Do you ever lose things? Seems like some people are more prone to lose things than others. The old saying about losing your head if it wasn’t attached was made for Chitter. That girl can’t keep up with nothing!
Both Paul and I used to be bad about losing things –  like the time he drove off with his baseball cleats on top of his car or the time that I literally threw my pocket book under my car (missed the back seat I was aiming for) and drove off.
We were lucky in both instances-the cleats were found along the 4 lane leaving the high school and a dear sweet soul found my purse and called me. The pocket book had my meager check from Catos in it already cashed and ready to spend. When I got the purse back all the money was still there. For anyone who lives in the area-remember the collection of hub caps along highway 141? Those were the folks who found my pocket book.
Paul and I both seemed to have out grown our propensity for losing things, so there’s hope for Chitter.
John Parris has an interesting article about the Old Man losing his lucky buckeye. If a buckeye is carried in your left pocket its supposed to ward off the rheumatism. In the article Parris describes the despair of the Old Man losing his buckeye right when he needed it most during: “…rheumatic weather, chill rain and fog, a time when a’body’s blood gets thin and the miseries set in.” Turns out the buckeye was right where the Old Man left it, on his dresser.
Of course things we lose are always right where we left them…if we only knew where that was!
As I said I don’t lose things as often as I used to, but boy when I do it bugs the living daylights out of me!
A few weeks ago I had a meeting in town, since it was after work I took along my little make-up bag to powder my nose. Once I arrived for the meeting I set inside my car, whipped my make-up brush over my face a few times, and painted my lips as Granny would say. I put everything back in my little zipper bag and laid it in the passenger car seat.
After the meeting I headed for home. Since it was a Friday I never missed my makeup until Monday morning when I was getting ready for work. I thought “Oh I left it in the car I’ll just run get it.”
A hundred car searches later I still can’t find my make-up bag. I haven’t a clue what could have happened to it nor what I could have done with it.
Ever lose things?
Tipper
I don’t forget things. I just have “delayed memory,” where I can just stop thinking about something I’ve misplaced and then find it after relaxing and not worrying about it or getting into a panic. And of course, as Chitter accused her sister, I too have lost my mind…and on many occasions.
I think it’s harder when you live with people that constantly move things around, never leaving things where you put them. Bro Tom doesn’t like clutter, and I’m a pretty bad clutterbug. He thinks he’s pretty funny, telling a friend of ours that I’m constantly writing lists (I am), and then I lose them, start a new one and at the top of the new list is the item “Find Old List.”
When he told me that, I told him sometimes I’ve found my list places I never would have put them which means he’s moving and stashing it there. He denied it of course, but finding packages of noodles where I’d never put them (in the cupboard where canned/jarred goods are stored – in alphabetical order/yep that’s right) tells me at least some times I’m right about my things getting moved from where I put it instead of me losing it.
Maybe someone stole the makeup bag?
God bless.
RB
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Tipper , I often lose right hand gloves in the woods. They are camo so seldom are they seen again. This past spring I lost my favorite pocket knife that has butchered a multitude of wild turkeys for Norma’s big black skillet as well as other things old men do with pocket knives. It had been gone for over 6 months. One morning I pulled a different pair of boots from under the edge of the table where I lay my pocket hunting items. I stuck my foot in the right boot and felt a strange object. There it was . What a warm feeling like meeting an old friend from years ago. I had obviously knocked the knife off the edge of the table in haste. Probably in the morning at 3 AM before the tank of coffee had awakened me sufficiently . I am more careful with that ancient old friend now but I still have an abundance of left hand gloves. Larry Proffitt
Tipper,
One time a few years back we had an item that was “missing in action” It wasn’t lost per say it just didn’t sound it’s alarm when it was notified…We retraced our steps…the big silo where I took a picture of the beautiful red bee-balm…The house on stilts by the river/creek in Cherokee County that had a for sale sign by the side of the road which we drove down the short driveway to take a quick look, and better half had opened his door…Drove all the way back to Brasstown and up the road to John Campbell School gift shop…not there either…but the kind lady let us use her device to signal an alarm, if it possibly could be among the many bowls, weavings, craft books and items…no luck…
So this was the last place to check before going back home over the mountain to Tennessee….
I had almost forgotten about it as I was carrying in a few things from the trip, when my husband said, “Here it is!” Right in the pocket where he had changed before the trip, was the “missing in action” cell phone….
Let me tell you about the time he left his billfold by his tackle on the bank, while fishing and somehow didn’t see it when he grabbed the stringer of fish and headed to the car….The billfold was returned nearly two years later…found by another fisherman….all intact…but a bit damp and muddy!
Thanks Tipper,
PS….I also have a story about my lost needle. It took x-rays and a “don’t see it anywhere in your throat or body” by the doctor to convince me that it didn’t go down! I got home feeling a bit better that I may not? have swallowed the needle that I was holding in my mouth while sewing!
It had to be found, I still wasn’t a believer! I got the flashlight and paraded across the carpet all through the area that I had run toward the bathroom gagging and screaming while my husband looked on in horror at my antics. I had him turn off the lights while I shinned the light to the floor, taking careful steps just in case it was already mashed into the hi-low carpet…Finally, there it was sparkling like a beacon in the light…I picked it up, at a spot just before the carpet changed to hardwood floor…The doctor and x-rays were right…Praise the Lord!
I learned two things from this….DO NOT HOLD NEEDLES IN YOUR MOUTH! Although, I’d been told a hundred times about needles and pins by my Grandmother…(by the way my Mother always did the same thing when hemming something) …..A flashlight makes a good light when dark to hunt shiny objects! ha
I have to comment again on this subject.
Friends of ours have 5 kids and they were traveling once and stopped at a rest area for a bathroom break. In a hurry they loaded back up and hit the road. About 5 miles later one of the kids asked where the oldest boy was. Sudden panic and then the realization that they had left the boy at the rest stop. He was fine when they got back to him but a little scared as well. True story!
PS. Sorry about the misspellings in the first comment. Sometimes my fingers get ahead of my brain : ) I really should proof read before I post not after!
Tipper,
Today, Donna Lynn was asking folks to call in and request something on the Party Line. When she answered my call, I asked her “How ya doin?” (trying out my Jersey accent like Joey on “Friends”) She giggled a bit and asked what I wanted to hear from The Pressley Girls. I said if she had time, to play “Rock of Ages” with their Uncle Paul singing with them. It’s #13 on the Playlist. Just Wonderful…Ken
LOL! ALWAYS loosing my glasses, “Now where did I leave my eyes?” And 9 times outa 10, they are laying there “right under my nose”, and “If they’d been a snake, they’d have bit me!”
I am bad to lose knives. I lost several pocket knives at work. One time I lost one of my favorites and spent a long time looking for it. One of the ladies I worked with, after I came by the 3rd or 4th time, asked “Are you still looking for your knife?” Since I was born with a propensity for sarcasm I answered, “No, I found it a long time ago. I just liked looking so much, I kept right on going!”
I lost my favorite paring knife here at home. It was one I had customized to fit my hand perfectly. Nobody else here ever used it. I always kept it in my computer desk drawer with my whittling knives. When I went to get it, it wasn’t there. I looked in there a dozen times plus all over the house and even outside a few times. So, I went to the store where I found it. Of course they didn’t sell them any more. I hunted everywhere until I found one almost like it and customized it too. I got it almost as good as the first one. I decided to put it in the place I had always kept the old one. When I opened the drawer to put it in, there sat the old one. It was laying there with the sharp edge turned up. It’s a wonder I hadn’t cut myself all to pieces on it as many times as I dug through that drawer looking for it.
Tipper,
I recon losing things is just one of those “human” things that happen to us all. My youngest daughter use to be the world’s worst at losing her stuff. I bet she’s lost more pocketbooks than most and Lord knows how many times she’s locked her keys in the car. Now that she’s got 4 girls raised, maybe things will get better. I love both my girls, and the oldest one never loses anything…Ken
Tipper I say too the item misplaced is where I left it last! It’s finding the last place is another thing! My sweet aunt Carrie who’s in heaven now always said make a place for something always return your item after you use it just put it back in the place reserved for that item. So how many times are we too busy to put it back in its place? That’s the key put an item in one place and return the item and return to its proper place. My aunt Carrie had it down to an art form. I’m trying but I get too BUSY? to return it. I’m purging my home now and ten years from now I’ll let you know how I’m doing! Ha!
Carol R.
I put things in a safe place, then when I need it I can’t remember where I put it!
I started using a little leather backpack-type bag so I would stop leaving a pocketbook in random places when I needed both hands free. I’ve had the same bag – found at a thrift shop, very well made – for maybe 15 years now, so it works really well! Except for that one time I loaded the groceries into my car at WalMart and drove off, leaving the backpack in the shopping cart. Luckily, just a couple of miles down the road I reached over to the bag for a handkerchief, realized the bag wasn’t in the car, and FLEW back down the road. When I got to the parking lot, there were three male employees gathered around a cart, peering into my little leather backpack like it was some kind of alien gadget. I suggested they check my driver’s license to be sure I was the rightful owner, but instead, one of them just gingerly picked up the bag and handed it to me. I had to wonder what made three grown men leery of a pocketbook!
Since that day, I wear it even while I’m in the store, take it off at the register and put it back on as soon as I’ve paid for purchases. And when I get to the car, the first thing I do is toss it across to the passenger seat even before loading the groceries. I still recall that awful feeling of reaching over and finding no bag!
Ummmmummm ummm. YES. Bein the poster boy for ADHD; all the time. But the universe with it’ grand sense of humor sent me a Pointer Coon Dog mix, a hunting dog with ADD as the book describes it to mirror the master. A good trainer he is. Course other than me he doesn’t have a lot to keep track of.
And yes the best way to find things is to remember what you did with them ad i have found the best way to get those juices flowing is to quit looking and start straightening up and pretty soon the thing or the memory of what i did with it pops right up.
We all misplace or lose things from time to time and it is VERY ANNOYING! Losing your makeup bag, now that’s a biggie!!! A girl has got to have her makeup. Of course my daughters would disagree with me. They use very little makeup if any. Times have changed.
Pam
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I have lost things for sure but my wife is the queen of lost things. Most of the time the items are easily found after I go on a search and recovery mission.
Once we went to South Carolina to visit her mom. She had a folder she took along to work on for an important meeting on Monday morning. We got within 30 minutes from home and I heard the words, ” Have you seen my folder?” Well, we made a u-turn and drove two and a half hours back to SC to retrieve it. Not a big deal since we didn’t have kids then and we had time to burn.
We were coming back from Oklahoma and stopped at a Cracker Barrell near Little Rock, Arkansas. We sat outside in their rocking chairs for bit before resuming the drive. We got to Nashville and once again, ” Have you seen my purse?” It was left hanging on the back of a rocking chair in Arkansas. She called the store and sure enough some kind sole had found it and turned it in and it was locked up in their safe. I have a new respect for the Cracker Barrell company. They shipped it to the Cracker Barrell 15 minutes from our house at the time and for no charge at all.
Now if we are too far from home I do an inventory check before leaving.
Don’t get me wrong, my wife a very smart and wonderful woman. She has to put up with me and two boys so she deserves a medal for that! I would be lost without her so I’m content looking for the lost with her!!
The things we lose are always in the last place we look for them. Go there first
Ever lose things? – yeah! – especially when I’m overtired!
My youngest was a newborn. The other two had just turned 2 & 3. It was one of the first times since baby was born that I had gone shopping. We were out of everything!. We were new in town and I didn’t have anyone to help with the kids.
When we got home I had 3 hungry, fussy, sleepy kids so I put finger food out for the older two and nursed the little one while I put away the cold stuff then sat down while all finished their meal – the car was in the shade – it was January – even in Texas the rest could wait.
(There were a lot of groceries. Growing up in the country, and having been a military wife whose PX was a good distance away, I’d learned to shop a month at a time to save gas and time.)
After tucking the kids in for their naps, I finished putting away the groceries thinking there had to be a better way.
A few days later I’m looking for my clutch billfold (I carried it in the diaper bag instead of carrying a purse at that time – I’d given up on refreshing make-up, or anything else for that matter. . . . A week later I’m still looking for my clutch. A few weeks later I’m sending letters to the two credit card companies to cancel our credit cards and I’ve alerted the bank to watch our checking account.
Over a month later I’m preparing supper and there it is – in the back, right, bottom corner of the freezer.
To this day someone still brings up the time I “froze our assets”.
When my girls lived at home, they would lose their car keys and accuse me of moving them. Finding something in my youngest daughter’s room was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Nothing is more aggravating than spending time looking for something you lost or misplaced, especially at tax time.
I lose things all the time, but two things I lose really bug me – my car keys and my shoes! It usually happens when I am in a hurry or my husband is waiting for me. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I don’t often lose things but I do sometimes forget where I put something. It’s very exasperating to forget where I put something that I now need to find. It makes me feel old and forgetful. I have, however, found a little trick that helps. If I can’t find something I stop and say “if I had that in my hand now, where would I put it?” That works a surprisingly often.
Good luck with the makeup bag, it’s there, somewhere!
Yes, and it is annoying to find that lost object right under our nose after u have replaced it. I’ve found getting organized can cut down on losses tremendously. I have almost become OCD preventing losing things. A place for everything sure helps, as I have a container for keys, a certain place for purse, cell phone left in glove box when out and about If we know our own habits, it is much easier to find things. With that said I get on my own nerves trying to control the chaos of life.
My granddaughter also loves to come in and organize the house to give a more organized appearance. I keep telling her would rather spend my later years with all my messy hobbies than to spend It organizing. I spend hours hunting things after each visit, but granddaughters are just so cute they can do whatever.
If I lose something, I am always amazed at how well a prayer works!
Seems more frequent than ever in my life. Signs of getting older I quess, there is not enough room on this page for all the tales.. Our Daughter bless her heart with all the health problems she has, she can keep up with more, we find ourselves asking her where something is quit often, if she’s in the room with you and you lay it down and cannot find it later, you just ask her, and she’ll nod in the direction it is, and sure enough there it will be..
“Losing is the name of the game!” And as one grows older, it seems, (unlike Tipper and Paul whose ‘losing’ things improved with age–maybe–nothwithstanding Tipper’s makeup kit), to lose something becomes more frequent. One of the great losses was my high school class ring. I had not worn it in many years, had it safely “stashed” away in a jewelry box where I kept it. But, ready to attend my 50th high school class reunion, I thought I would wear the ring and maybe find occasion to talk about when we received those wonderful rings with some of my high school classmates. But alas! I never got to the class reunion with the ring–nor have I seen it since. I should have put it on a chain and worn it around my neck! Maybe then it would not have “slipped off”–evidently unnoticed by me!
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Tipper–Although honesty compels me to acknowledge that I sometimes lose things, I’d prefer to think of it from the Daniel Boone perspective. I don’t lose things–I just temporarily misplace them.
The reason I link this propensity (that’s a mighty fine $10 word you threw in, by the way, so I’ll borrow it) for things going missing to what Boone purportedly said when someone asked him if he had ever been lost. “No,” he replied, “but I was once temporarily misplaced for three weeks.”
Jim Casada