A Man's Memory...

I remember growing up, Mom was always on Dad, because he'd complain and complain and complain about not being able to find something, and it NEVER failed....the minute she'd go in search of that missing object, she'd find it instantly. Ketchup in the fridge hidden by a gallon milk. Toilet paper that wasn't directly next to the toilet but was in the cabinet. That favorite sweatshirt for fall harvest that must be lost...behind the seat of his pickup truck. I always just laughed and said, "oh dad". Now...I totally get why Mom was always so frustrated! :) They say you will marry a man who has many of your father's traits, and all I have to say in reply to that is, ain't that the truth!

Jason carries two cell phones -- a nextel phone for work and our his personal cell phone. One evening about a week ago, Jason was searching "high and low" for his missing work phone. He'd looked in all the obvious usual places, and couldn't find it. The next day, in some downtime at work, he glanced through his truck tore his truck inside & out looking for it. That night, he retraced his steps, and came to the conclusion that the kids lost it. He'd made a call with it on his way home from work, then picked the kids up...so they must have played with it and lost it. In the midst of a hectic couple of weeks, I promised I'd help him look in his truck...it had to be there, based on his memory. "Oh no, it's not there Kim, I turned that truck inside out looking for that damn thing"....

Fast forward to last Sunday night. I'm getting ready to go to bed, and on the warpath, Jason once again wants to search for his work phone. As I am saying goodnight, he slyly throws in a "fine, don't worry about the promise you made to help me look for it..." and guilts me into helping him look. I dig up a flashlight, throw on his crocks, and march outside...half ticked because he's being a baby about it, half ticked that it's time for me to be in bed, and one quarter ticked that we're even looking for the stupid thing in the first place. LOW AND BEHOLD...after about 45 seconds of looking in his truck, there between the seats, lies his stupid, flipping, work cell phone. Of course, Jason praised me as though I'd moved heaven and earth to find this device for him....when all I really did for him, was move the seat cushions apart a bit. GO FIGURE.

So, Dad, Jason (and all other men who might be "search & rescue challenged"...) my advice to you is this: If at first you can't find what you are looking for, put forth just a pinch more effort, and move something out of your way...because perhaps, just perhaps, you might find what you were looking for! ;)

Love you! :)