Lost and Found

I just got an email from my friend channing... oh hell yes, my tom ford sunglasses showed up in the car. Now I've already replaced them with awesome ones by SALT which are very cool - bit 60s in feel, but not my usual just big round sunny's.

So now i have two pairs... not bad.

guilty? yes...

So, I have to admit to keeping things from you. I didn't just lose my sunglasses. I also lost a beautiful gold necklace my husband bought for me on our first wedding anniversary. Its been missing for awhile, but I kept hoping it would turn up. It didn't. I cleaned the whole house and nothing emerged.

So what did I do? I didn't want to tell e, because it was just too overwhelming, and i knew how ridiculous it was. I didn't even want to mention it here.

So I bought it again. I called the store and they sent me a new necklace. Good idea right? Here is where it gets funny... e and I get home one night and there is a package for me... he picks it up playfully... and says what did you get from Pt.Reyes Jeweler (cute store btw). BUSTED...

oh how we laughed.

and another one bites the dust

What the hell - it was a good run. I am keeping ahold of things more often, and then.... bam! I had great sunglasses that I bought before we got married (almost 3 years ago) and I actually kept them. They were awesome - I drooled over them.

I wore them for brunch with Ariel & Sam, and then in the convertible to do a little basics SHOPPING. And somehow poof - I can't seem to find them.

Super annoying and expensive... I'm pissed but need to buy new sunny's. I was pretty depressed, but e has been super nice about it, and told me to go buy new ones.. so that made me feel better.

I can see clearly now...

It is 2009 and I am ready..
Work wise I'm feeling positive, antsy to get started on the next adventure, happy about 2009, fearful of this looming project, bu on for the ride. I get the sense that it will be an interesting and engaging year, that will tax me and teach me and look pretty damn good on the old experience tracker

Now back to the losing part of things - yes indeed... the damn phone AGAIN. This time I got on the plane and before i got off it had vanished - poof! It probably fell out and rolled away, or i totally overlooked it when searching on the ground after everyone had left. Anyway, no luck on getting it back, so enjoy Phone God enjoy. E didn't rip into me on it, sort of laughed, which I would say is at least a positive thing. I think he realized I was in punishment mode as it was. Good thing I down loaded those Tina Turner photos.

So as of 2009 nothing lost yet. (5 days down)
Ciao Ciao!

You lost your wedding ring?

Girls night out last night, impromptu gathering of some ladies after work on Friday. Ends in lively discussion over the sparklers on everyone's fingers. Not anything obnoxious like the women with the pink dress and Chanel "sport" watch, but positive murmurs and chats about the right band to go with each sparkler.... Until me. 

Yes that is right I'm one of those girls who lost her wedding ring. "What you lost your wedding ring?"

I had this beautiful ring designed by my husband. 3 stone emerald cut. I loved it, it was perfect. I was working out with a personal trainer at work. Each session I gave him my rings so they didn't get dinged - DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME. 

I am an idiot - absolutely not the right thing to do here. Let the berating comments begin. 

Anyway on this particular day, my trainer M left the gym quickly to make a movie... 

I called him when i noticed my rings were missing. He doesn't have them.

I retrace his steps (many steps)

the car

the friends car

the parking spot

the theatre

the bank machine

the ping pong table

the gym 

NOTHING. 

I put signs up all over Palo Alto, and the theatre. 

I end up in tears at the flower store where the theatre packages go... the theatre is closed from Tues - Friday (Ring got lost tuesday)

The flower store - AWESOME they take me into the theatre flashlight in hand. I search all the seats - FRONT ROW BALCONY. 

Crawling on the floor looking under every seat. (Just like in that scene on the roof of the nunnery in the Sound of Music). And then just at the end "ping" my wedding band drops from a seat. A wave of hope and happiness sweeps over me. I search and search but nothing else to be found. 

This sparks a hope fueled re-searching activity. Unfortunately ending in heartbreak. Crying, crying, hyperventilating. 

That was February. You might say it's just a thing. It is just a thing. But I miss it. My finger is still bare. I will get something else. The real person who was hurt was e. He put his heart into that ring, and for him I was irresponsible and I lost it, and he probably thinks I didn't care about it enough. 

The jury's out on whether it was "stupid" or "irresponsible". Probably it is both, but that doesn't change the outcome does it. Maybe I'll just have to finally learn something form it. 

Lost and Found Phone...

So this weekend, we went to a lake about an hour away. It was not a lake I will go to again, I'm spoiled, and just don't understand the lake thing in California. I'm from Toronto, and grew up swimming and splashing in deep, cool, clean waters of Muskoka lakes. There is nothing like it, I can definitely confirm. So I digress.

After a hot "hike" (small "h" on hike) we enjoyed a picnic. It was dusty, hot, and surrounded by bees. I really hate bees actually. We scrambled down to the water and i put my feet into what can only be described as the mucky bank. Surrounded by old trash we through the toys for the dogs, and then decided to call it a day. The only cooling off we wanted was a beer on the patio.

We hopped into the car and I went for my phone. To let Google do the walking and show us to an oasis of cool drinks. Drats nowhere could we find it. We drove around (e didn't say too much) and tried a variety of spots, I "hiked" back to our "idyllic" spot to see if somehow I left it there. No Luck. ARGH.

We got home after a long dejected ride home. Noone really suggested beers now, and I was just mentally kicking myself the whole time. Knowing I'm a dumbass, and that my husband has every right to be annoyed by what he calls the "inconvenience meter".

So yesterday I pop into the car to head to work, and something catches my eye... oh yes, the phone had dropped into the well that houses my parking break. YES! YES! YES! This reminds me of another day I found something valuable between two bucket seats. But that in the words of the narrator from Hammy Hamster is "another story"


Inconvenience Meter - 7 (involved extra hour of driving for friend and husband, kept us from having delicious beverages, could have resulted in a dreaded trip to Livermore, and loss of beloved phone altogether... but ultimately boomeranged back)
Cost - $ (just extra gas)

Can't stand losing you.

Okay here goes. I lose things, A LOT of things, all the time. It is pretty embarassing for a smart girl to be so dense when it comes to the basics. Over the years, a litany of stories have been told about cell phones, purses, big ticket jewelry, books, keys... you name it. I just lost (and found) my iPhone yesterday in a brilliant display, and thought maybe I should try something new. So now, I'm starting to blog about my losses, and maybe I'll learn something, or maybe I'll stop losing things, or maybe I'll give a little bit of comfort to others who have lost things.
Till next time.