are used to construct basement or bathroom windows) with a string of Christmas lights stuffed into it through a jagged hole drilled into the bottom. I am told it is a Christmas decoration. Plug that sucker in and let the festive begin!

[Vindicated]

My husband is actively working on being the more apathetic gift giver. Two years ago, I showed him a pendant that I would like to have. (Back story: When I was 16 my mother gave me a wonderful horse pendant and chain. I never took it off, even during Pony Club, where most jewlery was forbidden-I kept it tucked in to my shirt-until one day (about 10 years later) we were going to a fairly dressy event and I was wearing gold and the necklace was silver. My necklace got lost somehow that day-never to be seen again. But very missed.) The pendant I showed my husband, while not exactly the same, was pretty similar to MY pendant. Christmas morning comes, he gives me a jewlery box-Yippee!!..Nope, he found the UGLIEST horse pendant that could almost pass as what I had shown him. The one I wanted was about $60, the one he got me was $7, with shipping. That was all I got that year for Christmas, we are’nt rich, but we are’nt eating hot dogs and Ramen either.

Following birthday, I gave him a detailed list. He got me two of the same things…they were on the list at least, but really?
Last Christmas…nothing…Last Birthday…Nothing…
I go out of my way to buy him things that he wants, would like, or needs. Rant over.

Last year for my birthday my In-Laws gave me a hat, it has a horse on it…I don’t wear ball caps…ever.

My parents were not really well off enough to keep me in horses, but they tried REALLY hard. Every Christmas or Birthday gift from 11 on was something horse related that I NEEDED-no complaints, just boring, but they did try hard. Except the year my dad attempted to make me a tack trunk for Christmas-you could fit two large men in it…and it was painted pink and made from OSB. My dad is a builder, he could have at least used plywood.

Funkiest gift I can remember was from my brother whom is 10 years younger. A tank top/blouse set, A really pretty burgandy color, really would have liked it…EXCEPT THAT IT WAS SEE THROUGH…turns out my dad’s uber creepy brother helped him pick it out…went straight to the back of the closet.