worst x-mas present ever recieved

[moonlitoaksranch]

An online gift card that didn’t have any money on it. From my mom, lol! She was mad at me for something. The worst part is that i went through selecting something, entering my info and then found out there was no money, so, they had my email, yay. She is computer savvy and with it, so I think it was on purpose. She can be passive aggressive. I sent her a thank you email and never mentioned it again. We’re getting along better now.

The step-MIL always gets me leftover gifts no one else wanted, used stuff, or old/broken things. My husband gets something cheap but new, and our son gets either a re-gift or something old/broken. We always get her something nice. We try to keep it classy and thank her anyway. We get her something nice every Christmas and birthday. She has money and spends lavishly on herself and her blood relations, so money isn’t the issue. We displease her by not being dependent on her or letting her control us.

[Zu_Zu]

[B]Williams Sonoma … [I]French Blue … Stand Up Mixer

Very $$$ pricy … [/I]I cried :eek: I’m am not a cook = :eek:
dangerous in the kitchen …[/B]

It’s easy … a gift card to R.E. Fennells !!! Pplleeaassee !!!

[anon55755751]

Maybe coth should start a post-holiday gift trade.

[Rallycairn]

@Moonlitoaks

An online gift card that didn’t have any money on it. From my mom, lol! She was mad at me for something. The worst part is that i went through selecting something, entering my info and then found out there was no money, so, they had my email, yay. She is computer savvy and with it, so I think it was on purpose. She can be passive aggressive. I sent her a thank you email and never mentioned it again. We’re getting along better now.

The step-MIL always gets me leftover gifts no one else wanted, used stuff, or old/broken things. My husband gets something cheap but new, and our son gets either a re-gift or something old/broken. We always get her something nice. We try to keep it classy and thank her anyway. We get her something nice every Christmas and birthday. She has money and spends lavishly on herself and her blood relations, so money isn’t the issue. We displease her by not being dependent on her or letting her control us.

You are indeed classy! I wish I could be that unaffected/zen about things like that. I would probaby ignore them both!

[Ruth0552]

I ran into my MIL yesterday. She told me all about her trip to Dover saddlery on Monday with one of her step grand-children (she re-married a few years ago, he passed away since then, but she’s kept in touch with some of the kids and grandkids). I was thinking, holy $hit, did this woman actually get me something useful or in one of my interest categories for christmas?? NOPE. I get home and tell my husband about this and he says oh no, she was just texting me this morning about getting you a lamp. Me: :ambivalence: Then he says, So I told her to get your a SWEATER.

WTF.

Like really, you are shopping on Christmas Eve and you were just at a huge freaking tack shop and you couldn’t just get me a horsey pair of socks and some horse treats? Or a bottle of shampoo or fancy detangler? New brush? Anything.

I can’t wait to see what this evening brings. And in the meantime, the my propane company that said they brought two bottles evidently did not, and now we are out, so the turkey is in the oven at my parent’s house up the road. I. Can’t.

[HorsesinHaiti]

@Ruth0552

I ran into my MIL yesterday. She told me all about her trip to Dover saddlery on Monday with one of her step grand-children (she re-married a few years ago, he passed away since then, but she’s kept in touch with some of the kids and grandkids). I was thinking, holy $hit, did this woman actually get me something useful or in one of my interest categories for christmas?? NOPE. I get home and tell my husband about this and he says oh no, she was just texting me this morning about getting you a lamp. Me: :ambivalence: Then he says, So I told her to get your a SWEATER.

WTF.

Like really, you are shopping on Christmas Eve and you were just at a huge freaking tack shop and you couldn’t just get me a horsey pair of socks and some horse treats? Or a bottle of shampoo or fancy detangler? New brush? Anything.

I can’t wait to see what this evening brings. And in the meantime, the my propane company that said they brought two bottles evidently did not, and now we are out, so the turkey is in the oven at my parent’s house up the road. I. Can’t.

HHHUUUGGGSSS!

[Denali6298]

@Ruth0552

I ran into my MIL yesterday. She told me all about her trip to Dover saddlery on Monday with one of her step grand-children (she re-married a few years ago, he passed away since then, but she’s kept in touch with some of the kids and grandkids). I was thinking, holy $hit, did this woman actually get me something useful or in one of my interest categories for christmas?? NOPE. I get home and tell my husband about this and he says oh no, she was just texting me this morning about getting you a lamp. Me: :ambivalence: Then he says, So I told her to get your a SWEATER.

WTF.

Like really, you are shopping on Christmas Eve and you were just at a huge freaking tack shop and you couldn’t just get me a horsey pair of socks and some horse treats? Or a bottle of shampoo or fancy detangler? New brush? Anything.

I can’t wait to see what this evening brings. And in the meantime, the my propane company that said they brought two bottles evidently did not, and now we are out, so the turkey is in the oven at my parent’s house up the road. I. Can’t.

I’ll never forget the day my ex told me “I’m not buying you anything for your horse.” That was the beginning of the end for many reasons but ya know that was one. He spent several hundred on gifts for me, all of which I appreciated, but to make a point to not buy something horse related??? Yeah…

[moonlitoaksranch]

@Rallycairn

You are indeed classy! I wish I could be that unaffected/zen about things like that. I would probaby ignore them both!

I’m not that cool. I do it for the husband. His Dad has health issues and won’t be around long (good man; just whipped). If she outlives him, we will seriously minimize contact. She was horrible to hubby growing up. She and my own mom both have Borderline Personality Disorder.

[Red_Barn]

I guess I’m overly Old School or something, but I’d feel kind of cheesy and ungrateful publicly complaining about a gift, no matter how cheap it was or how little I liked it.

Funny how times change.

[JustTheTicket]

@Red Barn

I guess I’m overly Old School or something, but I’d feel kind of cheesy and ungrateful publicly complaining about a gift, no matter how cheap it was or how little I liked it.

Funny how times change.

It’s a real shame you were forced to open and comment on this thread then.

[Red_Barn]

Yep - you’re right.

Merry Christmas!

[Mara]

My late great-aunt (Dad’s aunt) was a character. She was really a remarkable woman; she served as a nurse in WW2, retired as a full colonel, and later became head nurse for a major insurance carrier. Never married, no kids.

But oh boy, at gift-giving time she pinched pennies until you could hear them scream. It got gradually worse over the years. One year when I was in high school she hosted the family Christmas Eve get-together; the cocktail napkins were yellowed with age and had the old Holiday Inn logo on them. That year I got an ancient set of sponge rollers (I wear my hair straight and
smooth, have always done). My sister got a rubber owl that was supposed to look like stained glass, and my mom got a little crocheted something or other that my aunt said was a Sweet-n-Low holder. What made the occasion even more outrageous were the stories Aunt Doris invented to go with each story: the rubber owl was smuggled out of North Africa during the war and had once belonged to Telly Savalas (it said "Made In Taiwan) on it, the crocheted thingy was made by a blind woman who sent all of the proceeds to help starving kids in Tunisia (or something), etc. I don’t remember the origins of my sponge curlers, but I am sure they were unique among sponge curlers. The atmosphere was one of very thinly concealed hilarity. No one dared make eye contact with anyone but Aunt Doris during the gift exchange lest we crack the oh-so-fragile decorum we were just barely clinging to.

Allow me to add that Doris was in complete possession of all of her mental faculties. She was just flat out eccentric. Dad said she was always somewhat that way, but that it definitely intensified with every passing year. It really pissed off my grandmother, but the rest of us always found it highly entertaining!

[Edre]

Oh I have a great story for this.

Setting the stage… Christmas day has always been the big event for my family (opening gifts in the morning with immediate family - parents, sibling, and then my maternal extended family if they’ve flown in and we’re hosting them. The big production is after, when we truck off to celebrate with Dad’s side of the family. He is one of eight, and most of them are local, so it is a big affair). Christmas Eve is much quieter. Church, a nice dinner…sometimes one or two of dad’s (unmarried/divorced/widowed) siblings would be invited to spend xmas eve with us.

My sister and I were allowed to open one gift on Christmas Eve.

I am right around seven at the time. The gift I desperately wanted was a model horse wash-stall. There was a barrel you could fill with water that had a hose attached and a pump you could depress and it would actually spray water. Crossties and a halter so you could “secure” your model horse. I had a massive breyer horse collection by this point (some truly antiques, from my mother’s childhood, but also some that I had also been gifted). The wash stall may have come with a horse as well, but that was secondary. I needed to be able to bathe my horses!! I so desperately wanted this gift. It was all my little girl heart yearned for.

It is Christmas Eve. We are told to select our one gift. I am dithering between two. One is temptingly large. It rattles. My parents seem very excited that I have picked this up. I am suspicious of their delight. The other package is so, so much smaller. No sounds when I rattle it, but it seems fairly hefty (solidly packed box?) I am dithering between the two. My parents’ excitement cements it - I do not trust that they are SO ENTHUSIASTIC about this big box that rattles (empty space???) They tell me do NOT open the small box!! Open the big box!!

I open the small box.

It is jam packed full of underwear. I am crushed. (My parents, maternal grandparents, and one of dad’s brothers, are doing their best not to howl with laughter.) I do not cry, but I am very, very upset. Distraught. Christmas Eve (CHRISTMAS!!) is ruined. I cannot believe they did this to me.

The next morning, that big box?
It was the wash stall. I was this close to having the Best Present Ever opened the night before Christmas, but my little brain had serious trust issues and I made the wrong call. :lol:

(And in my adult life, I participate in a grab bag with my father’s family - $50 limit. I put in a very nice set of steaks and a fairly reasonable bottle of wine. I get a dowsing rod and some popcorn. I was not much pleased. The dowsing rod may be the single most WTF gift I’ve ever received as an adult.)

[4horses]

My boyfriend (now an ex-) bought me a painting for Christmas one year. It was a portrait of a black horse’s head. His friend painted it and ran out of room so the horse’s ears were tiny little things, that barely resembled ears. I was thinking, “and you paid money for this???” I have no idea what i did with that painting. It’s either in the attic somewhere or i got rid of it. Horses are supposed to be beautiful, not ugly things with very disproportionate ears. I suppose i should have appreciated the attempt.

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[Destinywaitsaturdoor]

I got decent gifts this year (socks!!) but one of my best friends woke up to her FIL texting her and her husband to come outside…to find a lawn jockey now on their front porch. A custom made 85lb lawn jockey that she has no way of moving.

…we are currently trying to figure out logistics of moving said lawn jockey somewhere more private.

oh and my debit card info got stolen and someone spent over $100 at hot topic, LOL.

[Ruth0552]

Well, I got both a lamp and a sweater. However, the lamp was actually the extra-bright variety for reading, which I think she got me because she knows I do cross-stitch and some other crafts, and the “sweater” was a bright neon orange sweatshirt to wear if I go trail riding in the woods during hunting season. I suppose both actually showed thought, which I really appreciate. I’m still a little baffled that she didn’t just get me something at Dover, but whatever. She’s a strange lady. But she also showed up without warning with gifts for MY parents. Which I know they are now feeling guilty about. Very odd.

[Ruth0552]

@Destinywaitsaturdoor

I got decent gifts this year (socks!!) but one of my best friends woke up to her FIL texting her and her husband to come outside…to find a lawn jockey now on their front porch. A custom made 85lb lawn jockey that she has no way of moving.

…we are currently trying to figure out logistics of moving said lawn jockey somewhere more private.

oh and my debit card info got stolen and someone spent over $100 at hot topic, LOL.

Some lawn jockeys can be sort of classy and antique, however, the bulk of them seem to be racist. Please tell me it is not in blackface? Perhaps the classy ones I’m thinking off are actually just cast iron footmen without painting.

[Destinywaitsaturdoor]

@Ruth0552

Some lawn jockeys can be sort of classy and antique, however, the bulk of them seem to be racist. Please tell me it is not in blackface? Perhaps the classy ones I’m thinking off are actually just cast iron footmen without painting.

I wish. It’s blackface and she lives in a predominantly black neighborhood that is not well off. It’s brand new, made for them. The house is green and white and the jockey himself is red and white to stand out against the house.

[Ruth0552]

@Destinywaitsaturdoor

I wish. It’s blackface and she lives in a predominantly black neighborhood that is not well off. It’s brand new, made for them. The house is green and white and the jockey himself is red and white to stand out against the house.

WOW. THAT is a WTF moment hard.

[Destinywaitsaturdoor]

@Ruth0552

WOW. THAT is a WTF moment hard.

What’s even worse is they bought the house off him, so he knows the neighborhood…and what the house looks like “but wanted him to stand out” and “all the well to do people had one” when he was growing up.