Things I cannot find.

My recipe for Razzle-Dazzle Raspberry Pie.

My high school class ring…don’t remember when I last saw it…probably 1985.

A 1983 Quilters’ Newsletter Magazine with the instructions for the daffodil quilt my sister and I are making for Mom. We have the fabric, the finished block, my sketches and yardage notes, the receipts for the fabric…just not the instructions. And since we bought the fabric and started this in 1984 and have exactly ONE block finished, I think she’s getting a pillow instead of a quilt. Someday.

My two copies of the David Wilcox CD “East Asheville Hardware” I keep buying it, it keeps disappearing.

One of the wheels to my vacuum cleaner.

Could it possibly be this or maybe this?

  1. A decent job less than one hour’s travel time from my home.

  2. My Mercykiller miniature, the male one.

  3. The name of an 80’s disco song that has been stuck in my head forever, but since I cannot remember the words, just the melody, no one can help me.

  4. A group of people willing to play paintball.

Steelerphan, mayhap you should move to my neck of the woods. A group of guys I work with is going on Saturday to play paintball.

They asked if I wanted in. I think because they thought the chick would be an easy target. :slight_smile:

The Union Army cap was in a box with Mr. Rilch’s caps. As for the mitt, I stripped the bed and it popped out of a pillowcase!

I’m going to look in storage for the jumper. As for the CD, lacking a label, it may have been drawn into a gathering of CD-ROMs.

But I’ve added a new item: my Fantagraphics poster. I know where to look for that, and if it’s not in the apartment, it may also be in storage.

I cry every night because I lost my Jimmy Ray cd. (Remember, about 1995- "Are you Johhny Ray? Are you {something} Ray? Are you Jimmy Ray? Who wants to know…) Its okay though. Now I have the Backstreet Boys (yuk)

  1. My roll of duct tape.

  2. My copy of “revenge of the baby-sat,” with the hole in the page where Calvin compares jelly donuts to giant dead insects.

  3. Opal. :wink:

  4. A sound clip of Cobra Commander screaming “Cob-RA!”

  5. My will to live and persevere through the difficult times.

Ranchoth
(#2 and #4 bug me the most)

My third pair of glasses.
If you see them, please tell them to come home.

My Badfinger Straight Up LP. I’ve since bought the CD to replace it but dammit, I want my old album back.

My Lionel Train Set. Yep, the old heavy steel set than belched smoke and ran on a figure 8 track. It’s the one toy I miss.

My yellow Tommy Oxford with the blue collar. I just bought the damn thing. Where in the hell did it go?

My roll of silver Franklins Grandad gave me when I was a kid. Everybody remembers them. Nobody knows where they are.

The stamp with the upside down plane on it. Didn’t I have that as a kid? I can’t find it now.

  1. Pair of racy black ankle-strap stilletos that never even get worn outside of the house.

  2. “Sleepy Bear”

  3. The dog’s toothpaste

  4. Black chinese design hair chopsticks

  5. Weight Watchers activity points calculator

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[li]My “Medieval Times” embroidered jacket (pre-logo change)[/li][li]My autographed photo of Mel Blanc surrounded by his voice-over characters[/li][li]My Stan Rodgers cassette collection[/li][li]My t-shirts from Pennsic War XVI through XIX[/li][li]My site medallions from the above[/li][li]My brick-red wool and black velvet Elizabethan garb (I looked soooooo good in that)[/li][li]My rosewood pen engraved with Dale Earnhardt’s ‘autograph’ (not a fan, but just to annoy someone that I had one and he doesn’t)[/li][li]My diaries from when I was 20 through 30. Thank goodness I changed the names.)[/li][/ul]

Is this the one sold by Avon that sang “Dream with Me” and had on jammies and a nightcap? Little Honey had one and I can’t find hers either. I’m blaiming it on “Snuggle Bear” being jealous and hiring thugs to kidnap all other bears.

I lose things all the time, and (unfortunately) I usually know exactly where they are, or were when I last had them. Some sadder losses:

Teddy bear. The one I had from birth to college, with jingle bells in the ears and an orange sweater my mother hand-crocheted. (She died when I was five and I have very little that she made.) I let my dad’s second (now ex-) wife have it “temporarily” about 15 years ago. She’s looney tunes; I’m afraid it’s just not worth dealing with her to get the bear back. Fortunately, on my grandmother’s death last year I picked up a couple of other items my Mom made, so the loss is a bit compensated.

Recordings of my Mom & Grandmother. In about 1968 my dad’s father gave a pair of cassette recorders he won to my Mom, who used them to exchange auditory letters with her mother. Her mother died in '70 and she followed in '74. No one knows if these cassettes still exist. I would give several body parts to have them, since I don’t know what their voices sounded like.