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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2003 11:12 pm
by Stars
I told my mother not to get me anything. Usually she buys me cheese and sausages. I hate cheese and sausages. I told her, please, don't buy me anything this year. So, she buys me chocolates. I hate chocolate. She has so little money, living in a nursing home only on her social security. Somewhere in her mind, she still wants to provide for me. I love her to tears, even though she may not be around much longer, probably more so because of it. I just can't help really hating her choice of gifts, but I love her dearly for them. I eat everything she gives to me.
Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2003 11:31 pm
by Bluestar
ROFL Kiri
I don't think anybody would buy it! I mean it when I say it's gosh darn awful!
And are you saying I should wear the watch because I love my grandmother Stars? I'd rather eat my own foot!
lol
Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2003 11:40 pm
by Scavenger
kiri wrote:If I were you I'd still research it.
Trust me, not much point to researching this one. Besides, there really aren't any identifying marks or any other way to identify it. I can't swear that it's not worth anything, but I'd bet a paycheck on it.
That's not to say that it's not valuable to me. It's something from my grandmother's house. The words on the stein roughly translate to, "Jolly song, happy disposition. Grandmother tells stories." It doesn't really matter what someone would pay for it, I'm not selling.
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2003 12:16 am
by kiri
Being a gracious recipient can be just as important, if not moreso, as being a generous giver.
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2003 12:53 am
by Bluestar
awww nuts, do I have to? What is comes down to is me not wanting her to spend her money on things that end up being given or thrown away. She's on a fixed income and can't afford to do it, but does anyway. *shrug* I don't know what to do about it anymore.
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2003 4:56 am
by Joysinger
accept it, wish for nothing, wear the stuff she gets you every once in a while when you visit her or she visits you, else lock it away in a dark drawer.
or you could make her become a jehova witness, like my grandma. then you won't get bday or christmas presents anymore at all, as they don't celebrate either. you'll just recieve the eventual chocolate whenever she comes over to visit. *shrug*
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2003 9:47 am
by Stars
Bluestar wrote:And are you saying I should wear the watch because I love my grandmother Stars? I'd rather eat my own foot! lol
No, no, no, don't do that. If you would really be embarrassed to wear the watch, then don't. Making yourself go through torture just because you don't want to hurt someone's feelings isn't good either. I don't have any other answers or suggestions because I don't even know what to do about my mom's gifts. I think I'm going to tell her over the summer that I don't like food presents...
They said I was mad! Who's mad now????
Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2003 9:04 pm
by Kitsune
Anakin wrote:
Looks like a dorayaki to me. (A Japanese sweet with 2 small pankakes and -usually- sweet red bean paste in the middle. Sorry, rabbit not included.) Fun picture.
Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2003 3:02 am
by Anakin
Bluestar wrote:And are you saying I should wear the watch because I love my grandmother Stars? I'd rather eat my own foot!
lol
Durn, I wanted to see you wear the watch and eat my foot also.
Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2003 3:31 am
by Bluestar
Wait, how did YOUR foot get in the mix?
Bluei
Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2003 9:17 am
by Joysinger
well, how did he get into my pants?
Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2003 7:17 pm
by Bluestar
You know, I've been wondering that for months!
Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2004 4:19 pm
by Score
He got in there because you left the door open!! But wouldn't the better question be, "How do you get him out??"
Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2004 4:24 pm
by Score
Whourang?
*hee hee..you knew it was only a matter of time*
Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2004 5:03 pm
by Anakin
Score wrote:He got in there because you left the door open!! But wouldn't the better question be, "How do you get him out??"
That's for most cases, but Bluei's special, she let me in.