Monday, January 08, 2007

Going on a Treasure Hunt

We are supposed to register Keith for kindergarten this week (already?!). One problem: can't find his birth certificate. Actually, I can't find ANYONE's as they are all kept together in a pink manilla folder along with the kids' social security cards and our marriage certificate. I KNOW I had the darn thing last July--in fact the week we moved--'cause that was when I had to pull out Mary's birth certificate to register HER at her new school. The folder was not in all the obvious places, so this weekend I determined I had to begin the search.

I probably spent two hours Sunday looking for that darn pink folder. I started by going through all the "computer desk" boxes that are still piled up around John's computer desk. That would be the obvious place for it, since that's basically where we keep the darn thing when we're actually unpacked and organized. Then I started on the piles of boxes in the basement--just in case the folder got set in one when they were all sitting in our den and then got moved down there.

This is what I found:

1. My elusive address book (yay!)
2. Keith's most-missed Spongebob slippers
3. AAA batteries (needed for Mary's mermaid toy she got for X-mas)
4. A dead mouse (poor thing probably hadn't been there too long....)
5. The baby books
6. Our photo albums and miscellaneous to-be-hung-up pictures

What I did NOT find:
1. The @#$% pink folder with all our important stuff

I finally told John "I give up. You can search later." I figured I would just register Keith without the birth certificate and take it over later when/if we found it (or had to order another copy from City Hall).

Later, after the kids had gone to bed and I'm folding laundry upstairs (the never-ending cycle), John comes up and throws a big pink folder in my lap. "Took me five minutes!" he claims triumphantly. Where the freak was it???? In the stupid "computer desk" boxes piled around his desk--in the VERY FIRST ONE he looked at. WHY didn't *I* find it?? No clue. I SWEAR I looked in every single one of those boxes (and multiple times over the last week and half since I've known I needed it).

*sigh* Must be the sinus headache that I've had for the last MONTH.

I give up.

5 comments:

MR said...

> open box
you find:
an address book
slippers
batteries
mouse (dead)
baby books
photos

> take book
Which book, the address book or the baby book?
>address
What?
> take the address book
taken.
> take batteries
taken.
> take mouse
taken.
> put batteries in mouse
Inserting the battery in the one, ahem, opening you can find, the mouse returns to life! "Thank you!" he exclaims, "and as the King of the mice wizards, I grant you one wish!"
> wish for pink folder
I don't know how to 'wish'
> mouse, give me the pink folder
I don't see any pink folder here.
> ask mouse for folder
The mouse wizard waves his claws in the air and the pink folder appears! In that same instant he is gone.

There is a pink folder here.
> take folder
taken.


As for the headaches, you might want to try a humidifier if you've had it for that long.

Marcus said...

Pink? I guess chosen because it was easy to see. Ha ha ha. Anyway, Mary was happy as well as Keith. Now the adults can be happy! "You're in the pink", as used often including commercials.

John Q. said...

It wasn't really 5 minutes, more like 15 seconds. I just didn't want you to feel bad.

And I would describe my tone as less "triumphant" and more "pitying".

Cerpicio said...

One word:
Safe Deposit Box

Ok, yeah, three words.

Paula and I just rented one and put passports, marriage certificate, birth certificates, etc, in it.

John Q. said...

Far too practical, Jeff.

JOHN AND CARRIE HERE! HELLLLLOOOOOOOO!!!