Where Is That Ringing Coming From?

Embarrassing is the only word I can think of to explain the situation I found myself in yesterday. Or maybe that saying "If my head wasn't screwed on straight I'd probably loose that too" could sum it up. Either way I did NOT want to blog my blonde moment, however my mom keeps bringing up how funny she thought it was and so do all the other people she has been telling. Nice? By now some Great-Aunt once removed is laughing at some 3rd hand story that has absolutely no resemblance of the truth. Thus to keep it all straight...

As I went through my morning routine I realized I hadn't heard my cell phone ring for the traditional morning chat with my sister. Maybe I missed her. I started looking in my purse. The cell phone wasn't there. Did I take it out last night? I check the counters, tables...nothing. Mmmm...Maybe it's still in the car. That wouldn't be a first. An hour later I'm out at the car getting ready to do some errands. I check the car. No phone. Ugh! I hate doing errands and not having my cell phone with me. (I have an attachment issue)

As I'm driving I start running through my previous evenings events and try to locate in my over-crowed mind the last place I had the phone. Aaa-ha! In the stroller. We had walked around the mall for some family entertainment. It's probably in there. It wouldn't be the first time. (If you haven't noticed by now, leaving my cell phone in odd places isn't a new thing for me.) Excited to finally have it I jetted from the car and checked out the stroller in the trunk. Bummer. It's not there.

After finishing my errands and load the kids back into the house. I strip search it one more time while shushing the kids, I push redial on the house phone trying to hear my phone ring. (Don't laugh, I know y'all have do that one before.) Suddenly I remember that one time we searched for the TV remote for months and found in buried deep deep down the side of the couch. I cram my hand in. No such luck. Now I'm freakin'. (And on a side note, I still hadn't told Larry about the lost phone by this point. I knew he'd be shaking his head with "not again" written across his forehead.)

For my last ditch effort I headed down to the car parked in front of my apartment and bring the house phone with me. Of course the portable phone connection only reaches to the sidewalk...so I have to push redial, put it on the sidewalk, run to the car and listen for my phone to ring. I hear it...barely!! I'm saved!! I start digging around. Shoot it stopped. It went to voicemail. Dang it! I run back to the sidewalk, push redial. And begin the search again. I know I hear it. Aaa-ha! The trunk. So I open the it. Run back to the portable phone on the sidewalk. OH PLEASE I HOPE THAT NO ONE IS LOOKING OUT THEIR WINDOW RIGHT THEN WATCHING ME DO THIS. I MUST OF LOOKED NUTS! Push redial. Upon searching the trunk. Nothing. I don't even hear a thing. I was "warm" and now I'm "cold". Schnizzle!

So I try again. I'm even so desperate I start unlocking all the kids car seats and throwing them out of the car. And if that isn't desperate I don't know what is because locking car seats into the car is no easy chore. And I have 3! Guess what. No phone. BUT I HEAR IT...barely! So I reload the car, lock it up and start searching the sidewalk. Maybe it dropped out of my purse on the way into the house last night. I'm grasping at straws by this point.

Now this particular day I had parked in my favorite spot. It's the closest to my apartment and has the huge trash bin next to it and makes it so there's a wide area for the HUGE Buick doors to swing out. Although I do have to admit that the stench of HOT trash during the summer leaves much to be desired. I redial the cell phone number. I hear it louder now. Oh FREAK!!!!! It's in the trash can!!!! All I can do at this point is roll my eyes.

So I take the deepest breath I can and pull the side doors open to locate our trash bag. Thankfully my luck had changed and for 15 hours my cell phone had been ringing off and on while sitting right on top.

On a side note I would like to thank all of the 1/2 drunk college students who clutter up most of my apartment complex for being too lazy to empty their trash that morning.

Truly I wish I could make up some story of how on the "kids" chucked my phone in the trash can. BUT honestly it was me. I through out in a shopping bag, thinking it was only full of crap I didn't need. Obviously I was wrong. Now excuse me while I rub down my cell phone in anti-bacterial lotion.