My very earliest memory is of my dad laying floor tiles in the room he added on to our house. I was between 2 and 3. And it is a short blurry memory.
My earliest memory was asking where the bathroom was more than once, because we moved when I was 3 and I forgot where it was multiple time
Back before Spotify was a thing, we had to download music through very legal means and burn CDs (silver disks you could record music on). I got everyone’s favorite Christmas songs and burned individualized Christmas CDs for them. The mehness when they opened it was overwhelming.
My Daddy worried the grandkids wouldn’t ever remember him. He was particularly bombastic in everything he did.
I told him over and over he was not forgettable.
And so far I’ve been correct. My kids, the two youngest especially remember things he said and did.
OTOH- my own earliest memory was just walking clumsily and getting into a closet and not being able to get out. I couldn’t have been more than 2yo.
No one has any memory of it. My oldest sister says it must’ve been in her room because she was always stuck with me. She also said she may have put me in there on purpose. Explained some things. ![]()
Present that failed: I order Hoodies from a place that does custom lettering. If you catch them they offer mistakes at a cut rate. These are great Hoodies. So I’ve ordered the mistake ones alot. When my son married on his wife’s first birthday with us I ordered her one. (Mainly because she fawned over mine so often) I mindlessly ordered a mistake one. It said “Go Away”. I was mortified. She understood and wore it forever.
I wouldn’t say it totally failed, but this Christmas, my sister sent me a dress that I would love to wear, but it doesn’t fit. She couldn’t wear it because, she says, she’s too skinny. I can’t wear it because I’m too curvy. By her leave, I’m donating it next week, and wondering who can wear it – Barbie?
I can certainly see how that was a mistake by you as a birthday present. Good thing your DIL is a good sport with a sense of humor. That makes a great story.
But I’m wondering how a hoodie with “Go Away” came to be a mistake from the vendor’s POV? What was it supposed to have said? Not that you’d have an answer; it’s just an interesting question. To me.
My brother flew for the Navy back when the USN had a big base and presence in the Philippines. Which area was the source for lots of USN commemorative merch: unit award plaques & trophies, ship’s cruise commemorative coffee cups, t-shirts, etc. Within USN, the Philippines was known as “the land of almost right”. Because even though there were well-established vendors for this merch, somehow something often always went wrong.
Doing one of his side-jobs on the ship he ordered a batch of coffee cups with a pic of the ship and appropriate lettering for all the officers aboard his ship:
For many years after he left the service he was still using the first batch of 2 dozen test cups he’d received happily labeled CVN-70 Cral Vinson. Oops. The corrected reorder for a thousand or so cups for realsies came out OK. But fingers were definitely crossed as the first box of the second shipment was opened.
They do custom orders. Someone probably ordered it to say that. It was a little off center. So a mistake and they sold it as such.
It’s a website called GiantHoodieCo.
(I have one that says “Not today”)
Could’ve just added “He’s mine” underneath . . .
Reading through this thread reminded me of the gift my aunt got me for my high school graduation. Actually, the main gift was a boom box CD player, which was a good gift; I still use it today in fact, if only for the radio function. But she also gave me a handful of CDs to go with it, which I am convinced she picked at random. Most of them were bands I’d never heard of, but one of them was a compilation of disco songs. That one in particular seemed like an odd selection to give a then 18 year old who was born the year after Disco Demolition Night took place.
We don’t exchange Christmas gifts with a lot of people, and all of those we do have known us for years. This was the worst year I can ever remember for gifts I’ve gotten - either I am one of those people who now has everything and I am too hard to buy for, or they’re all just mailing it in. I can’t decide which.
Got Away … possibly ???
or maybe ordered, paid (or not) … and never showed up to pick it up …
My little brother always picks a theme, then gets everyone a related gift. One year it was fire safety and he gave everybody a fire extinguisher for their home. Nice, big ones. He drove from Michigan to Pennsylvania with 28 big fire extinguishers in his car.
Nice gesture, but shortly into the New Year they were part of a massive recall, which made the thoughtful gesture a huge pain in the ass.
A few years ago I also gave everyone smaller fire extinguishers for their kitchen.
This year everyone received a fire blanket and a magnetic hook for their fridge.
I sense a trend here… ![]()
I can imagine somebody who was tired of being bugged by other people in public wanting a hoodie that said “Go Away.” It isn’t aimed at the wearer; it’s aimed at whoever was considering demanding the wearer’s attention.
Yeah, the mistake probably wasn’t that it said “Go away” - more likely wrong size, style color, font or the text wasn’t in the correct place ( too far right , left up or down)
My dad worked for the Post Office (when it was still the P.O.), and he worked swing shift for ages. One of the regular guys who’d come it to check his p.o. box and chit chat with my dad worked for some record company. He’d occasionally give him LPs of new bands that dad’d bring home for us. He never understood why these awful AWful crappy records weren’t loved by us because it’s rock ‘n’ roll, right? It’s all the same, right?
Promotional copies, I’m assuming, that the radio stations didn’t want?
Oh, yeah. And you could really tell why they didn’t want them.
Probably made you wonder how they ever got signed in the first place?
For many years there was a lot of “throw shit against the wall and see what sticks.”
The market (with some payola airplay prompting) will decide which of the 1000 goofballs will be the one-hit wonder while the other 999 are zero-hit non-wonders.