<p>I can’t contribute much to the “what was your SAT score”? or the " Did you belong to a frat/what was your major/Did your parents approve of your college choice" threads & I was feeling left out- so I am inspired to start this one- that I can keep going all by myself!</p>
<p>It’s true those of us who have ADD or CRS syndrome may be more likely to have ‘d’oh’ incidents on a regular basis- but maybe I can give the rest of you some inspiration!</p>
<p>For instance, I know many of you share my predisposition to misplacing reading glasses. On a regular basis. I recently bought some that were $10 more than the ones I usually buy and I really liked them.The plastic seemed to be a better quality, although they were a tad loose and didn’t stay on top of my head very well. I had, had them for almost a week, when they suddenly vanished. Quite distressing. So back to one of my pairs that I lose and then find again, that weren’t so stylish, but did the job.
Today however I found them!
In the bottom of the oven, after I had turned it on*
I only noticed because when I went to put the bread in, there was a little * smell*.
:o oops! </p>
<p>Well, my DH had the uh oh moment last night. He lost his car keys. He has yet to find them. He is retracing his steps over the last few days and calling places he visited to see if they have them. Oh, and this week-end he drove over his sunglasses. He did not know that they fell out of his shirt pocket until he was on the road and needed them. Believe it or not, they look fine! He drove back to the parking lot where he had parked, and they were still on the ground. They are clip ons, so don’t ask for the brand name. They came with his eyeglasses.</p>
<p>I guess my stupid moment was last week when I spilled about an 1/8 of a box of cheerios on my kitchen floor. It was not too bad.</p>
<p>Okay, I helped my H take a tree down next to our new house. My main job (outside of a lot of piling and cutting of branches) was to hold the rope that he’d somehow gotten onto branches that were much higher than the house, and then, after he sawed them off while standing on the roof, I pulled them down and controlled their swing so that they didn’t hit windows of our house or fence next door (or me).</p>
<p>Not the same kind of dumb, but still…</p>
<p>Actually, it was so much fun, I may have found a new line of work!</p>
<p>Decided that the way around the ridiculous traffic jam on the Surekill Expressway (how do people actually LIVE in Philadelphia (home of my upbringing…)) was to follow a couple of other cars along the shoulder. Oops. State trooper pulled two of us over. I claimed that since I wasn’t from the area I thought we were headed for an exit! He let me off with a stern warning.</p>
<p>emeraldkity4 - OMG I did laugh at that one! I have needed reading glasses for a few years now and have found resilient glasses with better plastic and tighter frames for $l8.00. BUT, the company prides itself on it’s artsy or funky designs so finding ones in the right magnification and with classic color or style is a real challenge. I buy whatever I find in the right magnificiation. I am presently wearing black with painted on butterflies and flowers (?). I have two pairs in camoflauge brown (punk?), and one in tie dyed blue sparkle (hippie?). I sometimes regret it when I end up in a management meeting with my camo glasses. I can tell my younger staff thinks I am getting squirrely.</p>
<p>Was roaming around recently looking for my keys, I was in a bit of rush that may help justify this, but the keys were in my left hand the entire time!</p>
<p>How on earth did they end up in the oven!!! This past week, I had a day that REALLY scared me—I was looking up Alzheimer’s on Webmd and everything…turned out, I’d taken 2 doses of a prescription medicine that I take(forgot I already took it). I broke down and put my medicine in one of those weekly holders (like I recently bought my forgetful mother to use), and then promptly, finally, ordered one of those electronic key/etc. finders, since I’m always losing my huge wad of keys, my cell phone, my purse… I’m anxiously awaiting for it to arrive. </p>
<p>When they are all (mostly) present and accounted for, I have about 20 prs. of reading glasses…and try for some of the strangest looking ones I can find. (especially because H hesitates to put on my pink ones, or the ones with the flowers painted all over them) I take them off and put them anywhere/everywhere (except in the oven ). I buy the regular kind (i.e. easily stolen by H) in packages of 3 at Costco, but have also found a couple of cute plastic pairs at the dollar store (gotta get them when they first open the shipment—otherwise, it’s just the ugly ones that are left).</p>
<p>They must have fallen off my head when I was putting something in the oven and because I am so blind and distractible, I didn’t notice and thought I put them someplace else ( I try and leave some in my car, my purse, my backpack… I’d be better off if I just had a cubby every place I go every week- school, the grocery, Home Depot, the bookstore…)</p>
<p>Seriously I am so distractible that I have to practically write myself a list of things I have to do every day and then check them off
wash hair,
dry self off
— oh yeah turn off the water
:o</p>
<p>I stubbed my toe this morning and it turned black and blue…I did it around the time I was rushing to get out the door and the phone rang. I remember telling my friend on the other line, “Ouch! I just stubbed my toe and it really hurts.” But then I went about my business (with the lingering pain in the back of my mind). So when my kids and others asked, “What did you stub your toe on?” or “How did you stub your toe?” I couldn’t tell them because I have no idea! I am getting more scatter brained by the day…I’m always losing my keys!</p>
<p>“Four obverse holes”
One definition of obverse is the front of something (the head side of a coin). Another is: "a proposition derived from another proposition by denying it and then negating the predicate. The obverse of “Everything is possible” is “Nothing is impossible.” "</p>
<p>Obverse holes therefore would be holes made in the front side… denied (back side) and negated (front side again). Maybe I’m easily amused, but I think this is funny.</p>
<p>I took a bad fall on my bike tonight because I was trying to change gears while drinking a smoothie.</p>
<p>A few weeks ago, I fell off my bike because I was writing a text message.</p>
<p>Last week I had to pay $25 for a replacement Dartmouth ID because I’d lost the original.</p>
<p>I spill tea on myself on a near-daily basis.</p>
<p>During my outdoor orientation trip, in a period of less than 24 hours, I (a) accidentally stabbed myself with scissors and (b) sliced open my finger trying to clean peanut butter off my Swiss Army knife. </p>
<p>I have a 2" long and 0.5" wide scar on my leg from the time I sliced off a layer of skin while shaving.</p>
<p>I left my very nice, very expensive Canon SLR camera on an airplane (I managed to recover it, but still!).</p>
<p>I raced in through the post office doors at – quite literally – 15:59:50 on December 31 to mail my college applications (it closed at 16:00). </p>
<p>And much more. I’m absurdly accident-prone, forgetful, and generally a mess. I’m ashamed to admit that even after a lifetime of parental nagging, it wasn’t until my hyperresponsible boyfriend started giving me exasperated looks whenever I told him about my day that I realized this is something I really need to work on. Unfortunately, judging by tonight’s events, that doesn’t seem to be going too well. :o</p>
). I buy the regular kind (i.e. easily stolen by H) in packages of 3 at Costco, but have also found a couple of cute plastic pairs at the dollar store (gotta get them when they first open the shipment—otherwise, it’s just the ugly ones that are left).</p>