Well, this season was less baffling than previous ones I have had. Small weirdness of note:
My grandmother shopped on a ‘theme’ for all of us this year. All of the adult children and grandchildren received pajamas, slippers, and a new set of sheets.
My aunt gave me a nice monogram necklace. My name is Elizabeth, most folks call me Beth, the necklace has an ‘L’ for Liz on it.
This seemed to be stuffed animal year for the smallest son of FaerieBeth and Stonebow. He recieved no less than 7 bears (oh, okay, one was actually a dog).
The culmination of this gift giving season, though, was a gift I recieved from one of my students. His grandmother had made me a lovely angel tree-topper, bedecked in lace and hot-glued silk roses. The lace, however was a little thin across the torso, so we can see through it to the flesh colored plastic breasts beneath.:eek: Thus she has been dubbed, Titty Bar Angel. A speacial place has been reserved for her in the boxes that go upstairs.
My grandmother sent my husband a $5 check. I got a set of brushes that, I swear to god, wouldn’t cost more than $3 a gas-station. I can’t even use them. They are vrey small and plastic–almost like what you would use on a small child with thin hair or a doll…
My baffling gift is one of those fiber optic light balls. You know, with 8 bazillion little fibers in a globe shape with ever changing colors. Completely not my style, not even close.
In the poor guy’s defense, he is a friend of my SO’s family, so he doesn’t really know me. Might be a good regift, or I can just torture my SO with it by displaying it prominently in our apartment, thereby destroying the asthetics.
The weirdest thing in the stocking… an Etch-a-Sketch pen, with the Halls lozenges (fully wrapped, of course) coming in a close second.
Jesus thong underwear from Landover Baptist.
I’m a guy, by the way.
Three travel alarm clocks. All from my sister Sam.
The travelling I do mainly consists of going between parents or friend’s houses, and I can hit any three in a day by car. She at least thought it merited an explaination, though she couldn’t give one.
Finally, my mother gave me a goods declaration card (for entering the country).
She drops worthless paper onto me all the time in order to make it my mess, but I never thought she was crazy enough to believe that it was a “normal” idea for a chirstmas gift.
MixieArmadillo, you’re supposed to put it under your regular pillow when you go to sleep, so that the scent of the herbs gives you good dreams. Never mind how I know this.
Nothing that unusual; my aunt gave me a Santa Claus hand towel (I live in a ratty two-bachelor apartment, where I do not celebrate Christmas, nor do I have other Christmas-themed objects I could or would want to build a holiday decor around). It’s thoughtful - I can always use a hand towel - but it is really more the sort of thing she likes (her entire house was Christmas decorated, with fifty-four Santa Clauses in the dining room alone; not to be outdone, her daughter’s house had 119 snowmen in the living room. I think it runs in the family.)
Let me hasten to add that she gave me a number of other nice things, including a big stockingful of chocolate, a bookstore gift certificate (I’ll use it for a new dictionary), pasta in an attractive jar, socks, and a jar of her unbelievable raspberry jam.
That’s what the little info card said. I think the pink and lace might give me nightmares, though. Plus, I couldn’t smell anything when I put it up to my nose and took a good whiff. Maybe it’s like… subconcious smelling?
Anyway, I can’t even manage to keep my beloved teddy bear in the bed, and can barely manage to keep myself there. There’s no way this thing would stay under my pillow all night long.
Any takers? I’ll trade for the cleaver, the gas card, or the Pirates DVD, but will not take green_dragon’s scary clown-thing
I’m starting a “scary porcelain” series of photographs. Scarier the better.
I could trade it for a granny undies. You know the kind of panties that your aunties buy for you, that can be pulled up to your armpits, and that you only wear if you are forced to because you haven’t done laundry in a month?
I got abox of those one year. I’m sure I can find it in the Box of Christmases Past.
My mom has odd taste in gifts. Often good-odd, but some times just odd-odd.
For my birthday she bought me a plaster fountain. With dolphins on the back. And when you press a button the soothing sounds of seagulls screeching play. Huh? I have a dolphin mobile I got about 10 years ago, (and a small dolphin knick knack she bought me last year) but I’m not a big fan of the creatures.
This christmas she bought me on of those cat clocks. You know, moving eyes and tail… My grammy gave me one of those when I was six, but I can’t imagine why she decided to replace it 20 years later…
I’d forgotten one of mine. Or maybe I mentioned it earlier and am too lazy to go back and look. A pen that doesn’t write. It’s not even a nice pen, it’s a shitty Papermate.
I am awful. So awful, I’m going to bitch about the gifts my 12 year-old stepson got me.
This year he got his dad a belt and holster for his (dad’s) new cordless drill. Great gift. He got his Mom a DVD and chocolates. He went in on a bass guitar (!) for his stepdad.
I got a plastic ball ornament with a beagle on it. He said he got it from the dollar store. He also got me a calendar of ferrets. Same source, I’m sure.
I would NEVER be less than thrilled (to his face) with anything he gave me. But WTF?
I have never owned, wanted, commented on, or had any association with beagles. Same with ferrets.
I know he’s only 12 and has limited income, but fer cryin’ out loud. When he was really little, I loved the handmade things he made in scouts or at school and gave me for Christmas. (Clothespin recipe card holders, etc.) All I ask for is a little thought and effort.
They’re reeeaaallly nice:rolleyes: