Friday OT - Have At It
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We took a trip some time after our anniversary, but I think I made her a really nice dinner, got her a nice bottle of wine, then we ***** ********* **** ******* in ******* of ******.
EDIT: Not sure why ***** and ******* are censored
One time I got to meet George W Bush. My mother worked at General Mills and he was coming to visit, shortly after he got elected and before 9/11. He was coming to give a speech to workers about the benefits of his tax refund initiative.
Leading up to the meeting, Secret Service conducted a few phone calls to our house and schools to do some due diligence of a background check. I'm assuming they did a little deeper digging as well based on the interaction we had with the President.
At the meeting, he went around the table to the other handful of workers to ask them how they had spent or saved their refunds, with most answers focusing on children's educations, savings for future purchases, or investing. When Dubya got to my mom, he gave her that sly look and said, "Now Deb, you didn't run off to Vegas and gamble away all that money did you?" Of course she had, she never saved money. She looked at him with a straight face and replied, "With all due respect Mr. President, that's none of your business."
Everyone had fun. I got a box of Fruit Roll-Ups signed by Dubya.
Leading up to the meeting, Secret Service conducted a few phone calls to our house and schools to do some due diligence of a background check. I'm assuming they did a little deeper digging as well based on the interaction we had with the President.
At the meeting, he went around the table to the other handful of workers to ask them how they had spent or saved their refunds, with most answers focusing on children's educations, savings for future purchases, or investing. When Dubya got to my mom, he gave her that sly look and said, "Now Deb, you didn't run off to Vegas and gamble away all that money did you?" Of course she had, she never saved money. She looked at him with a straight face and replied, "With all due respect Mr. President, that's none of your business."
Everyone had fun. I got a box of Fruit Roll-Ups signed by Dubya.
The title of this thread reminded me of this.
In 1985, we put new computers in our four manufacturing plants. In the early days, each IT manager set up usernames and passwords for their users. One day, while I was visiting the plant in NC, we were talking to some of the users about a new system we were designing. During the meeting, one woman said, I am so embarrassed by the password the manager gave me, and I am embarrassed every time I type it. We asked her what it was, and she said, "He gave me, 'haveatit which reads: have a tit'."
We realized his intent was, "have at it". He was so embarrassed, the straight-laced Southern Baptist that he was.
And yes, this was before keeping passwords private, strong, and changed often.
In 1985, we put new computers in our four manufacturing plants. In the early days, each IT manager set up usernames and passwords for their users. One day, while I was visiting the plant in NC, we were talking to some of the users about a new system we were designing. During the meeting, one woman said, I am so embarrassed by the password the manager gave me, and I am embarrassed every time I type it. We asked her what it was, and she said, "He gave me, 'haveatit which reads: have a tit'."
We realized his intent was, "have at it". He was so embarrassed, the straight-laced Southern Baptist that he was.
And yes, this was before keeping passwords private, strong, and changed often.
Back when I was a student at ISU when George (Sr.) was VP and was running for President I had a class in the Curtiss Hall Auditorium. I would regularly go in one of the back doors to Curtis and essentially enter the auditorium through an emergency exit. One day I opened the door and a bevy of Secret Service spilled out with George in tow. I about got run over. I managed to mumble something to our sitting Veep and future Prez, I don't remember what - and just like that he was gone.
I hate the giant inflatables that people put out for holidays. I think they look cheap, tacky and really dumb.
My fiancée is obsessed with them...
My fiancée is obsessed with them...
I don't even know where I'd start. We have a little man syndrome principal who took over our primary fundraiser - in 2 days it went from the board saying "we are not doing this" to "oh let's do this" and I started asking questions with no answers. Questions like, can I see the contract? What are we committing to? What service is being provided? And getting literal chat gpt nonsense responses. We eventually vote WITHOUT A CONTRACT BEING REVIEWED and of course after the fact half those facts change. I was an absolute no. But they effectively used time pressure on other members. The take is higher. Fees are higher. There's no guarantee (which I forced them to redo to at least protect our ass there). In the end, it turns out the principal signed a contract with this company a week before our board voted whether to move forward. His favorite kiss ass airhead board member yelling at us that we needed to vote yes made so much more sense then. He was also going to pay the deposit and when our treasurer asked in a meeting about whether we needed to reimburse him - he lied and said he knew nothing about a fee. It's literally in the contract with his name on it. So another lie. And an expensive one, because we voted with the idea that the school - not the PTA -was covering the fee. Which was hugely problematic on its own.
I am absolutely seen as the bad guy in this for questioning the principal. Who I've learned is charming to your face but an absolute POS. It's cool. It's great. Par for the course in our district. There is so much more. But that was the most recent, big deal.
Agree with you. One exception: Inflatable Cy at the tailgates are absolutely kosher.
I've had days like that. I just can't do it. It's like playing hooky from school.
I absolutely HATE Halloween.
(the giant inflatables brought me here)
I hated scary horror shows or movies. My big sister delighted in scaring the crap out of me, Lifetime scars. How are scary grotesque looking evil things fun?
The days are shorter. I feels like the sun is going to eventually never come back.
Everything is dying. Turning from lovely green to brown and gray.
Getting colder. The icy chill of winter is coming. I hated that.
I don't ever really care for pumpkin pie.
(the giant inflatables brought me here)
I hated scary horror shows or movies. My big sister delighted in scaring the crap out of me, Lifetime scars. How are scary grotesque looking evil things fun?
The days are shorter. I feels like the sun is going to eventually never come back.
Everything is dying. Turning from lovely green to brown and gray.
Getting colder. The icy chill of winter is coming. I hated that.
I don't ever really care for pumpkin pie.
I love Halloween (and Thanksgiving) but I think it’s mostly because fall is my favorite season and those holidays scream fall. Although I am a wimp when it comes to scary stuff, so it’s mostly young Frankenstein, Charlie Brown Halloween, Clue/knives out/something like that, and reading Victorian ghost stories.
My thing about Halloween is that more places should be like Des Moines (and apparently parts of St. Louis) and have kids tell jokes to get candy
My grand nephews came to the tailgate tour this yr. The 3yr old LOVED Cy followed him around the room multiple times. His mom wanted him stand in front of the inflatable with his little brother, look of not quite terror on his face. LOL. But real Cy could have taken him to the next stop and he would have been happy.
Hanging lights sucks. Inflatable on a timer is easy. You'll learn, young Padawan.
