Anyone found my misplaced marbles?

A young colleague at work taught me the mantra that Missing cups or mugs are always in the microwave. This is undoubtedly one of life's great truths - so why does it never spring to mind when it would be useful?

My Mum, from her 50's, started forgetting things - but it was startling for
us children when every time this happened she slapped her cheek really
hard! It didn't work, of course, and you'll be glad to know that I haven't
succumbed to the same alarming habit. But I confess to losing 2 lots of keys; 3 single gloves;and a prescription pair of glasses over a 3 month period. It's expensive to lose one's marbles!

If I have problems remembering the names of people I don't see very often I just call them all 'there'.

If someone calls out, 'Hello Merlot' I shout back, 'Hello there.'

Works every time

Technical name for forgetting names of things is nominal aphasia . I've had it as long as I can remember (since yesterday at least) but it's definitely getting worse!

I have had to go and check the tickets for our flight home next week to make sure it is Tuesday we are flying - and late afternoon - and not Monday or Wednesday morning!! I do not like to admit how many times I have done this checking !!!

Oh yes, I freguently go shopping for 'thingy's and 'thingamibobs' not to mention those 'you know whatsits'...

Dont worry NellieM, I'm sure when you missed your hospital appointment,
the clerical staff would just look at your d.o.b,
and realise that you are one of the marble-less generation!! Actually they would quite possibly be surprised that you only missed the appointment by one day!! I once even got the month wrong!! Duh! They will be dealing with us on a very regular basis, and I'm sure realise they are not that far from joining us!

TiggyP do you think its possible your red fleece cardi is in the boot of the car! I know you have looked in all the normal places like, the freezer, the washer, the oven etc, so maybe its now time to start looking in the unusual places, like under all the coats in the cloak-cupboard, in your wardrobe etc etc. Unless of course you have put it in a charity bag???????????????

Going shopping for a 'thingymejig for a whatsit' seems to be getting more frequent as time goes by.
I still havn't found my missing red fleece cardigan !

Out2 I also have problems with finding the words I want at times, even when I know what sort of "thingy" I mean. I often get the name of the room I mean to say wrong. It does worry me sometimes.

My worst recent mistake was going off to see DGS one Monday when I should have been at a hospital appointment. I just had it in my head that the appointment was on a Tuesday despite having read the appointment letter.

They have probably gone off somewhere with my "Get up and Go. "

This thread is so comforting and gave me lots of LOLs. Only yesterday I couldn't think of the word 'diagnosis'
Why is it that the letter we decide to answer is the one that hides itself away?
Last night I took a Mars ice cream bar from the 'frig' and had a couple of bites - put it down somewhere and couldn't find it. It could have been very messy.Found it on top of my bureau still in its wrapper just before it became a puddle of melted ice cream and chocolate.

A very good friend indeed JB. How very lucky you are that she was so understanding. But, well done you for actually making the date, (having been caught on the hop so to speak in such a disorganised state!!) albeit an hour late.

Oh dear, missing appointments. Writing lists, and then writing another one to remind you where you have put the first ones! Walking into a shop and asking the assistant what I came for! Going into a room, stopping dead and asking myself what I came in here for - as I turn to walk out, the dawning dawns - most of the time!! . Loosing my specs when I have at least half a dozen scattered around the house. Finding a pair sitting comfortably on a shelf in the fridge! Calling my son by my brothers name! (whoops). Calling the dog by the name of a long long departed one. Going shopping with a friend for various things, including some deodrant, but when she asked what I needed in this shop, could I heck remember 'deodrant'! and ended up doing a physical interpretation of me squirting something under my armpits! Its was like a game of charades while she tried to guess what on earth I was meaning! I actually remembered the word before she guessed it! (doesn't say much for my acting abilities!) All this taking place in a shopping mall! Years ago I would have been so embarassed, but now, did I care? Not a lot! At least we had a really good laugh over it, and the old adage, laughter is the best medicine, then its just as well we are all able to laugh at ourselves and our antics, as is very obvious on this thread..

While you're all looking for baubles' marbles perhaps you'd keep an eye open for mine... I'm afraid I've forgotten what colour they are, and how big they are, but they are spherical and made of glass so shouldn't be too difficult to spot. Until this morning I thought I'd just mislaid them and they would soon turn up, but then something made me realise that they were definitely lost... At 10.45 I was sitting casually looking through recent emails and decided to check the one with arrangements for meeting my friend for coffee, tomorrow (Thursday 28th). Shock, horror " Hi, see you at the usual place, 10.30 Wednesday 27th..." I was in a very 'dishevelled' (understatement) state, just about to have a bath, hair wash and change clothes. Rang her mobile, pleaded forgiveness, spruced up and leapt in the car. Arrived at venue (a 40-mile drive for her, much nearer for me) almost an hour late, purple-faced (an unfortunate combo of exertion and embarrassment). A large cappucino, a chocolate brownie and all was forgiven... A very good friend!

And Oedipuss...

That was what we called the cat we had when I was young, Alie.

i used to have one called Poo....

Thanks for that Joy It is a comfort to know that we are not the only ones with non PC cat names.

Granny23 I knew somebody with a three-legged cat, affectionately known as 'Tripod'.

When I came out of A&E feeling distinctly battered, arm in a sling and fingers all strapped up, coat hanging loose on shoulders in the chill breeze, Dear Brother and I had to search the carpark for the car (he had parked it somewhat hurriedly after dropping me off at the door in an even worse state, so some excuse).

Bez on holiday in USA last year I not only took photographs of the number plate of our hire car but also took pics of where we parked almost every time we went out.

Made for bizarre holiday snaps.

We have a hire car here in US - had it about four weeks and it goes back tomorrow - twice today we have gone along parked cars pressing the switch on the key to see which one lights up!! It is complicated by the fact that here in Michigan cars do not have front number plates.
We are now getting in the festive mood for Thanksgiving on Thursday - does require taking .

Yesterday, I told DH I was going to iron the carpet! ( I meant, HOOVER)

I can relate to your mum losing her car.
Twice, I have pushed a trolleyload od shopping around Asda car park, looking for my car.Cause Ive forgotten where I put it..Twice, it was pouring with rain, too!

Oh Gally, how I laughed at your cucumber v.cauliflowers. Really is funny how when we come to describe something, the name just comes out of your mouth as if it had been hovering there all the time!! ....does the fact that we can still laugh at other peoples lack of marbels mean that we are actually still endowed with enough of our own to work out they are crazy, and we are normal! Well I know what I mean anyway!!

Sets of specs in every room!!! I live in a one bedroom bungalow. I have 8 pairs of specs (thanks to the pound shop). The 9th is kept in the car! Even I cant believe that I wouldn't be able to lay hands on a pair if wanted, but having found one pair in the fridge, and another balanced on top of a plantpot outside, then found 3 pairs all together sitting on the arm of a chair, but of course I could not find then as they were invisable!! - I think I need to revist the pound shop to double my hoard!!

Number plates! Oh dear! Got pulled in by Mr Plod the other week and when asked my number plate, I asked him to move, so I could get out of the car, walked round and read it to him!! Apparently the reason he was asking me was to acertain that I had not stolen it!!

I clearly remember my Mum who is now 98 yrs old, parking her car in Leeds City centre when she was in her mid 80's. Swore black was white it had been stolen from where she had parked it. She had this poor innocent person call the police for her. Her car was found two street away where she had parked it!! If she could loose a car in her mid 80's, can anyone imagine what she is capable of now!!!!! Grief! Me and my specs have nothing on her..

My latest senior moment was when I went for a train recently and the booking man said '11.30' to which I replied 'oh has the 10.30 been cancelled?' '£11.30' he replied !

Today's missing marble moment came when I looked out the Kitchen window and saw 'our' cat eating bread that had been put out for the birds. I summoned DH to come and see this strange behaviour and the pair of us watched astonished as the cat leapt up into the plum tree and, with amazing agility, bounced over to inspect the bird feeders which hang there. I waved at the cat to come down and went to open the back door to encourage him to come into the house for proper food. Suddenly DH shouted 'No! that's not our cat'. Same size, same tortoiseshell markings, same blue collar but with FOUR LEGS, which neither of us had noticed. Our 3 legged Cassidy was asleep on the couch as usual.

DH reckons we should call the strange cat JAKE - after Jake the Peg, with the extra leg!

#wewillhavetheCPLafterus4thesedisabilistcatnames!