Has all your trash been burned since you last had the remote?
Also–and don’t be insulted, as I’ve heard this is common–have you checked your purse and wherever you might normally put your cell phone? Also check laundry baskets and your coat pockets–and Mr. W.'s coat pockets as well.
I climbed as high as I could without actually going out to the barn for a ladder:
Dining room chair back against a tall book shelf.
Back of said chair ( kinda wobbly)
3rd shelf from the top of the unit,
Hanging on by one hand to a beam,
Flashlight in the other hand.
Shining across the top of the beams.
Nope. No remote on the beams.
I had to look. So I can sleep tonight. (Like that’s gonna help:smack: )
I’m looking in my bag now, Nellie.
(Dang this bag is junky, why do I have 3 tins of Altoids, and 7 chapsticks?? I digress…)
Have you checked the burn barrel for suspicious remains?
What kinds of gifts did you wrap? Could the remote have gotten into a box that you wrapped?
Arkansas Wrek and the Temple of Gloom. 
I look at the smoldering remains in the burn barrel. The sack was melting on the bottom but there was no remote carcass.
I’m shaking the gift pkgs. now. It was all clothing. Nothing feels heavier than it should.
You’re so very cute, there Spidey.(:))
Rub the beagle’s belly and see if your TV responds.
Mid-daughter called a bit ago. I told her I lost the remote and had the same channel on all day. In the 3rd run of a barnbuilders show.
She said to look in shoes. WTH? Shoes?
She said she finds her remotes and wireless mouse and once her Iphone in a shoe.
Well, I looked in every shoe in the mud room. No remote. Found 2 quarters, a sweet gum ball and a dead lizard.
As a matter of fact I’ve found lots of spare change. I could eat corndogs on what I’ve found in change.
I guess when I go to Wally-world to get a new remote tomorrow I’ll have a corndog on the way home.
I finally found out how to change the channel on the direcTV box. I’m afraid to touch the thing. I have an allergy to electronics. They break when I get too close. But at least I got the dang barnbuilders off my TV.
Now it’s on JLTV, that’s right, Jewish life TV channel. I didn’t push my luck I was afraid I would end up on the Scientology channel and end up brainwashed or something. Hey, I like this channel, I like the idea of being a chosen person. Maybe I’ll convert. Of course there’s not a synagog anywhere near me.
I can’t win for losing.
Do you know the sad thing about all of this? the minute ya buy a new one get it programmed and get used to it you’ll find the old one which will still change the tv channel …
That’s exactly what will happen. But then at least she’ll have a back-up remote for when the new one goes awol.
Y’all are right. I know this is how the universe works. I’m buying both sizes of batteries tomorrow, as well. It doesn’t matter, as soon as I get home battery up my new remote. I’ll never see those batteries again. Looking for them the next time I need a battery I’m sure I’ll find the old remote, 3 pairs of scissors a half dozen ink pens, and a gazillion hair elastics.
(Note to self: buy scissors and scotch tape tomorrow)
OTOH, I have had the same hairbrush since I was in the 9th grade.
Beck, the answer is simple— chappacula’s Law of Missing Things:
The missing thing is always underneath the sleeping cat.
So just wait for the cat to go to sleep, and you’ll find it, easy-peasy.
In my house, it works every time.
Oh wait, you have 2 cats…Now that really complicates the issue.
Oh well, The Law doesn’t work with Siamese, anyway.
Because nothing works with Siamese cats.
You are doomed.
You are so right. The Siamese probably trans-migrated it to a moon of Jupiter. They have such powers, judging from the crap that’s MIA around here.
The shelf climbing ascent was to prove to myself the cats hadn’t just swiped it.
I was heating up a cup of water in the microwave. Before I pushed start I took a double take to make sure it wasn’t in there. That made me open every cabinet door and drawer.
You smart tech-y Dopers let’s get on making a ‘find-your-remote’ app.
Beck, if you can afford to do so, get two universal remotes and extra batteries for both. If you ever lose the remote again, you’ll have a spare.
Or is that how hoarding starts?
I’m still up. Caught some kind of stomach bug or something. I’m sleepy, but it’s harder to get out of a nice warm bed to run to the bathroom than a desk chair. Ugh. Anyway, I got to thinking about a short story by Ray Bradbury in which a murderer starts wiping off fingerprints to erase evidence he was in the house of the victim, but in his anxiety, he starts imagining he might have touched this or that object and he ends up manically wiping down everything in the house. He’s apprehended in the attic, where he’d never been, frantically wiping away. That’s how it is when you lose something: you look in more and more outlandish places.
Also, I end up looking in the same places four or five times because “It h**as to be there!”
Professor Plum took it while you were hosting him at an elegant soiree. Only he couldn’t have, because Colonel Mustard engaged him in conversation all night by the bar, not allowing him anywhere the remote. It is true that Colonel Mustard was stopped by Miss Scarlet on his way to the washroom, but it was reported by Mrs. White that all Miss Scarlet wanted was a light for her cigarette. Still, the Colonel took longer in the washroom than normal–which is where the remote was never found.
Which means that the thief responsible for the missing remote is … what? No! No, don’t! No, please! Noooo…!
arghhhhh
Nellie-
I’ve upended the recliner and my big chair at least 4 times each. I’ve found my reading glasses that have been missing forever and a spool of thread that I swore fell into the black hole that exists in certain places in this house.
Although the TV remote never goes upstairs I still went up to my bedroom. Amazingly, I found Mr.Wrekkers bridgework he lost about 5years ago under my headboard.
I found $20 bill under the lil’wrekkers bed and many makeup brushes, nail files, 4 pairs of fingernail clippers and a spilled bottle of pink frosty nail polish that’s permanently stuck to the carpet. And, awww! one of her training bras. So sweet. Brought a tear to my eye.
You couldn’t have waited a few more seconds? Now I may never find out.
Grrr!
I see you’ve entered the archeologist phase of the search. We’ll have to get you a pith helmet and a magnifying glass.
One time I’d used the now-ex’s key to drive the pickup to work. After school, I clutched the key in my tightly-closed fist and walked to the truck secure in the knowledge it was in my hand. Opened my hand: nothing. It was like a magic trick, a cruel magic trick. Within a few minutes, a big group of eager, kindly teens were searching the sidewalk and school lawn on their hands and knees. The custodians went through the only trash cans I’d passed by. I searched the hall (My classroom was right near the front door.(the front office, even the bathrooms (where I hadn’t been). Nada. Nor did it ever show up. It was our only copy. Had to call a locksmith, and he had to take apart the steering column.
Moral of the story: gremlins.