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N is for Nutty


This post marks the second half of the April A-Z Blogging Challenge and I'm rolling right along. It keeps me motivated to write something, and surprisingly I don't have much trouble coming up with a topic for the letter of the day. 

N is for nutty... cuz that's how I am... a little nuts, or at least a little absent-minded for sure. I thought I'd lighten things up a bit after my last couple posts and write a post about a few of the nutty things I've done that have given my husband and friends good reason to laugh, and I have to agree with them.  Sometimes I worry about myself, and what I will be like in my 70s if I've already lost it this badly in my 50s! :-)


Case of the Missing Keys:
We stay up fairly late in the evenings, since we don't get home until late from work, so I have my morning routine down to getting up with just enough time to shower, dress, feed the cats, and head out the door in time to get to work. Any major delays will make me late. 

One morning dressed and ready to go, I picked up my car keys and purse from the counter, stopped to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and headed for the door. As I stepped outside and turned to lock the deadbolt I realized that I no longer had my key ring.  Thinking it must have slipped out of my hand, I came back inside and checked the hallways floor, and then the kitchen floor.  No keys.

I checked the counter, then my pockets, and ... growing ever more frantic, the various compartments of my purse. No keys!  This is a fairly large ring of keys and not that easy to overlook.  I was totally puzzled and growing frazzled as the clock ticked.  I was about 99% sure I had picked them  up off the counter originally, so I tried to retrace my footsteps mentally.  Then a possibility dawned  on me... I opened the refrigerator door, and sitting on the shelf next to the bottles of water bound together in their plastic ring sat my car keys!  Obviously when I stopped to pull a bottle of water loose from the pack, I had set the keys down so I could use both hands.  Case solved, pounding head on fridge door for being so absent-minded!

Case of the Missing Cellphone:
One Saturday afternoon I was at home waiting for my husband to return from work. I wanted to check my text messages but was unable to locate my cellphone. Usually I keep it close at hand, but on this afternoon I wasn't able to find it anywhere.  After searching for a bit, I hit upon an idea, and using the house land line telephone, I called my husband at work and asked him to call my cellphone so I could here it ringing and locate it.  He did so, but pointed out laughingly that I could just as easily have called it myself using the land line phone I had just used to call his cellphone.  Hmmmm, why didn't I think of that? 

Case of the Misplaced Truck:
Last June found us on the road headed for the Paluxy River and a cabin I had rented for long weekend as a birthday gift to my husband.  Stopping at a small town convenience store enroute for snacks and a restroom break, my husband headed back out to his big white Ford truck.  After finishing my snack purchase I followed out the door, headed over to the white vehicle, and reached to open the passenger door.  It was locked.  Thinking that he was being funny, I looked up expecting to see him laughing.  Instead, I found myself looking straight into the face of a confused and somewhat bemused lady, and only then did I realize that it wasn't our vehicle at all, but instead a white SUV. 

I slunk away behind her vehicle, thankful that the door had been locked or I most certainly would have climbed in beside her! I was hoping my husband had missed this embarrassing moment, but no such luck.  By the time I got to our truck, which was actually parked at the opposite end of the row, he was laughing his head off.  As I climbed in red faced, he told me the lady in the SUV had looked over at him as I was attempting to enter her vehicle and he had just smiled and shrugged at her as if to say, "I'm sorry, they let her out of the home for a visit today!"  We laughed at my case of mistaken  identity for the next fifty miles.  I'm sure the lady had a great story to share with her family as well, about some crazy woman who tried to get in her vehicle at the convenience store!

Case of the Wrong Curbside Service:
I would like to be able to say that was the only time I've misplaced our truck, but far from it.  One time John was waiting for me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. I had stayed behind waiting for take-out cups for our iced tea.  Arriving at the truck, I reached thru the open passenger window and handed one cup of to him as I usually do, so that I can climb in with the other. 

I looked up to see an unknown male driver smiling broadly as he said to me, "Well thank you Ma'am!"  Ooops! Not for you, sorry!  Once again I slithered back to our own truck in embarassment to the laughter of my bemused husband.  He has come to expect such antics from me. 

I really do need to learn to pay more attention to details... like what our truck looks like! It actually has a white custom painted grill guard unlike most, a black rolltop bedcover, and a Masonic emblem on the hitch cover, so it's not all that hard to identify!  I just tend to live in my own little world, happily oblivious to all that goes on around me. 

Some people would say that I'm a little nutty... and they are probably right, but I'm basically harmless!  :-)

14 comments:

  1. Everyone in my family is forgetful! Once I even left a boy in my car, as I let the others out for pre-school. Fortunately, I came back a minute later and saw what I had done. Very cute stories! Julie

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  2. Wow...and I thought MY absent-mindedness was bad. :) Personally I think it's endearing!

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  3. LOVE these stories, it is so nice to know I am not alone.

    Happy Monday. :)

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  4. Priceless!!!
    gigglelaughcry.blogspot.com

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  5. You make me smile -- and feel less alone in forgetfulland!

    and I love the pic.

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  6. Nutty is good, reminds me of the nuts I brought for our bird feeder, I absent mindedly left the bag on a table in the garden an a squirrel came and took all of them planting them in the grass, they started to grow, and he couldn't find them when he came back!

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  7. Hi Josie <3 just letting you know I am passing the Stylish Blogger Award on to you. You can find it at Rogues Home Cooked.

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  8. This was so funny! Like I used to always tell my daughters, "Pay attention to the world around you."


    Lee
    Tossing It Out

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  9. I have a few similar stories I could tell on myself - from before I started taking some wonderful supplements that have really helped my memory. Hmm...what are those called again? (smile)

    Sharon
    http://grandmaisawriter.blogspot.com

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  10. Oh, Josie! This was entirely too funny! Thank you!

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  11. I can beat that. I once handed Bing my purse while I put on my coat as we were leaving a movie theater. I glanced up and there was Bing about six feet away from me. How the hell had she gotten so far so fast, I wondered. Just then, I looked up to find an old man who sort of looked like Willie Nelsen but wearing a jean jacket similar to Bings'. He was standing next to me, patiently holding my purse. Bing noticed what had happened and we had a small laugh as the man cheerfully gave me back my purse. But then on the way home, she said so sadly..."How could you mistake that old guy for ME??" I tried to explain but you know how that goes, the more you try to explain the worse it gets.

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  12. The last nugget totally takes the cake.

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  13. The wrong truck stories cracked me up! I once got into the wrong car in a parking lot. Luckily it parked and the owner wasn't around. I noticed as a sat in the driver's seat that the upholstery was different. And I actually had to sit there for a moment and figure out WHY! When I got out I realized anyone could have made that mistake since the car was the same make and model as mine. Only problem with that argument was that my car was black and this one was blue.

    Anyway, thanks for the laughs!

    Pajama Mommy

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