Where Am I?

While Patrick was in speech therapy this morning I typed up a little entry on my pocket PC (oh how I heart my pocket PC - it is adorable.) The gist of the post was that the Lupron injections continue, and that Lupron does not seem to be having any adverse effect upon me. I have heard stories of crushing Lupron headaches and spacey Lupron forgetfulness but so far I have been headache-free and sharp as a pointy monkey. OK, I didn't say it was a RIVETING entry or anything, I am just telling you what I wrote.

So I finished writing it and Patrick came back downstairs and I got his coat on and my coat on and tucked my super-fun gadget back into my purse and I groped around in there for my car keys. Which I could not find. Then I tried my coat pockets and my jeans pockets and looked under the chair that I had been sitting in and went through my purse six more times. No keys- they had apparently vanished. I even looked in Patrick's pockets, which was patently absurd as they are the size of the interior of an almond shell and what, did I think I had handed the car keys to the boy and asked him to hold on to them? That would be silly.

As it is three degrees here today, I left Patrick in the lobby with another mom (he clutched Bear and looked scared- I felt terrible) and raced out to the car to see if I had left the keys in there.

I had.

In the ignition.

But no worries!

No fear that we could have been locked out, because I had also left the driver's side door WIDE OPEN.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I am officially taking bets on whether I can manage to get even one-tenth of what needs to be done before we go to DC, done. I am now writing down everything as it occurs to me (116. Bring cabinet safety latches; 117. Tell house-sitter where cat food is; 118. Bring needles)

Once, many years ago and it is quite likely that I was drunk at the time, I put my apartment keys into a brown paper bag and put them in the freezer and then I left the container of Breyer's Mint Chocolate Chip icecream on the table next to the front door. My roommate pieced together the evidence and found my keys, otherwise I would still be sitting on the front steps in Baltimore.

I feel a headache looming (grrrrrrrrr) and it makes me happy when we all share (do you like how I am trying to guilt you into this?) so tell me your most absent-minded moment.

Oh, and thank you for not stealing my car.   

Comments

[kt]

Ha. Ha! HA!

When we were moving, my girlfriend stowed the U-haul keys in the freezer in the totally empty new apartment right after we arrived. There was no evidence to piece together, and she was not drunk, so I don't know what to say about that. What was great was that when we were frantically searching for them, she CHECKED the freezer, remarking that there was obviously no reason for them to be in there, and didn't even SEE them. I found them there, in the freezer door-shelf, later on.

I have no absent-minded moments of my own, naturally. UHHHHHHH...

[Laura]

You might not ever kidnap an elderly couple, but you could conceivably forget where you had placed them.

[Nicole]

Delurking to share:
Shortly after son #2 was born, I joined a friend and her baby for coffee. We wrangled both older kids into chairs, I plied my toddler with treats to entice him to stay in his chair, I collected my drink and ensured it was well out of the reach of the kids, I arranged all our jackets and baby gear, and sat down. And panicked--where was my baby?
He was asleep in the carrier, on the floor on the opposite side of the table, where I had set him down while helping my toddler to his chair. I just couldn't see him from where I sat. For a heartstopping moment, I thought I'd left him outside/someone had picked him up and wandered off/all manner of Terrible Things. I was relieved to find that I was just a spacey dolt.

[Tonya]

Yeah, thank God you've avoided those spacey Lupron forgetfulness episodes. I'm not going to lie to you, that was damn funny.

[Ninotchka]

When Natalie was about 4, Guy went out of town on business. He was the one that drove her to preschool every morning but in his absence I had to do the job. We arrived at school without incident and when I opened her door, she was not wearing shoes.
"Natalie WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES?"
"I dunno."

Close the door. Get back in car. Drive to nearest Target. Carry shoe-less wonder in. Purchase new sneaks. Back to school we went.

Thank you, thank you very much.

[SarahA]

I once threw my car keys away. At work. But I didn't figure out where they had gone until much later, when the trash was looooong gone. So I was stranded. My husband had to come get me. And to top it off, it was one of those fancy-schmancy, electronically coded keys which cost $150 to replace. $150! FOR ONE KEY. Not to mention the keychain with the automatic lock/panic buttons, which I never did replace.

Unfortunately, no Lupron was involved. I was just that spacey.

[Blue]

I have too many to count.
I stood next to my boss quizically studying the overflowing drain in the yogurt shop where I worked and then proceded to dump the 5-gallon bucket of water I was holding down the sink which lead to that exact drain.
My boyfriend's car battery was dead and he needed a jump. I didn't want to walk all the way back to my dorm to ask my friend to help him out so I told my boyfriend to give me a ride over...in the dead car. (That one might have been during my 6 months on Lupron, at least that is the story I am sticking to.)
My girlfriend and I spent hours one night (in high school) drafting a letter in which she broke up with her boyfriend. She would write and I would edit. We finally got it exactly right. She sent it to him and the relationship came to a screeching halt. A couple days later she called and said she found the "final copy" in her bedroom. We sent him the one with all the editing and commentary srawled all over it. Oops.
My only excuse is that I am a natural blonde.

[Jennifer]

I once locked my keys in my car. In the ignition. With the car running. At a drive-through ATM. With four cars in line behind me. I had rolled down the window only to realize that I wasn't close enough, so I stepped out...

Then there was the time just after I had my first baby: A friend was coming to visit for a few days and I was due to pick her up at the airport. After warming up the car, I placed the carefully bundled (but not too bundled) tiny baby in her seat. Then I made several trips in and out of the house as I thought of useless items that I was certain the child would need on the 40-minute round trip. Finally, I locked the house and tried to get in the car. Unfortunately, my cautious preparation had included incarcerating said infant in my automobile. I stood there helplessly, realizing that I was utterly inacapable of raising this newborn into adulthood. After considering my options, I broke the dining room window with an axe from our shed, grabbed a spare set of keys, and left for the airport. Remember that SNL skit with the woman in her housecoat and hair rollers on her front porch? You know, the one where she would throw stuff back at neighborhood kids if it landed on her property? We lived on that very street in South Jersey and I just drove away. Gaping hole, busted glass, axe, and all.

[EJ]

I found while blog hopping/surfing and had to add in my story:

This is an ongoing thing for me. I make a pizza for dinner for me my little girl. I leave the oven on and the back door unlocked all night long (and sometimes more then one or even two days). My explanation? When the house burns down the firemen won't have to break the door down to get in.

Not blonde, not on medication, its ALL me!

Great post!!!

[Summer]

I really don't know what my most absent-minded moment was, because any evidence of absent-mindedness is always blamed on the husband. The one incident that springs to mind took place when I was pregnant with Dorian. It was summertime, and I made myself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I put the milk away, put the cereal away, back on top of the fridge where we kept our cereal boxes. A few hours later I discovered the item on top of the fridge was, you guessed it, the gallon of milk, now nicely curdled after a morning in our hot kitchen. I stormed upstairs (cause those pregnancy hormones make you cranky as well as stupid) and cussed Vince out for leaving the milk on top of the fridge, and he reminded me that I'd slept in, and thus had been the last person to use the milk. Oopsie. The Frosted Mini-Wheats were none the worse for their confinement in the fridge, and the spoiled milk I made into paneer. That's a happy ending, right?

[Jennifer]

Oh yeah. Once, I was at an indoor playground with a friend and her kids. I suddenly got a very panicky feeling when I realized that I had lost sight of my young toddler. My eyes darting desperately, tension filling my stomach, I asked my friend, "Do you see Carolyn? She was just there, but I don't see her anywhere. Wher-" The other woman interrupted me and pointed to my lap. I looked down to see my sweet baby, mouth crammed full of my breast, right where I had left her.

[Her Ladyship]

One time, some damn fundraiser came to the door when I was in the process of getting ready to go out. I answered the door, all set to go (makeup, money in my pocket, dressed) minus shoes. Unfortunately - can you see where this is going? - my door slammed behind me, leaving me shoeless and keyless. And definitely not about to give anyone any money. I had to walk to Payless Shoes barefoot, only to find out they had just closed. So I got a cab - thank god I had money in my pocket - and went to the nearest shoe store. Where the salesperson asked me if I wanted to wear the shoes out of there. Jackass. The best part? I was late for my first meeting with my Little Sister (you know, one of those organizations where a "responsible" older person shows a feckless youth the error of their ways? in my case, not so much).

[Melissa R]

Thinking my car was out of gas I walked in a downpour over a mile to a gas station to purchase a gas can and gas. Walked back to car to put in gas. Wouldn't start. Called a friend to come get me. Upon opening my trunk to put my newly purchased gas can in I see my old empty gas can and an umbrella! I was soaked and out money for a gas can for nothing.

[Mandy]

My husband was practicing with his band one evening when I decided to go shopping. I was about 3 blocks from the house when I realized I had no idea where my house keys were. I knew I'd taken them with me because I always lock the front door of the house when leaving, even when the band is practicing, because they would never hear someone walking in the front door.

I checked my pockets, purse, passenger seat. Was still completely stumped 5 miles from the house. It was not until I thought "what do I NORMALLY do with the keys when I leave the house?" that it occurred to me that the house key was on my key ring. The same key ring attached to the key in. the. ignition.

Yeah.

[Karen]

1) Ever forgotten to latch the handle on the baby carrier and then wandered around the mall that way? Yeah. After a while we wondered why people were looking at us so oddly. Well, Cassady's handle had flipped up and he was riding face forward hanging against the harness while we shopped...good parenting.
2) Even worse than the keys in the car and the door open? How about the baby and the keys in the car while it's running...locked...in the middle of the aisle in the parking lot...in a driving snowstorm...stopping all traffic until the police arrive. In my defense some guy hit me (barely) and I leapt out to see the damage (none) and must have locked it behind me for safety from...who knows. Even better, I was blocking approach to the drive-up Starbucks, think caffeine deprived lunatics backing up behind you in a snowstorm.

[jenn]

no baby, no Lupron involved, and this is only my most recent moment. yesterday I spent much of the morning revising a chunk of a dissertation chapter. I finished up the (painful and painstaking) revisions just in time to make it to a refreshing lunchtime yoga class. Except for the part where as I tidied up the desktop and got rid of stray documents, I accidentally deleted my. whole. morning's. work. (no, for real. all gone.) And then I rushed off to yoga anyway (what the hell) and discovered I'd misread the schedule and was an hour late.

[SarahB]

I’m sure I’ve got tons more of funny forgetful moments, but, of course, I cannot remember most of them. Some non-hormone-induced incidents that do come to mind include when I left my cell phone at home in the refrigerator, only to be discovered by my husband who called it trying to find it for me. I’ve also locked my keys in the car while it was running. Fortunately the friend I was talking to at the time hadn’t driven off yet, and was able to drive me home so I could get the master key for my apartment, get my spare car key, and drive me back to my car.

[Lori]

too many to mention:
locked keys in car when pumping gas.
left boiling water on stove and went to work.
in shopping mall, loaded baby in car seat, loaded stroller in trunk, started to back up and realized I'd left the back door open.

[Tundragirl]

You're in the upper midwest, right? In winter, you're expected to leave your keys in the ignition and the door unlocked; most people were probably just wondering why you didn't leave the engine running.

[Joan]

Okay I have many, many stories but here are the most recent.

I took a shower when I got out and tried to comb my hair and noticed that it was hard to get the comb through. So I cautiously stuck my hand up to feel it and low and behold I had NOT rinsed the conditioner out.

How about opening the cabinet to get a glass and seeing the tub of butter sitting there.

One more....leaving the house with 2 small children, diaper bags, backpacks, keys in hand and getting to work and realizing that I had left my purse sitting at home.

I could go on but I won't.

[Deborah]

During my last lupron-induced stupor, I left the house with a pantyliner stuck to the back of my jeans. The really sad thing is...no one pointed it out to me. Discovered it on my own about two hours later.

[Libby]

Oh finally something I am an expert at! I am the queen of spacey and unfortunatelly I can't blame it on anything. I am a)not blond and b)not on lupron. I have two that come to mind, one funny and one not funny at all:

1. I wear contacts. But I am anal about taking them out at night to clean them overnight. One morning, I woke up and when I looked at the clock I was shocked that I could actually see the time. I looked around and again, I did not have to squint to be able to make out things. I bolt out of bed and start running around the house looking a things and I start shouting: I can see, I am cured! It's a miracle!! It then occurs to me that maybe I did not take my contacts out the night before, so I go the the bathroom and look in the mirror, but no, no contacts. I keep dancing in glee, looking out the window and declaring it a miracle for a little while longer until my husband insists that I check again that I don't have my contacts in. I check again and yeah, I had my contacts in all along. I don't know why I did not see them when I check the first time. I am blaming it on hormones because I had giving birth like two weeks before that.

2. I am driving to an office I work out of once a week. I space out and miss the exit. Call my husband to get directions, since I cannot recognize anything. While on the phone, trying to fond my way, I get in an accident. I rear end a guy. Its bad. Nobody is hurt but my car is totaled. When I relaized where I am, I come to the awful conclusion that I spaced out for like 15 minutes while I was driving. That is scary.

[Laurie]

I have adult ADD so it's just custom around our house to find half done things. I'll be getting out the broom to do something and remember that I need to take a vitamin and leave the broom in the middle of the kitchen floor and then remember I need to water the plants and leave the vitamins on the balcony...the list goes on and on...it's fun.

[Danielle]

In high school, half awake in the morning, I would often put the milk in the pantry and the cereal box in the fridge.

In high school again, a couple of times I went out to catch the bus around 3:30-4:00am instead of 7:30am. I set my alarm wrong and since it was wintertime, darkness was totally normal. The lack of traffic wasn't!

Another time, I set my alarm for 11:00pm instead of 6:30am. I got up, got dressed and went down to eat my cereal. My dad was still up and asked me what I was doing. Having breakfast of course was my answer! He said ok and left. The next day, I asked him why he didn't tell me it was 11:00pm and his response was that he tought it was just another one of my eccentricities... like trying to gain some time!

[Toni]

My family has this condition - very rare - that we have no short term memory (not a real condition - but everyone seems to have it).

I've left the keys in the ignition - with the car running - and locked the doors. Radio was on full blast. Explain that to your husband.

Or how about the time that I pulled chocolate out of the fridge, only to put it on top of the fridge and forget about it - for a month. And wonder where it went.

Or the time that I went back to my house THREE TIMES b/c I couldn't remember (after I drove away) if I really closed the garage door.

Or the time I went to Target and left the bags at the counter - DROVE HOME - and then tried to figure out where they were.

I'm surprised that I have not left my daughter anywhere...not that I haven't tried.

[Laura K.]

We were in Chicago and left our door wide open - on a side street in Wicker Park. Thankfully some woman who lived in the house we parked in front of apparently felt sorry enough for us to close the car door. She saw us when we went to leave on Sunday and told us about it. I was glad she was so nice!

[Scully]

I'm glad your car wasn't stolen.

Before we changed the access arrangement, my son used to stay with me two nights out of the week. As the ex often screwed around with the schedule, sometimes I would have my son with me one night per week for several weeks and then two or three nights a week for several weeks. It was several years before I could get him to stick to a schedule. I was also working at horrible job for just above minimum wage which entailed getting up really early to be able to get my son to daycare and me to the office on time. I was perpetually tired and I tended to forget to do things.

Little things, like forgetting to turn off the lights before I left for work. Leaving the milk out of the fridge overnight. Forgetting I had no nylons without runs left to wear to work and having to wear the same pair of slacks several days in a row.

But then it got worse. I got up for work one morning. I made breakfast. I took a shower. I put on my makeup. I blow dryed my hair. I remembered to buy a new pair of nylons and I got dressed. I remembered to put the milk in the fridge. And I remembered to turn off all the lights before I shut and locked my door.

And then I walked across the street to the train station and then for someone unknown reason remembered that my four year old son was still in his bed, in my apartment, asleep.

I am a very bad mother.

[Muppet]

I've done lots of non-drug-related, ridiculously absent-minded things. But, um ... I can't remember any of them. Really, I can't. :)

[Julie]

When I was pregnant for my 2nd child, my daughter and I went to Wal-Mart and then to get groceries at the store right next door to Wal-Mart. I had decided to leave the car, which was new, parked at Wal-Mart and go to Scott's and get groceries and just walk. Went and did all that and then when we went to leave, walked over to where the car had been parked and it was GONE! I knew exactly where I had parked b/c there was a snapple tea bottle right by the spot! The bottle was there, but my new car was gone. I cried and my daughter was upset and I called my husband in tears telling him someone had stolen the car and I had a cart full of groceries, was 7.5 months pregnant and a 6 year old daughter there who suddently started aruging with me that I had moved the car before we went into Scotts. I knew I had not and we stood arguing and my poor husband was on the phone and he was telling me to call the cops and then he said, "Just let her show you where she thinks you parked". So, I trudge around behind her, still in tears, upset that I was following her b/c I KNEW I had not moved the car! Lo and Behold, there was my new car, at Scott's in the Parking lot, right where she said we had parked. I also currently have 5 children. We tend to forget the 5 year old at family members'houses all the time! We also left my 11 year old at a gas station one time while traveling. As we were pulling away and started down the road, I saw him run out waving his hands. LOL.

[Jenn (the one with Sam)]

Not sure if this counts as it's more stupidy that absentmindedness -- but I once was in a huge rush to get out to a party and my date was very impatiently waiting for me. So I grabbed my makeup bag and applied everything in the car. This was not a Bridgett Jones moment -- it was worse! The moisturizer I carefully applied all over my face before doing my usual quickie makeup job? Well, I had apparently applied a mask. You know, the kind that hardens and dries. I thought my face felt funny -- but I literally didn't notice until I was in the door of my friend's house and I saw her look of horror. And I even married the guy who failed to mention to me that I had a hard shell of pale green on my face!

Jenn

[t]

I left my purse at Starbucks today. No good reason, just forgot it. Luckily it was there 6 hours later when I realized it was missing and I went back for it!

[bj]

Julia:

What you've described is my constant state of being. The latest goof a couple of weeks ago. My husband was picking me up in front of my building with my kids in tow. I called my husband, said I was walking down, and then, between the time I left my office and got to the elevator (30 seconds), I forgot where I was going, and walked 2 blocks to my car (which wasn't there). Then, I realized I was going the wrong way, and I couldn't, for the life of me, realize how I'd gotten where I was.

Maybe some of us are just pumped full of lupron even without injections. That would explain it.

bj

[persephone]

Um... I'm betting I'm the only one who's forgotten this one.

http://inthebarrenseason.blogspot.com/2004/11/persephones-brain-has-left-building.html

[Cat]

Absent-minded moments... there are so many! Like I could be going to put a book on the bookshelf (how complicated is that?) and hours later find it sitting on the sofa. Or at the end of the day at work, I'll go to shut down my email program and find five or six emails that I WROTE, but never hit SEND on. I basically cannot make a single move at work without carrying my notebook because if I run into my boss in the hallway and he asks me to do something, it'll be GONE from my brain by the time I get back to my desk.

[gail]

I has one of those running late to work days so I pulled in the parking lot and hurriedly ran inside.Twelve hours later I'm ready to go home and can't find my truck keys. After going through my purse for the fifth time it dawns on me that I was in such a hurry this morning that maybe I left them in the truck. Sure enough, there they were. In the ignition. With the engine still running. Hey! At least I didn't lock the door.

[Molly]

Isn't it funny how the majority of these horrible moments involve keys? Satan's tool, it seems.

A few weeks ago I was bringing an old car bike rack to the trash room in our apartment building (which, being a trash room, is about the nastiest place imaginable). I also held my keys in my hand, and spent the whole walk down to the trash room telling myself, "Now Molly, DON'T throw the keys in with the rack!" (Can you tell that I've had a problem with this type of thing in the past?)

And, of course, I did. Right into the dumpster.

So I had to jump *inside the dumpster* and dig around in everyone else's rotten food, used kitty litter, etc. to find my keys. Lovely. And I have absolutely no drug- or hair-color-induced excuse.

[Judy]

I think you should title these two posts:

Lupron.1
Lupron.2

to go along with the

IVF.# series

I tend to be more OCD then ADD, so no funny absent minded stories here. I do however lock doors with such compulsion that I freak people out. So, when the electrician (can substiture plumber, carpenter etc..) trys to leave my apartment to get something out of his truck he usually finds himself locked in.

Oh, and I also lock doors when I enter friend's homes. Last week my friend's husband came home, and the first thing out of his mouth was "honey [not directed to me] is there a reason you had the dead bolt on?" I interjected with "sorry, that would be me."

[Debe]

I'll tell you one about my dh, I'm not publicly admiting to mine.
I was talking to him on the phone one day. He was driving and talking on his cell phone. All of a sudden he was like..shit..hold on, I think I left my cell phone and work. He puts the phone down and I hear him rummaging around and I'm yelling, honey, how could you have left it at work when you're talking to me on it! It took him several minutes to figure it out.
It was so funny!

[Moxie]

Laid-Off Dad is having one of those days, too.
http://laidoffdad.typepad.com/lod/2005/01/after_which.html

When I was pregnant (holy shit, I accidentally typed pregnate before I corrected it) the first time I twice (twice!) put open sports bottles of water in my purse upside-down. The first time I only figured it out when I got to the subway and realized my leg was wet. it took me no less than 2 minutes to figure out why my freaking leg was wet. Then I did the exact same thing a few days later. Ruined the purse, BTW. I finally wised up and just went to regualr screw-top bottles. Of water. Yeah.

[Alicia]

Hmmm.....just had one this morning....I walked into my kitchen and smelled something really bad. I mean rotten bad, like something had died. Looked around the kitchen, and the sink. Lo and behold, found a bowl of raw chicken scraps on a shelf above the sink that were to be thrown out 2 DAYS AGO!

Reading some of the posts from everyone, I feel so much better lmao!

I have a great one from my mom. I was in junior high and lived with my mom. One night she decided to boil some eggs to take with her to work the next day. She set them on to boil. and. then. went. to. bed.! Completely forgot about them! I was already in bed. My brother came home at 3am. to find the house all smoky and reeking of burned rotten eggs. He called the fire dept to have them come to make sure everything was ok. He told them that there was no fire so they didn't need to run their sirens. Well. The whole station with every truck comes with sirens blazing in the middle of the night wakening the whole street. I was still sleeping upstairs. The firemen went through the whole house to make sure that everything was ok. I was still sleeping. My mom opened every window in the house to let smoke out. I was still sleeping. My brother went to the store to get some Lysol to help kill the stench. He went through the house spraying. You know how light the sound is of spraying Lysol? He sprayed in my room. I woke up! Gawd I wish I still slept that well! lmao.

[Monica C.]

I have done SO many absent-minded Mommy brain and Pregnancy-brain things, that there are too many to recount, but one story from my pre-Mommy days stands out as particularly "Ginger (as in, Ginger, from Gilligan's Island)-ish":

After college I was working for a large insurance company in San Francisco, in the glorious field of workers' compensation insurance. Normally, at lunchtime I would go right across the street and grab something to eat, never venturing too far from my office. One day, I needed to buy a gift for a friend, so I actually hopped on a bus and went to Chinatown. Well, in part because I had jumped on a bus, and in part because I hardly ever left the vicinity of my office, I really felt like I was a world away, and was leisurely strolling along, perusing the wares of various storefronts and street vendors.

Imagine my surprise when I saw the headmaster from my high school across the street! Now, it wasn't *too* big of a stretch, because my high school was in Oakland, right across the Bay. But, after all, it had been about seven years since I'd graduated, and besides, the headmaster, Mr. Baldwin had long since retired. So, I waved and gushed, "Hiiiiii!!!!!!!!!" And when his eyes met mine, I began to cross the street, because after all, Mr. B had always been so nice, and I *had* to give him a hug!! As I crossed the street and began to outstretch my arms, I said, "How ARE you?," and that's when I noticed him recoil ever so slighty, as he replied, "Fine, how are you?," and just as my outstretched arms got to about my shoulder level in preparation for a hug, I realized . . .

Wait, that's not Mr. Baldwin. That's Van Adams. He works with me. I just saw him yesterday, near the water fountain. And he's thinking, why is this woman crossing the *street* to say hello to me, grinning like a banshee? And I *know* she wasn't about to hug me?

And that's how I got a reputation for smoking crack.

[Rhonda]

Oooh! I had one of those yesterday--no Lupron involved, but I *was* on the way to a new acupuncturist for fertility-related stuff, after a mall trip where I'd plunked down a large amount of money for lots of very nice workout clothes.

Because I'd never been to her office before, and because there was construction on her street, I got a little turned around and pulled into the wrong parking lot. Fortunately, there was a lady walking along, so I rolled down the passenger-side window and asked her for directions, which she gave. I thanked her, then turned the car around and got myself to the right place on time (yay!). Locked the car door and went in.

I got back to the car after my appointment, all relaxed and happy, to discover that I had forgotten to roll the passenger-side window back up again. and on that seat, in very plain sight, were that morning's purchases, where anyone could have reached in and helped themselves. Oops!

I'm embarrassed, but super-thankful that if anyone saw my stupidity, they didn't take advantage of it.

[Robin]

For your entertainment I'll share my most embarrassing automobile moment…ever. Let me set this up for you. Picture growing up in a small town in southern MN, the kind of town where everybody knows EVERYBODY.

While home on holiday one weekend I stopped by the gas station, filled up my car, paid for my gas, and left. A few blocks away I noticed in my rear view mirror that my gas tank door thingy was open. Hmmm..what was up with that? I'd determined that I'd just forgotten to shut the door when I put the nozzle back on the pump. So...I pull over and put everything back together.

Upon arriving back at my parents house, my mother informed me that my aunt had called to make sure I hadn't done any damage to my car when I drove away from the pump with the nozzle still attached to my gas tank!!!!! Yes, the clerk at the gas station had called my aunt to relay the message to my mother!!!!!!

Any my mother wonders why I moved to the city?

[Becky]

This is my first visit to your site and you had to mention Lupron, didn't you? Oh yeah, I heart Lupron, for sure. Um, 40 extra pounds....old lady hot flashes...headaches. That's good stuff.

I'd be more than happy to post a forgetfulness story, but I can't remember the last six f-ing months of my life. I do remember that Lupron is E-V-I-L, but that's all that I've got.

Good luck to you, though.

[Lioness]

I have:

- Locked myself out of the house and lost keys so often as a kid and teen the sight of me passing/being pushed by/from my neighbour's balcony window into my own, many metres above the ground, stopped being thrilling in the neighbourhood
- once paid $100 to have nice men come to my flat and open the door, fortunately unlocked, WITH AN X-RAY [I know lock it even when i'm home, never knew it was that easy]
- once waited 3 hours w firemen for the police to arrive so said firemen could slide from roof into bedroom window (I live on the top floor), which didn't close well, so we could all resume our normal lives.
- Left the lights of my car on and killed the battery more often than I can count and still have NOT bought the starter cables or whatchamacallits
- Left the car keys in the ignition and door obsviously unlocked more often than I can count
- Left a brand new hoover in a plastic bag for 5 hours outside my building (it was still there when I went down again)
- Once locked ex-boyfriend inside my flat bcs I'd forgotten he was there as I left for school, thereby ensuring his missing work and mucho grief
- My next door neighbour rings my bell entirely too often to tell me one of the cats is out and about on the staircase
- once locked my cat in a bookcase w glass doors and left the house, to arrive 4 hours later to a very aggravated cat (she's very dark and had no business there really)
- Once looked for my car in an underground garage for 2 hours w a friend, in very high heels, became convinced it had been stolen bcs I knew where I'd parked it, and finally realised we needed to go down one more level (got very bad blister from it)
[My parents leave their flat's door ajar terrifyingly often as well, my mother had donated jewellery all across the country in the form of leaving it in bathrooms and my father has caused much annoyance by forcing us to drive back 20/30/60/120/180 min to retrieve wallets so, genetics]

[Used 2 B Smart]

I am so glad to read all of this it isn't funny. No one who knows me lets me hold my own keys anymore when I leave the car, and I feel like Jeff Foxworthy... a thousand tapes, NO cases.

In the past few days, I have:

Left a saddle sitting outside once I took it off a horse, and couldn't find it the next day. (This is NOT a small object....the saddle, not the horse, thank goodness...)

Lost 3 pair (why do they call them a "pair" when it's one thing?) of sunglasses.

Faxed something and couldn't find what I faxed 30 minutes later.

Lost my credit card at Macky D's.

Created web accounts, for which I have NO idea now what the password or user ID is.

Defrosted "dinner" and left it on the counter.

Purchased a "thing" of salt, and bot another one the next day.

Oh hewl, I just read one of someone else's things above I was gonna respond to and can't remember what it was... hang on...

OH, losing my car in parking lots! I CANNOT go to Wmt without walking back thru it with that "I am not gonna cry" look on my face that kids get when they get kicked in the knee by another kid. I can swear on the family jewels that I will remember where I parked, and I feel really sorry for all they men I know, cuz one of these days....

[Certifiable]

Just makes me feel better that I am not the only one that goes to the kitchen to get a drink and sees toys on the counter so after I take the cup out I go to the kid's room to put the toy away and then I see dirty clothes on the floor so I take them to the washer and try to start a load but it is full so I start taking stuff outa the dryer so can put the stuff in from the washer and dayum, this shirt really shuda gone to the cleaners so I put it in a basket and take the MATCHING pair of socks I inadvertantly found and put them on the bed so I have a match the next day and while I'm there WHY is that clock blinking but before I can get to that the picture is turned sideways and lemme dust off that table and chit, those shoes need to go in the closet and WHY is there change on the floor in there, so lemme just take that to Cam's piggy-bucket and dang look at all those toy cars on the floor so I'll just pick those up and here's a cup so I'll take that back to the kitchen and OH, I was just gonna get me a coke!

Yes, I am certifiable, and that is why I liked this site. :)

[SmokesLessTheseDays]

Ever light the wrong end of a cigarette, and get pissed cuz you did it, throw it out, and do it AGAIN?

Not me. I've NEVER done that. And I have a bridge to sell you...

[JustTryingToDonate]

Ok. I was just trying to be a good citizen. I had a lotta baby stuff to donate to Salvation Army. No, really, I didn't intend to donate the baby.

I pulled up, had the stuff unloaded, and, good samaritan that I AM, I was just gonna help. I really didn't MEAN to lock the keys in the car with it running and the baby in it! No, really! So 45 minutes and $65 later, I reclaimed the "live" donation, and thank goodness it was nap-time for the kiddo!

(Does the fact that I locked my first daughter, 15 years earler, in the car under almost the same circumstances, mean that I need therapy?)

Do NOT answer that! :)

[ktjrdn]

OK, this is even makes me wonder what I was thinking and I was there - I obviously wasn't thinking at all.

My first child didn't sleep much at all. She nursed and kept me sleep-deprived for quite a while. One night, I woke in the middle of the night to pee. I went to the bathroom and sat down on the toliet and let loose. then I noticed that I had failed to pull my underwear down. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop, so it just kinda filtered through my underwear until I let out enough that I could stop it and fix the problem.