Tried using as a doorstop, but it attracted ants...
Posted on 12/24/2009 6:25:39 AM PST by ODDITHER
Worst gift - One time when I was exiled in Wisconsin and so home sick for Colorado, a friend decided to visit for Christmas. She asked what I wanted from Colorado and I said anything, I would even welcome a Colorado Cow pie.
Well - she took me at my word and spray painted a cow pie gold and put glitter on it. It was quite lovely actually, except it wasn't quite dry all the way through. After an evening of wondering what smelled under the tree she said, you might want to open my present. We did and had a great laugh and promptly put the present back into it's wrapping and set it on the front porch.
Much to our surprise and chuckles, someone over night had stolen the present. He He. Best Gift - My best gift was also my worst gift. My sister and I had a beautiful huge gift under the tree. My mother filled a box (the size that would hold a large television) full of trash. There was coffee grounds and banana peels and egg shells as well as paper etc. We had to dig through the trash and at the bottom found a picture of a horse. We were so disappointed, not only did we get just a picture, we didn't get the horse. Then on top of it Mom and Dad made us get dressed and take the trash outside. When we went outside, there was Old Copper standing in the back yard.
My best Colorado Christmas gift would be the delivery of a fresh, delicious homemade Krautburger made by the descendants of German-Russian immigrants who settled in Northern Colorado.
Worst -Chia Pet Head.
Best - Too many to mention
Does a Colordo cow pie differ from a Wisconsin one?
Of course, it's the altitude! ;-/
I don't know, maybe Wisconsin cow pies smell faintly of cheese? :-)
Best Grownup Gift - A Daughter Dec 24th 1968 during the Apollo 8 Mission.
Worst Gift - Not Naming the aforementioned daughter Apollonia!
Funny, my best gift was a horse, too. When I was twelve my father took me out to visit a friend of his, who had 25 acres and some horses. They put me up on one and I rode it around for a few minutes. I didn’t really respond; I was so entirely devoid of hope that I would ever own a horse in my life that I was numb to excitement.
Then my father asked me if I’d like to have that horse. I can still remember the incredulous joy; since then I’ve never used the word “joy” as easily as others do. There was such incomprehension that this wonderful thing, which I had longed for since I was three, had actually happened.
It changed my life forever, taking me in different directions and introducing me to places, people, and experiences I would otherwise never have encountered.
As a kid I begged for one of those electric vibrating NFL football games (1970s Sears Wishbook).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I9sD1hmqBFs
That thing sucked SO BAD. What an embarrassing fraud of a piece of poop of a toy.
Worst: A puke, Golden Rod colored, sweater with dark blue snow flake pattern.
Best: A toss up between a Crossman Model 760 pump BB/Pellet gun (I was 10 years old) and a Marlin 22LR rifle with Tasco 4X scope (I was 14 years old).
Best gift - a set of tires. That I couldn't afford. Now I'm 59 and see what a great gift they really were. Along with a bag of Trim nail clippers, chapsticks, soap, shampoo.....
I was close...got my son on Dec. 14th, 1968.
Tried using as a doorstop, but it attracted ants...
Worst present : Can't think of anything bad enough to be memorable, unless you want to count the "health care reform" bill (count the oxymorons in those 4 words).
They become part of the family. My sister really took ole Copper over, I was too much of a ninnie and after Copper stepped on my foot and then bucked me off two days later, I tended to ride double behind my sister. She barrel raced with Copper.
My birthday is March 25th.
When she became 12 and we were celbrating my birthday I said that she was my best birthday gift. She punched me in the arm while exclaiming, "DAD!"
Isn’t if odd how at one time or another in our lives we have to get some miles on us before we realize the value of a gift given when we were younger and stupider..lol. It must be a part of the rites of passage or something. My dad was a doctor and at the oddest times he would send a care package full of bandaids, gauze pads, assorted ointments for bug bites and so on...I kept the last box from his last care package when he thought I was going to the sandpile during the first gulf war..It had sun glasses, sun lotions, bug spray, a little battery operated fan, a little hand fan, band aids, bug spray, anything he could think of that would get me through a nasty environment. He has been gone now for 10 years. If I could have anything for Christmas I would love to have my daddy back again to hear his hearty laugh and share our December birthdays.
Best: The Birth of Jesus
Worst: Nothing
It certainly proves “with age comes wisdom”. The tires were from my Parents in law. I certainly wish that I could tell them now that I have learned how thoughtful they really were.
For the first few years after we got married, my wife would give me these oddly insulting self-help books. Stuff with titles like ‘Communication Skills for the Socially Retarded’ or ‘How Not to Screw up Your Kids the Way Your Dad Did.’ I always smiled nicely and donated them to Goodwill after a couple weeks.
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