Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Contest

It's December and Christmas is coming. That means, inevitably, bad Christmas gifts. We all have that one family member that always gives crappy gifts, and that my friends is good blog material. So I'm doing a worst gift ever contest. Up for grabs is a $20 gift card to Target, so you can go get yourself something good.


Here's the deal. Blog about your worst Christmas gift ever and link back to this post. You can even steal my nifty logo that Alisha designed for me. In fact please steal my nifty logo. Make sure you leave a comment on this post so I know to go read your blog. Best story wins the gift card. I'll announce the winner on Friday December 12th.

My story is about my mother. She is incapable of giving a frivolous, enjoyable gift. She is practical to the core and her gifts are always things that she thinks you really need. A couple of years ago she got me a vinyl shoe rack that hangs on the back of a door. She decided I needed one because I had about 20 pairs of shoes stuffed into a spare closet. The shoes were in the closet because I needed to sort out which to give to Goodwill and which to throw away. I wasn't planning on keeping any of them, therefore I didn't need a nifty storage system for them. What I needed was more hours in the day so I would have time to do all the really important stuff that needs done and have time left over to sort shoes. The shoes weren't bothering me, but apparently they were bothering my mother, so I got a shoe rack for Christmas. Then my mom got all butt hurt when I didn't do cartwheels with excitement about this gift. It's a freaking shoe rack. Even if I had needed one, it wouldn't have been cartwheel worthy. So now I don't even bother to hint around about what I want for Christmas, I make sure she knows what I need. At least that way I can try to act excited and at least use the gift she gives me. This year I asked for a memory foam pillow. Still not cartwheel worthy, but at least I'll use it.

7 comments:

aero1600 said...

Ok dokey...my story is up!

Mr Lady said...

HAHAHAHA! A SHOE RACK?

My husband buys me clothes every year. The poor thing is so whipped, he still thinks I'm tiny with a great rack. Truth? More like a Manatee over here. Nothing he buys me EVER fits comfortably, and I have to wear it and love it anyway, because he tried so hard.

I've started asking for appliances. Appliances never show off my fat gut. :)

LenaLoo said...

Hey Lorna, I made you a button for your contest... One with a little code grabber box... E-mail me at missmeowbees@gmail.com and I will send it to you...

A. Smith said...

Nope. I wouldn't post them even if I had them. James's Mom has them somewhere... and I would rather chew barbed wire than ask her for them!

LenaLoo said...

Okay my postpost is up :)

LenaLoo said...

Tag you're it! I tagged you for a 7 things about you post, rules are in my blog... I also have an award for you still waiting on my blog... But I may have left you a comment about that already :)

JenPB said...

Oh, i wish I'd come across your site sooner. SO would have gone for this. (THanks, Mr. Lady, for helping to lead me here.) The first Christmas my future husband and I were together he gave me a big box, heavy, much larger than, say, the ring box I'd expected. I thought it was a gag...the ring was inside. Imagine my surprise when I found a set of dumbbells...no joke...no ring. He thought I'd like them. Huh.