In the year 2005

I looked at myspace for the first time in months tonight. I go there from time to time to spy on people that do not have facebook. Anyway, I had a little mini-blog on there, so I read through it. It was fun to read what was going on in my life four years ago. I had just moved back in with my parents, things were getting more serious with Dalan, and I was notorious for losing my keys. I was so frustrated with myself for totally losing my keys yet again. I will assure you that I think that is that last time I lost my keys. However, it was not the last time I locked my keys in the car....that happened a few months ago.

9/8/05

Well, as some of you know, I was born with a brain defect....I do not have the ability to keep track of keys, and unfortunately this week, my disability has acted up again. I have lost my keys. I last had them Monday morning at approx. 2:45 am, and now nothing.

I have no keys. I am using my spare to drive my car, but the rest are gone. Luckily, I had no house key, because my parents don't trust me (with good reason) with keys. I am suppose to house sit for my friends this weekend, and their house key is gone.....I am the worse house sitter ever. Now I need to take an extended lunch break and get a spare key from them.

My entire family or roommates if you will, have spent the evening searching for the damn things, but to no avail. We even reenacted the night the keys were last seen, but still they remain at large.

9/28/05

Well kids, I found my keys. They were in the bin where I keep all my flip flops....obviously...I don't know why I didn't look there weeks ago. They were found on Saturday. Today, I go to work. I was charging my ipod in the car and then had the extra stress of putting the ipod in my purse so it wouldn't get stolen. So I work a long 8 hour day. I go to leave work...no keys. I thought I was going cry! I screamed to the the heavens above, "dear god, how could this be happening again." I find my keys on the driver's seat of my car. I had to call my roommates (aka parents) to bring my nub (my nickname for my trusty spare key). I now know without a doubt in my mind that I am missing the part of my brain that keeps track of keys.