Just old or insane?

lol meezers!

Too funny, lol lol, the other day, 3 phones in the house, could'nt find one to answer!!!!!!!!! I didn't know where I put the original, so picked up the other and on and on, You know, My DH is wondering about me lately, har har

I find it amazing that one part of the brain will put the shovel away, or lay down are car key; ect; and then won't tell the rest of the brain it's secret. It's like one part of the brain must be laughing at the other part as you walk around in a daze looking for the "lost" object; or trying to retrive the lost word or name. And you know darn well, there's a war of wills going on inside your brain!
Going out to feed the fish, i think.
Jo

Howie once told me, "I was looking for the {object I can't remember}, and thought to myself 'where's the last place I would ever think to put that?'. Then I found it, in the fish tank stand." Guess we'd had company coming over, and I had squirreled whatever it was he sought away in that convenient cubby.

Great thread....I was reading it yesterday, but misplaced it till just now. :-)
"Of all the things I've lost in Life.....I miss my mind the most"

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SacValley is that your shovel leaning against the screen door

Wait until you get 65 if you think you have problems now, then you can't find the shovel or the dog.

Boy I can relate..most the time I feel I am losing my mind and this definitely is the forum for me..Between home and school I don't know where I am most of the time, and I definitely blame my hubby for all my lost items, since he hates clutter and if I leave something out so I will know where it is he will go behind me and hide it...He's such a perfectionist and I am NOT...haha
At least I am not alone thanks you all...My mom use to tell us as kids walk backward and you will find what you lost but most of the time I can't remember to walk backwards...

Does it make y'all feel better that I'm only 27 and can relate?! Maybe not b/c it lends more credibility to the "insane" over the "age" logic. :) Someone on my garden club site has a saying in her signature line that I just LOVE- "organized people rarely experience the thrill of finally finding something." Ha! Jamie

At least we can hide our own Easter eggs...

Dog? We have a dog?? Oh, you meant . . . . . . . .errrrrrrrrrrrrrr...never mind.

Wanna know what's worse? Looking high and low for something, giving up and then finding it later when you are looking for something else, telling yourself that NOW you'll remember where it was next time you need it. No. You won't. Incidentally, smacking yourself in the head with your hand will not help.

Just out of curiosity Meezer... do you happen to have Siamese cats? Just curious b/c of your screen name. :) Oh, feel free to go check around the house and make sure before you answer.... since we know how the memories are around here! LOL! Jamie

Jamie your a hoot! "feel free to check around the house......before you answer" TO funny!!!

Wow, I'm not alone! Darius, I just found those keys to the liquor cabinet (that I hid from my teenagers when I was out of town) this weekend. Put them in a coffee mug in the cabinet (since my teenagers would never make coffee at home). I have been looking for them since June! Did you ever find that $100 bill? You guys have had me laughing out loud here at work! I'm going to get in trouble and I won't even remember what for!
Terrie

Yep, I'm a funny, funny girl. Ha! True story- a couple of weeks ago I was wondering around the house looking in each room, one by one. Finally my husband asked me what I was looking for. I said I couldn't find Apollo.... that would be my 140 pound Great Dane!!! The dog had been outside with me and I swore that I remembered him following me in. DH asked how one loses a 140 pound dog... then remembered who he was talking to. Turns out the dog, who is a harlequin (white w/ black & gray splotches) was lying on the bed in my guest room which has a black and white bedspread. So yes, I looked right at him all camouflaged and didn't see him. Does that make me blind too?! :)

trunnels, I have been looking for that $100 bill for 10 years, LOL. (Probably went out overlooked in a yard sale book. Or, could still be in a book I haven't cracked in 10 years.)

Things I have merely "lost" show up. Things I put in "a safe place" never do.

Boy, I had an eye opening weekend this past Sat. and Sun. Since I have just quit smoking, I didn't want to go outside (it was raining anyway) because that's where I smoke. So, I tried to keep myself busy by cleaning out medicine cabinets, my closet, drawers, etc. I found so many things that I didn't even know I was missing! I don't know why I just stick something somewhere to get it out of the way. I would never look in that place to find it so why did I put it there?

Matter over Mind?

Dryer lint in your gray matter?

Nah, I cull all the dryer lint to start fires in my woodstove. Can't be any in my swiss-cheese mind.

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Well, I have a 'safe place' problem right now and it's kinda serious. I have a letter from the INS that I have to respond to by Oct. 20 or my legal alien status may be revoked and do you think I can remember where I put that letter? I'm starting to get really nervous about it and my DH is nagging me everytime he comes in the house, "did you find that letter yet?"

Anybody wanna come help me look? I've checked all the usual 'safe places' so far and because this is very important, I apparently found a much safer place! I may have a house cleaned from top to bottom by the 20th - just as long as I find that letter!!!!!!!! :(

OMG, Magpye ~ that's a good one!

kooger -- if your house is clean, and you still don't find it, you can come and hide at my house!!

Laura, that's a serious mis-placement! Good Luck, Gal. Any way to get a duplicate?

Where are you from to be an "alien"??

Canada - don't know if I can get a duplicate. Said this letter MUST accompany....yadda, yadda, yadda.... That'll be something I'll check out next week if I haven't found it by then. The goofy thing is it's an INS screw-up because I did the renewal last spring. Now this letter comes in Aug. that there's not enough proof for my application to be favorably reviewed. And I've been here 27 years? grrrrrrrr!!!! Seems like they mislaid the paperwork I did for the renewal - prints, pics, etc. and that's what they're missing now.

Moby, Thanks, If I have to go to the INS in Omaha, you're not much farther!! :) I'm still smiling about it now but I am getting a bit more nervous everyday!

Jotting down notes has become a necessity,but when one forgets to take the notebook along then any scrap of paper has to do."important notes" on scraps of paper have to be removed from pockets and placed in secure locations for later reference.'Secure locations' must self-destruct 'cause I can never find them a second time.

At least we can hide our own Easter eggs... -- Moby, you made me crow with laughter here!

We have a box. When something important comes into the house, it is filed alphabetically by company name. It has two parts: needs money and doesn't need money.

Outside the box is your basic primordial soup. It is an inscrutable, living, jostling mass flowing over more surfaces than I have the nerve to describe here, and it used to be fueled by "safe places".

No more. There is one "safe place" in this house, and it is that cottonpickin' box. I have been trying to cure my sweet, gentle DH of the "safe place" habit with this box, and Wintermoor's portrait of his "SWMBO" has kept us laughing.

The box has a maintenance tool: the shredder, which makes occasional sorties into the primordial soup, which in turn has its own special tool: plastic, handled grocery bags. I am thinking of false bottoms in wintering flower pots...

whats a safe place???? if i put something in a safe place it becomes a lost place. i hate it and whats worse i am not organized. i think if i was i would be lost!!!

i hate going to a grocery store or store with out a list. i hate getting there knowing i need to buy that one importatnt thing and then going home without it after walking the store several times trying to rember what it was. then once i put the key in the dang doorknob remebering what it was i needed.

i am only 32 here .

shoot i misplace threads here. if it wasnt for the watch button i wouldnt find some.

you ever realize the things you want to get lost never ever do. no matter how hard you try they stick like glue!!!



Kooger ask for a replacement. I hope you find it though. Look in the car and the glove box. good luck

A safe place is near the middle of the floor where you have to trip over it when coming through the door with the day's mail. LOL

Amen to that!!

Krooger look on top of the TV, that is where I lay mail and sometimes forget it's there untill I dust, cause I can't see it sitting here at DG
ooops you said you cleaned the house, in that case check your pocketbook, ya must have put it there so you wouldn't forget to take it

I was already laughing and snorting out loud from reading the posts here when I ran across this, "If I conceal my violent tendencies, they might let me dig in the dirt of the window box with a spoon. And if I lose the spoon there are nurses to find it for me!" The visual on that was too much for my feeble mind and I now have pop all down the front of me that percolated out of my nose.

And if those comments weren't bad enough... this really did me in, "At least we can hide our own Easter eggs..." and the woman who walked right past her Harlequin Dane in the middle of the bed was a classic.

They closed the state funded mental institution here quite a few years ago so there is no place to run and seek shelter. I was rather liking the idea of no pets, no kids, nice clean clothes, linens, toilets cleaned by somebody other than me, prepared food, and plastic spoons to dig in the dirt with.

But no DG in the mental hospital... we would be writing on the tv screen with our Crayons thinking we were "online." :) Jamie (who lost her harlequine).

OMG, I love this thread! Mags, you are too funny and Equilibrium, I snorted coffee out of my nose yesterday reading this thread! My husband is so funny about reminders. No matter what it is that he has to remember, he puts something (anything, could be a boot, magazine or pill bottle) in the floor where he will step over it to remind him. But most of the time, he doesn't remember what he was reminding himself of! I lose things all the time and I use to blame my husband or the kids and bug them to death about it. Then I will find the things I lost and have to apologize to them. I have learned my lesson and when I miss things now, I keep my mouth shut or just ask them if they have seen whatever it is that I lost. Tired of eating crow!

Can anyone tell me where I put my birth certificate??? Oh, yeah - must be with "the important papers". (You mean all those stacks and stack of papers everywhere AREN'T important?)

Geez - how can you lose a Birth Certificate???

I think it ran away with my INS letter - as in the dish ran away with the spoon!

Laura who is getting a stiff neck waiting for the next available person at the INS - at least they don't keep you wondering (approx. 20 mins.!)

Birth certificate... how about a marriage certificate. I've been missing that for years. Does this get me off the hook? Are these children figments of my imagination based on a non existent marriage?

Here's a classic morning. I rush to get them fed and nag them to get a jacket as it is cold this morning. I run around like a chicken with my head cut off looking for car keys that are in my hand. I sit down to think and I hear MARRRARE. Shoot, cat snuggled in sleeping peacefully under throw blanket until I sat on her to try to figure out where car keys were which I then discover were in my hands as they went flying when I sat on the cat tripping over the Blue Merle Great Dane that blended into the mottled gray carpet that wasn't underfoot a moment ago. Get kids in car wearing jackets and while backing out we hear crash. Yup, another coffee cup forgotten on the roof of the car has bitten the dust but it will have good company when it is added to the pile of other smashed ceramic accumulating from other times I forgot the coffee mug on the roof of car and took off. Get half way to school and realize one child has no shoes. When questioned he claims, "But Mom... you forgot to tell me I needed shoes". Carry that little sucker in and ask teacher if he can wear gym shoes for the day. Teacher says I look tired. Told her I wasn't feeling any different than any other day. While driving home, I notice I have no make up on. At my age, you need that make up to look some semblance of presentable. I write on my hand to put make up on so I don't scare people into thinking I have some sort of an incurable disease. That's when I notice the low air pressure light is on. Must be a slow leak in a tire from driving over broken shards of ceramic. The big question is, will I remember to get those shards of glass or will I end up with more than one tire to repair? I write note on my hand before picking up the phone to sweep of broken mugs while picking up phone. Hubby calling that he forgot his cell phone and could I please bring it to him on my way to work. Sure, I've got nothing better to do. Now if he could only remember where he left it. The search is on! So far have found two pairs of scissors but no phone.

Yes, the insane asylum with the little plastic spoons does have a certain magnetic appeal on mornings like this.