Seek And Ye Shall Find

My husband found me 10 years ago; since then he seems to loose everything. Aside from loosing his mind every once in a while, the thing he lost that stands out the most to me is his wallet a few years ago. Keep in mind he "misplaces" it often and it is always were he left it. This incident, however was THE BIG ONE. We looked forEVER, called local businesses that he had been to, delved deep in to the cushions of the couch and car seats. Finally, we cut our losses after two days and called the bank and credit cards companies, cancelling everything. The worst part of that whole ordeal was that it was right after Christmas and his birthday so he had TONS of gift cards waiting to be traded in for the goods.

Being the good wife I am I consoled him with a "there, there" and we cut our losses. Seriously, what's the point of dwelling on his our misfortune? I had bills to pay, and laundry to do. And that is exactly where I found it, at the bottom of our laundry hamper, his wallet. It was just misplaced after all.

That was a good story, a happy ending, most of the time with his luck it is. He does misplace things alot. Most often it is a frantic rush to find his parking pass or badge for work in the wee hours of the morning. However today was special, today it was his parking pass and... his beloved class ring! We tore the house apart this morning, standard procedure, looking under furniture, table tops, couch cushions. Much to my dismay he started this treasure hunt by ripping off and shaking out the covers of the bed, mind you while I was still sleeping in it! Talk about a rude awakening. So we searched and searched until he was officially late for work, his finger naked and exposed.

It was not until a couple hours later that I flashed back to last week when I got an email in my inbox from a mom in the neighborhood mom's group requesting the use of a metal detector. Long story short, woman lost her engagement ring in awful snow we had last week, and my dad used to be in a metal detecting club. They meet, he searches, she's happy. He finds the ring she accidentally knocked off her hand when shaking snow out of the sleeve of her coat.

So I gave my dad a call, it went something like this "Hi Dad, got a second? Have you put that metal detector away? I think Carlton lost his ring helping you in the yard yesterday." To which he replied "Your kidding me, yada, yada, yada, I'll go out and look when I get home." When he got home I watched him in his yard (he lives across the street) swing his detector a couple times, take a couple of scoops out of the snow, but no cigar ring. He traced Carlton's tracks back towards the street, which isn't hard to do considering he wears a size ginormous 14 boot and there is still half a foot of snow on the ground. My dad then hovered over where the trash cans go, since Carlton pulled them to the curb last night. Still no luck. My dad then crossed the street into our yard and hovered around a bit until he bumped into our snowman. As my dad swiped his detector across the base of him you hear beep beeP beEP bEEP BEEP BEEP and then a sure sign of finding something, my dad's head cocked up to the side just a little bit to reveal a big ol' grin emerging across his face. He has found gold, in the form of a George Mason University school of Information Technology class ring. Success in the snow!

Stink Butt was so excited and impressed that Pop found something in the snow he decided to give it the old college try too!

note: If there is a lesson to be learned here, do one of two things. Take off your rings in cold weather, as your hands shrink  and your ring will then become to big and loose or wear gloves.

Oh and Carlton, it might be helpful if the place you leave your wallet, badge, parking pass, etc. is the same place everyday. Then again, organized people are just too lazy to look for things.