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WHAD'YA GIT?

Started by LMNO, December 26, 2012, 04:26:17 PM

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Nephew Twiddleton

Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 27, 2012, 07:16:39 AM
Quote from: holist on December 27, 2012, 07:06:32 AM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on December 27, 2012, 03:02:07 AM
I got books, a Bible, a banjo, candy, thermal underwear and a bed of nails.

You lucky dog.

Some home-made chocolate bonbons and biscuits from my sister... promise of a pair of knit cycling leggings from my mum, almost finished... dad sent dosh from the UK as he does... I think I may have got a mug an'all. We generally celebrate giftmas, though, along with stuffyerselftodeathmas, it is a year-end occasion that is near the solstice and have I mentioned we eat a lot. My guts have taken some damage but will live to digest another day.

Dosh is good.

Stuffyerselftodeath is better.

Funny innit?

The immediate reward is better.

I don't care about all that giftiness, give me money!

I don't care about all that money feed me!

Like I said though, I got what I got. And I loved all of it. And I would have to say that my favorites were the socks and the dalek alarm clock. Even though I could get a decades worth of socks with the money.... meh. Socks and Daleks.

That's a funny thing. I can come away with no gifts, but if I come away with no leftovers, I feel snubbed. Anyway, I remembered something. BRB
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Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 27, 2012, 07:26:50 AM
Quote from: Pippa Twiddleton on December 27, 2012, 07:16:39 AM
Quote from: holist on December 27, 2012, 07:06:32 AM
Quote from: Lenin McCarthy on December 27, 2012, 03:02:07 AM
I got books, a Bible, a banjo, candy, thermal underwear and a bed of nails.

You lucky dog.

Some home-made chocolate bonbons and biscuits from my sister... promise of a pair of knit cycling leggings from my mum, almost finished... dad sent dosh from the UK as he does... I think I may have got a mug an'all. We generally celebrate giftmas, though, along with stuffyerselftodeathmas, it is a year-end occasion that is near the solstice and have I mentioned we eat a lot. My guts have taken some damage but will live to digest another day.

Dosh is good.

Stuffyerselftodeath is better.

Funny innit?

The immediate reward is better.

I don't care about all that giftiness, give me money!

I don't care about all that money feed me!

Like I said though, I got what I got. And I loved all of it. And I would have to say that my favorites were the socks and the dalek alarm clock. Even though I could get a decades worth of socks with the money.... meh. Socks and Daleks.

That's a funny thing. I can come away with no gifts, but if I come away with no leftovers, I feel snubbed. Anyway, I remembered something. BRB

Actually, I prefer the thoughtful present, first of all, regardless of value: if it speaks to me and makes me pleased, it's great. Like my mum's gonna give me my grandmother's prewar kitchen scales: the great thing (apart from a great set of scales) is that my mom finally understands that I care about and enjoy old objects that are still fit for purpose. Unfortunately, this will not happen for a few months due to officialdom.

Second: presents from my widely publicised wish-list. They were unable/could not be bothered to think of something, so they took information from the best source about what I would like: me.

Third: money. Money is a safe option, there was never a point in my life when some money did not come in handy.

Fourth: the stuffingyourself: I could do without it. But it's tradition. It's the fucking tradition. In our particular family, it's more about my mum's pathological need to feed us to death every now and then. We adopt a stiff upper lip and eat all of it.

The parfait-gateaux is an exception. We eat that with genuine smiles on our faces.
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EK WAFFLR

Socks, boxer shorts, DVDs, books, a rapier, towels, cologne, money, gift cards, a suit, dungaree pance.
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Sita

A picture frame, 3 blank fabric aprons and fabric markers to decorate them with, new cookware, new sheets, a card from my grandfather that he didn't even bother to write anything in this year (and my mom once again telling me not to read too much into it, because he is in his 80s and old people are just forgetful), fabric shower curtain.
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Book by Les Claypool, Primus T-shirt & CD/DVD
Fancy Beers
Books about spooky/weird/different places to go
Crime Novels? Murder Mysteries? Books in which murders are committed
Kitchen stuff & pajama pants
Homemade truffles from my sister
Miscellaneous nice stuff

The satisfaction of having baked/cooked/canned maybe a good 50% of the gifts I gave and knowing the recipients will enjoy them

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I got wasted and somehow still managed to pull a turkey dinner out the bag. Can't remember even serving it but apparently it was outstanding. The leftovers certainly tasted alright. There were a bunch of presents, mostly shit you spray on yourself to keep the stench away. I'm about 50 beers and a half pound of grass into this celebration of godbaby's birthday - so I guess I've got about half way to new year. On the downside I seem to have my drinking problem back but I'm planning to knock that into touch with a staple diet of alcohol and hash for the next week and a half.

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Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on December 26, 2012, 06:37:44 PM
WHAD'YA GIT?

ANOTHER DAY OLDER AND DEEPER IN DEBT...

(I bet maybe 2 people here catch the reference without googling)

Sixteen Tons.

BTW, WORK YOUR FINGERS TO THE BONE, WHAD'YA GIT?
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Freeky

I got a pile of candy and stuffing stuffers that I would have been hapier if I'd just gotten the money, so I could put gas in my car, or buy a rulebook I need.

I also got a cheater grill (the one that's got that boxer's name in it), and then I gave it to a friend of mine, because I have pans if I want a burger or steak or whatevs.

insideout

a bunch of shirts, and a Jacket and a pullover hoodie, and a bunch of stocking stuffers that might have been worth 5 bucks totalled up.  At least the shirts and jackets are decent stuff that I'll be happy to wear.

Salty

Some god damned self-respect
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Pope Pixie Pickle

I got given another gift, a canvas tote bag with the cover design of a songbook from 1911 by the Women's Political and Social Union (commonly referred to as the Suffragettes.) the woman that designed the image printed on it reputedly used to conduct the songs from her cell window using her toothbrush at HMP Holloway. It's beautiful and i squeeeeeeeed my little heart out when I unwrapped it.


Suu

A block of kitchen knives, no expensive brand, but they're a nice set.
New cutting boards.
A pair of Toms Shoes that are red with pink sugar skulls on them. The cat barfed on one yesterday but mom got it clean.  :|
A Fedora.
A sewing box.
New Gingher sewing scissors.
Socks.

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Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on December 26, 2012, 06:41:00 PM
Quote from: Cain on December 26, 2012, 06:40:14 PM
I owe my soul to the company store...

There we go.  I was hoping I wasn't the only one to remember that.  Mostly all culture pre-WWII has been lost.

Remembered fondly.  :)

My new sweetie bought me a TARDIS hat. 

Like this one:



This made me very happy.

Also, both of his kids (including the often-difficult 14 year old girl) loved the presents I got for them.  I'm calling that a win.   :)
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I like the Luna one. She is a good one.

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got to spend some time with my lady freind, very nice. probly happens one or two times a year.