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Title: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 15, 2010, 06:49:15 AM
While we've covered what happened to Baby Azaria, etc, how about a discussion of our own personal most-likely-never-solved mysteries.

Here's mine:


I had the same mailman for years and years (at 3 different addresses!), until I finally moved a couple of blocks away from his route.   


Five or six years later, I was at the grocery store and ran into him.  He told me that, a couple years ago, someone sent a huge envelope full of who-knows-what to my old address.

 Of course, by the time my change of address form had long expired.  He had no choice but to return it to the sender.


  He went on and on about how "impressive" it was.  Since it had been a couple years, he didn't recall anything about the postmark or return address, except that it looked "personal".


What was in it? 

Who was it from?

Obviously the sender didn't know I moved, so why send me something all of a sudden?  I only lived at that address for 18 months, so it would have to be someone from that time frame.

So many questions.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on May 15, 2010, 07:30:13 AM
Where did all my Thank you notes from my wedding disappear too? 

My DH and I sat down and wrote them all over a weekend about a month out from our wedding.  We were together when I dropped them off at the post office drop box.  We both remember doing it.

Not one person got a thank you note. 

I didn't find out about until 6 years later when a friend mentioned that she would have really liked to have gotten some of the pictures from our wedding.  Well, I had put some in her thank you note...when I mentioned that she told me she never got one.  I discreetly inquired and found out not one single person received their thank you notes.

I wonder were they ended up? The reining theory is that post office drop box is a portal to another dimension  ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: SiotehCat on May 15, 2010, 07:36:39 AM
Years and years ago, my partner and I were staying at my mothers house. She did a bunch of grocery shopping one night, and in that, she had bought a big jar of pickles. That same night, I stayed up extra late doing a Where's Waldo? book. The next morning, the pickles were gone.

For years, it has been thought that I ate those pickles. It only makes sense. However, I did not eat those pickles. Nobody will confess.

I would like to know who took those pickles.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on May 15, 2010, 09:11:51 AM
Years and years ago, my partner and I were staying at my mothers house. She did a bunch of grocery shopping one night, and in that, she had bought a big jar of pickles. That same night, I stayed up extra late doing a Where's Waldo? book. The next morning, the pickles were gone.

For years, it has been thought that I ate those pickles. It only makes sense. However, I did not eat those pickles. Nobody will confess.

I would like to know who took those pickles.

Was there actually an empty jar found?  My first thought was that the jar didn't get put in the bag or fell out in the trunk.  I have had that happen several times.

Also, I have a story of the disappearing yogurt.  I kept fussing at my DH because I thought he was eating extra portions of it.  He swore it wasn't him eating it.  One morning I woke up to mystery substance on me....yeap, it was yogurt.  I sleepwalk...turns out I was sleep eating.  I guess it could have been worse than yogurt.  :-\

Why is it when you look for <insert object of your choice> for days, weeks or months and finally give up and purchase a replacement, that you suddenly find <object>?  It is infuriating.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MeeLee on May 15, 2010, 09:44:09 AM
Years ago, a guy left me a message on my answering machine asking me out. No clue who he was. He called again and my room mate answered the phone and then I never heard from him again. Have no clue who he was.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: EmmaJ. on May 15, 2010, 10:22:30 AM
I have only one drawer in my kitchen where I keep ALL of my cooking utensils.  The one item I use most often is my wooden spoon.  One day last month, getting ready to cook dinner, I opened the drawer to get the wooden spoon.  Not there.  Not in the dishwasher, not in the sink.  I went back to the drawer and took every single item out searching for it but no wooden spoon.  I live alone - there was no one else to blame.

Sigh.  Wondered if I accidently tossed it out while cleaning.  Rats.

Finished cooking the potatoes, went back to the drawer for the masher and the wooden spoon was right there on top.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Aggiesque on May 15, 2010, 10:25:41 AM
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Years and years ago, my partner and I were staying at my mothers house. She did a bunch of grocery shopping one night, and in that, she had bought a big jar of pickles. That same night, I stayed up extra late doing a Where's Waldo? book. The next morning, the pickles were gone.

For years, it has been thought that I ate those pickles. It only makes sense. However, I did not eat those pickles. Nobody will confess.

I would like to know who took those pickles.

I wonder if they didn't get left at the store; I've had that happen a few times, things were overlooked and didn't get bagged. Now I'm wondering about your pickles?

Perhaps waldo took them, and that's why he's hiding.....!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: sbtier on May 15, 2010, 10:38:24 AM
Two years ago I was in the hospital.  I called my house to listen to my messages, which included one with a unknown woman's voice saying she's heard I was in the hospital and let me know if there was anything she could do for me (the beginning of the message was garbled and I couldn't understand the person's name).  Complete mystery because almost nobody knew I was hospitalized.  The only thing I could think was it was someone from my company's HR but they said it wasn't them. Nobody ever came forward saying they left the message.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Information_queen on May 15, 2010, 10:49:56 AM
I want to know where all my spoons and coffee mugs are.

They are not in the dishwasher, the cabinet, the drawer, or my husband's car (the usual culprit). Or the sink.

So where did they all go?

I'm hoping I can solve this mystery this weekend. Everything has to be moved, so surely we'll find the missing items. Or not.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kherbert05 on May 15, 2010, 10:51:54 AM
Where did all my Thank you notes from my wedding disappear too? 

My DH and I sat down and wrote them all over a weekend about a month out from our wedding.  We were together when I dropped them off at the post office drop box.  We both remember doing it.

Not one person got a thank you note. 

I didn't find out about until 6 years later when a friend mentioned that she would have really liked to have gotten some of the pictures from our wedding.  Well, I had put some in her thank you note...when I mentioned that she told me she never got one.  I discreetly inquired and found out not one single person received their thank you notes.

I wonder were they ended up? The reining theory is that post office drop box is a portal to another dimension  ;D

Was it an outside post box? One day my Mom was driving past the post office. An employee was oppening the outside box and a West Texas wind came up.  Several pieces of mail were blown out of the box onto the street. The employee finished emptying the box and left the stuff that had blown out sitting in the street.

Or they are going to find you Thank You notes in the home of a former employee with tons of other undelivered mail.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 15, 2010, 11:01:16 AM
Where did all my Thank you notes from my wedding disappear too? 

My DH and I sat down and wrote them all over a weekend about a month out from our wedding.  We were together when I dropped them off at the post office drop box.  We both remember doing it.

Not one person got a thank you note. 

I didn't find out about until 6 years later when a friend mentioned that she would have really liked to have gotten some of the pictures from our wedding.  Well, I had put some in her thank you note...when I mentioned that she told me she never got one.  I discreetly inquired and found out not one single person received their thank you notes.

I wonder were they ended up? The reining theory is that post office drop box is a portal to another dimension  ;D

Was it an outside post box? One day my Mom was driving past the post office. An employee was oppening the outside box and a West Texas wind came up.  Several pieces of mail were blown out of the box onto the street. The employee finished emptying the box and left the stuff that had blown out sitting in the street.

Or they are going to find you Thank You notes in the home of a former employee with tons of other undelivered mail.

I'm not surprized that it happens, but that the postal employee invariably doesn't dump the mail but leaves it to be found. Truly boggling.

My only mystery is the common one- where the heck do the socks go?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MovieLover on May 15, 2010, 11:15:46 AM
My personal mystery is where my 5 carat sapphire encircled with diamonds disappeared to when on vacation at my son's home.  No one visited, no one came in or out, just myself, his wife and my son.  I do not believe either one of them took it as they both have free access to my other jewelry, many pieces of which have larger stones and are more valuable.  Plus if it was money they needed all they need to do is just ask for it, they know I would give it to them but they have never asked for or needed any. 

It's just gone.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Daffydilly on May 15, 2010, 11:50:42 AM
Dazi said "Why is it when you look for <insert object of your choice> for days, weeks or months and finally give up and purchase a replacement, that you suddenly find <object>?  It is infuriating."
I think that's called the big box store effect, they need another sale and activate a cloaking device over the item you have at home. Voila, it's disappeared and no one knows what to do. And the day you support the store buying a new one, the cloaking device turns off.

My mother had this problem, both my little brothers loved their pacifiers. And it was always on some random night, they'd both loose them. Cribs have been torn apart and a tiny bedroom they slept in gave up nothing. And my mother had to go to the store "twice" that night. First time, she bought a double pack in each boy's size. Second time, to get yet another double pack for the younger one. The double pack had disappeared one at a time.
And we never did find most of them after the boys outgrew them.

My personal opinion is mini black holes develop where ever the item in question is located.
Now if science could just support my theory...
 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on May 15, 2010, 11:57:59 AM
Where did all my Thank you notes from my wedding disappear too? 

My DH and I sat down and wrote them all over a weekend about a month out from our wedding.  We were together when I dropped them off at the post office drop box.  We both remember doing it.

Not one person got a thank you note. 

I didn't find out about until 6 years later when a friend mentioned that she would have really liked to have gotten some of the pictures from our wedding.  Well, I had put some in her thank you note...when I mentioned that she told me she never got one.  I discreetly inquired and found out not one single person received their thank you notes.

I wonder were they ended up? The reining theory is that post office drop box is a portal to another dimension  ;D

Was it an outside post box? One day my Mom was driving past the post office. An employee was oppening the outside box and a West Texas wind came up.  Several pieces of mail were blown out of the box onto the street. The employee finished emptying the box and left the stuff that had blown out sitting in the street.

Or they are going to find you Thank You notes in the home of a former employee with tons of other undelivered mail.
No, it was the drop box that went directly inside the post office.  There were so many of them that they wouldn't fit it my mailbox.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Animala on May 15, 2010, 12:18:25 PM
I got a weird one.  My great grandfather had a rather large uncut diamond.  He put it away in a safety deposit box along with important papers to keep for his children after he died.  Well he was very long-lived and his wife died before I was very little and he married again.  The woman he married was a nasty, nasty person.  I can't even begin to describe what a horrible woman she was.  It was bad enough that he divided his land (he had been a farmer) and gave each child their portion not too long after he was married to protect it from his new wife. He kept the safety deposit box a secret. When he died my grandmother and her sister went to the bank to get the diamond but the box was empty.  Accusations flew that the new wife had taken it.  My grandmother and her sister accused each other of taking it.  It was a nasty thing for a few years.  Eventually my grandmother and her sister reconciled with each other, but they never ever spoke to their step-mother again. 

I would really like to know what actually happened to it.  I have to say I'm thankful that there aren't more vaulable things (beside the land) to inherit.  I wouldn't want to deal with that.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Scuba_Dog on May 15, 2010, 12:29:55 PM
I want to know if my Husband's great Aunt and Uncle found his Father's Will at his house, didn't like what it said and disposed of it before we could get there.

I want to know what was in the safe deposit box that we found the key for.  I want to know what else they are lying about.

I want to know if things (items) really can bring you bad luck.

I would really like reassurance that "What goes around, comes around." & "You get what you give" because I already know that "No good deed goes unpunished."



Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 15, 2010, 01:25:20 PM
I want to know where all my spoons and coffee mugs are.

They are not in the dishwasher, the cabinet, the drawer, or my husband's car (the usual culprit). Or the sink.

So where did they all go?

I'm hoping I can solve this mystery this weekend. Everything has to be moved, so surely we'll find the missing items. Or not.

Steak knives.  I started out with 6 knives and now I have 3.  It was, um, interesting at Christmas when I had 3 people over.  There was another similar knife, slightly larger, that I could use in a pinch but it's gone too.  Where do 4 pointy objects disappear to?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 15, 2010, 01:31:48 PM
I want to know where all my spoons and coffee mugs are.

They are not in the dishwasher, the cabinet, the drawer, or my husband's car (the usual culprit). Or the sink.

So where did they all go?

I'm hoping I can solve this mystery this weekend. Everything has to be moved, so surely we'll find the missing items. Or not.

Steak knives.  I started out with 6 knives and now I have 3.  It was, um, interesting at Christmas when I had 3 people over.  There was another similar knife, slightly larger, that I could use in a pinch but it's gone too.  Where do 4 pointy objects disappear to?

Considering all the 'bad guest' stories I read here last night, I'd suggest looking under the bed/couch :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MadMadge43 on May 15, 2010, 01:32:45 PM
I want to know who put the red roses on my father's grave that my mother found.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aventurine on May 15, 2010, 01:47:51 PM
I have a really strange one.

My mother has a really old photo album with pictures of her family dating back to the early 1900s.  We know the pictures are old, but some were undated and nobody in them was identified.  A few years ago, my uncle, who lives in the next state, wanted to see it so we took it with us.  When we got home, we couldn't find it.  We were devastated.  Called uncle, he didn't have it.  Nobody'd seen it.  We finally decided that, since Mama had put it in a plastic grocery sack, that someone had mistaken it for trash and thrown it out. 

Sadness ensued. 

About a year later, Mama found it, still in the plastic grocery sack, in the trunk where she'd always kept it.  (We'd tossed that thing but good in the search.)  There were dates and names beside every unidentified photo, written in pencil. 

 ???

 8)


(There had been no visits between us and Uncle's family in the interim, so it will always remain a mystery.)




Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 15, 2010, 01:57:00 PM
I want to know who put the red roses on my father's grave that my mother found.

Oh, that reminded me of a former mystery.

My sister died when she was 21, and we would regularly find a rose on her grave. It wasn't until years later when mom and I were attending the funeral of a HS friend of my sis that we found out it had been him all along. (he died of aids, back when aids was still a huge mystery, the whole thing was just. so. sad)

I hope when you/your mom discover who it was that left the roses you can find it more sweet than sad or 'wrong' :'(
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaylee on May 15, 2010, 02:00:52 PM
About a year later, Mama found it, still in the plastic grocery sack, in the trunk where she'd always kept it.  (We'd tossed that thing but good in the search.)  There were dates and names beside every unidentified photo, written in pencil. 

 ???

 8)


(There had been no visits between us and Uncle's family in the interim, so it will always remain a mystery.)

That one is just plain weird.

Our theory on disappearing pointy items is that the cats hide them.  It's all we've got.  We've had two paring knives (one a really nice one!) go missing in the last couple of years.

My husband, who prides himself on never losing anything, lost his keys about 10 years ago, but we knew what had happened--there had been a big snowstorm and we were outside playing in the snow, and he realized as soon as we got home.  He had a special couple of items on that keyring, and I spent several months replacing them (one was a souvenir Broadway keychain I finally found on eBay).

Fast forward to about 6 months ago.  My husband calls me at work.  He's locked out, his keys are missing.   They're not in his jacket, not in his messenger bag, he went back to work and they're not at his desk or in the office.  He was REALLY annoyed, and had to wait outside for about an hour before I could get home.  We ransacked the house in case he hadn't taken them with him.  We also keep our keys on a ring in the hallway.  Nada.

I started the process of trying to recreate the keyring AGAIN.  About a month later, I picked up my husband's bag to empty out the old newspapers and his lunchbag from the previous day.  Staring up at me were the keys.  He uses that bag every day.  

We blame the cats for that one too.  Who else is there to blame?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kherbert05 on May 15, 2010, 02:10:31 PM
I had a cousin (actually Dad's 1st cousin) who was something of a recluse. He lived with his Mother and Father who had Parkinson's. His father passed away and it was his Mom and him. We all had a hard time checking on them because they didn't want anyone in the house.

He was found sitting in the living room with a book open to the symptoms of a heart attack. He had died of an heart attack.

At the funeral there was this woman - no one knew. She had a huge arrangement of red roses. The rest of us were sad, but she was hysterically crying. After the interment a bunch of us went to nearby graves of relatives. We all asked each other if anyone knew who the woman was. No-one did. His siblings even checked with their Mom - she didn't know who the woman was.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 15, 2010, 02:13:48 PM
I had a cousin (actually Dad's 1st cousin) who was something of a recluse. He lived with his Mother and Father who had Parkinson's. His father passed away and it was his Mom and him. We all had a hard time checking on them because they didn't want anyone in the house.

He was found sitting in the living room with a book open to the symptoms of a heart attack. He had died of an heart attack.

At the funeral there was this woman - no one knew. She had a huge arrangement of red roses. The rest of us were sad, but she was hysterically crying. After the interment a bunch of us went to nearby graves of relatives. We all asked each other if anyone knew who the woman was. No-one did. His siblings even checked with their Mom - she didn't know who the woman was.

Maybe I'm biased, but I really like the idea of someone having a 'secret life', even tho it might drive me/other's nuts trying to figure it out.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: guihong on May 15, 2010, 02:26:44 PM
Where is my brother's first daughter (my niece)?  When her mother and my brother got divorced, they severed all ties and we haven't seen her in over 40 years.  All I have is her mother's maiden name, and I do know that the mother remarried and niece was adopted by the new husband.  No one in my family had the guts to ask my brother where she was, even if we couldn't understand not knowing where your child was for her entire life, and now he's gone.  We'll never know.

What do the mystery keys in my junk drawer go to?  I'm afraid to throw them out, as sure shooting I'll find some locked box that can only be opened with the key  ::). 

Who are the people in my grandmother's photo album?  We found a photo album of some people in our family, but others are mysteries.  There were some pictures of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, so we think they just might be "fake" people in there, the way some photo albums sold today come with a picture in them. 

When I converted to Judaism, I was surprised to find the service very familiar (I was raised Protestant, with no Jewish relatives and few Jewish friends).  The music, the prayers were all familiar and I "knew" what was going to happen next.  I do have some memories of my mother buying matzoes in the spring, and fuzzy memories of going to a synagogue.  She was supposed to be Episcopalian.  Much later I found that my mother's family name was changed from a more Jewish sounding name, and I suspect that her family was at least part Jewish and immigrated to escape persecution (which did happen in their city in Germany).  Both my parents are gone, and I never wanted to uncover what was apparently a secret, anyway.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kherbert05 on May 15, 2010, 03:21:57 PM
I had a cousin (actually Dad's 1st cousin) who was something of a recluse. He lived with his Mother and Father who had Parkinson's. His father passed away and it was his Mom and him. We all had a hard time checking on them because they didn't want anyone in the house.

He was found sitting in the living room with a book open to the symptoms of a heart attack. He had died of an heart attack.

At the funeral there was this woman - no one knew. She had a huge arrangement of red roses. The rest of us were sad, but she was hysterically crying. After the interment a bunch of us went to nearby graves of relatives. We all asked each other if anyone knew who the woman was. No-one did. His siblings even checked with their Mom - she didn't know who the woman was.

Maybe I'm biased, but I really like the idea of someone having a 'secret life', even tho it might drive me/other's nuts trying to figure it out.

I hope they did have some happiness together. I just feel bad that none of us could approach her and comfort her.

Side note his older brother had died a couple years before and left behind a teenage son. That son was at the funeral and having a hard time of it. Both brothers had died because of damage they did to their bodies due to addictions. The son had a bit of an emotional meltdown at his father's grave asking "Why did you do this?"

We were dealing with him.
The Mom who had lost 2 sons and a husband in a couple of years.

Younger kids who didn't  get why their cousin was talking to the ground. The younger kids knew their Uncle had been very sad. The idea he was in heaven with his Dad and brother and that in heaven all pain is taken away - seemed so simple to them. Uncle was happy now that he wasn't hurting, Pappa could walk and talk again- so why were the grown ups sad.

Several elderly relatives who where having a hard time walking across the grave yard.

By the time we got them all sorted the woman with the roses was gone - and no-one had invited her back for a meal. We all felt guilty like we let cousin down.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cellardoor14 on May 15, 2010, 03:26:19 PM
I want to know where all my spoons and coffee mugs are.

They are not in the dishwasher, the cabinet, the drawer, or my husband's car (the usual culprit). Or the sink.

So where did they all go?

I'm hoping I can solve this mystery this weekend. Everything has to be moved, so surely we'll find the missing items. Or not.

Steak knives.  I started out with 6 knives and now I have 3.  It was, um, interesting at Christmas when I had 3 people over.  There was another similar knife, slightly larger, that I could use in a pinch but it's gone too.  Where do 4 pointy objects disappear to?

I am missing one steak knife out of the 24 piece knife set we got as a marriage present.  I have searched high and low, and no one is fessing up  to accidentally dumping it into the trash yet.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 15, 2010, 03:28:22 PM
kherbert05,

Ah, that's just all really sad. I know you wish you could have reached out to her, but it sounds like you were already dealing with a lot. ((hugs))
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: audrey11 on May 15, 2010, 04:11:28 PM
Several years ago, one of my relatives mysteriously disappeared.  He just never came home one night.  A few months after he disappeared, the FBI questioned his (adult) children and his wife.  No one had a clue.  A few years later, he returned and could not remember a thing about where he'd been.  I'm not sure if he realized he'd even been gone.  Where was he when he was missing?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: sbtier on May 15, 2010, 04:44:46 PM
Speaking of graves, there is a man buried in our family plot and we don't know his name.  During the depression, my grandmother's neighbor died and my grandmother let his wife bury him in our family plot because she didn't have money for a grave.  Over time, the man's name has been lost by the family and the cemetary doesn't have any record.  We just call him 'The Neighbor'. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: SiotehCat on May 15, 2010, 04:46:31 PM
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Years and years ago, my partner and I were staying at my mothers house. She did a bunch of grocery shopping one night, and in that, she had bought a big jar of pickles. That same night, I stayed up extra late doing a Where's Waldo? book. The next morning, the pickles were gone.

For years, it has been thought that I ate those pickles. It only makes sense. However, I did not eat those pickles. Nobody will confess.

I would like to know who took those pickles.

I wonder if they didn't get left at the store; I've had that happen a few times, things were overlooked and didn't get bagged. Now I'm wondering about your pickles?

Perhaps waldo took them, and that's why he's hiding.....!

The jar was never found, but my step mother swears she remembers putting it in the fridge when she was unpacking the groceries. Sometimes when partner and I are having a romantic moment or something like that, he will ask me what really happened to the pickles. Like I am going to confess in the moment.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 15, 2010, 09:07:48 PM
Ah, but the pickles! That's, that's where I had them. They laughed at me and made jokes, but I proved beyond the shadow of a doubt, and with, with geometric logic, that, that a duplicate key to the wardroom icebox did exist
 ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: wolfie on May 15, 2010, 09:17:36 PM
Where did the two jars of jam that I bought within weeks of each other go? Neither was opened and one was a very big jar - I remember carrying that one in and my SO looked at it and remarked that it was a big jar.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: TychaBrahe on May 15, 2010, 09:33:21 PM
When I converted to Judaism, I was surprised to find the service very familiar (I was raised Protestant, with no Jewish relatives and few Jewish friends).  The music, the prayers were all familiar and I "knew" what was going to happen next.  I do have some memories of my mother buying matzoes in the spring, and fuzzy memories of going to a synagogue.  She was supposed to be Episcopalian.  Much later I found that my mother's family name was changed from a more Jewish sounding name, and I suspect that her family was at least part Jewish and immigrated to escape persecution (which did happen in their city in Germany).  Both my parents are gone, and I never wanted to uncover what was apparently a secret, anyway.

My father told me about some people he met in Texas.  They were descended from Spaniards and lived in a rural community, where they farmed.  They had a lot of "odd" habits.

The raised cows and chickens, but refused to raise pigs.  They always changed the linens on the beds on Friday mornings.  They had very particular dietary habits.  And every Saturday they would meet in the middle of someone's cornfield and hold a religious meeting.

Each of the odd things they did were things they had been made to promise their parents to do forever, but to never ask why.  Often their parents didn't know why, just that they had also promised their parents. 

My father thinks they were descended from conversos.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on May 16, 2010, 01:04:53 AM
I have lost time.  Twice.  Now, I don't actually believe in alien abductions, but if I did...

The first time, I was driving down I-90/39 from Wisconsin toward DeKalb, Illinois to visit my boyfriend at NIU.  One second I'm just passing the first of the Rockford exits.  The next, I'm at a toll booth on I-88 heading toward Chicago, a distance of about 50 or 60 miles.  I was REALLY late to his soccer game.  To this day, I have no idea what happened.

The second time was about two years ago.  My husband came home from work and told me not to forget about my doctor's appointment the next day.  "What?  That's not 'til Friday!" I said, thinking he was nuts.  "Uh, hon, today is Thursday."  He likes to play tricks on me.  So I looked at my phone calendar.  Sure enough, he was right.  I'd thought it was Tuesday.  Now, I've thought it was the wrong day many times before.  It wasn't like that.  I could not remember what I'd done for the two days before that.  No clue.  It was like I'd gone to bed on Monday night and woken up to Thursday.  It's still very unsettling.  And hilarious.  My husband still makes fun of me for it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 16, 2010, 01:12:00 AM
I have lost time.  Twice.  Now, I don't actually believe in alien abductions, but if I did...

The first time, I was driving down I-90/39 from Wisconsin toward DeKalb, Illinois to visit my boyfriend at NIU.  One second I'm just passing the first of the Rockford exits.  The next, I'm at a toll booth on I-88 heading toward Chicago, a distance of about 50 or 60 miles.  I was REALLY late to his soccer game.  To this day, I have no idea what happened.

The second time was about two years ago.  My husband came home from work and told me not to forget about my doctor's appointment the next day.  "What?  That's not 'til Friday!" I said, thinking he was nuts.  "Uh, hon, today is Thursday."  He likes to play tricks on me.  So I looked at my phone calendar.  Sure enough, he was right.  I'd thought it was Tuesday.  Now, I've thought it was the wrong day many times before.  It wasn't like that.  I could not remember what I'd done for the two days before that.  No clue.  It was like I'd gone to bed on Monday night and woken up to Thursday.  It's still very unsettling.  And hilarious.  My husband still makes fun of me for it.

Things like that happen to me, but mostly because I never look to see what day it is, I do the same thing every day, and I tend to either way overestimate or underestimate time.  Very mundane stuff.  I'd be interested to know what really happened to you, though.  It's actually kind of scary.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: shmoggy on May 16, 2010, 02:07:49 AM
What does my son see when he is sleepwalking??? What is so scary and disturbing? That's one of my mysterys lately. Poor kid.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Clara Bow on May 16, 2010, 09:27:13 AM
How is it that I have the worst sense of direction on the face of the earth but from the very first time I went to Savannah I could navigate the historical district with no map and no problem....the one error that I made was a friend asked me where a certain house was. I was wrong about the location...until I read years later that that house had been moved to it's current spot. I've often wondered if I didn't go to where it was. I've never been totally at home anywhere but Savannah either....I just felt familiar there. Dean swore there was some reincarnation thing to it, but I don't know...I had the eeriest deja-vu' and had never read a book or looked at a lot of pictures of Savannah (certainly not the way I've poked through the great cities of Europe!). Every bit of downtown looked familiar. I've never been able to explain it.

Was the house I grew up in haunted by the old woman who died there? Was the townhouse Hubby and I had haunted by the man murdered there (I never could relax in that place...I always felt like someone was going to break in, even before we knew about the murder).
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: PaintingPastelPrincess on May 16, 2010, 10:43:45 AM
I have only one drawer in my kitchen where I keep ALL of my cooking utensils.  The one item I use most often is my wooden spoon.  One day last month, getting ready to cook dinner, I opened the drawer to get the wooden spoon.  Not there.  Not in the dishwasher, not in the sink.  I went back to the drawer and took every single item out searching for it but no wooden spoon.  I live alone - there was no one else to blame.

Sigh.  Wondered if I accidently tossed it out while cleaning.  Rats.

Finished cooking the potatoes, went back to the drawer for the masher and the wooden spoon was right there on top.

This has happened to me too!  The only thing I can think is maybe I was holding the spoon, focusing on finding it (and thus not registering that it's in my hand), clearing out the drawer, and dropping that spoon back in when I've not found it.  No clue.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: jstlstrnslb on May 16, 2010, 11:01:23 AM
What happened to Papa Frog?

I have a thing for frogs, and as such I have been receiving little froggy trinkets and nicknacks for years. One such gift was a 'family' of four ceramic frogs; two small, and two larger. They were happily placed on a shelf in my bedroom, along with their amphibious brethren, until one day the shelf got knocked, and the largest of the two 'parents' fell off, never to be seen again.

I turned my room upside down hunting for 'him', and even went through my waste paper basket, but to no avail.
A few years ago, I moved out of that room, and had another hunt around whilst my furniture was boing moved, but never found a trace.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: HushHush on May 16, 2010, 11:03:58 AM
Why do my jean capris fit great when I'm standing but suddenly shrink a size when I'm sitting?

Why does my ds read upside down?

What happened to the cowboy statue I gave my grandparents?  No one has seen it for years and no one admitted they took it when they died.  I'd love to have it back.  It wasn't mentioned in the will to go to anyone so I think a certain uncle took it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Alida on May 16, 2010, 11:12:04 AM
Where do my salad forks go to?  And why do I have so many butter knives?  Are the forks converting to butter knives in secret?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: redsfan on May 16, 2010, 11:34:50 AM
I want to know who put the red roses on my father's grave that my mother found.

I have a not so good explanation.  My father died when I was very young, and I hadn't been to the cemetery since I was maybe 6.  Before I went to college, I decided to visit his grave and bring him flowers.  Unfortunately, I went by myself.  I couldn't remember where his grave was.  There was no one in the office to ask, so after an hour of wandering I left the flowers on someone elses grave and left.  I haven't been back.  I didn't think until later about that persons family seeing the flowers and wondering...
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Nora on May 16, 2010, 01:30:29 PM
Several years ago, one of my relatives mysteriously disappeared.  He just never came home one night.  A few months after he disappeared, the FBI questioned his (adult) children and his wife.  No one had a clue.  A few years later, he returned and could not remember a thing about where he'd been.  I'm not sure if he realized he'd even been gone.  Where was he when he was missing?

That is incredibly rare, and if it is a true case, I'm very sorry for everyone involved as the amnesiac may actually have lost all that time. I really dislike it when tv-series and movies "do" amnesia, as it is rarely true to the actual disorder, and the actual disorder(s) are devastating enough.



I'd like to know how my husband and I managed to have the same randomly generated pinnumber when we first met. I lived in Holland when I was a small child, but moved to Norway with my mom when I was 9. After highschool I went back to holland to stay with grandpa for a bit, and there, at the job I took on the advice of my then boyfriend, I met my now DH.

-Why did I move to Holland? Then-boyfriend(norwegian) wanted to go there, I wanted to move to Spain, we threw a coin. He won.
-Then-boyfriend insisted on taking the job in question, a techjob I really did not want, but money was essential, so I took it.

-Boy friend moved out, I met my now-husband. He was my supervisor, actually...
-Went out shopping months later, found out we had same, randomly assigned pin number.

-We also went to the same kindergarten 2 years apart. I moved all the way to Norway, and back, to meet this man that I now spend everything with.

I'm a scientist, and really, truly do not believe in destiny, but I still wonder how that happened. A lot of weird things coincided to get that outcome.


Edited for coherence.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on May 16, 2010, 01:45:43 PM
I was sitting at a fast food resterant today. All of a sudden the tables started shaking?

earthquake?

in Ohio?

maybe?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: mechtilde on May 16, 2010, 01:48:10 PM
Earthquake? Well we get them in England occasionally. The nearest geological fault is in Iceland (Italy being slightly further away, but only just)

What I want to know is why is it that whenever I empty out the washing up bowl there is always a teaspoon in it?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Scuba_Dog on May 16, 2010, 02:14:42 PM
I was sitting at a fast food resterant today. All of a sudden the tables started shaking?

earthquake?

in Ohio?

maybe?

Could have been a little rumble from the New Madrid faultline.

http://www.scchealth.org/docs/ems/docs/prepare/newmadrid.html
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on May 16, 2010, 02:26:15 PM
I was sitting at a fast food resterant today. All of a sudden the tables started shaking?

earthquake?

in Ohio?

maybe?

Could have been a little rumble from the New Madrid faultline.

http://www.scchealth.org/docs/ems/docs/prepare/newmadrid.html

could have been -- I live about 50 miles north of Dayton Oh

I think I remember about 4 quakes in my life though - and ususally they start with a big BOOM -- crazy
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: guihong on May 16, 2010, 03:29:49 PM
I was sitting at a fast food resterant today. All of a sudden the tables started shaking?

earthquake?

in Ohio?

maybe?

Not unusual in western Ohio ;).  I felt one when I lived in Cleveland, even.

http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/states/ohio/history.php
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 16, 2010, 04:38:37 PM
Earthquake? Well we get them in England occasionally. The nearest geological fault is in Iceland (Italy being slightly further away, but only just)

What I want to know is why is it that whenever I empty out the washing up bowl there is always a teaspoon in it?

Yes!  Even after I swish my hand around at the bottom to make sure I got everything, I dump and low and behold, but the magic teaspoon has come to visit. 

Some of my personal mysteries: 
1) Where the heck did my glass pie pan go?  It's never been out of this house, so where could it be?
2) Why do I have no paper clips, bobby pins, or lighters when I need just one of those items?  For instance, I don't need a lighter, but I'll find dozens of paper clips, or I don't need a paper clip, but I find dozens of bobby pins.  And whose bobby pins are these?  I've never bought light-colored brass bobbies, or hot pink ones, what is going on?
3) How did I get such a monstrous stack of dirty dishes in my sink?  (Haha, oh wait, no mystery, just laziness  :P ;) :-[)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: dietcokeofevil on May 16, 2010, 04:58:08 PM
Where did that wooden spoon with the funky handle come from?  I've asked people that have brought dishes over to my house in the past and no one has claimed it.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Clara Bow on May 16, 2010, 05:12:09 PM
I was sitting at a fast food resterant today. All of a sudden the tables started shaking?

earthquake?

in Ohio?

maybe?

Could have been a little rumble from the New Madrid faultline.

http://www.scchealth.org/docs/ems/docs/prepare/newmadrid.html

could have been -- I live about 50 miles north of Dayton Oh

I think I remember about 4 quakes in my life though - and ususally they start with a big BOOM -- crazy
There was one in central Georgia when I was a child...a huge boom (we were visiting friends of my folks and the adults thought that us kids had done something to make the sound...it was like furniture being thrown around.

They swore it was us until Dad read in the paper the next day that there was a small earthquake. You'd have thought the geologists would have known it wasn't the poor children  >:D (Daddy and his friends were both geo profs)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on May 16, 2010, 05:20:19 PM
Where did that wooden spoon with the funky handle come from?  I've asked people that have brought dishes over to my house in the past and no one has claimed it.



On that note...Where did the ginormous wooden handle butcher knife come from?  It doesn't belong to my set of knives and none of my extended family of friends will claim it.  Also, where do all my spoons and forks go? and why do I keep finding extra butter knives and shrimp forks that don't match my pattern? and where did my favorite colander disappear to for over six months and then one day I just find it sitting on my counter?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aventurine on May 16, 2010, 05:21:57 PM
Where did the ginormous wooden handle butcher knife come from? 


It's mine.  It went missing a few years ago.  Not a clue where it got off to ... until now  [/jarring music]


 ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on May 16, 2010, 05:30:04 PM
I was sitting at a fast food resterant today. All of a sudden the tables started shaking?

earthquake?

in Ohio?

maybe?

I don't see why not.  We get them in Florida (though infrequently, I think the last one I remember was 2006 or so) and we do get minor tremors every once in awhile from earthquakes in the Gulf or near the Carribean Islands.  Though I found most people don't notice them or think it is from airplanes, trains or shuttles going off/NASA testing/Airforce testing etc.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on May 16, 2010, 05:36:15 PM
Where did the ginormous wooden handle butcher knife come from? 


It's mine.  It went missing a few years ago.  Not a clue where it got off to ... until now  [/jarring music]


 ;D


<teehee>  Well, mystery solved.   ;D  I guess we have a kitchen portal...
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: guihong on May 16, 2010, 06:52:13 PM
I was sitting at a fast food resterant today. All of a sudden the tables started shaking?

earthquake?

in Ohio?

maybe?

Could have been a little rumble from the New Madrid faultline.

http://www.scchealth.org/docs/ems/docs/prepare/newmadrid.html

could have been -- I live about 50 miles north of Dayton Oh

I think I remember about 4 quakes in my life though - and ususally they start with a big BOOM -- crazy
There was one in central Georgia when I was a child...a huge boom (we were visiting friends of my folks and the adults thought that us kids had done something to make the sound...it was like furniture being thrown around.

They swore it was us until Dad read in the paper the next day that there was a small earthquake. You'd have thought the geologists would have known it wasn't the poor children  >:D (Daddy and his friends were both geo profs)

Charleston, SC was stuck by an earthquake in the 1800's sometime that was so strong, it set bells off in Boston.  I saw an episode on "It Can Happen Tomorrow" in which a similar earthquake roared through today.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 16, 2010, 06:58:07 PM
30 years ago, I came home from school on a particularly warm day. I'd had gym class last period and was still in my gym clothes. I was hot, sweaty, and tired. I went through the house, straight to the porch, where I took off my glasses and set them on a railing (INSIDE the screened-in porch, not outside), then opened the screen door, walked straight to the pool and jumped in, clothes and all.

That pair of glasses was never seen again.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: EmmaJ. on May 16, 2010, 07:05:27 PM
Oooooh, Cathy that's so weird!!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Martienne on May 16, 2010, 08:46:49 PM
I used to have a set of metal bookshelves in my bedroom (the kind people usually keep in basements or garages, with nothing to close in the back or sides). We had no pets at the time. Every night I would take my glasses off and set them on the second shelf next to my alarm clock, near the front edge of the shelf. On two different occasions I woke up in the morning, unable to find my glasses. In both cases they were found along the wall, as though someone had knocked them down the back of the shelves.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: vorbau on May 16, 2010, 08:54:00 PM
It's ... mysterious ... how so many of us have the same type of mysteries.

- What happened to DXH's uncle? He left home one day to run and errand and ... steppped into oblivion. Amnesia? Accident? Homicide? Alien abduction? Draft dodging (this was in 1940)? No one knows. The missing persons case is still open and there are no more clues than the day he disappeared.

- Where did the strange butcher knife in my kitchen come from? DH says it wasn't his or his ex-wife's, and it sure wasn't part of my stuff when I moved in. It's a cheesy "always sharp" dimestore type. Did we accidentally bring it home, or someone accidentally leave it? No one has claimed in in 11 years. Does it really belong to another EHellion - and my kitchen is part of the portal system? (I already know that Einstein's ghost lives here - time and temperature when cooking in my kitchen are all relative, as in, things never take the same length of time or cook the same even at the same temperature.)

- What did DS do with my black crystal necklace? Last I saw it, he was about 1 1/2 and playing with it. But when I went to get him for dinner, it was gone. When we moved, I tore that house apart - I even pulled up the edges of the carpet and shone a flashlight down the heater vents. Nothing.

- What happens to the socks? I even dismantled the old washer and dryer to look through the innards before we gave them away - no trace. And since we got the new washer and dryer, no socks have disappeared. Did the gremlins go with the old set?

- What happened to the hideously ugly brown glass pitcher I was given as a souvenir of the end of the Berlin Wall? Did DH make good on his promise to break it/throw it away? He says no, and he's the world's worst liar - I can always tell when he's trying on even a minor fib.

We have earthquakes here (northern VA/DC region) too, occasionally. I remember one in 2004, I think, that shook the high-rise I worked in - turned out to have been centered near Annapolis. I was astonished when DS did a science fair project on seismic activity in VA, I had no idea there was so much of it around here.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: CakeBeret on May 16, 2010, 09:18:41 PM
Where on earth do my spoons keep going??
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: snowfire on May 16, 2010, 09:44:06 PM
Where in the universe did the late, great Tasha kitty ditch her first collar?  She managed to jettison it less than an hour after we put it on her.  She never left the house.  We didn't find it even when we moved out and had the house totally empty & I shampooed the carpet and cleaned the cupboards.  I think she flushed it. ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 16, 2010, 09:50:11 PM
Oooooh, Cathy that's so weird!!

I still really want to know what happened to my glasses. My parents were annoyed they had to buy me a new pair, but they simply were not there. I know exactly where I set them, I was only in the pool a couple of minutes, no one else was out there - where could they have gone? We searched all over the porch, the yard, and the kitchen.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 16, 2010, 09:50:52 PM
When my three year old found DH's wallet a few months ago, what did he do with the contents?  I assume we'll find them if/when we ever move, but until then all the cards and such have disappeared off the face of the earth.  We had to order a new debit card and pay for a new gym card.  One of the cards appeared on top of the dresser one day, but we haven't seen any of the others.  

I wonder what will be in his hiding place when we find it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MommyPenguin on May 16, 2010, 10:07:44 PM
What happened to all BabyPenguin1's pacis when she was a baby?  I bought 16, to replace all the missing ones.  I cycled them, 8 in the crib, 8 in the dishwasher.  Every morning, I'd go to get her out of the crib, and there would be less each time.  8, then 6, then 4, then 2...  Eventually all the pacis were gone.  I had to buy a new set of 16, and those things aren't cheap!  She never had them at other times of the day, so she wasn't hoarding them so that she could have an illicit daytime paci.  I thought perhaps they'd gotten behind furniture in that room, but we moved out and never found a single one.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aventurine on May 16, 2010, 10:45:12 PM
Where did the ginormous wooden handle butcher knife come from? 


It's mine.  It went missing a few years ago.  Not a clue where it got off to ... until now  [/jarring music]


 ;D


<teehee>  Well, mystery solved.   ;D  I guess we have a kitchen portal...


my kitchen is part of the portal system


Can one of you send me some cookies? 

 8)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: CakeBeret on May 16, 2010, 10:54:24 PM
Where did the ginormous wooden handle butcher knife come from?


It's mine.  It went missing a few years ago.  Not a clue where it got off to ... until now  [/jarring music]


 ;D


<teehee>  Well, mystery solved.   ;D  I guess we have a kitchen portal...


my kitchen is part of the portal system


Can one of you send me some cookies? 

 8)


I'll send you cookies if someone will send me the gluten free spinach pasta that i've been trying to make and haven't had time to!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kitty-cat on May 16, 2010, 10:55:27 PM
30 years ago, I came home from school on a particularly warm day. I'd had gym class last period and was still in my gym clothes. I was hot, sweaty, and tired. I went through the house, straight to the porch, where I took off my glasses and set them on a railing (INSIDE the screened-in porch, not outside), then opened the screen door, walked straight to the pool and jumped in, clothes and all.

That pair of glasses was never seen again.

Cathy, I had something simalar happen. I got a brand new pair of glasses about a week before I started 8th grade. I left them on the kitchen counter one night (didn't really like wearing them, so I didn't. Have to wear them now though; I'm like half blind without them now-the kind where you can see shapes, just not details.) Well, come next morning we couldn't find them. Never did find them either. I had to go through 8th grade without glasses, and then through about the first 15 weeks or so of Freshman year without glasses.

Wound up having to dig out an old pair of glasses (that had gotten squished by a microscope in 6th grade) just so I could read the overhead. And I was in the front row of the class too, thats how bad my eyes had gotten. TBH, it's about time for me to get a new pair-I got the pair I'm wearing now right before Senior year in high school. I'm about to start my Sophmore year of college in August. Roughly 2 years.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 16, 2010, 11:13:34 PM
30 years ago, I came home from school on a particularly warm day. I'd had gym class last period and was still in my gym clothes. I was hot, sweaty, and tired. I went through the house, straight to the porch, where I took off my glasses and set them on a railing (INSIDE the screened-in porch, not outside), then opened the screen door, walked straight to the pool and jumped in, clothes and all.

That pair of glasses was never seen again.

Cathy, I had something simalar happen. I got a brand new pair of glasses about a week before I started 8th grade. I left them on the kitchen counter one night (didn't really like wearing them, so I didn't. Have to wear them now though; I'm like half blind without them now-the kind where you can see shapes, just not details.) Well, come next morning we couldn't find them. Never did find them either. I had to go through 8th grade without glasses, and then through about the first 15 weeks or so of Freshman year without glasses.

Wound up having to dig out an old pair of glasses (that had gotten squished by a microscope in 6th grade) just so I could read the overhead. And I was in the front row of the class too, thats how bad my eyes had gotten. TBH, it's about time for me to get a new pair-I got the pair I'm wearing now right before Senior year in high school. I'm about to start my Sophmore year of college in August. Roughly 2 years.

Maybe it's an 8th grade thing - this happened when I was in 8th grade.

And now that you mention it, I do need new glasses. I got this current pair two years ago last Thanksgiving and they're getting worn out. I have a vision benefit that pays for a new pair every year. I'm just lazy. :)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: SquishyMooMoo on May 17, 2010, 12:40:37 AM
In my apartment, there are 3 windows along the same wall at the back of the building: one in the kitchen, one in the bathroom, one in the bedroom. Why is it that ants ONLY come in the BEDROOM window? You would think, of the 3, that they'd go in the kitchen window--and the two windows are only maybe 15 feet apart on that wall.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ebelie on May 17, 2010, 05:32:07 AM
Where did the pen case full of costume jewelery come from?  I found it sitting on my bookshelf in the bedroom one morning, when I was around eight years old.  I had never seen it before and my parents insist they didn't put it there.  I don't know who the items belonged to or how they ended up on my shelf.  Maybe my mother put them there without telling me, but that seems quite unlike her.

It was like finding a treasure chest!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cellardoor14 on May 17, 2010, 07:20:24 AM

Where did all my theatrical make-up, dance shoes, and costume jewellery go when we moved from Cape Town to London?

Mr Cellardoor swears it was the movers.  However, I definitely remember packing all those things and most of my underwear in a box, taping the thing entirely up and writing "FOR LUGGAGE DO NOT REMOVE" on the side.  That box then went into my luggage, on a plane, and to the UK.  However when I re-opened the box in London, only the underwear was in the box.

I lost a good bit of family jewellery that way... nothing was particularly valuable but it did have sentimental value.

Mr Cellardoor also lost most of his "comedy" ties in that move, but as it means he no longer owns that ugly puke-greenone with a giant fish shouting "Bass Kicking", I'm not going to complain.  And the man doesn't even fish.  ::)

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: bopper on May 17, 2010, 08:23:50 AM
If I had a super-power, I would like it to be the ability to know where stuff went.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Nora on May 17, 2010, 09:15:59 AM
If I had a super-power, I would like it to be the ability to know where stuff went.

Oh, goodness. Me too!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Hmmmmm on May 17, 2010, 09:57:04 AM
I have two...

When DH and I were engaged we were at a store and a man about 10 yrs older than us walked up to us and asked "how have you been" "haven't seen either of you lately" "how's the family"  and then went into more personal deatil asking about our jobs, clearly knowing where we both worked, asking us about the upcoming wedding saying he excited about attending.  After walking away, we both turned to each other "who was that".  Both of us were convinced we had never met him before.  I may not be great with faces all the time but I'm excellent with voices and I know I'd never heard him before.  We kept thinking it might be a scam as he could have seen my engagement ring but no wedding ring, but neither of us had anything on us that would indicate the companies where we worked.  We were really hoping he'd show for the wedding, but we never saw him again.  It bugs me to this day.

The second one is a lost item.  When my DS was a baby, he'd play with my jewelry.  One day, at home I was sitting on our sofa.  He started on my necklace so I took it off and had it in my hand talking with my DH.  The phone rang, my DH took DS.  I went to answer the phone.  After the call, I realized I didn't have the necklace in my hand anymore.  We looked everywhere in that room, even undressing DS to make sure he wasn't in his diaper.  Neither of us had left the room, nothing was thrown away between taking the necklace off and starting our hunt.  The distance from the sofa to phone was less than 5 feet.  We decided it must have gotten lost inside the sofa.  After about 4 years, we were replacing the sofa, so I ripped it apart, completely shredded and dismantled it.  No necklace. I LOVED THAT NECKLACE!

   
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on May 17, 2010, 11:31:21 AM
My house is a black hole for forks, knives and binkis.  Though I suspect the cats have something to do with the binky disappearances.  I expect to find a whole pile of them when we finally clean out the basement.  And I think the forks/knives have plain just been accidentally tossed.  I used to have 8 dinner forks and 8 salad forks.  I think I'm down to 2 dinner forks and 5 salad forks and 3 knives. 

But I'm dying to know what happened to the kids' Aquadoodle mat.  Thanksgiving weekend, I was searching high and low for the water pen but couldn't find it.  So I, being the resourceful mom that I am  :P, cut up a new sponge into shapes and let them stamp instead.  When they were done, I rolled it up and put it back in it's spot on the playroom bookshelf.  For Christmas, I found a pack of Aquadoodle tools and got them.  But when I went to get the mat...it was gone.  Haven't seen it since.  I've looked behind, under and around furniture, in DH's pit of an office, in their room, everywhere.  Gone.  I suspect it was pitched but I can't imagine how that happened.

This one is a little stranger and the story itself is quite long, so I'll try to make it short.

I was in a car accident when I was 16.  I started to spin on some gravel while going around an S curve.  I was not speeding but instead of taking my foot off the gas and steering through it, I stomped on the brake and made things much worse.  I swear I heard a voice tell me to duck and so I did.  The car rolled down a ravine and was stopped from going into the river by a tree that was about 6" in diameter.  I crawled out mostly uninjured.  The roof had been crushed in and had I not ducked, I'm sure I would have had much more severe injuries, if not death.  (the cop who took the report could not believe I was in the vehicle.  The only injury I sustained was a small scratch on my hand and I got that crawling through the window.  I must have scratched it on the safety glass.

Fortunately, this did not happen far from my home and a neighbor (N) drove me there so I could call my dad at work (car factory). (My mom and sisters were out of town)  I tried for 30 minutes to get his supervisor to at least tell him what was going on but he couldn't/wouldn't.  Finally, we gave up and decided to go back to the car and call the cops for the report.  We got out to N's truck and she realized she'd left her keys on the counter.  I dashed back in to get them and the phone rang.  It was my dad and the first words out of his mouth were "Oh, I see the paramedics have managed to separate the phone from your ear."  I assumed the sup told dad what was going on, so I said, "Oh, Dad, I'm so sorry about the car.  I'm okay but I think it's totaled."

Long silence.  "What on earth are you talking about"? said my dad.  Turned out, he had been trying to call me the whole time I was calling him.  (This was back in the stone age, before call waiting).  He thought I was yapping with one of my friends and he just wanted to remind me to let the horses out of the barn (something I'd done hours ago, as it was one of my morning chores).  Even he didn't know why he felt so compelled to remind me to do something I did every.single.day before breakfast.  It was just weird.  And his comment was weird.  That whole day was weird.  I had been on my way home from the bank.  The whole morning, I kept feeling like something was going to happen but I didn't know what.  I was thinking bank robbery and when nothing happened, I decided I was crazy.  Guess not.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 17, 2010, 11:44:35 AM
My house is a black hole for forks, knives and binkis.  Though I suspect the cats have something to do with the binky disappearances.  I expect to find a whole pile of them when we finally clean out the basement.  And I think the forks/knives have plain just been accidentally tossed.  I used to have 8 dinner forks and 8 salad forks.  I think I'm down to 2 dinner forks and 5 salad forks and 3 knives. 

But I'm dying to know what happened to the kids' Aquadoodle mat.  Thanksgiving weekend, I was searching high and low for the water pen but couldn't find it.  So I, being the resourceful mom that I am  :P, cut up a new sponge into shapes and let them stamp instead.  When they were done, I rolled it up and put it back in it's spot on the playroom bookshelf.  For Christmas, I found a pack of Aquadoodle tools and got them.  But when I went to get the mat...it was gone.  Haven't seen it since.  I've looked behind, under and around furniture, in DH's pit of an office, in their room, everywhere.  Gone.  I suspect it was pitched but I can't imagine how that happened.

This one is a little stranger and the story itself is quite long, so I'll try to make it short.

I was in a car accident when I was 16.  I started to spin on some gravel while going around an S curve.  I was not speeding but instead of taking my foot off the gas and steering through it, I stomped on the brake and made things much worse.  I swear I heard a voice tell me to duck and so I did.  The car rolled down a ravine and was stopped from going into the river by a tree that was about 6" in diameter.  I crawled out mostly uninjured.  The roof had been crushed in and had I not ducked, I'm sure I would have had much more severe injuries, if not death.  (the cop who took the report could not believe I was in the vehicle.  The only injury I sustained was a small scratch on my hand and I got that crawling through the window.  I must have scratched it on the safety glass.

Fortunately, this did not happen far from my home and a neighbor (N) drove me there so I could call my dad at work (car factory). (My mom and sisters were out of town)  I tried for 30 minutes to get his supervisor to at least tell him what was going on but he couldn't/wouldn't.  Finally, we gave up and decided to go back to the car and call the cops for the report.  We got out to N's truck and she realized she'd left her keys on the counter.  I dashed back in to get them and the phone rang.  It was my dad and the first words out of his mouth were "Oh, I see the paramedics have managed to separate the phone from your ear."  I assumed the sup told dad what was going on, so I said, "Oh, Dad, I'm so sorry about the car.  I'm okay but I think it's totaled."

Long silence.  "What on earth are you talking about"? said my dad.  Turned out, he had been trying to call me the whole time I was calling him.  (This was back in the stone age, before call waiting).  He thought I was yapping with one of my friends and he just wanted to remind me to let the horses out of the barn (something I'd done hours ago, as it was one of my morning chores).  Even he didn't know why he felt so compelled to remind me to do something I did every.single.day before breakfast.  It was just weird.  And his comment was weird.  That whole day was weird.  I had been on my way home from the bank.  The whole morning, I kept feeling like something was going to happen but I didn't know what.  I was thinking bank robbery and when nothing happened, I decided I was crazy.  Guess not.



Wha...? Why would he mention paramedics if he didn't know you'd been in an accident?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: POF on May 17, 2010, 11:48:29 AM
Where do my salad forks go to?  And why do I have so many butter knives?  Are the forks converting to butter knives in secret?

My small spoons do this ....... I have a bazillion butter knives ......
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MDefarge on May 17, 2010, 11:49:11 AM
Wha...? Why would he mention paramedics if he didn't know you'd been in an accident?

I assume he was trying to make a joke along the lines of "that phone must be attached/stuck to her because I've been trying to call for a long time."
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on May 17, 2010, 01:24:34 PM
Wha...? Why would he mention paramedics if he didn't know you'd been in an accident?

I assume he was trying to make a joke along the lines of "that phone must be attached/stuck to her because I've been trying to call for a long time."


Yes, that's exactly right.  He had been trying to call me for the entire 30 minutes I'd been trying to call him and kept getting a busy signal.  He presumed I was doing the teenage girl thing and gabbing on the phone.  But the whole "paramedic" aspect was weird.  He even told me he didn't know why he said it that way. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 17, 2010, 01:50:09 PM
Where do my salad forks go to?  And why do I have so many butter knives?  Are the forks converting to butter knives in secret?

My small spoons do this ....... I have a bazillion butter knives ......

When we combined household, my so had a standard set of eight placesettings for silverware, but like 36 spoons.

There's a reason I think he's a genius.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kitty-cat on May 17, 2010, 02:22:52 PM
Well, I do know where a lot of my parent's spoons went. They are currently in my silverware drawer at my apartment :P

Along with a frying pan, roasting pan, lid for the frying pan, and a few saucepans. Oh, and a whisk.

I hate cooking at my parents house now because all of their cooking stuff is at MY place :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 17, 2010, 02:26:30 PM

Where did all my theatrical make-up, dance shoes, and costume jewellery go when we moved from Cape Town to London?

Mr Cellardoor swears it was the movers.  However, I definitely remember packing all those things and most of my underwear in a box, taping the thing entirely up and writing "FOR LUGGAGE DO NOT REMOVE" on the side.  That box then went into my luggage, on a plane, and to the UK.  However when I re-opened the box in London, only the underwear was in the box.

I lost a good bit of family jewellery that way... nothing was particularly valuable but it did have sentimental value.

Mr Cellardoor also lost most of his "comedy" ties in that move, but as it means he no longer owns that ugly puke-greenone with a giant fish shouting "Bass Kicking", I'm not going to complain.  And the man doesn't even fish.  ::)



Oh no... that sounds so sad for you... I can tell you're absolutely crushed  ;) :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: JoanOfArc on May 17, 2010, 02:37:04 PM
I've always wondered why I was one in my family with learning disabilities.  I mean, boys are slightly more likely than girls to end up with them, so why me and not my brother?  Not that I would wish them on any one, but it is just...odd.  

I've also always wondered where my brother's and my ability to read quickly came from.  It isn't from my parents.  We can both finish an entire (300 page or so) book in about two hours, sometimes less.   (I've read Stephanie Plum mysteries in less than an hour.)  I also have a memory like no other- I can remember entire passages from books I read when I was eight and I'm 24.  However, that memory does not extend to math or spelling.  I can't spell basic words (thank goodness for spell check).  Why can I remember the entire first paragraph of Dealing with Dragons and not how to spell 'sensibility'?  Especially when the ability to spell is more useful than remembering lines from The Tempest.  
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kingsrings on May 17, 2010, 02:54:14 PM
*13 years ago around Christmastime, I received a Christmas card from an unknown person. It said something along the lines of, "Dear Kingsrings: you are the most beautiful woman I've ever known. I wish you and yours a Merry Christmas". No name or return address. The postal stamp was too faded for the post office to be able to read the zip code. My apt. number was written on the envelope in a different handwriting than the rest of the address, which meant the sender didn't know my apt. number. To this day, I haven't a clue as to who sent the letter.

*I have also mysteriously lost several items while moving at different times in my life. I'd love to esp. know what happened to a lot of the programs from the theatrical productions I've acted in. Quite a few have been lost, and it's saddening as I like to scrapbook that stuff. The same goes for some of my scripts.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Twik on May 17, 2010, 03:01:33 PM
I'd like to know where my retainer went to, 35 years ago.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LibraryLady on May 17, 2010, 03:05:50 PM
I would like to know (at that time I lived alone) who put my ivy (I was trying to root some pothos ivey in a coke bottle) on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.

It was not there when I left for work; however it was there when I got home that evening.

Inquiring minds.

Also did anyone receive a pseudo=newspaper all about weight loss with a hand written notation to the effect "why don't/why haven't your tried this"?

LL
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on May 17, 2010, 03:32:38 PM
i would like to know why my closet keep "shrinking" my clothes.

(yes for me it is "hand to mouth" syndrome -- I am trying to do better really)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shoo on May 17, 2010, 03:45:29 PM
Oooooh, Cathy that's so weird!!

I still really want to know what happened to my glasses. My parents were annoyed they had to buy me a new pair, but they simply were not there. I know exactly where I set them, I was only in the pool a couple of minutes, no one else was out there - where could they have gone? We searched all over the porch, the yard, and the kitchen.

Is it possible they're at the bottom of the pool?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: A.P. Wulfric on May 17, 2010, 03:46:28 PM
I've always wondered why I was one in my family with learning disabilities.  I mean, boys are slightly more likely than girls to end up with them, so why me and not my brother?  Not that I would wish them on any one, but it is just...odd.  

I've also always wondered where my brother's and my ability to read quickly came from.  It isn't from my parents.  We can both finish an entire (300 page or so) book in about two hours, sometimes less.   (I've read Stephanie Plum mysteries in less than an hour.)  I also have a memory like no other- I can remember entire passages from books I read when I was eight and I'm 24.  However, that memory does not extend to math or spelling.  I can't spell basic words (thank goodness for spell check).  Why can I remember the entire first paragraph of Dealing with Dragons and not how to spell 'sensibility'?  Especially when the ability to spell is more useful than remembering lines from The Tempest.  

Are you me? I do not have  an LD, though my husband swears I have undiagnosed ADD.  I know my math facts and can whip them out, but can't do much more. Can't spell for beans.  My memory though is fabulous. :)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Scuba_Dog on May 17, 2010, 03:48:22 PM
I have two...

When DH and I were engaged we were at a store and a man about 10 yrs older than us walked up to us and asked "how have you been" "haven't seen either of you lately" "how's the family"  and then went into more personal deatil asking about our jobs, clearly knowing where we both worked, asking us about the upcoming wedding saying he excited about attending.  After walking away, we both turned to each other "who was that". 

Do you watch LOST?  The above sounds a bit like a "visit" from Jacob!  Did he touch you?  ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 17, 2010, 03:51:30 PM

*I have also mysteriously lost several items while moving at different times in my life. I'd love to esp. know what happened to a lot of the programs from the theatrical productions I've acted in. Quite a few have been lost, and it's saddening as I like to scrapbook that stuff. The same goes for some of my scripts.

Our beloved high school principal lost all his copies of the yearbook when retired and moved to FL.  He had been at our school for so long and was so popular they named the new athletic field after him.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on May 17, 2010, 03:57:16 PM
On my first day working at KFC in high school, a customer ordered coffee. I served it to him. He sat and drank it with his meal.

It wasn't until the next day that I found out that we made tea in the coffeemaker and diluted it for the iced tea dispenser. There had been a batch brewing when I poured that "coffee." I had served the gentleman super-strong hot tea.

I have always wondered why he didn't say anything. It wasn't a to go order, it's not like he didn't discover it until he was miles away. I don't know if he decided not to bother, or he thought our coffee was that bad.

I thought of him when I read that Abraham Lincoln once said to a waitress, "If this is coffee, please bring me some tea, but if it is tea, please bring me some coffee."
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 17, 2010, 04:21:52 PM
On my first day working at KFC in high school, a customer ordered coffee. I served it to him. He sat and drank it with his meal.

They serve coffee at KFC?  Now there's a mystery.

Mmm, coffee and fried chicken!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: SisJackson on May 17, 2010, 05:13:54 PM
Some good friends of mine bought a home about a decade ago, and a bunch of people were conscripted to help them move in.  We decided to remove a dropped acoustic ceiling that had been installed in the basement, since it was ugly, so we started lifting the tiles out of the frames.  On about tile #8, a jar of pasta sauce fell to the concrete floor and smashed, spraying tomato sauce everywhere.  Further searching of the ceiling tiles revealed a hideously ugly oil painting, a ring of keys (none of which fit the house's doors) and a hand-knitted winter hat.  Nothing on the painting or the hat indicated the vintage of either, and the sauce jar was completely destroyed so the label was unreadable.

When the friends sold the home a few years later, they put the painting (which they jokingly kept hung the spare bedroom) in the attic with a note outlining the details of its discovery and the hope that it would stay with the house.

Why would anyone store/hide things in a dropped ceiling, especially such mundane things?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shoo on May 17, 2010, 05:20:48 PM
Why would anyone store/hide things in a dropped ceiling, especially such mundane things?

Because they knew that one day someone would discover it and it would drive them bonkers trying to figure out why anyone would hide that stuff in a ceiling!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on May 17, 2010, 05:22:16 PM
because they were "holiday" presents that you just can't "Possiably" get rid of.....

but the pasta sauce?  Somebody REALLY didn't like that brand?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 17, 2010, 05:22:34 PM
I have two...

When DH and I were engaged we were at a store and a man about 10 yrs older than us walked up to us and asked "how have you been" "haven't seen either of you lately" "how's the family"  and then went into more personal deatil asking about our jobs, clearly knowing where we both worked, asking us about the upcoming wedding saying he excited about attending.  After walking away, we both turned to each other "who was that". 

Do you watch LOST?  The above sounds a bit like a "visit" from Jacob!  Did he touch you?  ;)

Oh noes!!!  Hahahaha, oh that is good  ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Penguinity on May 17, 2010, 05:53:11 PM
My old boss' house was just loaded with mysteries. It dated back to the industrial revolution, and different owners had added to it since.

One of my jobs was to "clean the basement". OK, so I'm moving things around and there's a low door hidden behind the paint cans. (There were a LOT of paint cans). It looks like it has a dirt floor, but in the back it's just stone that slopes up and hits the wall.  I'm kind of curious, so I start scratching at the dirt. I get a few inches down and I hit cement. Who put a cement floor there? When? How did that much dirt get there, in that smooth a layer?

That room also had a deep tank of some dark reddish fluid. It doesn't look like it's attached to anything, and Boss Lady can't identify it, so I glove up and take it out in buckets.  Finally I can see what's in the tank...an old rusted out car engine. Hunh. How did that get there? What was with all the water?

Another job I had to do was kill the poison ivy in the yard. I'm working on it, and all of a sudden I notice berries. They look a lot like raspberries. I carefully move the poison ivy, and sure enough, there are raspberries canes there. I ask Boss Lady, and she never planted raspberries. So either the raspberries are a lot older than they have any right to be, some stranger planted them, or they've been growing wild. I didn't spray that area.

Another time Boss Lady asked me to clean out the jam cellar. What's a jam cellar, I ask. She points out a door under the patio. I go in, start moving around the lawn furniture, and (you guessed it) another random door. Which lead to a tunnel with a bed-shaped platform and another door. Which lead into the rental property next door.  Judging from the age of the houses, I'm guessing it was part of the Underground Railroad, but what has me baffled is the topography of the place. I tried counting steps, and there is no way to get all the way between the houses with the length of the tunnel.

Really. Half the time I worked there I could hear the Zelda theme playing in the background.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kingsrings on May 17, 2010, 05:53:55 PM

*I have also mysteriously lost several items while moving at different times in my life. I'd love to esp. know what happened to a lot of the programs from the theatrical productions I've acted in. Quite a few have been lost, and it's saddening as I like to scrapbook that stuff. The same goes for some of my scripts.

Our beloved high school principal lost all his copies of the yearbook when retired and moved to FL.  He had been at our school for so long and was so popular they named the new athletic field after him.

Yikes! I would say that he could just get more copies of the yearbook from the school, but I suppose that his copies were full of autographs and written notes, etc., from the students, so that is irreplaceable. How heartbreaking!

I guess I probably accidentally threw my theatrical scrapbook stuff away in the midst of moving, as much as I hate to say it. That solves the mystery, although I can't imagine why I was so careless to do that.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on May 17, 2010, 06:00:58 PM

Penguinity said ----


That room also had a deep tank of some dark reddish fluid. It doesn't look like it's attached to anything, and Boss Lady can't identify it, so I glove up and take it out in buckets.  Finally I can see what's in the tank...an old rusted out car engine. Hunh. How did that get there? What was with all the water?

*************

it was probably part of a cistern well. A few of the older houses in out town had them -- huge tanks in the basement to hold rainwater
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kimblee on May 17, 2010, 06:06:33 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 17, 2010, 06:27:58 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

Creepy.  That sounds like a Stephen King story about the Grim Reaper.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cracea on May 17, 2010, 06:31:42 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

At least Death is nice to little girls....
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ginlyn32 on May 17, 2010, 06:37:55 PM
*Why is it everytime I have extra money (usually around Tax Time in Feb.) I can never find anything on sale? And when I don't have any money to spare, I find all kinds of cute outfits?

*Or I do have money and what I want is on sale but they don't have it in my size? THis just happened to me on Friday. I went to Old Navy for some shorts and t-shirts and couldn't find shorts in my size. And all their t-shirts were ugly. I ended up finding some shorts at JCPenny but not until after I'd already went to Macy's, Torrid and Belk. I knew I should have listened to my mother and went to Kohl's or Marshells.

I did tell DH that next time I'd just go to Goodwill and find some jeans to cut off into the length I wanted. Old Navy seemed to have nothing but short-shorts. Those are cute if you are 16yo but not when you are 37. Plus my legs are milk white and I don't tan...

Sorry to be so off topic!

Oh...and how come when I stock up on something, I find it on an even better sale the next week?

ginlyn
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kimblee on May 17, 2010, 06:40:12 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

At least Death is nice to little girls....

Can I use that quote in a book? That just hit me as a neat statement.

And I totally should've eaten the darn sucker. I have sometimes wondered if that could have been the devil... Miss Tammie was a horrible person, and someone told me she died with a horrified expression on her face. (which brings up the queation of how the heck could Friend have known that? I think she was pulling my leg.)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 17, 2010, 07:18:07 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

Nothing freaks me out.

Until now.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kimblee on May 17, 2010, 07:19:59 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

Nothing freaks me out.

Until now.

You should have seen him... He was very striking. Even over a decad later I can still picture him perfectly in my mind.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 17, 2010, 07:21:25 PM
Nothing freaks me out.

Until now.

Me too!  I'm subscribed to the "ghost story" thread but I think this has freaked out more than any of those stories!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: CosmicChicken42 on May 17, 2010, 07:38:40 PM
I have one that was odd as well.  I was around ten and am an avid reader.  This is around the time I discovered Stephen King and was obsessively reading The Dark Tower series on my stomach on the couch.  I then feel something jump on my back, purr, and settle down to sleep as I read. Took a few minutes to get settled as all cats I've ever had always kneaded their way into slumber. My cat always did this especially when I was reading so I thought nothing of it.  Twenty minutes later I realized my cat had died three weeks before and there are no other animals living in my house.  I jumped up, freaked out and there was nothing on my back. I looked in the mirror and there was tiny cat scratches all over my back.  My parents still don't believe me that this happened and think I was just freaked out by reading something slightly too mature for my age.  I want to know if I hallucinated or there is a ghost cat running around my house.

Although I do have a mystery with a happy ending! I used to work at this plant nursery and was an outdoor cashier.  After two years there they finally decided to replace the old equipment that has been there since the dawn of time, this includes the cash registers.  As one of the guys was taking my register apart a check fell out dated 15 years ago and my manager started having a meltdown.  Turns out her first week on the job when she was 16 she lost a check and it was never found.  She was accused of taking it but since nothing ever was proven or found it was let go.  She still worked there 15 years later and now this is the mysterious check that has been plaguing her for years.  We all voted she should take it home and frame it because we certainly weren't going to try and cash a 20 dollar check fifteen years later. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on May 17, 2010, 07:44:48 PM
On my first day working at KFC in high school, a customer ordered coffee. I served it to him. He sat and drank it with his meal.

They serve coffee at KFC?  Now there's a mystery.

Mmm, coffee and fried chicken!


We didn't sell a lot of it, that's for sure.  :) I was always faintly surprised when someone ordered it. I don't know whether KFC still does or not.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: sbtier on May 17, 2010, 07:54:09 PM
Why would anyone store/hide things in a dropped ceiling, especially such mundane things?
Growing up, I used to hide things in my drop ceiling because my brothers would steal, but I don't know why someone would put such mundane things there.  Maybe the person had a mental illness and thought they needed to hide stuff to keep them from being stolen.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: lolane on May 17, 2010, 07:56:27 PM
When I was a kid, about 6 or 7 years old, I remember waking up in the middle of the night and seeing a man sitting in my room reading a book. I said hello to him and he ignored me. I tried speaking to him again and he again ignored me. I remember thinking in my head, "well if you don't want to talk to me, I don't want to talk to you either!" and I laid back down. I remember this all vividly, and I especially remember that I was not scared. A few years ago (I'm in my late 20's now) I was relaying this story in the company of my mother and she said that she remembers me insisting that there was a man in my room reading a book, but that she thought I was dreaming or something about it.

I want to know who the man was. Did I dream about it? Did I really see him, and if so, who was he?

Another mystery is that I want to know what happened with my great-grandmother. There is a whole missing chunk of her life that everyone refuses to talk about. Apparently her family knew where she was and they were in contact with her occassionally, but no one will talk about what happened. I know that she left with some women (who have been described as "evil") and went to New Orleans where they participated in "evil" things that involve and element of magic or something.  She died at a very old age, but she apparently always felt haunted about whatever she did during that time period. It's also strange because I can't get a grasp of when all of this happened. On one hand they say that she was gone when she was very young and that she was gone for about 20 years, but then my mother doesn't remember meeting her until she was older (and they lived next door to my great-grandfather, her husband) so that would mean that she either wasn't young when she left, or she left for much longer than 20 years, or maybe she left and came back a few times.

Anyway, I really want to know what happened with my great-grandmother. I want to know what the big secret is. Is it really as bad as everyone makes it seem?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 17, 2010, 08:01:54 PM
When I was a kid, about 6 or 7 years old, I remember waking up in the middle of the night and seeing a man sitting in my room reading a book. I said hello to him and he ignored me. I tried speaking to him again and he again ignored me. I remember thinking in my head, "well if you don't want to talk to me, I don't want to talk to you either!" and I laid back down. I remember this all vividly, and I especially remember that I was not scared. A few years ago (I'm in my late 20's now) I was relaying this story in the company of my mother and she said that she remembers me insisting that there was a man in my room reading a book, but that she thought I was dreaming or something about it.

I want to know who the man was. Did I dream about it? Did I really see him, and if so, who was he?

Another mystery is that I want to know what happened with my great-grandmother. There is a whole missing chunk of her life that everyone refuses to talk about. Apparently her family knew where she was and they were in contact with her occassionally, but no one will talk about what happened. I know that she left with some women (who have been described as "evil") and went to New Orleans where they participated in "evil" things that involve and element of magic or something.  She died at a very old age, but she apparently always felt haunted about whatever she did during that time period. It's also strange because I can't get a grasp of when all of this happened. On one hand they say that she was gone when she was very young and that she was gone for about 20 years, but then my mother doesn't remember meeting her until she was older (and they lived next door to my great-grandfather, her husband) so that would mean that she either wasn't young when she left, or she left for much longer than 20 years, or maybe she left and came back a few times.

Anyway, I really want to know what happened with my great-grandmother. I want to know what the big secret is. Is it really as bad as everyone makes it seem?

To me, this is one of those things that seems really shameful but should be told to someone so it remains part of the family history.  At the very least it should be written down somewhere.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kareng57 on May 17, 2010, 08:12:18 PM
Oooooh, Cathy that's so weird!!

I still really want to know what happened to my glasses. My parents were annoyed they had to buy me a new pair, but they simply were not there. I know exactly where I set them, I was only in the pool a couple of minutes, no one else was out there - where could they have gone? We searched all over the porch, the yard, and the kitchen.

Is it possible they're at the bottom of the pool?


DS #1 has a pair of glasses at the bottom of a nearby lake.

He was there with a bunch of other Scouts and there's kind of a grotto area they were lounging around in.  He took off his glasses and put them on kind of a stone-shelf.  Trouble is - it's a tidal lake, and by the time he went to put them back on, the water had risen over the shelf and taken his glasses with it.

It was the second pair he'd lost/damaged that year.  Mother was not impressed.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MadMadge43 on May 17, 2010, 08:14:30 PM
Quote
I was relaying this story in the company of my mother and she said that she remembers me insisting that there was a man in my room reading a book, but that she thought I was dreaming or something about it.

It could have been sleep paralysis, where your body turns off before your brain does and it causes some strong hallucinations. Of course, usually during this you can't speak or move.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 17, 2010, 08:20:38 PM
Quote
I was relaying this story in the company of my mother and she said that she remembers me insisting that there was a man in my room reading a book, but that she thought I was dreaming or something about it.

It could have been sleep paralysis, where your body turns off before your brain does and it causes some strong hallucinations. Of course, usually during this you can't speak or move.

I've experienced sleep paralysis and it, literally, is the scariest thing I have ever experienced.  I get a little freaked out thinking about it.  I don't know if this is unique to me or if it's a more common experience.  If it's the former though, she would not have peacefully returned to sleep.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Information_queen on May 17, 2010, 08:20:38 PM
I have another mystery. (still haven't found those spoons either...)

I was doing laundry this morning. I have brand new machines, put there by maintenance. I am the only person to have done laundry in that washer. My husband is not up to any mischief.

So where did the white size 8 ladies' panties come from?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 17, 2010, 08:21:25 PM
Anyway, I really want to know what happened with my great-grandmother. I want to know what the big secret is. Is it really as bad as everyone makes it seem?

If you find out, you HAVE to come back and tell us!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shoo on May 17, 2010, 08:24:46 PM
Quote
I was relaying this story in the company of my mother and she said that she remembers me insisting that there was a man in my room reading a book, but that she thought I was dreaming or something about it.

It could have been sleep paralysis, where your body turns off before your brain does and it causes some strong hallucinations. Of course, usually during this you can't speak or move.

I've experienced sleep paralysis and it, literally, is the scariest thing I have ever experienced.  I get a little freaked out thinking about it.  I don't know if this is unique to me or if it's a more common experience.  If it's the former though, she would not have peacefully returned to sleep.

I used to experience sleep paralysis frequently when I was younger, and you are right.  It is the most terrifying thing ever.  There were times when I'd actually manage to wake myself up and then do everything in my power to not go back to sleep because I was terrified it would happen again.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 17, 2010, 08:25:54 PM
The thing I've always heard about sleep paralysis is that it gets worse if you try and fight it, and of course that's your first instinct when it happens.  I really hope it never happens to me.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 17, 2010, 08:31:49 PM
Quote
I was relaying this story in the company of my mother and she said that she remembers me insisting that there was a man in my room reading a book, but that she thought I was dreaming or something about it.

It could have been sleep paralysis, where your body turns off before your brain does and it causes some strong hallucinations. Of course, usually during this you can't speak or move.

I've experienced sleep paralysis and it, literally, is the scariest thing I have ever experienced.  I get a little freaked out thinking about it.  I don't know if this is unique to me or if it's a more common experience.  If it's the former though, she would not have peacefully returned to sleep.

I used to experience sleep paralysis frequently when I was younger, and you are right.  It is the most terrifying thing ever.  There were times when I'd actually manage to wake myself up and then do everything in my power to not go back to sleep because I was terrified it would happen again.

I did some 10 second research and found some info.  It seems like we're not alone according to these articles.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis

http://www.deliriumsrealm.com/delirium/articleview.asp?Post=78
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kherbert05 on May 17, 2010, 09:33:57 PM
Just solved one. I'm big into family history. I know stories going back 3 -4 generations on 3 of 4 sides of the family. I didn't know much about my Paternal Grandfather's family.

I remember 2 great aunts and 1 great uncle. I knew about a 2nd great uncle. When I was in JH I met Dad's 1st cousin on that side. Dad apologized and said we would never be around him  again*. I had a 2nd encounter when he called screaming calling my Dad by a hated nickname and accusing him of stealing Great Uncle's estate.

I called my Aunt today and asked out Cousin David was related to us. Turns out my paternal grandfather had 2 more siblings and one of them was the mother of David.

I also found out who the great uncle I remember was married to. I always saw him with both Aunt Minnie and Aunt May till they past away. As a kid it never occurred to me to figure out which sister he was married to. Then I was embarrassed I didn't know. 

My Aunt and I are going to get together over the summer and fill in the family tree and add pictures, stories, and recipes.

*In contrast I grew up with my 1st and 2nd cousins on Dad's Mother's side. I knew 1st - 3rd cousins on Mom's side and visited them enough to remember them.

 As a kid maybe 3rd grade, I drew a very detailed family tree as part of a school project that included 3 branches of the family back 2 generations. And included information about some married in relatives.  All from memory in class. The teacher claimed I made it all up. Mom let her have it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 17, 2010, 11:23:12 PM
Why would anyone store/hide things in a dropped ceiling, especially such mundane things?

Because they knew that one day someone would discover it and it would drive them bonkers trying to figure out why anyone would hide that stuff in a ceiling!

I think the pasta sauce was sustenance for the Creature Who Lives In The Ceiling.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 17, 2010, 11:26:02 PM
Oooooh, Cathy that's so weird!!

I still really want to know what happened to my glasses. My parents were annoyed they had to buy me a new pair, but they simply were not there. I know exactly where I set them, I was only in the pool a couple of minutes, no one else was out there - where could they have gone? We searched all over the porch, the yard, and the kitchen.

Is it possible they're at the bottom of the pool?

Well...this was in 1980, and my parents lived in the house until 1992, so I suspect that someone would have noticed them by then. ;)

Also, I don't know how they would have gotten outside. I specifically set them on the porch railing, and the porch was entirely screened in on 3 sides and attached to the house on the other.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cracea on May 17, 2010, 11:35:39 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

At least Death is nice to little girls....

Can I use that quote in a book? That just hit me as a neat statement.

And I totally should've eaten the darn sucker. I have sometimes wondered if that could have been the devil... Miss Tammie was a horrible person, and someone told me she died with a horrified expression on her face. (which brings up the queation of how the heck could Friend have known that? I think she was pulling my leg.)


Lol, go for it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: dawnfire on May 18, 2010, 12:52:13 AM
in one of the houses we rented, there was an area in the backyard that was very flat (the rest of the yard was very uneven).  It was about the size of a single garage. This in itself isn't too strange but the grass growing over it was very thin and if you doug about an inch into it you hit a hard surface. We thought it might be a bunker as the house was originally built in the late 1940's for returned serviceman. (the whole area used have a lot of muntions factories in the area)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: snoopygirl on May 18, 2010, 05:13:47 AM
It's just a little thing but I want to know what happened to one of my drinking glasses. Hubby and I got a set of six really nice glasses from his Grandma at Christmas. We used all the six and then they sat around as we are both really bad at doing dishes. We decided yesterday to run our dishes through his parent's dishwasher. We were gathering up our glasses which were in one location. We found five of the set. We can not find the sixth. I wonder where did it go. I know I didn't break it and hubby says he would remember if he did. So then where is it?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on May 18, 2010, 05:16:47 AM
I have two.

One was with my BF, Raven and I.

We were visiting Raven's house, and my BF had set his wallet down on the table of the room we were in.  Table was in plain sight where ever you were in the room, and BF is VERY particular about his wallet!

We were getting ready to run by pizza place and get some hot pizza, when BF went for his wallet.  It was no longer on the table, and he spent many many many minutes digging up EVERYTHING in that room (with Raven's permission) to find it.

We gave up and went back to playing video games, when Raven went back to get us some soda from his fridge.  The wallet was sitting ontop of the soda.  In the fridge.  No one took it, as we said, the wallet was in plain sight whereever you were in the room.  Don't know how we didn't notice it missing, either, then.

Two is my mum's story.

She taught second grade for all of a year.

One lunch period she goes to leave and follow her class outside.  She steps out after the class leaves, and realizes the area is empty and quiet.

So she steps back in and sees not only the entire class seated, but the principal in with them because she had been gone longer than 15 minutes after lunch ended.

ETA: Minor clarification.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: JonGirl on May 18, 2010, 06:02:09 AM


When I was in hospital waiting to deliver my son.
My water broke sometime between 12 midnight-1am.
What I want to know is what happened between then and when they took me to the delivery room about 7am?
 :-X  :o
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: a on May 18, 2010, 06:55:03 AM

Well...this was in 1980, and my parents lived in the house until 1992, so I suspect that someone would have noticed them by then. ;)

Also, I don't know how they would have gotten outside. I specifically set them on the porch railing, and the porch was entirely screened in on 3 sides and attached to the house on the other.

My guess would be that a bird took them, what do you think about that? Magpies like shiny things (were they metal?) so could have seen it and flown in - unless you faced that side from the pool 100% of the time?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: shadowfox79 on May 18, 2010, 08:43:31 AM
Back when I was a student and at home over the summer, my father took a phone call while I was out. Unfortunately, he was terrible at taking messages.

I came home to be told that "a girl with a Home Counties accent" had called. No, he didn't get her name or her number.

I still wonder occasionally who that was, because she didn't call back and nobody ever owned up to it.

And I didn't know anyone with a Home Counties accent anyway.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: PaintingPastelPrincess on May 18, 2010, 12:30:06 PM
I just thought of two:

When I was 12 or 13, there were some family problems going on, and I was pretty upset about it.  Since I'm a worrier, I would stay up at night worrying about whatever aspect of the situation and couldn't sleep.  When this happened, my radio would suddenly turn on and then it turned stations to find a song with the exact right words I needed to hear.  This went on for a period of 3 or 4 months, then stopped.  I lived in that house for years, and cannot figure out how it would do that.  I thought maybe passing cars had some frequency that could maybe turn it on, but how did it change the station?  And if it was passing cars, why didn't it happen again?

The second one was my friend and I walking down the bread aisle at the grocery store.  The bread was on shelves that were up against a solid wall, and the shelves weren't overstuffed.  We were in the very center of the aisle and neither of us could reach the shelves.  No one else was in the aisle.

Brian said something to annoy me, I contradicted, he said it again and a loaf of bread flew off the shelf and smacked him in the side. (It was like it had been squeezed on the shelf too tight and the pressure shot it out, but it hadn't been).  We laughed, put the bread back and walked further up the aisle, still arguing our points.  ANOTHER loaf flew at him.  I won that one.  He said he couldn't compete with telekenesis.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kitty-cat on May 18, 2010, 12:43:28 PM
PaintingPastelPrincess- smart brother :P

Yeah, I never got to do the psychic stuff with my brother. I just kinda would hit him.

And I have one more mystery. Why did it take like 3 days for the bruise to show up from my turning into the counter at my parents house? I turned from the sink literally into the corner of the island at the house. I just noticed a slight spot yesterday and today it looks like I got hit by a golf ball...

And I'm going to the beach tomorrow. How am I supposed to hide it?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on May 18, 2010, 01:31:34 PM
Oh!  The bread story reminded me of something that happened just last week. 

Where did the tortillas come from?

We were all at the kitchen table eating dinner.  It was Taco Night at our house.  All of a sudden, we heard a *smack* and turned to find the tortilla package laying in the middle of the kitchen floor.  None of us remember where the package was originally and if it were sitting on the counter (maybe on top of something else and it slid off), it wouldn't have landed where it did.  I'm *sure* there is a perfectly rational explanation for why this happened.  We just don't know what it is...
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: magicdomino on May 18, 2010, 02:42:32 PM
I sometimes wonder what my last name is.  Not the third-generation version that is on my birth certificate, but the original old-country version.  While my grandmother's whole immediate family emigrated from Eastern Europe, my grandfather was the only one of his family.  (Very romantic:  he followed his sweetheart as soon as he could scape up the fare.  Which was a good thing, because she was three months pregnant by the time he got here.   ;) )  He changed his last name to make it easier to pronounce (didn't help, BTW), but apparently this was after he left Ellis Island, because that version isn't on record.  Also, Grandfather's family originated in a different country; I'm not sure if he was even born in the same country as Grandma.  No one much cared about the original spelling, and any contact with relatives left behind stopped when Eastern Europe was behind the Iron Curtain.  Now, any one who knew what the original spelling was, has passed away or can't remember. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: cass2591 on May 18, 2010, 03:29:41 PM
Years ago I had an answering machine that called the operator all on its own. It was very sporadic and I could never figure out a pattern. Sometimes it would be in the middle of the night and I would be awoken, quite startled, to the sound of a click and then "Operator 9 (or whatever number that particular operator had) can I help you? ....Hello Operator 9 can I help you?...Is anyone there?"

Sometimes it happened when I was awake, in the other room. I suppose I should have answered it then, but I never did.

Sometimes I would come home to find the message light blinking, indicating I had a message, only to find it was from some operator asking if she could help me.

It was quite bizarre. Nobody ever had an explanation.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MizB on May 18, 2010, 03:35:15 PM
*want updates* I also have a story though, that I will add when I have more time!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ginlyn32 on May 18, 2010, 03:53:00 PM
CathyF, I have a Missing Glasses story!

About 3 years ago, I went to the store and had the grocery bags on the table. we went swimming at our subdivison's pool. I had set my glasses down on the table. We had put everything away before we went to the store and then went to the pool.

I searched the house from top to bottom. No glasses. I even went to the pool and looked on all the tables there thinking maybe I wore them over and forgot.

I ended up having to buy new glasses. Good thing I have prescription sunglasses because I need glasses in order to drive. I figured the glasses would turn up once I bought new. Nope...didn't happen.

I then figured we'd find them when we moved a year later...nope. Never did find those glasses. I think they accidently got thrown away when the kids were putting away groceries and throwing away bags.

ginlyn
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Scritzy on May 18, 2010, 03:54:26 PM
Chip wears his cell phone at his waist. If he bumps against something a certain way, the phone will automatically redial the last number dialed. Very weird.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Tierrainney on May 18, 2010, 04:25:21 PM

Also did anyone receive a pseudo=newspaper all about weight loss with a hand written notation to the effect "why don't/why haven't your tried this"?

LL

Not a mystery   :) .  This was a advertising junk mail scam for a while.  I haven't heard of it in ages because now it's much cheaper to spam. 

I was able to make my MIL feel better when she got one because she was sure one of her friends or relations was trying to tell her something.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: sbtier on May 18, 2010, 04:52:47 PM

Also did anyone receive a pseudo=newspaper all about weight loss with a hand written notation to the effect "why don't/why haven't your tried this"?

LL
I got one a few weeks ago and posted about it as an example of bad advertising.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on May 18, 2010, 04:55:01 PM
These stories are bringing back memories of things I've almost forgotten!

Who was calling Crazy Man?

Years ago, I had 2 roommates.  One day, the phone rang and the gentleman (I use the term loosely) asked for the roommate in charge of the phone bill (it was in her name, we all just gave her money).  He then proceed to rant and rave at her because someone from this number kept calling his house and hanging up and he was darn well sick and tired of it.  He had caller ID and records to show the cops if this didn't stop.  

She apologized and asked for more details (i.e. when the calls were made, etc.)  He told her they were made at a time absolutely no one was in the house, we were all at work.  We did have a roommate who was capable of being a total bacon fed knave, so we did some checking to make sure he or one of his friends weren't misbehaving.  According to our itemized phone bill, this person's number was never called from our phone.  At any time, day or night.  He called a few more times threatening to sue us for harassment but my roommate told him what we'd learned and if he called HER one more time, he'd be the one in trouble.  I'm not sure if that was legally accurate but he never did call back.

But I wonder what that was all about?

Also, What Was That Smell?

I have this one listed in the Ghost Story thread.  Basically, I came home from work one winter day and put my things in my bedroom.  Which reeeeeeeeked of Eau de Very Cheap Perfume.  It was nauseating.  I started hunting around the room, thinking a bottle or something spilled.  Nothing was found.  I went to apologize to my roommates for the stench and discovered you could only smell it in my room.  The very next day, the smell was completely gone.  I found this weird because my sister broke a bottle of perfume in my dorm bathroom and though I scrubbed the tile down about 90,569,023,252 times, the smell was extremely overpowering for a couple of weeks and you could smell it all the way down the hall.  We did ask my landlord who lived below us but he knew nothing about it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: happygrrl on May 18, 2010, 05:31:55 PM
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I have another mystery. (still haven't found those spoons either...)

I was doing laundry this morning. I have brand new machines, put there by maintenance. I am the only person to have done laundry in that washer. My husband is not up to any mischief.

So where did the white size 8 ladies' panties come from?

ZOMG, I had forgotten about this until I read the above post.

I was hanging up clothes on DH's side of the closet, and I moved some shirts back to hang some others, and out fell a ladies short, white, nylon nightgown that was in a much larger size than I wore. It was used, so it couldn't have been a forgotten gift (and it was literally XXX bigger than my size anyhow). There were no clothes that had came back from the cleaners, so that was out of the question, and DH swears he had nothing to do with it. (And I believe him.) It gave me weird vibes when I picked it up, so I ended up sticking it in a box, sealed it with duct tape, and took it to the outdoor garbage can.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aventurine on May 18, 2010, 05:49:13 PM
This one isn't much of a mystery, but it did have us shaking our heads and laughing for awhile.

My DH got a call from a guy looking for his girlfriend.  He refused to take DH's word that the cell phone number must have been reassigned, and kept accusing DH of being with his girlfriend and offering to come over and deliver a whuppin'.  (Come over where?  Dude, you're talking to a cell phone).  

DH answered the guy's calls for kicks a couple of times until he got bored with it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Micah on May 18, 2010, 06:13:21 PM
What happened to divide our entire family during the Great Depression? Apparently our family was very large and quite wealthy. During the Depression my side of the family did something that resulted in us basically being given the cut direct....to this day! No one in my family knows what happened and the other side refuses to allow contact.

A customer with my last name came in to work a couple of years ago. He was very friendly and interested to hear we had the same name, until i told him what part of Australia my father and his parents are from. The smile vanished, he snatched his credit card back off me and walked out without another word.  ??? I just want to know what we're supposed to have done! And whatever it was, it isn't my fault! I wasn't born!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Giggity on May 18, 2010, 06:15:52 PM
CathyF, I have a Missing Glasses story!
ginlyn

Me too ... one night, back in 2001, I took my glasses off one night when I went to bed. That was the last time I ever saw them. Ex and I tore up the bedroom the next day looking for them - they never reappeared, and have never, despite four moves. Thank goodness I had my old spare pair to get through until I could get into the optician!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MeeLee on May 18, 2010, 06:25:15 PM
When I was about 12 years old, I stayed over night at a friends house. There were three of us there. We were alone, and we kept getting phone calls every hour on the hour all night long until 5 in the morning.All we could hear was heavy breathing. We thought it may have been one of our friends but all of them denied it. Anyways, about a week later, I was home alone, and I got calls every hour on the hour. Same thing, heavy breathing. I thought my friends from the sleepover ere doing it, but that was impossible since both of them were away, and cell phones weren't really around then. The next weekend, my friend got the phone calls, and then the week after that my last friend got the phone calls. Both were home alone, and none of us did it. After the call to my second friend, the calls stopped. I still have no idea who that was, and if they knew we were home alone.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 18, 2010, 06:33:22 PM
When I was about 12 years old, I stayed over night at a friends house. There were three of us there. We were alone, and we kept getting phone calls every hour on the hour all night long until 5 in the morning.All we could hear was heavy breathing. We thought it may have been one of our friends but all of them denied it. Anyways, about a week later, I was home alone, and I got calls every hour on the hour. Same thing, heavy breathing. I thought my friends from the sleepover ere doing it, but that was impossible since both of them were away, and cell phones weren't really around then. The next weekend, my friend got the phone calls, and then the week after that my last friend got the phone calls. Both were home alone, and none of us did it. After the call to my second friend, the calls stopped. I still have no idea who that was, and if they knew we were home alone.

Oh, that sounds like a creepy teen horror book!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MeeLee on May 18, 2010, 06:38:38 PM
When I was about 12 years old, I stayed over night at a friends house. There were three of us there. We were alone, and we kept getting phone calls every hour on the hour all night long until 5 in the morning.All we could hear was heavy breathing. We thought it may have been one of our friends but all of them denied it. Anyways, about a week later, I was home alone, and I got calls every hour on the hour. Same thing, heavy breathing. I thought my friends from the sleepover ere doing it, but that was impossible since both of them were away, and cell phones weren't really around then. The next weekend, my friend got the phone calls, and then the week after that my last friend got the phone calls. Both were home alone, and none of us did it. After the call to my second friend, the calls stopped. I still have no idea who that was, and if they knew we were home alone.

Oh, that sounds like a creepy teen horror book!

You know what? I wasn't afraid at all. I was more annoyed. My parents just thought someone was goofing with us. If that happened now, I'd have a heart attack haha.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on May 18, 2010, 06:56:08 PM
What happened to divide our entire family during the Great Depression? Apparently our family was very large and quite wealthy. During the Depression my side of the family did something that resulted in us basically being given the cut direct....to this day! No one in my family knows what happened and the other side refuses to allow contact.

A customer with my last name came in to work a couple of years ago. He was very friendly and interested to hear we had the same name, until i told him what part of Australia my father and his parents are from. The smile vanished, he snatched his credit card back off me and walked out without another word.  ??? I just want to know what we're supposed to have done! And whatever it was, it isn't my fault! I wasn't born!

It doesn't matter to some people.

My grandfather (Dad's father) was from Scotland. Apparently he was a bit of a rebel as a teen and was kicked out of the family. He went on to fight in WW1 and then came to Canada and started a family of his own.

Dad has mentioned some things that he apparently did, but none of them were very terrible. And yet the relatives back in Scotland are still cold as icebergs to us. Go figure.

On the flip side, my other grandfather was... not a nice person. If someone knew him and didn't know me, I would understand why they would be cautious about meeting me, or decline altogether.



Also, What Was That Smell?

I have this one listed in the Ghost Story thread.  Basically, I came home from work one winter day and put my things in my bedroom.  Which reeeeeeeeked of Eau de Very Cheap Perfume.  It was nauseating.  I started hunting around the room, thinking a bottle or something spilled.  Nothing was found.  I went to apologize to my roommates for the stench and discovered you could only smell it in my room.  The very next day, the smell was completely gone.  I found this weird because my sister broke a bottle of perfume in my dorm bathroom and though I scrubbed the tile down about 90,569,023,252 times, the smell was extremely overpowering for a couple of weeks and you could smell it all the way down the hall.  We did ask my landlord who lived below us but he knew nothing about it.

It could have been coming from him, or outside. My kitchen reeked of paint for a week at one point. Couldn't figure it out for the life of me - I searched everything, I opened the windows, I cleaned out the garbage, I did all I could to find it and get rid of it and it wouldn't go!

I finally realized it was coming from under the sink. There is a hole in the wall where the pipes come through. I live in an apartment so I figured they were painting (or possibly spraying for bugs) and the chemical was coming up through the wall. I blocked it and the smell stopped, although if you stick you head under the sink, you can still smell it very faintly (and it has been several months!).

Right now I have a horrible stench of ammonia (or something) that I can't get rid of, and I'm going to see if I can find and block every other opening.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on May 18, 2010, 07:06:13 PM
Also, What Was That Smell?

I have this one listed in the Ghost Story thread.  Basically, I came home from work one winter day and put my things in my bedroom.  Which reeeeeeeeked of Eau de Very Cheap Perfume.  It was nauseating.  I started hunting around the room, thinking a bottle or something spilled.  Nothing was found.  I went to apologize to my roommates for the stench and discovered you could only smell it in my room.  The very next day, the smell was completely gone.  I found this weird because my sister broke a bottle of perfume in my dorm bathroom and though I scrubbed the tile down about 90,569,023,252 times, the smell was extremely overpowering for a couple of weeks and you could smell it all the way down the hall.  We did ask my landlord who lived below us but he knew nothing about it.

Smells are weird.  Whatever I make for dinner smells the most strongly in the corner of our stairs (the ones going to the upstairs).  No idea why, especially since the ceiling is really high there; I'd think they'd go up more.  When I use the crock pot for dinner, it'll smell like roast/casserole/whatever for the whole next day right in that corner.  And my bathroom towels always smell like onions within a couple days of getting them out.  Only the ones hanging on one wall.  Not the other towel rack or the ones folded on the shelves.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 18, 2010, 07:24:30 PM
Also, What Was That Smell?

I have this one listed in the Ghost Story thread.  Basically, I came home from work one winter day and put my things in my bedroom.  Which reeeeeeeeked of Eau de Very Cheap Perfume.  It was nauseating.  I started hunting around the room, thinking a bottle or something spilled.  Nothing was found.  I went to apologize to my roommates for the stench and discovered you could only smell it in my room.  The very next day, the smell was completely gone.  I found this weird because my sister broke a bottle of perfume in my dorm bathroom and though I scrubbed the tile down about 90,569,023,252 times, the smell was extremely overpowering for a couple of weeks and you could smell it all the way down the hall.  We did ask my landlord who lived below us but he knew nothing about it.

I'm pretty sure this is also posted in the ghost story thread, but I've had similar experiences.  One was in the house my great-grandfather built, which is sadly gone now.  I lived there alone for a while and besides hearing things and feeling something touch me, I once smelled a very strong pine smell.  Not like pine cleaner, but like a real pine tree--my family owned a nursery for 80-some years so it was perfectly at home there, but the trees were pretty far away from my kitchen.  I wondered if it might be pine needles in the vents, but I only smelled it once or twice and it wasn't when the heat was on. 

After my grandfather died (I was living in the same house) I would smell a very strong scent of vanilla pipe tobacco.  He was on oxygen for the last few years of his life so he hadn't smoked in a long time and this wasn't stale tobacco smell, this was a freshly lit pipe.  Sometimes I smelled it in that house, but sometimes I smelled it outside or in houses that I lived in.  I was always the only one that smelled it and it was a very strong unmistakable scent.  I smell it less and less now; I wish it came more often because whether it's Grandpa or not it makes me feel better.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: sbtier on May 18, 2010, 07:27:53 PM
Also, What Was That Smell?

I have this one listed in the Ghost Story thread.  Basically, I came home from work one winter day and put my things in my bedroom.  Which reeeeeeeeked of Eau de Very Cheap Perfume.  It was nauseating.  I started hunting around the room, thinking a bottle or something spilled.  Nothing was found.  I went to apologize to my roommates for the stench and discovered you could only smell it in my room.  The very next day, the smell was completely gone.  I found this weird because my sister broke a bottle of perfume in my dorm bathroom and though I scrubbed the tile down about 90,569,023,252 times, the smell was extremely overpowering for a couple of weeks and you could smell it all the way down the hall.  We did ask my landlord who lived below us but he knew nothing about it.

Do you get migraines?  They can cause you to smell things that aren't there.  Mine are chlorine and smoke.  People in my migraine support group report a wide variety of different phantom smells.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 18, 2010, 07:40:44 PM

Well...this was in 1980, and my parents lived in the house until 1992, so I suspect that someone would have noticed them by then. ;)

Also, I don't know how they would have gotten outside. I specifically set them on the porch railing, and the porch was entirely screened in on 3 sides and attached to the house on the other.

My guess would be that a bird took them, what do you think about that? Magpies like shiny things (were they metal?) so could have seen it and flown in - unless you faced that side from the pool 100% of the time?

There would have been no way to for a bird to get into the porch without tearing the screen. (To answer your question, the glasses were plastic-framed.)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 18, 2010, 07:45:31 PM

Well...this was in 1980, and my parents lived in the house until 1992, so I suspect that someone would have noticed them by then. ;)

Also, I don't know how they would have gotten outside. I specifically set them on the porch railing, and the porch was entirely screened in on 3 sides and attached to the house on the other.

My guess would be that a bird took them, what do you think about that? Magpies like shiny things (were they metal?) so could have seen it and flown in - unless you faced that side from the pool 100% of the time?

There would have been no way to for a bird to get into the porch without tearing the screen. (To answer your question, the glasses were plastic-framed.)

I would say that if they were really really tiny they could have fallen between a crack in the flooring, but I'm going to guess that plastic-framed glasses from 1980 weren't that small.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on May 18, 2010, 07:56:46 PM
Also, What Was That Smell?

I have this one listed in the Ghost Story thread.  Basically, I came home from work one winter day and put my things in my bedroom.  Which reeeeeeeeked of Eau de Very Cheap Perfume.  It was nauseating.  I started hunting around the room, thinking a bottle or something spilled.  Nothing was found.  I went to apologize to my roommates for the stench and discovered you could only smell it in my room.  The very next day, the smell was completely gone.  I found this weird because my sister broke a bottle of perfume in my dorm bathroom and though I scrubbed the tile down about 90,569,023,252 times, the smell was extremely overpowering for a couple of weeks and you could smell it all the way down the hall.  We did ask my landlord who lived below us but he knew nothing about it.

Do you get migraines?  They can cause you to smell things that aren't there.  Mine are chlorine and smoke.  People in my migraine support group report a wide variety of different phantom smells.

Really?? I didn't know that!

That may explain why I smell perfume sometimes. I'm allergic to some scents, so I don't have much of anything like that in the house.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 18, 2010, 07:57:35 PM

Well...this was in 1980, and my parents lived in the house until 1992, so I suspect that someone would have noticed them by then. ;)

Also, I don't know how they would have gotten outside. I specifically set them on the porch railing, and the porch was entirely screened in on 3 sides and attached to the house on the other.

My guess would be that a bird took them, what do you think about that? Magpies like shiny things (were they metal?) so could have seen it and flown in - unless you faced that side from the pool 100% of the time?

There would have been no way to for a bird to get into the porch without tearing the screen. (To answer your question, the glasses were plastic-framed.)

I would say that if they were really really tiny they could have fallen between a crack in the flooring, but I'm going to guess that plastic-framed glasses from 1980 weren't that small.

They weren't huge, but no, the cracks were too close together for that - though I DID drop my confirmation ring down there and my dad had to lift a floor board to get it out.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: TychaBrahe on May 18, 2010, 08:38:59 PM
Where do my salad forks go to?  And why do I have so many butter knives?  Are the forks converting to butter knives in secret?

Well, the paperclip-clothes hanger thing was too well known, so they evolved new camouflage.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: TychaBrahe on May 18, 2010, 09:04:25 PM
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I was relaying this story in the company of my mother and she said that she remembers me insisting that there was a man in my room reading a book, but that she thought I was dreaming or something about it.

It could have been sleep paralysis, where your body turns off before your brain does and it causes some strong hallucinations. Of course, usually during this you can't speak or move.

I've experienced sleep paralysis and it, literally, is the scariest thing I have ever experienced.  I get a little freaked out thinking about it.  I don't know if this is unique to me or if it's a more common experience.  If it's the former though, she would not have peacefully returned to sleep.

I had that once.  I was staying at college over the summer, and staying in an apartment intended for four people.  My roommate and I had lucked out, as we were the only two staying, so we each got our own room.  Then she got very depressed and committed herself, so I was alone.

One night I "woke up" aware that there was a man in the apartment.  I couldn't move or open my eyes, but I knew he was coming into my room.  There was nothing I could do, and I was terrified.  Although I realize now that it was a combination of hallucination and sleep paralysis, it remains one of my most frightening experiences.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 18, 2010, 10:03:35 PM
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I was relaying this story in the company of my mother and she said that she remembers me insisting that there was a man in my room reading a book, but that she thought I was dreaming or something about it.

It could have been sleep paralysis, where your body turns off before your brain does and it causes some strong hallucinations. Of course, usually during this you can't speak or move.

I've experienced sleep paralysis and it, literally, is the scariest thing I have ever experienced.  I get a little freaked out thinking about it.  I don't know if this is unique to me or if it's a more common experience.  If it's the former though, she would not have peacefully returned to sleep.

I had that once.  I was staying at college over the summer, and staying in an apartment intended for four people.  My roommate and I had lucked out, as we were the only two staying, so we each got our own room.  Then she got very depressed and committed herself, so I was alone.

One night I "woke up" aware that there was a man in the apartment.  I couldn't move or open my eyes, but I knew he was coming into my room.  There was nothing I could do, and I was terrified.  Although I realize now that it was a combination of hallucination and sleep paralysis, it remains one of my most frightening experiences.

I have experienced sleep paralysis several times myself. I agree - it is one of the scariest experiences ever.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Maggie on May 18, 2010, 11:16:35 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

The yellow-eyed demon from Supernatural?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: NutMeg on May 19, 2010, 12:40:42 AM
I'm the only person I've ever heard of who has experienced non-terrifying sleep paralysis. It's probably happened five times, and each time I was not afraid. Just couldn't move.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: M-theory on May 19, 2010, 12:42:40 AM
I'm the only person I've ever heard of who has experienced non-terrifying sleep paralysis. It's probably happened five times, and each time I was not afraid. Just couldn't move.

*raises hand* As I said in the recent thread on the subject, mine isn't scary, just seriously annoying. :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Miss Vertigo on May 19, 2010, 01:24:16 AM
Who was my grandfather, and what happened to him after my father was born? We have no idea. Literally no idea.

My father never knew him. Never met him. Was always told 'your father is dead'.  We have a name and that is all and we know he was an Irishman. He was married to my grandmother and then poof - disappeared. My father remembers seeing his parents' marriage certificate, as a child. He can tell me details of what was on that marriage certificate, details he wouldn't have known had he not seen it. My grandmother's death in 1955 was registered under her married name so all things point to them having been married. And yet despite searching all the online genealogy resources I know how to search I can find absolutely no record whatsoever of a marriage between his parents. No record of a death (or divorce) around the period my father was born.  It's the darndest thing.

I would love to trace his details and find out more about him - from what I can work out he served in the Irish Guard  (oh, and that's another thing - I can find no military records either) and that's why he was in England, so I'd imagine his would be an interesting story, but without a rough idea of his age at the time of marriage, without the elusive marriage certificate that seems to have vanished from the records, which would allow me a rough stab at finding a birth certificate, we're still in the dark.

One day, I will become famous, go on Who Do You Think You Are and then someone will work all this stuff out for me.

(And as an aside: why did my smoke alarm above my bed, where I'm currently sitting, and which has *never* gone off before, ever, completely randomly go off for about five seconds then stop while I was typing this?!?!)

 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cellardoor14 on May 19, 2010, 04:10:58 AM
Years ago I had an answering machine that called the operator all on its own. It was very sporadic and I could never figure out a pattern. Sometimes it would be in the middle of the night and I would be awoken, quite startled, to the sound of a click and then "Operator 9 (or whatever number that particular operator had) can I help you? ....Hello Operator 9 can I help you?...Is anyone there?"

Sometimes it happened when I was awake, in the other room. I suppose I should have answered it then, but I never did.

Sometimes I would come home to find the message light blinking, indicating I had a message, only to find it was from some operator asking if she could help me.

It was quite bizarre. Nobody ever had an explanation.

My old mobile phone use to randomly call an a friend of mine from time to time.  At first I thought it might be because he was one of the contacts on my address book, so I moved him down the list.  Nope, that didn't work.  Then I made sure to always lock the keypad.  Nope.
I then deleted the contact and re-entered into my phone with slightly different information (same number).  And watched in horror one night, as my phone came to life while I was at the dinner table, and phone that poor man's number AGAIN!

I kept telling my friend at it wasn't me doing the phoning, though I don't know if he truly believed me.  As he's always been a bit cold to me after that, I can't help wondering if he thinks I was trying to play a joke on him or something.  Because- come on, whose going to believe that the actual phone is one doing the stalking!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Schmoopie3928 on May 19, 2010, 05:53:02 AM
Where did my car go??

I had an old '88 Nissan about 5 years ago. It was beaten up, the trunk was held shut with a bungee cord and sounded terrible. It has about 250,000 miles on it. It broke down on me one day and I had it towed back to my townhouse. The timing chain was broken. I was visiting my parents a couple of days later and my BF called. He walked outside and the car was gone. Just gone. There was some broken glass in the dirt where it had been, but that's all. Who would want it? I cannot imagine someone risking stealing my old POS. and furthermore, how did they get it out?? It would have to have been towed. I had a lot of neighbors, yet no one saw anything.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 19, 2010, 06:37:25 AM
Just wanted to mention that I started a spin-off thread on sleep paralysis for anyone who's interested: http://www.etiquettehell.com/smf/index.php?topic=78160.0.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 19, 2010, 07:32:28 AM
Where did my car go??

I had an old '88 Nissan about 5 years ago. It was beaten up, the trunk was held shut with a bungee cord and sounded terrible. It has about 250,000 miles on it. It broke down on me one day and I had it towed back to my townhouse. The timing chain was broken. I was visiting my parents a couple of days later and my BF called. He walked outside and the car was gone. Just gone. There was some broken glass in the dirt where it had been, but that's all. Who would want it? I cannot imagine someone risking stealing my old POS. and furthermore, how did they get it out?? It would have to have been towed. I had a lot of neighbors, yet no one saw anything.

My sister lost a car once.  I don't think it's ever been found.  She parked it on the street, went to wherever she was going, and when she came out she could not for the life of her find it.  I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but from what I've always been told they couldn't ever determine if it had been stolen or not because she couldn't remember where she had parked it.  My guess would be it was probably stolen and she couldn't convince herself that she knew 100% exactly where she had parked it to determine that it was really gone from that spot.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on May 19, 2010, 08:48:23 AM
Also, What Was That Smell?

I have this one listed in the Ghost Story thread.  Basically, I came home from work one winter day and put my things in my bedroom.  Which reeeeeeeeked of Eau de Very Cheap Perfume.  It was nauseating.  I started hunting around the room, thinking a bottle or something spilled.  Nothing was found.  I went to apologize to my roommates for the stench and discovered you could only smell it in my room.  The very next day, the smell was completely gone.  I found this weird because my sister broke a bottle of perfume in my dorm bathroom and though I scrubbed the tile down about 90,569,023,252 times, the smell was extremely overpowering for a couple of weeks and you could smell it all the way down the hall.  We did ask my landlord who lived below us but he knew nothing about it.

Do you get migraines?  They can cause you to smell things that aren't there.  Mine are chlorine and smoke.  People in my migraine support group report a wide variety of different phantom smells.

Nope.  My roommates could smell it too, it just wasn't coming out of the room at all.  We did think maybe our landlord had used some nasty room spray or something in his apartment below ours (it was very floral) but he hadn't been home all day and was just as puzzled as the rest of us.  It was the dead of winter, so there wasn't any spraying or anything going on.  It didn't smell like a cleaner or chemical at all, it really smelled like very cheap perfume that you could buy at the drug store for a couple of bucks.  Like most things, I'm sure there's a rational explanation.  I'm just dying to know what it is!

The crank calls reminded me of another story.  This still creeps me out and it's been 27 years.

I have a cousin who's 2 years older than me and our birthdays are very close together.  The year she was 12 and I was 10, she had a sleepover and I was invited.  Our birthdays are in September, so it was still nice outside.  My aunt let us have the party in a camping trailer that was parked right next to the garage.  A big power cord ran from the garage to the trailer so we had lights and everything.

So we're goofing around and acting like kids do when one of the girls happened to glance at the door.  She suddenly stopped laughing and her face just drained of color.  We all wanted to know what was going on but all she could say was something like, "Did you see him?"  Apparently, she saw someone peeking in the window.  Naturally, this completely freaked everyone out but we decided to carry on, thinking it was someone playing a prank. (And someone locked the door).  But then a few other girls saw a man with really bushy white hair that was standing up on end peering into the window from time to time.  My older cousin (I think she was 15) was convinced it was my uncle playing a joke but then she started to get spooked and we all made a dash for the house.  In doing so, we woke up their parents, who obviously had nothing to do with it.  They called the police but as far as I know, nothing was ever found. 

We spent the rest of the night in the family room.  With the lights on.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: sbagirl on May 19, 2010, 08:53:03 AM
Who was Father Winter?

It was 1973 and my uncle had just returned from a 5-year long overseas missionary trip.  He was staying at our house for a week or two until he went to his next assignment in another state.  One afternoon, my uncle was out somewhere when an elderly man came to our door and asked for him by name.  I said he wasn't there and the man asked me to tell him that "Father Winter" had been here to see him and that he'd stop by again. He then walked down the steps and headed down the sidewalk toward the main street.

When my uncle got home, I told him this and he was quite puzzled.  He asked me several times if I was sure that was the man's name.  I said I was quite sure because he had repeated it several times ("Be sure you tell him Father Winter was here," etc.).  He also asked me several times to describe the man, which I did, and he then asked if the man had a car.  I told him I hadn't seen a car and that he had, in fact, walked down the sidewalk toward the main road - a fact which really seemed to surprise my uncle althought I don't know why. 

My uncle clearly didn't seem to know who he was (at least by that name) but also said something mysterious about wondering how "he" had found him.  Since my uncle was my mother's brother, he had a different last name than we did, so "Father Winter" wouldn't have found his name listed at our address.  Father Winter never came back while my uncle was there and, on subsequent visits, my uncle asked if he'd ever stopped back.  He never did.

My uncle died a few years later and I never did find out what that was all about.


Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 19, 2010, 08:56:48 AM
Who was my grandfather, and what happened to him after my father was born? We have no idea. Literally no idea.

My father never knew him. Never met him. Was always told 'your father is dead'.  We have a name and that is all and we know he was an Irishman. He was married to my grandmother and then poof - disappeared. My father remembers seeing his parents' marriage certificate, as a child. He can tell me details of what was on that marriage certificate, details he wouldn't have known had he not seen it. My grandmother's death in 1955 was registered under her married name so all things point to them having been married. And yet despite searching all the online genealogy resources I know how to search I can find absolutely no record whatsoever of a marriage between his parents. No record of a death (or divorce) around the period my father was born.  It's the darndest thing.

I would love to trace his details and find out more about him - from what I can work out he served in the Irish Guard  (oh, and that's another thing - I can find no military records either) and that's why he was in England, so I'd imagine his would be an interesting story, but without a rough idea of his age at the time of marriage, without the elusive marriage certificate that seems to have vanished from the records, which would allow me a rough stab at finding a birth certificate, we're still in the dark.

One day, I will become famous, go on Who Do You Think You Are and then someone will work all this stuff out for me.

(And as an aside: why did my smoke alarm above my bed, where I'm currently sitting, and which has *never* gone off before, ever, completely randomly go off for about five seconds then stop while I was typing this?!?!)

 

Call the Ghosthunters!!  That's fantastic!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Twik on May 19, 2010, 08:58:18 AM
Also, What Was That Smell?

I have this one listed in the Ghost Story thread.  Basically, I came home from work one winter day and put my things in my bedroom.  Which reeeeeeeeked of Eau de Very Cheap Perfume.  It was nauseating.  I started hunting around the room, thinking a bottle or something spilled.  Nothing was found.  I went to apologize to my roommates for the stench and discovered you could only smell it in my room.  The very next day, the smell was completely gone.  I found this weird because my sister broke a bottle of perfume in my dorm bathroom and though I scrubbed the tile down about 90,569,023,252 times, the smell was extremely overpowering for a couple of weeks and you could smell it all the way down the hall.  We did ask my landlord who lived below us but he knew nothing about it.

Do you get migraines?  They can cause you to smell things that aren't there.  Mine are chlorine and smoke.  People in my migraine support group report a wide variety of different phantom smells.

Really?? I didn't know that!

That may explain why I smell perfume sometimes. I'm allergic to some scents, so I don't have much of anything like that in the house.

If you read about the early experiments in brain mapping, a strong sensation such as an odour can be triggered by stimulating one very small part of the brain - the brain thinks it's getting a real "signal". So I can well believe that migraines can trigger all sorts of "instant sensations".
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: M-theory on May 19, 2010, 09:04:52 AM
Also, What Was That Smell?

I have this one listed in the Ghost Story thread.  Basically, I came home from work one winter day and put my things in my bedroom.  Which reeeeeeeeked of Eau de Very Cheap Perfume.  It was nauseating.  I started hunting around the room, thinking a bottle or something spilled.  Nothing was found.  I went to apologize to my roommates for the stench and discovered you could only smell it in my room.  The very next day, the smell was completely gone.  I found this weird because my sister broke a bottle of perfume in my dorm bathroom and though I scrubbed the tile down about 90,569,023,252 times, the smell was extremely overpowering for a couple of weeks and you could smell it all the way down the hall.  We did ask my landlord who lived below us but he knew nothing about it.

Do you get migraines?  They can cause you to smell things that aren't there.  Mine are chlorine and smoke.  People in my migraine support group report a wide variety of different phantom smells.

Really?? I didn't know that!

That may explain why I smell perfume sometimes. I'm allergic to some scents, so I don't have much of anything like that in the house.

If you read about the early experiments in brain mapping, a strong sensation such as an odour can be triggered by stimulating one very small part of the brain - the brain thinks it's getting a real "signal". So I can well believe that migraines can trigger all sorts of "instant sensations".

People who have seizures sometimes find them preceded by a disembodied smell also.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 19, 2010, 09:23:55 AM
Where did my car go??

I had an old '88 Nissan about 5 years ago. It was beaten up, the trunk was held shut with a bungee cord and sounded terrible. It has about 250,000 miles on it. It broke down on me one day and I had it towed back to my townhouse. The timing chain was broken. I was visiting my parents a couple of days later and my BF called. He walked outside and the car was gone. Just gone. There was some broken glass in the dirt where it had been, but that's all. Who would want it? I cannot imagine someone risking stealing my old POS. and furthermore, how did they get it out?? It would have to have been towed. I had a lot of neighbors, yet no one saw anything.

In the early 60's, some guys were towing a trailer carrying an old wreck of a car they were hoping to restore.   It was a Hudson Hornet, as I recall from the article.    Something went wrong with the  trailer and they had to leave it, car and all on a country road.    That was the last they saw of it as both trailer and car were stolen.

In the late 1990's, the owner was at a car show and discovered his long lost car, still unrestored.   The VIN number matched his records and he identified a hole they had drilled in the floor in order to run a wire.   The police files on the case were long gone, but the guy had kept his copies of the paper work.

So he got his car back.   The current owner wasn't charged with anything as the theft occurred before he was even born.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 19, 2010, 09:26:20 AM
Who was my grandfather, and what happened to him after my father was born? We have no idea. Literally no idea.

My father never knew him. Never met him. Was always told 'your father is dead'.  We have a name and that is all and we know he was an Irishman. He was married to my grandmother and then poof - disappeared. My father remembers seeing his parents' marriage certificate, as a child. He can tell me details of what was on that marriage certificate, details he wouldn't have known had he not seen it. My grandmother's death in 1955 was registered under her married name so all things point to them having been married. And yet despite searching all the online genealogy resources I know how to search I can find absolutely no record whatsoever of a marriage between his parents. No record of a death (or divorce) around the period my father was born.  It's the darndest thing.

I would love to trace his details and find out more about him - from what I can work out he served in the Irish Guard  (oh, and that's another thing - I can find no military records either) and that's why he was in England, so I'd imagine his would be an interesting story, but without a rough idea of his age at the time of marriage, without the elusive marriage certificate that seems to have vanished from the records, which would allow me a rough stab at finding a birth certificate, we're still in the dark.



Have you checked church records?  The Catholic church keeps meticulous records of people hatched, matched and dispatched.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Miss Vertigo on May 19, 2010, 09:30:32 AM
Who was my grandfather, and what happened to him after my father was born? We have no idea. Literally no idea.

My father never knew him. Never met him. Was always told 'your father is dead'.  We have a name and that is all and we know he was an Irishman. He was married to my grandmother and then poof - disappeared. My father remembers seeing his parents' marriage certificate, as a child. He can tell me details of what was on that marriage certificate, details he wouldn't have known had he not seen it. My grandmother's death in 1955 was registered under her married name so all things point to them having been married. And yet despite searching all the online genealogy resources I know how to search I can find absolutely no record whatsoever of a marriage between his parents. No record of a death (or divorce) around the period my father was born.  It's the darndest thing.

I would love to trace his details and find out more about him - from what I can work out he served in the Irish Guard  (oh, and that's another thing - I can find no military records either) and that's why he was in England, so I'd imagine his would be an interesting story, but without a rough idea of his age at the time of marriage, without the elusive marriage certificate that seems to have vanished from the records, which would allow me a rough stab at finding a birth certificate, we're still in the dark.

One day, I will become famous, go on Who Do You Think You Are and then someone will work all this stuff out for me.

(And as an aside: why did my smoke alarm above my bed, where I'm currently sitting, and which has *never* gone off before, ever, completely randomly go off for about five seconds then stop while I was typing this?!?!)

 

Call the Ghosthunters!!  That's fantastic!

LeeLee, it gets weirder. A few minutes after I hit post, I dug my father's birth certificate out of the drawer and as I was reading it, the smoke alarm went off again.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Miss Vertigo on May 19, 2010, 09:31:33 AM
Who was my grandfather, and what happened to him after my father was born? We have no idea. Literally no idea.

My father never knew him. Never met him. Was always told 'your father is dead'.  We have a name and that is all and we know he was an Irishman. He was married to my grandmother and then poof - disappeared. My father remembers seeing his parents' marriage certificate, as a child. He can tell me details of what was on that marriage certificate, details he wouldn't have known had he not seen it. My grandmother's death in 1955 was registered under her married name so all things point to them having been married. And yet despite searching all the online genealogy resources I know how to search I can find absolutely no record whatsoever of a marriage between his parents. No record of a death (or divorce) around the period my father was born.  It's the darndest thing.

I would love to trace his details and find out more about him - from what I can work out he served in the Irish Guard  (oh, and that's another thing - I can find no military records either) and that's why he was in England, so I'd imagine his would be an interesting story, but without a rough idea of his age at the time of marriage, without the elusive marriage certificate that seems to have vanished from the records, which would allow me a rough stab at finding a birth certificate, we're still in the dark.



Have you checked church records?  The Catholic church keeps meticulous records of people hatched, matched and dispatched.

Not yet, no. That was going to be my next step - look for the parish records in the area of London where they lived and probably would have married.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on May 19, 2010, 09:50:16 AM
Check the smoke alarm battery. Different brands have different ways of warning you that the battery is low.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 19, 2010, 10:09:21 AM


Not yet, no. That was going to be my next step - look for the parish records in the area of London where they lived and probably would have married.


Ah, searching the churches and dusty record halls of London, searching for clues to a mysterious ancestor.   A stranger, yet so near and dear.

Will Miss Vertigo find the keys to the past?  Or something....more....sinister?

This could be the makings of a great mystery/romance novel.

:::Scurries off to design cover::::
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: snowfire on May 19, 2010, 10:15:41 AM
We have a new one.

Who was the person who left two 24 port 100 base T switches on our front porch Monday?

We have talked to all the techie friends we can think of, but none of them did it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 19, 2010, 10:32:52 AM
Who was my grandfather, and what happened to him after my father was born? We have no idea. Literally no idea.

My father never knew him. Never met him. Was always told 'your father is dead'.  We have a name and that is all and we know he was an Irishman. He was married to my grandmother and then poof - disappeared. My father remembers seeing his parents' marriage certificate, as a child. He can tell me details of what was on that marriage certificate, details he wouldn't have known had he not seen it. My grandmother's death in 1955 was registered under her married name so all things point to them having been married. And yet despite searching all the online genealogy resources I know how to search I can find absolutely no record whatsoever of a marriage between his parents. No record of a death (or divorce) around the period my father was born.  It's the darndest thing.

I would love to trace his details and find out more about him - from what I can work out he served in the Irish Guard  (oh, and that's another thing - I can find no military records either) and that's why he was in England, so I'd imagine his would be an interesting story, but without a rough idea of his age at the time of marriage, without the elusive marriage certificate that seems to have vanished from the records, which would allow me a rough stab at finding a birth certificate, we're still in the dark.

One day, I will become famous, go on Who Do You Think You Are and then someone will work all this stuff out for me.

(And as an aside: why did my smoke alarm above my bed, where I'm currently sitting, and which has *never* gone off before, ever, completely randomly go off for about five seconds then stop while I was typing this?!?!)

 

Call the Ghosthunters!!  That's fantastic!

LeeLee, it gets weirder. A few minutes after I hit post, I dug my father's birth certificate out of the drawer and as I was reading it, the smoke alarm went off again.

AAahh!!  No way!  Oh this is incredible!  :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 19, 2010, 10:34:19 AM
Check the smoke alarm battery. Different brands have different ways of warning you that the battery is low.

Oh, I see you introducing logic, darn it all!  ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Miss Vertigo on May 19, 2010, 10:42:13 AM


Not yet, no. That was going to be my next step - look for the parish records in the area of London where they lived and probably would have married.


Ah, searching the churches and dusty record halls of London, searching for clues to a mysterious ancestor.   A stranger, yet so near and dear.

Will Miss Vertigo find the keys to the past?  Or something....more....sinister?

This could be the makings of a great mystery/romance novel.

:::Scurries off to design cover::::

Hahah. Bagsy the film rights  ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: HushHush on May 19, 2010, 10:45:11 AM
Where is my box of sovieners from our cruise to Mexico, Honduras and Belize?  I know I saw it in my parents garage a few years ago but haven't seen them since. 

Where is the photo album that had all the baby and childhood pictures of me?  I'm 99% positive I took it with me in the divorce but I can't find it anywhere.  Every single picture of me as a child was in it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RocketScientist on May 19, 2010, 10:55:40 AM
Several years ago I lived by myself in my first apartment after college.  It was a gated community, so in order to access the property, you had to have an access card or call someone living in the complex from the call box who would then buzz you through the gate.

My phone rang one evening, and when I answered it a guy said cheerily, "Hey, I'm here!"

I said, "Okay!" and buzzed him in.

I have no clue who that man was.  I wasn't expecting anyone and no one came to my apartment that night.  I've also wondered why in the world I buzzed him in if I didn't know who he was.  ???
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on May 19, 2010, 11:31:04 AM
Check the smoke alarm battery. Different brands have different ways of warning you that the battery is low.

Oh, I see you introducing logic, darn it all!  ;)

But . . . it makes the truly creepy stuff even better!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Morty'sCleaningLady on May 19, 2010, 11:51:03 AM
Mine is probably my over active imagination!

My greatgrandfather was killed during the Great Depression.  He was an Irish immigrant living in South Boston with his wife and four children.  On payday, in the winter, he was struck and killed by a car/truck/snowplow in a blizzard.  His pay (cash) was never found, but he was pulled out of a snow bank (dead) three or four days later.   If this happened today, I'd think it was a random tragedy.  In the 1930s though, few people had vehicles in Southie, a working class neighborhood.  The Irish mob was also incredibly active.  My grandma was 8 when it happened and never discussed this horrifying, life-changing tragedy.

So, was it an accident?  Was it a mob hit?  If it was an accident, how did his money go missing when he was pushed so far into a snow bank?  Of course, I love reading up on the antics of Whitey Bulger (who was a toddler when this happened); he wasn't arrested for a good 10 more years for any crimes.  The Irish mob was active though.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 19, 2010, 11:53:15 AM
Several years ago I lived by myself in my first apartment after college.  It was a gated community, so in order to access the property, you had to have an access card or call someone living in the complex from the call box who would then buzz you through the gate.

My phone rang one evening, and when I answered it a guy said cheerily, "Hey, I'm here!"



I should have thought of this last week.  I was at my cousin's and when I tried to call her, the phone was busy.  Finally, some guys came bopping down the hall and I knocked on the foyer door and they let me in.

They admitted they weren't supposed to do this (housing for the disabled).

I should have just pushed random buttons. >:D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aventurine on May 19, 2010, 12:03:58 PM
Where's my book of poetry?

When we were first together, DH wrote lots of poetry (lots about me  :-* ) and I put them all in a scrapbook with pressed flowers, locks of hair, etc.  I haven't seen it in years.  It wasn't in storage when I went out to get it.

It was sweet.  I miss it.    :(
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MDefarge on May 19, 2010, 12:11:32 PM

I should have just pushed random buttons. >:D

Lol, please don't! Our apartment is always getting buzzed when we aren't expecting people over....and it is NEVER for us....turns out the little sign that says "Ring here" & points up at all of the buzzers for the apt points directly at *our* apt buzzer - so instead of buzzing on the letter/# of whichever apartment they are trying to reach they buzz ours  ::) (but really you know your friend lives on the 2nd floor, why would you push the 5B button??)

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on May 19, 2010, 03:15:43 PM
Genealogical mysteries... we only have a minor one, and would appreciate any info.

I have a great x 6 (or so) grandfather who immigrated from Ireland.  He was born on my birthday in 1857 (I was 1987 ;) ) and family legend holds he buried his guns before running off to America with his British Lord's daughter as his wife.

Name is Marrow Ash, and we honestly can not find a record of the wife's name, or the children's, but we know he had children because I exist!  ;)

Or, honestly wondering if anyone found those guns he buried.  :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 19, 2010, 03:22:27 PM
I'm the only person I've ever heard of who has experienced non-terrifying sleep paralysis. It's probably happened five times, and each time I was not afraid. Just couldn't move.

*raises hand* As I said in the recent thread on the subject, mine isn't scary, just seriously annoying. :P

For me it's scary not because of frightening hallucinations, but specifically because I can't move. I'm willing myself to move, and I can't. And I'm aware that I can't, which scares me.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 19, 2010, 04:01:38 PM

Lol, please don't! Our apartment is always getting buzzed when we aren't expecting people over....and it is NEVER for us....turns out the little sign that says "Ring here" & points up at all of the buzzers for the apt points directly at *our* apt buzzer - so instead of buzzing on the letter/# of whichever apartment they are trying to reach they buzz ours  ::) (but really you know your friend lives on the 2nd floor, why would you push the 5B button??)



Oops, sorry.   I used to live in a duplex and people would ring my doorbell asking if I knew where the other tenants were.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: A.P. Wulfric on May 19, 2010, 05:00:57 PM
I solved a family mystery just last week!

My maternal grandfather was an orphan-abandoned in the streets of NYC when he was 2 or so.  I was always told that he was placed in a Catholic orphanage, given a Catholic name, and there he lived until his "mother" claimed him at age 12 so she could take his earnings.   My mom knew his pre-altered last name, but no record of it existed anywhere-Ellis Island, etc.

I finally decided to register and pay for an Ancestry.com account. Not only did I find this missing woman who is allegedly my great grandmother, but I found the true last name (slightly different) AND my mom's long lost brother-who also started a family tree! 


On that note-I'm more than happy to look up anyone using ancestry's searching too-it scans immigration records, death certificates, social security records, census, naturalization records, etc.

Send me a PM and I'll be on it.  I love things like this!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on May 19, 2010, 05:35:50 PM
How far back do those records go, do you know? Because we have family records dating back to the 1700s, when one of my ancestors came to Canada. He briefly lived in the US.

Family legend has it that the community he joined was mostly teetotalers. He felt that was a crime against humanity ;D so he left for Canada. Don't know how true that is, but it is funny to see Mother spit nails when anyone mentions it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shea on May 19, 2010, 05:47:12 PM
Mine's more like the genealogical mysteries rather than the truly interesting creepy ones.

I'm descended from Brigham Young on my maternal grandfather's side. Nobody in the family is Mormon anymore; in fact, my grandfather is Jewish. At least he was raised Jewish. A few years ago he was visiting me in Portland and we drove past the enormous Mormon Temple. He asked brightly if I thought they'd let him in, and when I said probably not, he said "You know, I was baptized a Mormon when I was a baby."  ??? He didn't know how or why, but he has a certificate saying he was baptized (right after his bris or something? I have no idea). It was pretty weird. I would love to figure out the LDS ancestors, learn which of Young's wives we're descended from, and how the family went from being Mormon to being Jewish. Odd transition. I hope someday to go to Salt Lake City and try to find this stuff in the records, since the LDS Church keeps excellent genealogical records.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on May 19, 2010, 06:03:50 PM
Please be careful of the family registry sites. My grandmother's date of death is 25 years earlier that in happened. All of the other information if correct, so I'm sure I have the right Lucinda. I am getting no help in correcting it.

Also, my greatgrandmother's middle name is spelled 3 different ways on various sites, and none of them match the death certificate that I have.

I'm pretty discouraged and never add anything to my Family Tree Maker unless I was there or have at least 2 sources that match. Other amateur genealogists I have talked to have similar experiences
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 19, 2010, 07:54:46 PM
I also have an Irish mystery grandfather. By the age of 16 he was in an English prison for his involvment in the Easter uprising of 1916, and was either broken out or someone paid his way out of prison. He was given a passport and put on ship to the US. These are things discovered through hints or slips, but he was pretty closed-mouthed about it, and to this day, we're pretty sure we never knew his real name.

He apparently continued to support the IRA, because one day sometime in the 60's the FBI showed up their doorstep. My grandma stonewalled them (not too hard, because I don't think actually knew anything) and they must not have had anything solid, as they never came back.

So all my Irish relatives are from my grandma's side, and grandpa never went back to Ireland.

He had a ghost, too, he called it 'the white lady' and it obviously terrified him, but he never really talked to much about that either.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on May 19, 2010, 08:20:06 PM
My grandfather was illegitimate. My great-grandmother raised him as a single mother, in rural Georgia at the turn of the century. So, one mystery is obviously the identity of my great-grandfather. My dad had an inkling of who he was. A bit creepily,  "possible dad" was distantly related to my husband.  :o

The other is how my great-grandmother managed so well. I don't ever remember getting the impression that her very conservative community shunned her in any way. She even sent him to COLLEGE...I have no idea how she managed to afford it.

There's a lot of back story there, and everyone involved is dead.

And as an aside, that's my dad's dad. So another odd aspect is that if she had married the dad, I would have had a different last name.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 19, 2010, 08:52:57 PM
I have to admit, I find the whole concept of genealogy kind of weird and random.

Everyone seems to pick one ancestor and trace down and out (decendants). Oh they may go back, through one person, as far as they can reach, but it's rarely more than one line. But the idea of all my antecedents is more interesting to me, and I can't even imagine the kind of research that would involve.

I have two parents, 4 grandparent, 8 greats, 16 great-greats, etc. Going back ten generation, there is a possible 1,024 ancestors there. Who were all these people?

I know my grandfather's grandfather's name, but not my grandma's (I do know my g'ms father's names, and my maternal g'ma's mother's maiden name, but that's about it.)

It's also random because it's invariably traced through the male line, which considering the way our DNA gets passed down, really makes no sense to me. Yet the woman were the ones to change their names, so you'll never know if your marrying someone with your own DNA unless your family keeps really good records. (not that it matters in terms of double recessives, etc., I think after second cousins the risk is considered to be about the same as random, but still.. ) I just think this is really intersesting, but I seem to be alone in this.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: vorbau on May 19, 2010, 09:03:20 PM
Blue2000 and Shea - the LDS Church maintains a genealogical website at www.familysearch.org  (http://www.familysearch.org) that contains all if not most of the LDS genealogy records as well as a great many from Europe, many dating to the 17th century. You may be able to find things relating to your families there. We found DH's maternal ancestors in Germany back to 1666.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 19, 2010, 09:07:29 PM
It's also random because it's invariably traced through the male line, which considering the way our DNA gets passed down, really makes no sense to me. Yet the woman were the ones to change their names, so you'll never know if your marrying someone with your own DNA unless your family keeps really good records. (not that it matters in terms of double recessives, etc., I think after second cousins the risk is considered to be about the same as random, but still.. ) I just think this is really intersesting, but I seem to be alone in this.

I'm sorry to geek out on you here but what exactly do you mean by this?  Are you talking about mitochondrial DNA?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on May 19, 2010, 09:09:16 PM
Blue2000 and Shea - the LDS Church maintains a genealogical website at www.familysearch.org  (http://www.familysearch.org) that contains all if not most of the LDS genealogy records as well as a great many from Europe, many d@ting to the 17th century. You may be able to find things relating to your families there. We found DH's maternal ancestors in Germany back to 1666.

I just rechecked. That is the one that has my family so messed up. However, none of them are LDS, if that makes a difference.

I'm not saying your information is wrong at all; just be cautious.

Edit: Just saw a quote of mine, so came back to fix sloppy wording. How many times do I need to proof to get it right?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Melxb on May 19, 2010, 09:09:55 PM
If we're talking genealogical mysteries here....I'd like to know more about my great grandmother.  She passed away in 1994 and was born in 1900.  She was 94 when she died and was an interesting lady.  She met my great grandfather when he and two of his brothers went to San Francisco around WWI to find work.  They were Mexican boys so couldn't enlist in the US Army.  Also, there was a small thing called the Mexican Revolution going on and they wanted out.  Anyway, my GGF and his two brothers met these three apparently gorgeous Irish young women and they married them.  Three Mexican brothers married three Irish women and brought them back to Mexico to live.

My great grandmother spoke perfect Spanish with a very noticeable Irish accent and from what the family says, never left Mexico again.  She was beautiful.

Anyway, the mystery regarding my great grandmother has to do with her profession.  She was officially a domestic servant, but there was some whispering that the three brothers found their ladies in a house of ill-repute.  ;)  I don't mind either way, because I think my great grandmother is a cool lady, but I've always wanted to know about this part of her life and why she never returned to Ireland.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on May 19, 2010, 09:22:51 PM
It's also random because it's invariably traced through the male line, which considering the way our DNA gets passed down, really makes no sense to me. Yet the woman were the ones to change their names, so you'll never know if your marrying someone with your own DNA unless your family keeps really good records. (not that it matters in terms of double recessives, etc., I think after second cousins the risk is considered to be about the same as random, but still.. ) I just think this is really intersesting, but I seem to be alone in this.

I'm sorry to geek out on you here but what exactly do you mean by this?  Are you talking about mitochondrial DNA?

I think the sentiment here is that back in the day (before DNA testing) you really had no way of knowing who the biological father really was for anyone.  The mother was a more definate known factor, unless there was some hidden adoption going on.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 19, 2010, 09:26:40 PM
It's also random because it's invariably traced through the male line, which considering the way our DNA gets passed down, really makes no sense to me. Yet the woman were the ones to change their names, so you'll never know if your marrying someone with your own DNA unless your family keeps really good records. (not that it matters in terms of double recessives, etc., I think after second cousins the risk is considered to be about the same as random, but still.. ) I just think this is really intersesting, but I seem to be alone in this.

I'm sorry to geek out on you here but what exactly do you mean by this?  Are you talking about mitochondrial DNA?

I think the sentiment here is that back in the day (before DNA testing) you really had no way of knowing who the biological father really was for anyone.  The mother was a more definate known factor, unless there was some hidden adoption going on.

Oh, I see, the "Mama's baby, Daddy's maybe" approach to genealogy.  :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 19, 2010, 09:26:55 PM
I have to admit, I find the whole concept of genealogy kind of weird and random.

Everyone seems to pick one ancestor and trace down and out (decendants). Oh they may go back, through one person, as far as they can reach, but it's rarely more than one line. But the idea of all my antecedents is more interesting to me, and I can't even imagine the kind of research that would involve.

*snip*

I usually try and find as many relatives as possible.  Genealogy is hard work with usually scarce resources, so IMO it's good to have more information than you strictly need.

I've been researching our genealogy for years.  Specifically on my dad's side, as my mother's side has been pretty thoroughly researched by my mother's cousin (I think), including a trip to Germany.  But my dad's side...ugh.  For at least three generations it was popular to give your firstborn son your name (although my grandparents gave their firstborn son my grandfather's first name as his middle name; my dad did the same with my brother--should make things easier) so unless you have some corroborating dates or a middle name it's really hard to tell which person you're learning about.  Plus his last name, while fairly rare here (except it seems a lot more common in the South), is pretty common in England and Ireland.  As far as I know we don't have any Irish ancestors, but who knows?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kitty-cat on May 19, 2010, 09:28:49 PM
Hey, if we're talking family mysteries, I would like to add my own.

Why did my "father" never want to see me?  He angered my mom so bad that I have a blank spot on my birth certificate.

And, is he really the cause of everything I blame him for: height, shoe size, the fact I started shaving in 3rd grade to avoid the "Gorrila Girl" taunts.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 19, 2010, 09:43:36 PM
It's also random because it's invariably traced through the male line, which considering the way our DNA gets passed down, really makes no sense to me. Yet the woman were the ones to change their names, so you'll never know if your marrying someone with your own DNA unless your family keeps really good records. (not that it matters in terms of double recessives, etc., I think after second cousins the risk is considered to be about the same as random, but still.. ) I just think this is really intersesting, but I seem to be alone in this.

I'm sorry to geek out on you here but what exactly do you mean by this?  Are you talking about mitochondrial DNA?

Yes, it was my understanding that mtDNA is passed intact from mother to child, so tracing back through the maternal line is entirely possible, daughter to mother and so on. Of course, we don't have DNA records from populations hundreds of years ago, so possible != at all likely, though studies have been done where they've taken the DNA of entire isolated towns.

I'm not a science geek (you really don't want to know what a 'science' class is like in an art school :P), you probably know more about this than I do.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 19, 2010, 09:50:13 PM
Blue2000 and Shea - the LDS Church maintains a genealogical website at www.familysearch.org  (http://www.familysearch.org) that contains all if not most of the LDS genealogy records as well as a great many from Europe, many d@ting to the 17th century. You may be able to find things relating to your families there. We found DH's maternal ancestors in Germany back to 1666.

I just rechecked. That is the one that has my family so messed up. However, we non of them are LDS, if that makes a difference.

I'm not saying your information is wrong at all; just be cautious.


They have our family being descendants of my great, great, great, great grandfather's fourth wife, when in fact, we are descended from his third.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: mamakinz on May 19, 2010, 10:10:53 PM
Where is the power cord for my laptop???  We moved in March 2009 -- when I was packing up the living room, I remember that my laptop was plugged in to the wall -- I'm sure I put the charger in the laptop case with the laptop.  But now it is gone -- I have searched every box in the attic and throughout the house -- no power cord.  It is $95 to buy a new one, which  will have to pay since all my genealogy records are on that laptop.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: vorbau on May 19, 2010, 10:16:03 PM
Blue2000 and Shea - the LDS Church maintains a genealogical website at www.familysearch.org  (http://www.familysearch.org) that contains all if not most of the LDS genealogy records as well as a great many from Europe, many d@ting to the 17th century. You may be able to find things relating to your families there. We found DH's maternal ancestors in Germany back to 1666.

I just rechecked. That is the one that has my family so messed up. However, we non of them are LDS, if that makes a difference.

I'm not saying your information is wrong at all; just be cautious.


They have our family being descendants of my great, great, great, great grandfather's fourth wife, when in fact, we are descended from his third.




I should have added, Take their records with a pinch of salt. Or your favorite salt substitute. My ex-MIL, whose hobby is genealogy, says many of their records were just entered wholesale, without regard for accuracy. Their site is useful for European records provided you have an idea what you're looking for - we knew we were looking for records for a particular family, with an unusual surname, in Germany, and another in Denmark, so it worked fairly well for us. That said, however, my work partner's family records were a mess and wildly inaccurate, especially those from the 19th century.

And I have another mystery to add. I wonder who first thought of eating cauliflower? DS asked me this tonight, as I was fixing dinner, which included a cauliflower I was trimming and cutting up. I asked him why he wanted to know. "Because it looks like brains," he said.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: SquishyMooMoo on May 19, 2010, 10:48:41 PM

I should have added, Take their records with a pinch of salt. Or your favorite salt substitute. My ex-MIL, whose hobby is genealogy, says many of their records were just entered wholesale, without regard for accuracy. Their site is useful for European records provided you have an idea what you're looking for - we knew we were looking for records for a particular family, with an unusual surname, in Germany, and another in Denmark, so it worked fairly well for us. That said, however, my work partner's family records were a mess and wildly inaccurate, especially those from the 19th century.

And I have another mystery to add. I wonder who first thought of eating cauliflower? DS asked me this tonight, as I was fixing dinner, which included a cauliflower I was trimming and cutting up. I asked him why he wanted to know. "Because it looks like brains," he said.

Probably someone who had never seen brains, back before realistic anatomical depictions were widespread...
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MNdragonlady on May 19, 2010, 10:55:10 PM
And I have another mystery to add. I wonder who first thought of eating cauliflower? DS asked me this tonight, as I was fixing dinner, which included a cauliflower I was trimming and cutting up. I asked him why he wanted to know. "Because it looks like brains," he said.

I want to know who was the first to try cow's milk (or goat's, or sheep's). Why did they decide to try it? It's what baby cows drink, why do humans drink it, too?

Don't know why, but this has been perplexing me for some time now.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 19, 2010, 10:59:34 PM
.....

And I have another mystery to add. I wonder who first thought of eating cauliflower? DS asked me this tonight, as I was fixing dinner, which included a cauliflower I was trimming and cutting up. I asked him why he wanted to know. "Because it looks like brains," he said.

Another mystery, though not so personal: Whoever had the idea that olives could be edible? They are horribly bitter in their raw state.

As to cauliflower, I've never come across it, but there was a (medievil?) theory that helpful things corresponded to the body. So a plant that looked like the female genitals was considered benificial to females, etc (I'm drawing a blank here -up too late- but there are many examples). Ginseng comes to mind, and mandrake root, but there are others. So maybe cauliflower was first eaten because it looked like BRAAAINS?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 19, 2010, 11:08:04 PM
And I have another mystery to add. I wonder who first thought of eating cauliflower? DS asked me this tonight, as I was fixing dinner, which included a cauliflower I was trimming and cutting up. I asked him why he wanted to know. "Because it looks like brains," he said.

I want to know who was the first to try cow's milk (or goat's, or sheep's). Why did they decide to try it? It's what baby cows drink, why do humans drink it, too?

Don't know why, but this has been perplexing me for some time now.


What's really interesting is that the enzyme for being able to digest milk used to be switched off in humans after infancy, and only remained 'switched on' when dairy animal husbandry became widespead in Europe some (hundreds? thousands?) of years ago (sorry, I have a great memory in some respects, but completely lose it when it comes to numbers :P)

As dairy husbandry never became widespread among certain populations (eg, asians, native americans) the ability to digest milk products is lower than in 'old world' and old world populated areas.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: dawnfire on May 20, 2010, 03:01:00 AM
was my great great grandfather part maori? my grandfather only had a photo of him and many of his maori friends swore he was part maori. There is an unknown scandal with him but we don't know what it was.

who was mil's birthfather? he was out of her life before she was 2, when she was adopted by the man my hubby thought was his biological grandfather. (he married grandmother and adopted her daughter). Was she married to birthfather? I cannot say, this was just after /or in the last days of the war in the pacific in Brisbane. There was still alot of soldiers from all around the world there, so who can say.

What happened to my hubby's honda express moped? It disappeared off our patio one night. It was a daggy bike, a glorified bicycle really. It's top speed was 50km on the flat. It was really a bike with a weedeater engine. It was in showroom condition. When we got it it was about 20 years old and only had testing miles done. It had sat in the back corner of motocycle shop for those 20 years.  I can't see why anyone would want it, it wasn't flash or racy. (here's a link to a piccie of one http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honda_Express   imagine it in orangy read, that was ours)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: bigozzy on May 20, 2010, 03:36:51 AM
Why are my twin boys so hard to get out of bed on school days but up at the crack of dawn weekends and holidays? Please tell me, please.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 20, 2010, 06:15:40 AM
It's also random because it's invariably traced through the male line, which considering the way our DNA gets passed down, really makes no sense to me. Yet the woman were the ones to change their names, so you'll never know if your marrying someone with your own DNA unless your family keeps really good records. (not that it matters in terms of double recessives, etc., I think after second cousins the risk is considered to be about the same as random, but still.. ) I just think this is really intersesting, but I seem to be alone in this.

I'm sorry to geek out on you here but what exactly do you mean by this?  Are you talking about mitochondrial DNA?

Yes, it was my understanding that mtDNA is passed intact from mother to child, so tracing back through the maternal line is entirely possible, daughter to mother and so on. Of course, we don't have DNA records from populations hundreds of years ago, so possible != at all likely, though studies have been done where they've taken the DNA of entire isolated towns.

I'm not a science geek (you really don't want to know what a 'science' class is like in an art school :P), you probably know more about this than I do.

Yes, you are correct about the mtDNA; that's how they came up with mitochondrial Eve (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mitochondrial_Eve).  For some reason, I thought you were suggesting that it would be impossible to trace any lineage through the males.  However, you could trace lineage through males using just the Y chromosome.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 20, 2010, 06:15:52 AM
Another mystery, though not so personal: Whoever had the idea that olives could be edible? They are horribly bitter in their raw state.

I wonder this about any food that has to be processed.  Like cheese.  Who thought it was a good idea to leave fermenting milk around for a while and then eat it.  I'm no cheese expert but I imagine that it gets very bad before it gets to the yummy stage.


As to cauliflower, I've never come across it, but there was a (medievil?) theory that helpful things corresponded to the body. So a plant that looked like the female genitals was considered benificial to females, etc (I'm drawing a blank here -up too late- but there are many examples). Ginseng comes to mind, and mandrake root, but there are others. So maybe cauliflower was first eaten because it looked like BRAAAINS?

*snerk* Has anyone here ever seen horseradish root?   :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on May 20, 2010, 07:06:36 AM
Blue2000 and Shea - the LDS Church maintains a genealogical website at www.familysearch.org  (http://www.familysearch.org) that contains all if not most of the LDS genealogy records as well as a great many from Europe, many d@ting to the 17th century. You may be able to find things relating to your families there. We found DH's maternal ancestors in Germany back to 1666.

Thanks, vorbau!

I searched there for a bit, and couldn't find anything from Dad's family. They are the easiest to search for, and they aren't there. I wonder why?

I tried one of Mother's ancestors and it  hit me - he lived in at least three countries, married in one and had kids in another - no idea which one, and may have changed the spelling of his name several times depending on who was asking. I think I need Mother's records first!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Fliss on May 20, 2010, 08:59:21 AM
Quote
And I have another mystery to add. I wonder who first thought of eating cauliflower? DS asked me this tonight, as I was fixing dinner, which included a cauliflower I was trimming and cutting up. I asked him why he wanted to know. "Because it looks like brains," he said.

They didn't start like that.

The cauliflower is a cabbage that's been selectively bred for that appearance. Rather like a bull terrier and a dobermann. Both are dogs, but they have different looks.

The brassica family is much larger than most people think.

And I've obviously spent far too much time recently organising the winter veggie patch than is good for me.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Enigmatism on May 20, 2010, 09:58:28 AM
Just want to mention that family history is a obsession hobby of mine.

If anyone would like me to try and help with any UK stuff PM me.


We'll now go back to your scheduled thread.  ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 20, 2010, 10:05:49 AM
It's also random because it's invariably traced through the male line, which considering the way our DNA gets passed down, really makes no sense to me. Yet the woman were the ones to change their names, so you'll never know if your marrying someone with your own DNA unless your family keeps really good records. (not that it matters in terms of double recessives, etc., I think after second cousins the risk is considered to be about the same as random, but still.. ) I just think this is really intersesting, but I seem to be alone in this.

I'm sorry to geek out on you here but what exactly do you mean by this?  Are you talking about mitochondrial DNA?

Yes, it was my understanding that mtDNA is passed intact from mother to child, so tracing back through the maternal line is entirely possible, daughter to mother and so on. Of course, we don't have DNA records from populations hundreds of years ago, so possible != at all likely, though studies have been done where they've taken the DNA of entire isolated towns.

I'm not a science geek (you really don't want to know what a 'science' class is like in an art school :P), you probably know more about this than I do.

Yes, you are correct about the mtDNA; that's how they came up with mitochondrial Eve (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mitochondrial_Eve).  For some reason, I thought you were suggesting that it would be impossible to trace any lineage through the males.  However, you could trace lineage through males using just the Y chromosome.

Ah. Yes, I thought it rather random that we trace lineage thru the male line because I was under the assumption that the matrilineal was the only true line of descent, DNA-wise. But I didn't know about tracing the Y chromosone, thank you :)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MizB on May 20, 2010, 10:10:03 AM
I too, am a looser of glasses. Although, I think I know what happened to mine. I was a sophomore/junior (it was the summer between the two) staying pretty much all the time with my then best friend. I took them off to sleep and forgot to put them back on, when I went to look for them they were gone.

However, this "friend" has stolen before and was always begging to wear my glasses, so I don't know how much of a mystery that is. They  also could have been thrown away in the trash.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Queen of Clubs on May 20, 2010, 01:01:31 PM
Oops, sorry.   I used to live in a duplex and people would ring my doorbell asking if I knew where the other tenants were.


Twice now I've had people knocking on my door asking if the upstairs tenant is in or asking when I last saw him.  Do they honestly think I keep track of him?  I can't even see his front door from my front door.

Hey, if we're talking family mysteries, I would like to add my own.

Why did my "father" never want to see me?  He angered my mom so bad that I have a blank spot on my birth certificate.

And, is he really the cause of everything I blame him for: height, shoe size, the fact I started shaving in 3rd grade to avoid the "Gorrila Girl" taunts.

I don't remember meeting my father either.  He left when I was 3 months old, and that was it - he didn't even bother to pay the child maintenance.  I tend to think that he was too immature to be a father then.

One of my family's mysteries: when my uncle was a child, he went to go downstairs (in the family home) and he saw a clown standing at the bottom of the stairs, laughing at him.  Who was the clown?  None of my relatives had clown outfits and only his immediate family was in the house.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 20, 2010, 01:12:42 PM

 that he was too immature to be a father then.

One of my family's mysteries: when my uncle was a child, he went to go downstairs (in the family home) and he saw a clown standing at the bottom of the stairs, laughing at him.

This is frightening. :o
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shea on May 20, 2010, 01:18:41 PM
Another familial thing, this time on my father's side. His side of the family is almost entirely Scottish, and we know almost everyone's immigration stories, except one branch. What records we have indicate that they left Scotland in a wee bit of a hurry in 1716. And by "left in a hurry" I mean "ran like heck for Canada". The early 18th century was of course a rather turbulent time in Scotland, and I'd love to know if their departure had anything to do with the Jacobite Risings.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kingsrings on May 20, 2010, 03:29:00 PM
Some time ago when I was moving to a new place and going through my huge box of accumulated books and magazines, I came across an end of the year issue of Playgirl from 1978. Gross. To this day, I have no idea how it came into my possession or how it got into the box. I didn’t recall every seeing it before, and esp. being such an old issue, where did it come from?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MeeLee on May 20, 2010, 03:48:00 PM

 

One of my family's mysteries: when my uncle was a child, he went to go downstairs (in the family home) and he saw a clown standing at the bottom of the stairs, laughing at him.

This is frightening. :o

That story gives me the heebie jeebies.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 20, 2010, 03:49:37 PM
Some time ago when I was moving to a new place and going through my huge box of accumulated books and magazines, I came across an end of the year issue of Playgirl from 1978. Gross. To this day, I have no idea how it came into my possession or how it got into the box. I didn’t recall every seeing it before, and esp. being such an old issue, where did it come from?

No surpizes if it was my SO. Not that he buys girly mags, but that he cannot resist a flea-market/yard sale. The last time I moved I came across a box of Tiger Beat and other teen mags from the 60's and 70's.  Oy.  ::)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Queen of Clubs on May 20, 2010, 04:49:15 PM

 

One of my family's mysteries: when my uncle was a child, he went to go downstairs (in the family home) and he saw a clown standing at the bottom of the stairs, laughing at him.

This is frightening. :o

That story gives me the heebie jeebies.

Actually, I wish I hadn't posted it now as it's giving *me* the heeby jeebies thinking about it again.  I'm so glad I don't have any stairs!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ladymaureen on May 20, 2010, 06:34:27 PM
Re: the cauliflower root and the "this looks like that so it must be good for that": the term is Law of Similarities.

About the milk/cheese thing (who thought it was a good idea to begin with): I've wondered the same thing about cassava root, which is poisonous unprocessed, and puffer fish (which are poisonous unless you cut them up just right).

And the exact opposite thing: People thought tomatoes were poisonous for many years, even though they're not. I've heard that their leaves are poisonous, and so the fruit got the reputation of being poisonous.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Giggity on May 20, 2010, 06:37:18 PM
One of my family's mysteries: when my uncle was a child, he went to go downstairs (in the family home) and he saw a clown standing at the bottom of the stairs, laughing at him.  Who was the clown?  None of my relatives had clown outfits and only his immediate family was in the house.

(http://www.thedevilsdemons.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/killer_klown.jpg)

If it was a clown like this, Uncle Beauregard is lucky to be alive!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Giggity on May 20, 2010, 06:40:03 PM
Another familial thing, this time on my father's side. His side of the family is almost entirely Scottish, and we know almost everyone's immigration stories, except one branch. What records we have indicate that they left Scotland in a wee bit of a hurry in 1716. And by "left in a hurry" I mean "ran like heck for Canada". The early 18th century was of course a rather turbulent time in Scotland, and I'd love to know if their departure had anything to do with the Jacobite Risings.

It's a distinct possibility ... wouldn't it be cool to find out that Clan Shea was part of the Fifteen?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MizB on May 20, 2010, 06:50:39 PM
What year was my grandmother born? 

No written records exist, except for an entry (in pencil) in her father's Bible, which disappeared from our family possessions long before I came along.  The pencil entry, which my aunt remembers having seen, was erased and rewritten a couple of times.

She claimed to have been born in 1906.  But when I was small, I remember her reciting the "Monday's child" poem with me, and telling me every time what day of the week she was born on.

That day didn't fall on her birthday in 1906.



Same thing with my mom's mom. She kept fudging her age to all whom asked and the one document we have w/ her birthday on it could read one of two numbers. Also, we are pretty sure we FINALLY figured out what her real name was. There were several variations as to what she said it was and we think we got that sorted out.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kimblee on May 20, 2010, 06:55:43 PM
One of my family's mysteries: when my uncle was a child, he went to go downstairs (in the family home) and he saw a clown standing at the bottom of the stairs, laughing at him.  Who was the clown?  None of my relatives had clown outfits and only his immediate family was in the house.

(http://www.thedevilsdemons.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/killer_klown.jpg)

If it was a clown like this, Uncle Beauregard is lucky to be alive!

you. are. a. sick. puppy.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Giggity on May 20, 2010, 06:56:43 PM
You say that like it's a bad thing!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shea on May 20, 2010, 07:04:59 PM
Another familial thing, this time on my father's side. His side of the family is almost entirely Scottish, and we know almost everyone's immigration stories, except one branch. What records we have indicate that they left Scotland in a wee bit of a hurry in 1716. And by "left in a hurry" I mean "ran like heck for Canada". The early 18th century was of course a rather turbulent time in Scotland, and I'd love to know if their departure had anything to do with the Jacobite Risings.

It's a distinct possibility ... wouldn't it be cool to find out that Clan Shea was part of the Fifteen?

I would be extremely proud ;D. We're Clan Gregor and therefore do have various other rebellious/trouble-causing elements in the family tree. Cattle rustling, participation in various armed shenanigans and that sort of thing.

I know a lot about most of that side of the family, which is why I'm so interested in that particular missing bit.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 20, 2010, 07:16:34 PM
One of my family's mysteries: when my uncle was a child, he went to go downstairs (in the family home) and he saw a clown standing at the bottom of the stairs, laughing at him.  Who was the clown?  None of my relatives had clown outfits and only his immediate family was in the house.

(http://www.thedevilsdemons.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/killer_klown.jpg)

If it was a clown like this, Uncle Beauregard is lucky to be alive!

Now, was that absolutely neccessary? ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Amava on May 20, 2010, 07:19:15 PM
Don't spring that thing on me like that!! *hides behind her dog*
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: sbtier on May 20, 2010, 07:32:19 PM
What year was my grandmother born? 

No written records exist, except for an entry (in pencil) in her father's Bible, which disappeared from our family possessions long before I came along.  The pencil entry, which my aunt remembers having seen, was erased and rewritten a couple of times.

She claimed to have been born in 1906.  But when I was small, I remember her reciting the "Monday's child" poem with me, and telling me every time what day of the week she was born on.

That day didn't fall on her birthday in 1906.


There was a mystery about my grandmother's year of birth as well, either 1896 or 1897, but the date she was born was known.  The legend was she was born on Thanksgiving, so she assumed 1897, when the date was on Thanksgiving, but she really didn't know for sure.  She was either 102 or 103 when she died in 2000.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LadyClaire on May 20, 2010, 07:37:07 PM

Hey, if we're talking family mysteries, I would like to add my own.

Why did my "father" never want to see me?  He angered my mom so bad that I have a blank spot on my birth certificate.

And, is he really the cause of everything I blame him for: height, shoe size, the fact I started shaving in 3rd grade to avoid the "Gorrila Girl" taunts.

I don't remember meeting my father either.  He left when I was 3 months old, and that was it - he didn't even bother to pay the child maintenance.  I tend to think that he was too immature to be a father then.

One of my family's mysteries: when my uncle was a child, he went to go downstairs (in the family home) and he saw a clown standing at the bottom of the stairs, laughing at him.  Who was the clown?  None of my relatives had clown outfits and only his immediate family was in the house.


My FBIL has a daughter he hasn't seen since she was a baby. His girlfriend got pregnant at 18, and decided that she wanted nothing to do with him. She told him she didn't want child support or anything..just for him to leave them alone.

She'd be about 13 years old, now. I sometimes wonder if she'll ever try to track him down, when she gets older, or what her mother has told her about him. I have no idea if he has any desire to find her, since he's never once mentioned her. I only know about her because DF told me about it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LadyClaire on May 20, 2010, 07:53:39 PM
All this talk of family genealogy is fascinating to me.

I can't really trace much of either side of my family. My mother's family is originally from Cyprus. There aren't really any records that were kept, and anything that was kept was lost when Cyprus was divided between the Greeks and the Turks. My mother's family is Turkish, and were evicted from their homes when the island was divided because the side they lived on became the Greek side. Eventually they did get their homes back, but by that point a lot had been lost. The island was occupied by so many different countries that there's really no telling what blood is mixed into my family. My great-aunts got their looks from somewhere. One has red hair and green eyes, and the other is a blue-eyed blonde.

It is suspected that my great-grandfather was not Turkish at all, but was a Greek who lied and said he was Turkish to escape the heavy taxes being placed on the Greeks who lived on the island. His family name is very much a Greek name, not a Turkish one.

As for my father's side, there were also not many records kept. They think they came from Ireland, or possibly Scotland originally, but that's about it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 20, 2010, 07:57:47 PM
Speaking of genealogy, there is a minor mystery I've wondered about for years.

My family name is Gunderson. My father is of 100% Norwegian extraction (my mother is both Norwegian and Swedish). The original spelling of our name was apparently Gundersen, but no one is quite sure when it changed. My father had boxes and boxes of old records and papers that he kept stored in his basement office of the house I grew up in; when he and Mom sold the house in 1992 after living there 28 years, she finally asked him to go through them. He found documents that predated his grandfather (who spelled his name with an O) that spelled the name with an E. There was nothing in there to indicate when or why the spelling was changed.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kareng57 on May 20, 2010, 08:22:19 PM
And I have another mystery to add. I wonder who first thought of eating cauliflower? DS asked me this tonight, as I was fixing dinner, which included a cauliflower I was trimming and cutting up. I asked him why he wanted to know. "Because it looks like brains," he said.

I want to know who was the first to try cow's milk (or goat's, or sheep's). Why did they decide to try it? It's what baby cows drink, why do humans drink it, too?

Don't know why, but this has been perplexing me for some time now.


What's really interesting is that the enzyme for being able to digest milk used to be switched off in humans after infancy, and only remained 'switched on' when dairy animal husbandry became widespead in Europe some (hundreds? thousands?) of years ago (sorry, I have a great memory in some respects, but completely lose it when it comes to numbers :P)

As dairy husbandry never became widespread among certain populations (eg, asians, native americans) the ability to digest milk products is lower than in 'old world' and old world populated areas.


I believe that's the exact reason.  It's not that cow's milk is the species most closely resembling human milk - apparently donkey's milk is closer - but that cows were the easiest to herd and maintain.  There's also goat's milk - which was sometimes used in an emergency for orphaned newborns - but of course you just don't get the kind of quantity from goats that you would from cows.

I too have no idea who decided, or when they decided, that it was a good idea for older children (past weaning age) and adults to consume cow's milk.  As you've posted above, many populations have done very nicely for centuries without consuming it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: finecabernet on May 20, 2010, 08:25:46 PM
Here's one for you. My father passed away in 1999. He was completely obsessed with playing tennis, and all of the guys in the family played it too when they stayed in our house at a New Jersey beach. After he died, they continued to play but it dropped off after a while since everyone got older. I don't think anyone in the family has played tennis in five or six years.

Except...whenever my brother and sister-in-law visit the house, their dogs keep finding tennis balls. We KNOW there couldn't have been anymore in the house because last year we got new rugs, and any stray ones would have been found and thrown out. Yet they keep turning up, as recently as last summer (months after we got the new rugs).
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 20, 2010, 08:29:37 PM
Finecabernet's post reminded me of the reappearing earring.

My glasses were never found in 8th grade, but when I was 17, a missing earring turned up. My parents gave me a pair of diamond stud earrings when I was 16. One of them must have come out when I was sleeping one night, and I wasn't able to find it. I took off the bedding, searched the mattress, the floors by the baseboards, everywhere it could have slipped, but couldn't find it. More than a year later, I walked into my bedroom to find it right in the middle of the floor.

I wonder where it had been hiding and why it turned up in the middle of the floor - a floor that had been vacuumed many times in the interim. There are a number of possibilities, but I wondered about it for years.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 20, 2010, 08:43:36 PM
And I have another mystery to add. I wonder who first thought of eating cauliflower? DS asked me this tonight, as I was fixing dinner, which included a cauliflower I was trimming and cutting up. I asked him why he wanted to know. "Because it looks like brains," he said.

I want to know who was the first to try cow's milk (or goat's, or sheep's). Why did they decide to try it? It's what baby cows drink, why do humans drink it, too?

Don't know why, but this has been perplexing me for some time now.


What's really interesting is that the enzyme for being able to digest milk used to be switched off in humans after infancy, and only remained 'switched on' when dairy animal husbandry became widespead in Europe some (hundreds? thousands?) of years ago (sorry, I have a great memory in some respects, but completely lose it when it comes to numbers :P)

As dairy husbandry never became widespread among certain populations (eg, asians, native americans) the ability to digest milk products is lower than in 'old world' and old world populated areas.


I believe that's the exact reason.  It's not that cow's milk is the species most closely resembling human milk - apparently donkey's milk is closer - but that cows were the easiest to herd and maintain.  There's also goat's milk - which was sometimes used in an emergency for orphaned newborns - but of course you just don't get the kind of quantity from goats that you would from cows.

I too have no idea who decided, or when they decided, that it was a good idea for older children (past weaning age) and adults to consume cow's milk.  As you've posted above, many populations have done very nicely for centuries without consuming it.

Well, it was pretty awesome to have a managable source of animal protien handy. OTOH, populations which never kept dairy animals have a much lower incidence of osteoporosis because, apparently, the body absorbs calcium much better from leafy greens that it ever does from dairy products.

I think humans have always followed the animals in 'what to eat'. If it's good for kids, it's good for kids :) (I think goats actually were the first herded animals, but I'm not 100%) And if you see the birds eating the berries, you might think it's a good risk to try it. But I don't think even birds eat olives, or maybe I'm wrong?

The real miracle is grasses. Sunlight + a few elements = nutrition, that's pretty amazing.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MNdragonlady on May 20, 2010, 08:44:59 PM
I want to know who was the first to try cow's milk (or goat's, or sheep's). Why did they decide to try it? It's what baby cows drink, why do humans drink it, too?

Don't know why, but this has been perplexing me for some time now.

What's really interesting is that the enzyme for being able to digest milk used to be switched off in humans after infancy, and only remained 'switched on' when dairy animal husbandry became widespead in Europe some (hundreds? thousands?) of years ago (sorry, I have a great memory in some respects, but completely lose it when it comes to numbers :P)

As dairy husbandry never became widespread among certain populations (eg, asians, native americans) the ability to digest milk products is lower than in 'old world' and old world populated areas.

I believe that's the exact reason.  It's not that cow's milk is the species most closely resembling human milk - apparently donkey's milk is closer - but that cows were the easiest to herd and maintain.  There's also goat's milk - which was sometimes used in an emergency for orphaned newborns - but of course you just don't get the kind of quantity from goats that you would from cows.

I too have no idea who decided, or when they decided, that it was a good idea for older children (past weaning age) and adults to consume cow's milk.  As you've posted above, many populations have done very nicely for centuries without consuming it.

Now these are all things I did not know, although it all makes so much sense. Thanks for the help. :)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 20, 2010, 08:49:00 PM
I want to know who was the first to try cow's milk (or goat's, or sheep's). Why did they decide to try it? It's what baby cows drink, why do humans drink it, too?

Don't know why, but this has been perplexing me for some time now.

What's really interesting is that the enzyme for being able to digest milk used to be switched off in humans after infancy, and only remained 'switched on' when dairy animal husbandry became widespead in Europe some (hundreds? thousands?) of years ago (sorry, I have a great memory in some respects, but completely lose it when it comes to numbers :P)

As dairy husbandry never became widespread among certain populations (eg, asians, native americans) the ability to digest milk products is lower than in 'old world' and old world populated areas.

I believe that's the exact reason.  It's not that cow's milk is the species most closely resembling human milk - apparently donkey's milk is closer - but that cows were the easiest to herd and maintain.  There's also goat's milk - which was sometimes used in an emergency for orphaned newborns - but of course you just don't get the kind of quantity from goats that you would from cows.

I too have no idea who decided, or when they decided, that it was a good idea for older children (past weaning age) and adults to consume cow's milk.  As you've posted above, many populations have done very nicely for centuries without consuming it.

Now these are all things I did not know, although it all makes so much sense. Thanks for the help. :)

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No problem. I think 90% of what I know about this stuff I learned from Michael Pollan :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Chickadee on May 20, 2010, 08:53:25 PM
Where do my salad forks go to?  And why do I have so many butter knives?  Are the forks converting to butter knives in secret?

Alida, I have no idea where your salad forks are, but now I know why my butter knives are missing! On occasion I will see DH aimlessly wandering around with a butter knife in his hand. I watch him, but I never see him let go of the knife. Out of 16 knives, I now have 10. Can I pretty please have my butter knives back?  ;) And I promise, I will watch to see if he is ever wandering around with a salad fork that is not my pattern!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: wolfie on May 20, 2010, 09:07:35 PM
Re: the cauliflower root and the "this looks like that so it must be good for that": the term is Law of Similarities.

About the milk/cheese thing (who thought it was a good idea to begin with): I've wondered the same thing about cassava root, which is poisonous unprocessed, and puffer fish (which are poisonous unless you cut them up just right).

And the exact opposite thing: People thought tomatoes were poisonous for many years, even though they're not. I've heard that their leaves are poisonous, and so the fruit got the reputation of being poisonous.

I wonder that too! Who looked at a poisonous fish and decided to see if part of it was edible?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on May 20, 2010, 09:56:06 PM
Another familial thing, this time on my father's side. His side of the family is almost entirely Scottish, and we know almost everyone's immigration stories, except one branch. What records we have indicate that they left Scotland in a wee bit of a hurry in 1716. And by "left in a hurry" I mean "ran like heck for Canada". The early 18th century was of course a rather turbulent time in Scotland, and I'd love to know if their departure had anything to do with the Jacobite Risings.

It's a distinct possibility ... wouldn't it be cool to find out that Clan Shea was part of the Fifteen?

I just looked up the Jacobite Risings on Wikipedia.

I did NOT know William the Orange hijacked the throne.  He's one of my ancestors on my mum's side.

I shouldn't find that awesome, should I?  ;D

(My mum's family comes from a Scottish noble family, Nickles.  My mum's side is well documented for genealogy  ;) )

Thread may now return to its previous subject.  :)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aiki on May 20, 2010, 10:31:14 PM
Re: the cauliflower root and the "this looks like that so it must be good for that": the term is Law of Similarities.

About the milk/cheese thing (who thought it was a good idea to begin with): I've wondered the same thing about cassava root, which is poisonous unprocessed, and puffer fish (which are poisonous unless you cut them up just right).

And the exact opposite thing: People thought tomatoes were poisonous for many years, even though they're not. I've heard that their leaves are poisonous, and so the fruit got the reputation of being poisonous.

I wonder that too! Who looked at a poisonous fish and decided to see if part of it was edible?

And once you've found the answer to that one, try explaining hakárl, which is apparantly "the flesh of a huge Greenland shark hunted for the commercial value of its liver oil. The flesh which contains cyanic acid, a lethal poison, was rendered edible by leaving it buried in the ground for weeks until it rotted"  How desperate would you have had to be to be the first person to try the rotten, poisonous shark?
 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: M-theory on May 20, 2010, 10:39:42 PM
And once you've found the answer to that one, try explaining hakárl, which is apparantly "the flesh of a huge Greenland shark hunted for the commercial value of its liver oil. The flesh which contains cyanic acid, a lethal poison, was rendered edible by leaving it buried in the ground for weeks until it rotted"  How desperate would you have had to be to be the first person to try the rotten, poisonous shark?

Wasn't there some celebrity chef exotic food duel featuring that where one of the duelists puked on camera after trying it?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Truluv86 on May 20, 2010, 10:42:41 PM
I was sitting at a fast food resterant today. All of a sudden the tables started shaking?

earthquake?

in Ohio?

maybe?

Not unusual in western Ohio ;).  I felt one when I lived in Cleveland, even.

http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/states/ohio/history.php

I live a little more than 80 miles North of Dayton and I didn't feel an earthquake. I've lived here for 24 years and I've never felt one here. My parents have once or twice though, a very long tome ago.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aiki on May 20, 2010, 11:11:14 PM
And once you've found the answer to that one, try explaining hakárl, which is apparantly "the flesh of a huge Greenland shark hunted for the commercial value of its liver oil. The flesh which contains cyanic acid, a lethal poison, was rendered edible by leaving it buried in the ground for weeks until it rotted"  How desperate would you have had to be to be the first person to try the rotten, poisonous shark?

Wasn't there some celebrity chef exotic food duel featuring that where one of the duelists puked on camera after trying it?

Gordon Ramsay vs James May, according to Wikipedia. Gordon tossed his cookies fermented shark, James was unimpressed.  
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Zenith on May 20, 2010, 11:31:32 PM
I think I have found and answer to one of my own little mysteries.

A few months ago I noticed I was low on panties so I bought some more. Fast forward a few weeks and I've lost them all. Completely bewildered I bought more and then they also vanished. I accuse the dog and the washing machine of eating them and look everywhere and find nothing. Panties keep going missing.

Stumped I literally start tracking my panties from when I take them off, to the washing machine, to the line and back to my underwear draw. The missing panties slow down in vanishing but don't stop.

Well, last night when I had a shower, I stripped in my bedroom and left my clothes there while I had a shower. When I come back my cat has wrapped herself in my underwear, purring loudly and when she sees me she bolts under the house, still wrapped in my panties. (I have a cat flap in the floor in my room that goes directly under the house)

I just got back all cobwebby from crawling under the house, I can now confidently report I've found the El Dorado of knickers. Jeez. Guess some apologies to the dog and the washing machine are in order.

Another mystery is where in all heck do my screwdrivers go?. I grab one, use it, put it down and it goes poof. Every. single. time. Same with drill bits. I use the good quality stuff so it's getting expensive to replace them and they are not in the cat's little treasure trove. I suspect gremlins because this has been happening before I had the cat and dog.

Oh and whoever keeps losing butter knives, I think the black hole for them empties into my kitchen as I certainly didn't buy the two dozen of them that are now in the cutlery draw. I don't recognize them at all and neither does my flatmate. We had 10 between us when we moved in and we don't entertain so nobody left them behind.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aventurine on May 20, 2010, 11:59:34 PM
I can now confidently report I've found the El Dorado of knickers.

Funniest thing I've seen all day.

 ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LadyClaire on May 21, 2010, 06:46:45 AM
I think I have found and answer to one of my own little mysteries.

A few months ago I noticed I was low on panties so I bought some more. Fast forward a few weeks and I've lost them all. Completely bewildered I bought more and then they also vanished. I accuse the dog and the washing machine of eating them and look everywhere and find nothing. Panties keep going missing.

Stumped I literally start tracking my panties from when I take them off, to the washing machine, to the line and back to my underwear draw. The missing panties slow down in vanishing but don't stop.

Well, last night when I had a shower, I stripped in my bedroom and left my clothes there while I had a shower. When I come back my cat has wrapped herself in my underwear, purring loudly and when she sees me she bolts under the house, still wrapped in my panties. (I have a cat flap in the floor in my room that goes directly under the house)

I just got back all cobwebby from crawling under the house, I can now confidently report I've found the El Dorado of knickers. Jeez. Guess some apologies to the dog and the washing machine are in order.


Y'know, it's a really good thing you discovered that before something needed repairing and involved the repairman going into the crawlspace.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Giggity on May 21, 2010, 08:47:57 AM
Zenith, I just laughed so hard, I woke the kittens.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Queen of Clubs on May 21, 2010, 12:00:22 PM
One of my family's mysteries: when my uncle was a child, he went to go downstairs (in the family home) and he saw a clown standing at the bottom of the stairs, laughing at him.  Who was the clown?  None of my relatives had clown outfits and only his immediate family was in the house.

If it was a clown like this, Uncle Beauregard is lucky to be alive!

:o  I have no idea what the clown looked like and I really, really don't want to know. ::looks at picture and shudders::
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Queen of Clubs on May 21, 2010, 12:04:06 PM
I think I have found and answer to one of my own little mysteries.

A few months ago I noticed I was low on panties so I bought some more. Fast forward a few weeks and I've lost them all. Completely bewildered I bought more and then they also vanished. I accuse the dog and the washing machine of eating them and look everywhere and find nothing. Panties keep going missing.

Stumped I literally start tracking my panties from when I take them off, to the washing machine, to the line and back to my underwear draw. The missing panties slow down in vanishing but don't stop.

I love how you played knicker detective to try to save your remaining knickers!  The best bit though was your cat bolting while wearing your knickers.  It's priceless!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on May 21, 2010, 12:43:51 PM
DH is fond of saying, "I wonder who was the first person to eat a lobster?"

I don't think that one's hard at all. Somebody really, really hungry who didn't catch anything else in his net, and was desperate enough to boil it and see what happened.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 21, 2010, 12:51:53 PM
DH is fond of saying, "I wonder who was the first person to eat a lobster?"


Mikey!  He'll eat anything. ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kitty-cat on May 21, 2010, 12:57:53 PM
I want to know who was the first person to eat a mushroom and live. The wild ones more often than not make you sick/dead, don't they? Who decided to eat them again after watching people die from eating mushrooms?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shea on May 21, 2010, 01:15:13 PM
It's not so much that most mushrooms are poisonous, it's that very often the poisonous and the edible varieties look so much alike that it takes an expert to tell which one makes a nice omelet and which one will shut down your kidneys.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 21, 2010, 03:13:12 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

Nothing freaks me out.

Until now.

You should have seen him... He was very striking. Even over a decad later I can still picture him perfectly in my mind.

According to Supernatural, his name is Azazel, and boy are you lucky he was so kind to you  ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on May 21, 2010, 03:15:56 PM
What year was my grandmother born? 

No written records exist, except for an entry (in pencil) in her father's Bible, which disappeared from our family possessions long before I came along.  The pencil entry, which my aunt remembers having seen, was erased and rewritten a couple of times.

She claimed to have been born in 1906.  But when I was small, I remember her reciting the "Monday's child" poem with me, and telling me every time what day of the week she was born on.

That day didn't fall on her birthday in 1906.


There was a mystery about my grandmother's year of birth as well, either 1896 or 1897, but the date she was born was known.  The legend was she was born on Thanksgiving, so she assumed 1897, when the date was on Thanksgiving, but she really didn't know for sure.  She was either 102 or 103 when she died in 2000.

Maybe she had relatives like mine.

My Mother says that I was her Mother's Day present - I was due on May the 12th, which was Mother's Day of that year. I was born two days late. And that I am a Monday's Child.

Problem 1) Mother's Day wasn't on the 12th of that year.
Problem 2) Mother's day is always on a Sunday. Monday can't possibly be two days after Sunday, no matter what year it is.
Problem 3) According to the calendar, I was born on a Wednesday. Which would have been three days after Sunday, not two.

So I was supposed to be a Mother's day present, and a Monday's Child. But I am actually not either of those things.

It is a really good thing I have a birth certificate to refer to.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kimblee on May 21, 2010, 03:18:28 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

Nothing freaks me out.

Until now.

You should have seen him... He was very striking. Even over a decad later I can still picture him perfectly in my mind.

According to Supernatural, his name is Azazel, and boy are you lucky he was so kind to you  ;)

I wish I had watched that show when it started, it sounds facinating, but now I have no clue waht's going on.

Oh wait... My yellow eyed dude has a name? And why am I lucky? I'm curious now.

And more importantly, should i have eaten the sucker?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 21, 2010, 03:27:52 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

Nothing freaks me out.

Until now.

You should have seen him... He was very striking. Even over a decad later I can still picture him perfectly in my mind.

According to Supernatural, his name is Azazel, and boy are you lucky he was so kind to you  ;)

I wish I had watched that show when it started, it sounds facinating, but now I have no clue waht's going on.

Oh wait... My yellow eyed dude has a name? And why am I lucky? I'm curious now.

And more importantly, should i have eaten the sucker?

Azazel is a demon from Jewish lore who is considered to be responsible for teaching humans warfare, and human women the "art of deception" by showing them makeup, hair dyeing, etc.  He has a ritual around the Day of Atonement that uses two goats, one of which is decked out in emulets and set loose in the desert (where Azazel lives) to take the sins back from whence they came (Azazel).  In Supernatural, he's in human form, and his human form is distinctive because of his yellow eyes.  I think they just did that to make him more dramatic (by the way, I'm sorry if I came across as literal, I was joking, but maybe that wasn't appropriate, I'm really sorry  :-[).  And no, don't eat the sucker, because Azazel (Supernatural Azazel) liked to feed human children his blood so he could use them as his weapons/minions when the End of Days finally came  :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on May 21, 2010, 03:29:34 PM
According to Supernatural, his name is Azazel, and boy are you lucky he was so kind to you  ;)

I wish I had watched that show when it started, it sounds facinating, but now I have no clue waht's going on.

Oh wait... My yellow eyed dude has a name? And why am I lucky? I'm curious now.

And more importantly, should i have eaten the sucker?

Yes.  He likes to recruit children when they're young.  And no, it probably had demon's blood in it, but hey!  You might have gotten some sweet psychic abilities out of it!

Actually, this reminds me more of Hearts in Atlantis for some reason.  I don't even remember much of the book, so I don't know why.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kimblee on May 21, 2010, 03:30:41 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

Nothing freaks me out.

Until now.

You should have seen him... He was very striking. Even over a decad later I can still picture him perfectly in my mind.

According to Supernatural, his name is Azazel, and boy are you lucky he was so kind to you  ;)

I wish I had watched that show when it started, it sounds facinating, but now I have no clue waht's going on.

Oh wait... My yellow eyed dude has a name? And why am I lucky? I'm curious now.

And more importantly, should i have eaten the sucker?

Azazel is a demon from Jewish lore who is considered to be responsible for teaching humans warfare, and human women the "art of deception" by showing them makeup, hair dyeing, etc.  He has a ritual around the Day of Atonement that uses two goats, one of which is decked out in emulets and set loose in the desert (where Azazel lives) to take the sins back from whence they came (Azazel).  In Supernatural, he's in human form, and his human form is distinctive because of his yellow eyes.  I think they just did that to make him more dramatic (by the way, I'm sorry if I came across as literal, I was joking, but maybe that wasn't appropriate, I'm really sorry  :-[).  And no, don't eat the sucker, because Azazel (Supernatural Azazel) liked to feed human children his blood so he could use them as his weapons/minions when the End of Days finally came  :P

No, I didn't take it literally.  ;D Having fun and playing around. lol

mmmmm blood sucker... lol
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 21, 2010, 03:45:09 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.

When I was little (maybe 7 or 8?) I was sitting on the curb in front of our house, basically just people watching. I was just plain bored. There was a man in a long brown coat walking up and down the street, looking confused, and he eventually came over to me and crouched down (to my eye level). He had yellow eyes... Not the white part, the iris was kinda a dark yellow color. I've never seen anyone else with that shade of eyes. I remember wondering if I should go inside to my parents, but there were lots of people around, so I didn't. First he asked me where my coat was, and why I wasn't wearing one. I told him I wasn't cold and he nodded. then he asked me where Miss Tammie lived (name changed of course) and I pointed the house out. He smiled and patted me on the head and gave me a sucker, then stood up and walked into Miss Tammie's house, without knocking or unlocking the door. he just opened it. We did NOT live in an area that people kept their doors unlocked either. I went back to watching the street, and didn't bother to eat the sucker.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow the ambulance came to the house, and they brought Miss Tammie out all covered up. (which I later realized must have meant she was dead, but it didn't occur to me at the time.) And that darned man walked out of the house, past the paramedics without anyone acknowledging him, waved at me and walked off down the street. I didn't think much of it, but later asked a bunch of neighbors if they knew who he was. Despite all of them having been gathered to watch Miss Tammie come out of the house (because that was a nosy neighborhood) NO ONE saw the man. And they claimed no one had come over to talk to me, because if they had, they 9the neighbors) would have run him off for talking to a little girl alone.

I still wonder who the heck that was... I ought o add this experience to a book, it was really weird.

Nothing freaks me out.

Until now.

You should have seen him... He was very striking. Even over a decad later I can still picture him perfectly in my mind.

According to Supernatural, his name is Azazel, and boy are you lucky he was so kind to you  ;)

I wish I had watched that show when it started, it sounds facinating, but now I have no clue waht's going on.

Oh wait... My yellow eyed dude has a name? And why am I lucky? I'm curious now.

And more importantly, should i have eaten the sucker?

Azazel is a demon from Jewish lore who is considered to be responsible for teaching humans warfare, and human women the "art of deception" by showing them makeup, hair dyeing, etc.  He has a ritual around the Day of Atonement that uses two goats, one of which is decked out in emulets and set loose in the desert (where Azazel lives) to take the sins back from whence they came (Azazel).  In Supernatural, he's in human form, and his human form is distinctive because of his yellow eyes.  I think they just did that to make him more dramatic (by the way, I'm sorry if I came across as literal, I was joking, but maybe that wasn't appropriate, I'm really sorry  :-[).  And no, don't eat the sucker, because Azazel (Supernatural Azazel) liked to feed human children his blood so he could use them as his weapons/minions when the End of Days finally came  :P

No, I didn't take it literally.  ;D Having fun and playing around. lol

mmmmm blood sucker... lol

Oh whew, thanks!  Haha, I was worried that maybe you were taking my word for it and I was thinking, "crap crap crap, I just watch too much TV!" But oh yeah, blood suckers = gross, but sweet super powers  :P.  Either way, yours is hands down the best supernatural encounter story I've ever heard!  ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Melxb on May 21, 2010, 04:01:49 PM
Speaking of cat and underwear stories---my cat Lola went through a period where she fell asleep on a whole clean basket full of my cotton underwear.  I left her there and let her sleep on them for as long as she wanted to....and then washed, re-washed, and then re-re-washed the entire load after she started sleeping somewhere else a few weeks later.  I didn't have the heart to move her and I really didn't want to throw away almost all of my comfy cotton underwear.  So my confession is just that--after washing that underwear 3 times I kept them all.  :)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 21, 2010, 04:34:13 PM
According to Supernatural, his name is Azazel, and boy are you lucky he was so kind to you  ;)

I wish I had watched that show when it started, it sounds facinating, but now I have no clue waht's going on.

Oh wait... My yellow eyed dude has a name? And why am I lucky? I'm curious now.

And more importantly, should i have eaten the sucker?

Yes.  He likes to recruit children when they're young.  And no, it probably had demon's blood in it, but hey!  You might have gotten some sweet psychic abilities out of it!

Actually, this reminds me more of Hearts in Atlantis for some reason.  I don't even remember much of the book, so I don't know why.

It reminded me of Insomnia, where only Ralph (and later Lois, and the weird guy--Meryl?) sees the little doctors (Clotho and Lachesis?) going around and snipping people's lifelines.  There was a third doctor who would snip the lifelines of random people or something like that. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MizB on May 21, 2010, 05:15:16 PM
According to Supernatural, his name is Azazel, and boy are you lucky he was so kind to you  ;)

I wish I had watched that show when it started, it sounds facinating, but now I have no clue waht's going on.

Oh wait... My yellow eyed dude has a name? And why am I lucky? I'm curious now.

And more importantly, should i have eaten the sucker?

Yes.  He likes to recruit children when they're young.  And no, it probably had demon's blood in it, but hey!  You might have gotten some sweet psychic abilities out of it!

Actually, this reminds me more of Hearts in Atlantis for some reason.  I don't even remember much of the book, so I don't know why.

It reminded me of Insomnia, where only Ralph (and later Lois, and the weird guy--Meryl?) sees the little doctors (Clotho and Lachesis?) going around and snipping people's lifelines.  There was a third doctor who would snip the lifelines of random people or something like that. 

According to Stephen King, they are both the same theme. The doctors, though, aren't bad people. The guys the man and kid seen in Hearts in Atlantis are. I, too, was reminded of Hearts in Atlantis.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 21, 2010, 05:27:41 PM
According to Supernatural, his name is Azazel, and boy are you lucky he was so kind to you  ;)

I wish I had watched that show when it started, it sounds facinating, but now I have no clue waht's going on.

Oh wait... My yellow eyed dude has a name? And why am I lucky? I'm curious now.

And more importantly, should i have eaten the sucker?

Yes.  He likes to recruit children when they're young.  And no, it probably had demon's blood in it, but hey!  You might have gotten some sweet psychic abilities out of it!

Actually, this reminds me more of Hearts in Atlantis for some reason.  I don't even remember much of the book, so I don't know why.

It reminded me of Insomnia, where only Ralph (and later Lois, and the weird guy--Meryl?) sees the little doctors (Clotho and Lachesis?) going around and snipping people's lifelines.  There was a third doctor who would snip the lifelines of random people or something like that. 

According to Stephen King, they are both the same theme. The doctors, though, aren't bad people. The guys the man and kid seen in Hearts in Atlantis are. I, too, was reminded of Hearts in Atlantis.

The third little doctor was bad. The one who worked for the Random. (BTW ica - the weird guy's name was Dorrance or "Old Dor")
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Thipu1 on May 21, 2010, 05:56:17 PM
When I was a child there were several family mysteries.  Here's a run-down.

Who was Eugene Zundel?

The house in which I grew up was built in the 19840s.  When we did some renovations in the 1960s we found that what we used as our parlor was originally a shop.  The little side room where we watched TV was the original parlor of the house.  On one window there was an inscription probably done with a diamond.  A fine hand traced the name "Eugene Zundel".  We were never able to discover who he was.  Was he the fiance of a young lady of the house?  Was he someone she wanted to marry but didn't or couldn't?  We'll never know.

The graveyard behind the house.

A Boy Scout project was looking at older houses in the neighborhood.  Our house certainly qualified and they found a small graveyard hidden behind the back lawn.  We never knew it was there but it was fascinating when it was discovered.  The graves probably came from the late 18th century or early 19th century.  The stones weren't in good condition but one epitaph could be partially read.  It was the grave of a woman and the inscription read, "She lies concealed from human sight...".  Some in the family thought that the inscription meant she was blind.  Others thought that the unknown woman might have died after giving birth to a child born out of Wedlock.  We'll never know but I think that the woman simply died and was buried in the family graveyard.  Her age was about 35 but that wasn't odd for a woman of that time.

When Granddad went blind.

My mother was the fourth of five children. During the Great Depression her family fostered children of relatives and friends when their parents couldn't care for them.  My mother told me about 14 people living in the house.  The only person bringing in any money was my Grandfather.  

He worked for the New York Central Railroad. Particularly, he worked on the ferries that connected the West Shore trains from  New Jersey to New York City.  One day something went horribly wrong and Dad was brought home blind.

I never knew what caused that blindness or how the family managed but they did.  My mother told me about Grand Dad's blindness when she was in her 80s.  I wasn't about to question her on that but, knowing how odd our family could be, I didn't doubt her.    

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 21, 2010, 06:40:47 PM
According to Supernatural, his name is Azazel, and boy are you lucky he was so kind to you  ;)

I wish I had watched that show when it started, it sounds facinating, but now I have no clue waht's going on.

Oh wait... My yellow eyed dude has a name? And why am I lucky? I'm curious now.

And more importantly, should i have eaten the sucker?

Yes.  He likes to recruit children when they're young.  And no, it probably had demon's blood in it, but hey!  You might have gotten some sweet psychic abilities out of it!

Actually, this reminds me more of Hearts in Atlantis for some reason.  I don't even remember much of the book, so I don't know why.

It reminded me of Insomnia, where only Ralph (and later Lois, and the weird guy--Meryl?) sees the little doctors (Clotho and Lachesis?) going around and snipping people's lifelines.  There was a third doctor who would snip the lifelines of random people or something like that. 

According to Stephen King, they are both the same theme. The doctors, though, aren't bad people. The guys the man and kid seen in Hearts in Atlantis are. I, too, was reminded of Hearts in Atlantis.

The third little doctor was bad. The one who worked for the Random. (BTW ica - the weird guy's name was Dorrance or "Old Dor")

Thanks, Cathy!  I need to read some Stephen King, it's been too long.  Yes, the third doctor was dirty and had rusty scissors and stole things from the people he "snipped." 
When I was a child there were several family mysteries.  Here's a run-down.

Who was Eugene Zundel?

The house in which I grew up was built in the 19840s.  When we did some renovations in the 1960s we found that what we used as our parlor was originally a shop.  The little side room where we watched TV was the original parlor of the house.  On one window there was an inscription probably done with a diamond.  A fine hand traced the name "Eugene Zundel".  We were never able to discover who he was.  Was he the fiance of a young lady of the house?  Was he someone she wanted to marry but didn't or couldn't?  We'll never know.   

*snip*

I've heard that way back when, when women would get diamond engagement rings they would test the diamond by using it to write their initials, name or their fiance's name on glass.  If that's true then I would think that Eugene was engaged to someone who lived in the house.  You would think the name would be unique enough to track pretty easily, but it sounds like that's not the case.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Sirius on May 21, 2010, 06:55:25 PM

As to cauliflower, I've never come across it, but there was a (medievil?) theory that helpful things corresponded to the body. So a plant that looked like the female genitals was considered benificial to females, etc (I'm drawing a blank here -up too late- but there are many examples). Ginseng comes to mind, and mandrake root, but there are others. So maybe cauliflower was first eaten because it looked like BRAAAINS?

*snerk* Has anyone here ever seen horseradish root?   :D

I have.  The grocery store where I used to work sold it.  Snerk is right.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 21, 2010, 07:02:21 PM

The graveyard behind the house.

A Boy Scout project was looking at older houses in the neighborhood.  Our house certainly qualified and they found a small graveyard hidden behind the back lawn.  We never knew it was there but it was fascinating when it was discovered.  The graves probably came from the late 18th century or early 19th century.  The stones weren't in good condition but one epitaph could be partially read.  It was the grave of a woman and the inscription read, "She lies concealed from human sight...".  Some in the family thought that the inscription meant she was blind.  Others thought that the unknown woman might have died after giving birth to a child born out of Wedlock.  We'll never know but I think that the woman simply died and was buried in the family graveyard.  Her age was about 35 but that wasn't odd for a woman of that time.

And you're exactly right.  The inscription is just a nice way of saying she's dead and buried, and unless someone has x-ray dirt vision, then no, she can't be seen  :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 21, 2010, 08:02:48 PM
Sorry I'm not quoting, but is Azazel's goat the yudas goat? Similar to the 'scape goat' in other lore?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: clairesmom77 on May 21, 2010, 08:26:21 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.


Wow.  That is creepy.  Really creepy. Did you feel scared of the man?

It's a good thing you didn't eat that sucker!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kherbert05 on May 21, 2010, 08:50:18 PM

I wish I had watched that show when it started, it sounds facinating, but now I have no clue waht's going on.

Oh wait... My yellow eyed dude has a name? And why am I lucky? I'm curious now.

And more importantly, should i have eaten the sucker?

Seasons 1 - 4 are on DVD and Replaying on TNT.

No it probably had demon blood in it.

Did you have a mysterious nursery fire as a child? Have your parents ever made deals with the devil to save someone's life? If so you might be a "special child".
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kimblee on May 21, 2010, 10:55:47 PM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.


Wow.  That is creepy.  Really creepy. Did you feel scared of the man?

It's a good thing you didn't eat that sucker!

That's the weird thing... I wasn't afraid of him. At all. First I was annoyed (because he told me to put on my jacket, and I remember thinking "How is YOU being cold MY problem?") and then i felt sorry for him because he was dumb and lost.

Then I was happy because I had candy.  ;D

Even if it was candy I didn't eat.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on May 22, 2010, 12:05:51 AM
We moved into our home in 1968. I was pg with our dd.

After day 1 I told dear husband the the house was haunted. Yeah, right.

I protected the kids. DD born 1969, DS born 1971

We had a dog who would just bark randomly at the furnace room. Silly puppy!

DD, DS and I frequently heard our names called. We just thought we were nuts and didn't discuss it. Dear husband, father, would not understand.

When I was packing to move out of the house I felt the presence, so I turned around to the feeling and said, "I'm finally getting out of here." I think I felt a little sadness, be it mine or the demon's.

I do have to mention that when I had major surgery and had to stay home alone during the day for 6 weeks, I never felt any fear, as I expected to in that home for so many years. DD worked for an international Christian organization at the time and I had international prayers coming for me. I guess hovering angels trump old home demons.

After we had moved, at one of our famous dinners, DD said something about the presence in the old house. I just kind of laughed and said that I wonderd if you children knew. It turned out that DD and DS had been talking about it since they were really young.

Both of these children of ours are very involved in their Christian churches with no problem of understanding our little demon in the house with their faith..

Did we have a small demon? DD, DS and I think so. We all left him behind.

DS wants to go to the old house and exorcise him, or at least see if he is as minor as we think. DD and I say to just leave it alone. The new homeowners are Catholic and have icons, and I wrote bleassings on the insides of closets as we were painting to move. Also, we don't want to have any legal repercussions.

I guess my question is: Did we have a little weak demon in our home for 34 years? Yup. And we are grateful that he really never caused us much trouble, as demons go? I truly think that the love in our home weakened the demon.

None of us has found his name.

Edit to correct random typos. There are probably still some.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Reika on May 22, 2010, 12:09:14 AM
I wanna know who my yellow eyed man was.


Wow.  That is creepy.  Really creepy. Did you feel scared of the man?

It's a good thing you didn't eat that sucker!

That's the weird thing... I wasn't afraid of him. At all. First I was annoyed (because he told me to put on my jacket, and I remember thinking "How is YOU being cold MY problem?") and then i felt sorry for him because he was dumb and lost.

Then I was happy because I had candy.  ;D

Even if it was candy I didn't eat.


It's funny your story reminded me of something that happened about 10-12 years ago.

I met a golden eyed man at a battlefield memorial in NJ. He had short stark white hair, but his face looked more like late 30's. Mature, but not old if that makes sense, with a striking face. Not handsome, but full of character. I'd been wandering in the wooded area with some friends, they'd headed out to the main memorial area a few minutes before me, he'd been there looking at the memorial and ignoring them. Well, not exactly ignoring them, just acting like they weren't even there.

When I came out to where they were, he asked me, "See any of the interesting wildlife?"
I was a little startled, so I boggled him slightly before I replied with "Not yet."
He smiled a little with the comment "Happy hunting" before walking off.

He just sort of...disappeared after walking out of the memorial area. He didn't get into a car, or really get that far before just not being there and it was the grassy, open area he headed off to. The only other thing I remember of him was the fact he was wearing a brown leather trench coat. My friends and I were very weirded out. His attitude towards me wasn't threatening at all, if anything he seemed very friendly. But he acted like my friends (there were 6 other people there besides me) didn't even exist. I'll admit, I still wonder what he was talking about and if he had me confused with someone else.

If he offered me candy, I probably would've run the other way. ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aventurine on May 22, 2010, 12:09:30 AM
So, I guess my question is: Did we have a little weak demon in our home for 34 years. Yup. And we are grateful that he really never caused us much trouble, as demons go. I truly think that the love in our home weakened the demon.

None of us has found his name.


And now, inexplicably, I'm sad.   :'(
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 22, 2010, 06:34:19 AM
Sorry I'm not quoting, but is Azazel's goat the yudas goat? Similar to the 'scape goat' in other lore?

Exactly.  The scape goat was the one that was supposed to take the sins back to Azazel.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: thatBakerwoman on May 22, 2010, 06:33:02 PM
When I was a child there were several family mysteries.  Here's a run-down.

Who was Eugene Zundel?

Well, if the house was in Wisconsin, then Eugene was the young man who married Marion Crocker, eldest daughter of the president of Crocker Chair Company, in 1893.  Eventually he became the president of the company.

And if not Wisconsin, then it is still a mystery.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kimblee on May 22, 2010, 06:48:45 PM
So, I guess my question is: Did we have a little weak demon in our home for 34 years. Yup. And we are grateful that he really never caused us much trouble, as demons go. I truly think that the love in our home weakened the demon.

None of us has found his name.


And now, inexplicably, I'm sad.   :'(

I would have offered to let it come to the new house if it promised to behave...

I feel sorry for weak spirits/demons. We had one at an old house and it was just so sa how it wanted attention. it would knock things off the walls, and once threw a cup of water off the table. (three witnesses. Me, mom and a guest. Guest was shocked, we were poretty used to "her" by then.)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Blueberry on May 22, 2010, 07:49:37 PM
I want to know if I truly have psychic powers, because I have the ability to affect all and any electronic devices at any distance from me, as long as I have had some physical connection to it at some point. Sometimes I can control it, sometimes it appears to a spontaneous electronic suicide.

I pointed at my sister's computer last year, jokingly said DIE and it froze completely. Pulling the plug and trying to turn the power off didn't help, the screen wouldn't go black or anything. After it finally turned off, it wouldn't turn back on again for 3 days.

I was working at a computer and all of the keyboard keys commands changed. I would type 'F' and it would come out '&' instead, or @ for T, for example. All I could type was symbols. My tech colleague came over after my panicked shouts and said I have somehow managed to put the computer in some kind of mode I'd never heard of, but he had to turn it off and said to leave it. This is a common occurance with all cell phones and computers.

I get garbled text messages from my friends, who try to send simple things like ‘See you at the cafe’ and it comes out sljd quoie hovu. DVDs and CDs that have been handled by me magically wipe themselves, even if they had something on them before.

In general, electronic devices don’t quite work right around me, or suddenly explode (ever see a BlackBerry explode? Smoke and sparks, it was crazy). My friends all think I have super mutant powers or something. Do I have some kind of weird force field? Too many things have happened for it all to have been coincidences. And darn it, can I control it??
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: DangerMouth on May 22, 2010, 08:16:49 PM
Well, if you can demonstrate it, The Randi Foundation will give you a million bucks :D

http://www.randi.org/site/index.php/1m-challenge.html
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Reika on May 22, 2010, 09:31:34 PM
Blueberry - My mother is a walking EMP field. When she's highly emotional (positive or negative) electronic devices tend to act weird or just outright die.

She's banned from going near my computer when she's feeling anything but calm.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kitty-cat on May 22, 2010, 09:47:35 PM
Okay, so not your average mystery but still...

Why does my BF says "it's a surprise" when I ask him about our 2 year anniversary present, but when I ask him again today he just tells me?

And to just prove my geekness-It's parts to re-build my PS2 that wanted to die.

The same thing happened at Christmas too; if he lets me play 20 questions, or I just ask the next day he always tells me! Do all guys do that?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: TychaBrahe on May 22, 2010, 09:58:15 PM
Yes, it was my understanding that mtDNA is passed intact from mother to child, so tracing back through the maternal line is entirely possible, daughter to mother and so on. Of course, we don't have DNA records from populations hundreds of years ago, so possible != at all likely, though studies have been done where they've taken the DNA of entire isolated towns.

I'm not a science geek (you really don't want to know what a 'science' class is like in an art school :P), you probably know more about this than I do.

Mitochondrial DNA is traceable because it reproduces asexually and therefore only changes through mutation, which is relatively infrequent.  It can prove kinship but not decendence.  I can prove, through mitochondrial DNA, that my sister and I are related to my mother and to her mother, but I could not tell you which of those women were my mother, just that we were related.  I could also show relationship to my mother's cousin (their maternal grandmothers were the same woman) and to her daughter and sons. 

Mostly mtDNA is used to rule out relationships.  The pretender Anastasia was clearly not a member of the Russian royal family, because she did not share their mtDNA.


Ah. Yes, I thought it rather random that we trace lineage thru the male line because I was under the assumption that the matrilineal was the only true line of descent, DNA-wise. But I didn't know about tracing the Y chromosone, thank you :)

There's an amazing book called Adam's Curse by Bryan Sykes that talks about how y-chromosomes are passed from father to son.  It's an incomplete genetic lineage, because only sons get their father's y-chromosomes, unlike mtDNA, which gets passed to all the children a woman has, but it is still capable of providing some interesting information.  Among other things, we see how some men are much more successful genetically than others.  Genghis Khan had the habit of bedding down as many attractive girls as possible from the territories he invaded.  An enormous number of men in the affected areas of Asia and Eastern Europe share a common y-chromosome.

I wonder this about any food that has to be processed.  Like cheese.  Who thought it was a good idea to leave fermenting milk around for a while and then eat it.  I'm no cheese expert but I imagine that it gets very bad before it gets to the yummy stage.

Most likely it was carelessness.  Since humans have hunted, they have used animal organs, like stomachs, as containers.  Probably a poorly tanned stomach was used to store milk.  Rennet is what causes cheese to harden, and it's found in the stomach.

It probably started out as something like cottage cheese, which is close enough in appearance and odor to milk to seem palatable to hungry people.  Hard cheese was probably another accident, resulting from someone leaving the milk in for too long.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cracea on May 22, 2010, 10:24:10 PM
I want to know if I truly have psychic powers, because I have the ability to affect all and any electronic devices at any distance from me, as long as I have had some physical connection to it at some point. Sometimes I can control it, sometimes it appears to a spontaneous electronic suicide.

I pointed at my sister's computer last year, jokingly said DIE and it froze completely. Pulling the plug and trying to turn the power off didn't help, the screen wouldn't go black or anything. After it finally turned off, it wouldn't turn back on again for 3 days.

I was working at a computer and all of the keyboard keys commands changed. I would type 'F' and it would come out '&' instead, or @ for T, for example. All I could type was symbols. My tech colleague came over after my panicked shouts and said I have somehow managed to put the computer in some kind of mode I'd never heard of, but he had to turn it off and said to leave it. This is a common occurance with all cell phones and computers.

I get garbled text messages from my friends, who try to send simple things like ‘See you at the cafe’ and it comes out sljd quoie hovu. DVDs and CDs that have been handled by me magically wipe themselves, even if they had something on them before.

In general, electronic devices don’t quite work right around me, or suddenly explode (ever see a BlackBerry explode? Smoke and sparks, it was crazy). My friends all think I have super mutant powers or something. Do I have some kind of weird force field? Too many things have happened for it all to have been coincidences. And darn it, can I control it??

This is the Wiki article on the phenomenon, a good starting point:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Street_light_interference

There are many perfectly rational explanations for why streetlights go out, of course, but like you, some people who experience it have issues with other electronics.  I can't wear digital watches.  The longest I've had one last is three days.  They usually fry within a couple of hours.  When I was a cubicle-dweller, maintenance gave up changing the fluorescent lights above me.  They lasted on average 2-4 weeks.  Touch lamps?  I touch them and trip breakers or start fires.  I don't think there's anything supernatural, probably just weird electric fields.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Clara Bow on May 23, 2010, 12:21:09 AM
My husband has the same issue with analog watches. He kills them dead.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shea on May 23, 2010, 12:27:59 AM
My husband has the same issue with analog watches. He kills them dead.

LOL, just today one of my co-workers was talking about how he has just that effect on some electronics. Watches especially keel over and die if he wears them.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on May 23, 2010, 12:38:08 AM
So, I guess my question is: Did we have a little weak demon in our home for 34 years. Yup. And we are grateful that he really never caused us much trouble, as demons go. I truly think that the love in our home weakened the demon.

None of us has found his name.


And now, inexplicably, I'm sad.   :'(

I would have offered to let it come to the new house if it promised to behave...

I feel sorry for weak spirits/demons. We had one at an old house and it was just so sa how it wanted attention. it would knock things off the walls, and once threw a cup of water off the table. (three witnesses. Me, mom and a guest. Guest was shocked, we were poretty used to "her" by then.)

Thank you both for understanding.  DD said that the demon meant her harm. DS didn't really have an much to say except that he was aware of the spirit. We had a dear friend who hated our house, and later his wife figured out that it was because of the cold spot. He would never have admitted anything supernatural, of course.

I really didn't want to bring demon with us. It is really nice to be able to go into a dark basement, get what I need, then go back upstairs without a moment of panic. DD had a friend who had a nice, protective ghost/spirit in her closet. She asked the spirit to come with her when she moved. The only response was sadness, and the spirit didn't move with DD's friend.

The thing is that if we have experienced or been sensitive to these beings, we can understand each other, even if our explanations are a bit different. Then we are called nuts or delusional by those that have never had an experience or are not open to the possibility of this other world.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: zyrs on May 23, 2010, 12:57:56 AM
Mystery #1:  Years ago, my cat had to have one of those plastic collars around his neck because of surgery.  Because of so many animals losing the collars, the vet charged a 50 dollar deposit on them.  My cat really hated the collar.

Because of the deposit, I kept the cat in just my bedroom during recuperation.  One day when I returned home from work,  I opened the bedroom door to find he was purring and happy and the collar was gone.  The bedroom door had been shut the entire time, since I lived alone except for him.

  I really didn't have 50 bucks to lose so I tore the room apart.  No collar.  When I moved a couple years later, I went to look for the collar again.  No collar.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cracea on May 23, 2010, 01:57:11 AM
Mystery #1:  Years ago, my cat had to have one of those plastic collars around his neck because of surgery.  Because of so many animals losing the collars, the vet charged a 50 dollar deposit on them.  My cat really hated the collar.

Because of the deposit, I kept the cat in just my bedroom during recuperation.  One day when I returned home from work,  I opened the bedroom door to find he was purring and happy and the collar was gone.  The bedroom door had been shut the entire time, since I lived alone except for him.

  I really didn't have 50 bucks to lose so I tore the room apart.  No collar.  When I moved a couple years later, I went to look for the collar again.  No collar.


I found it in my garage when I was packing 4 years ago.  Two pets who'd had neck collars, three collars on shelf.  Finally I know who to blame.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: zyrs on May 23, 2010, 06:00:34 AM
Mystery #1:  Years ago, my cat had to have one of those plastic collars around his neck because of surgery.  Because of so many animals losing the collars, the vet charged a 50 dollar deposit on them.  My cat really hated the collar.

Because of the deposit, I kept the cat in just my bedroom during recuperation.  One day when I returned home from work,  I opened the bedroom door to find he was purring and happy and the collar was gone.  The bedroom door had been shut the entire time, since I lived alone except for him.

  I really didn't have 50 bucks to lose so I tore the room apart.  No collar.  When I moved a couple years later, I went to look for the collar again.  No collar.


I found it in my garage when I was packing 4 years ago.  Two pets who'd had neck collars, three collars on shelf.  Finally I know who to blame.

LOL.  I have asked him about it, and he said "Meow!" and then turned his back to me, so that mystery is solved!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on May 23, 2010, 07:31:09 AM
My husband has the same issue with analog watches. He kills them dead.

LOL, just today one of my co-workers was talking about how he has just that effect on some electronics. Watches especially keel over and die if he wears them.

I had a friend whose mother would do the same thing with watches, and she did not appreciate it when I called her "Magneto"  ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aventurine on May 23, 2010, 12:20:36 PM
It's been so long, I'd forgotten that I can't wear analog watches either.  Never really tried digital.  I don't dramatically fry electronics, but those I use regularly do have a shorter life than others.  

I've researched it; it's interesting.  My paternal grandfather was the same way.


The thing is that if we have experienced or been sensitive to these beings, we can understand each other, even if our explanations are a bit different. Then we are called nuts or delusional by those that have never had an experience or are not open to the possibility of this other world.

 
Lucinda, though I've never had any personal experience, I know those who have, and I agree.  When I have a bit more time, I'll post about the house DH grew up in. 


Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kimblee on May 23, 2010, 12:24:25 PM
So, I guess my question is: Did we have a little weak demon in our home for 34 years. Yup. And we are grateful that he really never caused us much trouble, as demons go. I truly think that the love in our home weakened the demon.

None of us has found his name.


And now, inexplicably, I'm sad.   :'(

I would have offered to let it come to the new house if it promised to behave...

I feel sorry for weak spirits/demons. We had one at an old house and it was just so sa how it wanted attention. it would knock things off the walls, and once threw a cup of water off the table. (three witnesses. Me, mom and a guest. Guest was shocked, we were poretty used to "her" by then.)

Thank you both for understanding.  DD said that the demon meant her harm. DS didn't really have an much to say except that he was aware of the spirit. We had a dear friend who hated our house, and later his wife figured out that it was because of the cold spot. He would never have admitted anything supernatural, of course.

I really didn't want to bring demon with us. It is really nice to be able to go into a dark basement, get what I need, then go back upstairs without a moment of panic. DD had a friend who had a nice, protective ghost/spirit in her closet. She asked the spirit to come with her when she moved. The only response was sadness, and the spirit didn't move with DD's friend.

The thing is that if we have experienced or been sensitive to these beings, we can understand each other, even if our explanations are a bit different. Then we are called nuts or delusional by those that have never had an experience or are not open to the possibility of this other world.

Eh. Our spirit sometimes alarmed us, but it was more or less harmless. I tend to operate under the assumption that evil isn't something I personally have to fear, because I know that my faith protects me, so I can pity our lonely little destructive spirit. I hope she/he's okay... I forgot to tell it it could come with me when I left mom's old house. :(
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RingTailedLemur on May 23, 2010, 12:51:03 PM
Who hand-delivered the birthday card to me a few years ago and signed it simply "A Friend"?

Where exactly was the plastic earring for my Barbie lodged?  I sneezed it out several months after losing it....
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aventurine on May 23, 2010, 12:51:33 PM
I tend to operate under the assumption that evil isn't something I personally have to fear, because I know that my faith protects me

That's a good way of looking at it
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Saro on May 23, 2010, 12:56:01 PM
For about a month, when I was around 8 or 9, I had a mystery friend. He left me presents on my door step and notes. Claimed to be a magic rabbit that lived across the street.  I know if I ask, the mystery would be solved. I kind of like the mystery.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: EmmaJ. on May 23, 2010, 04:35:48 PM
Who hand-delivered the birthday card to me a few years ago and signed it simply "A Friend"?

Where exactly was the plastic earring for my Barbie lodged?  I sneezed it out several months after losing it....

HAHAHAHHAHA

Oh, that is hilarious!!!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 23, 2010, 04:52:31 PM
My husband has the same issue with analog watches. He kills them dead.


My friend's father had the same problem with the kind of watches you wind (go figure).   He blamed it on malaria he contracted during WWII.

Go figure. :-\

He was a police detective and a very stable, reliable person, so I know he wasn't just making that up.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Miss Vertigo on May 23, 2010, 05:32:33 PM
Where did that chicken breast go?

A couple of days ago I bought a 4-pack of chicken breasts. I put them all in the oven to cook, and then put them in the fridge. I used two of them in a rice salad. I ate one when I got in from rehearsal the following night because I was hungry. This morning I cleaned out the fridge - and it occurred to me that I didn't throw away the fourth chicken breast, and it's not still in the fridge.

So where is it?

Did I eat it in my sleep or something?

Have the cats worked out how to open the fridge?

I have no idea.

*scratches head*
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shea on May 23, 2010, 06:09:02 PM
Where did that chicken breast go?

A couple of days ago I bought a 4-pack of chicken breasts. I put them all in the oven to cook, and then put them in the fridge. I used two of them in a rice salad. I ate one when I got in from rehearsal the following night because I was hungry. This morning I cleaned out the fridge - and it occurred to me that I didn't throw away the fourth chicken breast, and it's not still in the fridge.

So where is it?

Did I eat it in my sleep or something?

Have the cats worked out how to open the fridge?

I have no idea.

*scratches head*

I don't know about your cats, but I had a goat once which I swear figured out how to open doors. It's the only explanation for the places she got into.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: guihong on May 23, 2010, 06:28:32 PM
I had the same mystery of disappearing chicken, and one thing I noticed was that if one breast was much smaller than the others, it "piggybacked" onto another one, and I would eat it without noticing.  Also, if they have a sauce or breading, they "disappear" underneath.  Or you just forgot  ;).

gui
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Miss Vertigo on May 23, 2010, 06:41:24 PM
I don't know about your cats, but I had a goat once which I swear figured out how to open doors.

Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd read!

gui, I have no idea what happened to this bit of chicken. No sauce. No breading. I definitely didn't eat it because I'm counting everything right now. It's just... vanished.

My money's on the cats.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 23, 2010, 06:51:27 PM
Who hand-delivered the birthday card to me a few years ago and signed it simply "A Friend"?


Ooooooh! I knew I had another mystery stuck in the back of my brain somewhere, and you've jogged my memory! I can't remember how old I was - either a senior in high school or freshman in college, somewhere in that neighborhood. I received an airmail letter that had been in both Germany and France. I don't remember exactly what the letter said, but it included happy reminiscences of events I had been to, things I'd said -things only someone I was well-acquainted with would know.

At the end of the letter, the person had written, "I'm sorry. I would have signed this letter, but the envelope was already sealed."

I asked around, but no one admitted to writing that letter. It seems they would have had to have sent it to friends or relatives in Europe to pass along to get the postmarks, and I was mystified.

I never found out who sent it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aventurine on May 23, 2010, 06:52:44 PM
At the end of the letter, the person had written, "I'm sorry. I would have signed this letter, but the envelope was already sealed."

Bwahahaaa!  Love it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: HushHush on May 23, 2010, 06:56:29 PM
Wait, how did they sign that statement at the end of the letter if it was already sealed?  was it written on the outside of the envelope?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shea on May 23, 2010, 07:04:37 PM
I don't know about your cats, but I had a goat once which I swear figured out how to open doors.

Now there's a sentence I never thought I'd read!


This goat made me understand why, in traditional Christian iconography, the Devil is often represented by a goat.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 23, 2010, 07:05:13 PM
Where did that chicken breast go?

A couple of days ago I bought a 4-pack of chicken breasts. I put them all in the oven to cook, and then put them in the fridge. I used two of them in a rice salad. I ate one when I got in from rehearsal the following night because I was hungry. This morning I cleaned out the fridge - and it occurred to me that I didn't throw away the fourth chicken breast, and it's not still in the fridge.

So where is it?

Did I eat it in my sleep or something?

Have the cats worked out how to open the fridge?

I have no idea.

*scratches head*

DH once had half a Subway sandwich disappear.  We never did figure out what happened to, although the dogs are our first suspect--our youngest will go to the fridge and open it to get the milk or whatever out and leave it open, so it's not unreasonable to say that one of the dogs stole the sandwich while it was open.  I was laying on the living room floor a day or two later and could smell Subway very strongly.  I was convinced I was going to find a chewed up sandwich wrapper under the couch, but nothing.  We never did find the wrapper or the sandwich.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on May 23, 2010, 07:14:19 PM
Wait, how did they sign that statement at the end of the letter if it was already sealed?  was it written on the outside of the envelope?

It was a line undoubtedly meant to be funny, by way of an "excuse" not to let me know who it was; funny in that it would, of course, have been impossible to write that had the envelope actually been sealed.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Blueberry on May 23, 2010, 08:29:06 PM
I don't think there's anything supernatural, probably just weird electric fields.

I know it's not really supernatural or psychic, it's just the best word I can think of to describe it. Weird X Men like super mutant abilities sounds cool, but not quite right... Bothersome doesn't cut it either.

Some people think I have too much static electricity and that's why I have issues with electronics.

It's weird because my siblings are all extremely computer and just tech-in-general savvy (programers and the like) and it's like they sucked up all the inheritable technological prowess and I got a big black hole.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 23, 2010, 09:12:46 PM


 I received an airmail letter that had been in both Germany and France. I don't remember exactly what the letter said, but it included happy reminiscences of events I had been to, things I'd said -things only someone I was well-acquainted with would know.


That sounds so romantic.  Not in a boy/girl romantic way, but sweet and sentimental.

Perhaps we could start a society of those on the receiving end of mysterious letters.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Fliss on May 24, 2010, 06:14:24 AM
Quote
So, I guess my question is: Did we have a little weak demon in our home for 34 years. Yup. And we are grateful that he really never caused us much trouble, as demons go. I truly think that the love in our home weakened the demon.

None of us has found his name.

Please don't call them demons.

Life is partly made up of energy. Anyone who's had pets knows that there is a wide difference between an intelligent life-form and cooling corpse.

Sometimes, that energy gets . . . lost, makes a wrong turn, so to speak. As people here often say, very few people are actually evil. Stupid, perhaps nasty, but not really evil. If you consider lost energy as someone who's frustrated by their current existance . . . well, wouldn't you be a little annoyed is you were stuck inside all the time and not able to get on with getting on?

As for Azrael, I've never understood why he's been portrayed as the bad guy. He does the job before him, we make it complicated. I've always felt he must be a rather lonely being.

I'd say you could have eaten the lolly safely. It wasn't you he was there for. And, perhaps, he rather likes children and is sorry when he must take them. Maybe he just wanted to be seen as nice for once?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LadyClaire on May 24, 2010, 07:54:16 AM

I don't know about your cats, but I had a goat once which I swear figured out how to open doors. It's the only explanation for the places she got into.

My goat knows how to open gates, and does so whenever he feels like it's time to go a-wandering. It's always fun to start backing out of the driveway, look in the rearview mirror and realize that the goat is standing behind the car placidly munching on what used to be the beautiful irises that grew around the mailbox.

The end result is usually a lot of "Biscuit! COME HERE! Get back into your pasture! DON'T YOU JUMP ON MY CAR!!! HEY! My pants are not a snack!! BISCUIT YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!"

I'm going to miss that goat. We're moving to a subdivision so he can't come with us. But he's going to live with DF's parents, since they have a pony he gets along with pretty well.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on May 24, 2010, 07:56:21 AM
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So, I guess my question is: Did we have a little weak demon in our home for 34 years. Yup. And we are grateful that he really never caused us much trouble, as demons go. I truly think that the love in our home weakened the demon.

None of us has found his name.

Please don't call them demons.

Life is partly made up of energy. Anyone who's had pets knows that there is a wide difference between an intelligent life-form and cooling corpse.

Sometimes, that energy gets . . . lost, makes a wrong turn, so to speak. As people here often say, very few people are actually evil. Stupid, perhaps nasty, but not really evil. If you consider lost energy as someone who's frustrated by their current existance . . . well, wouldn't you be a little annoyed is you were stuck inside all the time and not able to get on with getting on?

We don't think the spirit in the furnace room was a ghost. We are pretty sure my mother visited the kids when they were babies as they were happy when she was there and it felt sad but good. DD was 3 months old when Mom died. I never felt her after the youngest was about 2 years old. She was not tied to the house.

The one that was in the house made us feel panicky and cold. Yes, it was sad, but definitely not good.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LadyClaire on May 24, 2010, 08:26:09 AM
I don't think there's anything supernatural, probably just weird electric fields.

I know it's not really supernatural or psychic, it's just the best word I can think of to describe it. Weird X Men like super mutant abilities sounds cool, but not quite right... Bothersome doesn't cut it either.

Some people think I have too much static electricity and that's why I have issues with electronics.

It's weird because my siblings are all extremely computer and just tech-in-general savvy (programers and the like) and it's like they sucked up all the inheritable technological prowess and I got a big black hole.

My mother and I have that same talent, while my father and sister are both in IT and have no issues with electronics.

I kill watches dead, which is one reason why I never wear a watch. DF never believed me until one day I picked up his Swiss Army watch. It died in my hand. Not only did it die, but changing the battery failed to fix it, as did all other repairs. It was completely and totally useless after I handled it.

When I worked retail, the cash register would malfunction almost every time I used it. The night we did inventory, the hand-held scanner we used to scan and then upload our inventory list to Corporate completely flipped out. It started sending corporate lists of outdated software that the store had never even had, such as Windows 95. I worked in a video gaming store, so we had never carried operating systems like Windows. It was taking much longer than it should have to get inventory finished, and eventually the manager sent me home. Apparently the scanner started working properly after I left.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 24, 2010, 08:34:56 AM


My goat knows how to open gates, and does so whenever he feels like it's time to go a-wandering.


Get an old car seat belt and attach the fabric parts to the fence and gate.  You can close the buckle and the goat won't (hopefully!) be able to undo it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: iridaceae on May 24, 2010, 08:57:54 AM
Now, see, electronics tend to like me, but mechanical stuff often doesn't work right around me. I had a friend with a simple button-making (slogan-type buttons, not clothing buttons) machine that was purely mechanical and if I got within about 15 feet of it it never worked nicely.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shea on May 24, 2010, 11:15:59 AM

I don't know about your cats, but I had a goat once which I swear figured out how to open doors. It's the only explanation for the places she got into.

My goat knows how to open gates, and does so whenever he feels like it's time to go a-wandering. It's always fun to start backing out of the driveway, look in the rearview mirror and realize that the goat is standing behind the car placidly munching on what used to be the beautiful irises that grew around the mailbox.

The end result is usually a lot of "Biscuit! COME HERE! Get back into your pasture! DON'T YOU JUMP ON MY CAR!!! HEY! My pants are not a snack!! BISCUIT YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!"

I'm going to miss that goat. We're moving to a subdivision so he can't come with us. But he's going to live with DF's parents, since they have a pony he gets along with pretty well.

It it the goat in your sig? Mine was Boer too :D. They're crazy critters, aren't they?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kimblee on May 24, 2010, 11:34:21 AM
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So, I guess my question is: Did we have a little weak demon in our home for 34 years. Yup. And we are grateful that he really never caused us much trouble, as demons go. I truly think that the love in our home weakened the demon.

None of us has found his name.

Please don't call them demons.

Life is partly made up of energy. Anyone who's had pets knows that there is a wide difference between an intelligent life-form and cooling corpse.

Sometimes, that energy gets . . . lost, makes a wrong turn, so to speak. As people here often say, very few people are actually evil. Stupid, perhaps nasty, but not really evil. If you consider lost energy as someone who's frustrated by their current existance . . . well, wouldn't you be a little annoyed is you were stuck inside all the time and not able to get on with getting on?

As for Azrael, I've never understood why he's been portrayed as the bad guy. He does the job before him, we make it complicated. I've always felt he must be a rather lonely being.

I'd say you could have eaten the lolly safely. It wasn't you he was there for. And, perhaps, he rather likes children and is sorry when he must take them. Maybe he just wanted to be seen as nice for once?

Or he was totally lost. Poor guy. It must suck to be thousands of years old and still get confused by Fort Worth streets. (Lucky he didn't have to go to Houston.)

I always kinda felt this way about Satan. At Sunday school (before i left because at 7 I realized they were morons at that church.) we used to be told about how apparently Satan was waiting for us to screw up JUST ONCE and he'd "get us"

Yeah.

I always kinda felt like good faith protected me, and therefore I had no reason to live my life in fear of a being that by all accounts in the bible, is more or less obediant now that its passed its rebelious teenage phase.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 24, 2010, 12:59:52 PM

I always kinda felt like good faith protected me, and therefore I had no reason to live my life in fear of a being that by all accounts in the bible, is more or less obediant now that its passed its rebelious teenage phase.

My uncle always said you shouldn't be afraid of the devil,  >:D he should be afraid of YOU! :-*
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: HushHush on May 27, 2010, 02:16:33 PM
Where did one set of my nice silverware disappear to?  I got a service of 4 for Christmas and I'm down to 3 already.  A whole set!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on May 27, 2010, 02:40:02 PM
This isn't a big one, and I did figure it out. We went to my niece's high school graduation last night. As we were walking in, I saw an older gentleman whom I just could not place. I quietly pointed him out to DH and he didn't recognize him. This was driving me nuts! I worked for years in that area, so DH said it ws probably a former client, but that didn't seem right. I said, "No, I think it's the other way around...I think I've been a client of HIS. He works somewhere I've been a lot." I kept puzzling over this-for some reason I just couldn't let it go. I knew I'd seen him multiple times for something fairly technical, but relatively routine. Auto repair shop? Computer repair? Doctor's office? Home improvement stuff? No, no, and no.

It took until this morning that I remembered that he's one of the pharmacists where I get my son's medicines filled. I don't know why that seized me the way it did, but it was interesting what my brain did know about him.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on May 27, 2010, 05:43:45 PM
Blueberry - My mother is a walking EMP field. When she's highly emotional (positive or negative) electronic devices tend to act weird or just outright die.

She's banned from going near my computer when she's feeling anything but calm.

Blueberry, my ex could do this as well.  He shorted out the power in our bedroom multiple times, during a particularly strong positive emotion.

I do it too, so does my father...though I don't necessarily need to be emotional for it too happen.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LadyClaire on May 27, 2010, 08:46:25 PM

I don't know about your cats, but I had a goat once which I swear figured out how to open doors. It's the only explanation for the places she got into.

My goat knows how to open gates, and does so whenever he feels like it's time to go a-wandering. It's always fun to start backing out of the driveway, look in the rearview mirror and realize that the goat is standing behind the car placidly munching on what used to be the beautiful irises that grew around the mailbox.

The end result is usually a lot of "Biscuit! COME HERE! Get back into your pasture! DON'T YOU JUMP ON MY CAR!!! HEY! My pants are not a snack!! BISCUIT YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!"

I'm going to miss that goat. We're moving to a subdivision so he can't come with us. But he's going to live with DF's parents, since they have a pony he gets along with pretty well.

It it the goat in your sig? Mine was Boer too :D. They're crazy critters, aren't they?

Yup! He's actually half Boer goat, half Pygmy.

He's a funny little guy. Smaller than a Boer goat, which is probably a good thing. DF's father had a Boer goat buck who chased him up a tree while in rut. His dad was stuck in the tree for a couple of hours until a neighbor heard him yelling and rescued him.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 27, 2010, 09:01:15 PM
 Years ago, our parks and recreation department had a summer program for kids.  They sent a teenaged playground leader to each school playground and supplied games and had activities.

Every now and then they would sponsor trips for which anyone (adults and all) could sign up.   Back in 1965 they sponsored a trip to the New York World's Fair.   It was for some ridiculously low price, like ten or twenty dollars each.   My brother was 12 years old and I was 10 and we signed up.   Unfortunately, we had to come up with an adult to watch us.   My brother said "Joe Smith" would watch us.

Now, Joe Smith was the local shady character.  He was 35 years old and lived with his parents and worked at the 1965 equivalent of Wal-Mart.   He liked to hang out with teenagers.  I, personally, avoided him like the plague, because one of his favorite pastimes was ridiculing me. If you ask me, he wasn't that bright.

Still, we needed an adult in order to take this trip to the fair and any port in a storm.  Apparently, Joe agreed to it.

Within five minutes of getting to the fair, Joe Smith and his two teenaged friends were in the wind.  My brother and I looked and looked for them.   We finally found them and they laughed and were gone again.

So, my brother and I spent the day wandering around the New York World's Fair.  Our parents had given us money, so at least we had that.  Admittedly, we had a grand time.

At the end of the day, we had no idea where to meet our group or catch our bus.  Absolutely, no idea. ???

So we found a police officer and he took us to the fair security office where we sat and waited, for who knows what.   Finally, a leader from another playground came in looking for a couple of her charges and recognized us.   I got the impression nobody was actually looking for us.

Here's the mystery:   Did Joe Smith actually agree to watch us, or did my brother make it up in order to go?

Or did Joe Smith agree to hang around with my brother and ditched us because I was there?  (That just occurred to me today, after 45 years).

My brother, Joe Smith and one of the aforementioned teenagers have all passed away.  The other teenager (now a retired grandfather) still is alive, but I really didn't have anything to do with him, even back then.

Would the group have driven home 100 miles without us?

Footnote:  Recently I was talking to someone from the old days and she mentioned the local child molester.  I was clueless and asked who.  She said "Why Joe Smith, of course."   I thought at the time he was just a dunce.





Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kherbert05 on May 27, 2010, 09:06:56 PM


Here's the mystery:   Did Joe Smith actually agree to watch us, or did my brother make it up in order to go?

Or did Joe Smith agree to hang around with my brother and ditched us because I was there?  (That just occurred to me today, after 45 years)
.

My brother, Joe Smith and one of the aforementioned teenagers have all passed away.  The other teenager (now a retired grandfather) still is alive, but I really didn't have anything to do with him, even back then.

Would the group have driven home 100 miles without us?

Footnote:  Recently I was talking to someone from the old days and she mentioned the local child molester.  I was clueless and asked who.  She said "Why Joe Smith, of course."   I thought at the time he was just a dunce.


I think you being there may have saved your brother.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on May 28, 2010, 09:12:53 AM
Where did one set of my nice silverware disappear to?  I got a service of 4 for Christmas and I'm down to 3 already.  A whole set!

Missing forks, knives, and spoons -

Lil Sis found out that her new hubby was taking a SET of tableware to work to eat his lunch - but rarely bringing them back (and sometimes trashing them "by accident" or loaning them to people who lost them).

He quit when he found out the replacement costs for one fork (a place setting was more) would buy a good amount of disposable plastic utensils................

DD wanted "every day ware" and I gave her an incomplete set that we'd had since before she moved out on her own - turned out the one missing spoon was recoverable (they bought the house she'd been renting a room in a couple of years earlier and the seller left some things behind that didn't match or that she had run out of room in the truck for).  So she has the complete set for four place settings NOW.

I'm pretty sure a SIL who is known to replace her (cheap) tableware every year or so from the 4 for $1 (USA) bin at the dollar store lost a spoon or two while "helping" me clear the table off after Thanksgiving dinner - Oneida Heirloom Stainless.  It took two days to clean the kitchen and realize that something was missing.  Someone had already taken out the trash and it had been picked up.........

Then we moved in 1998 and I never did find the set of Oneida Stainless (we'd replaced the missing spoons - one soup and one table) while unpacking - we did get a settlement and replaced the whole set from an online discount site - and I talked VorGuy into my "souvenirs" from two Florida trips - Oneida outlet at a shopping mall - into being twelve iced tea/parfait dessert spoons and another four place settings so that I can put together TWELVE place settings instead of the eight we had gotten in 1979 and then replaced in 1998. 

Yes - I have had ten or more people eating at my house - I think three times since we got here.  The thing that really appeals to him, though, is that I can put off running the (noisy) dishwasher an extra meal even when we have company. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 28, 2010, 09:21:47 AM


Lil Sis found out that her new hubby was taking a SET of tableware to work to eat his lunch - but rarely bringing them back (and sometimes trashing them "by accident" or loaning them to people who lost them).


A friend I knew from thrift store shopping, had a husband who would walk out the door every morning with a cup of coffee and never, ever brought back the cup.  Hence, the thrift store shopping ;)

Wonder what became of all those cups?   Did he throw them in the trash?   :-\
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on May 28, 2010, 09:29:10 AM
Now we know why there are piles of unwashed coffee cups in every work sink - and where at least some of the mismatched cups donated to the thrift shops come from as well.  At least, we can hope that someone washed & "recycled" the cups.

I bought two matching travel mugs with lids - VorGuy has lost both lids and one cup...........and another cup is gone but the lid is still here.  How does he do that?

It's no mystery that I buy travel mugs for his coffee at thrift stores or outlet centers - as he does loose them, the handles break off, or he looses the lid - without the lid, the coffee spills on his uniform.  He won't use a travel mug for his coffee unless it has a lid.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 28, 2010, 09:55:47 AM
DH takes silverware to work, which is why I don't buy anything better than the 5 for $1 sets at Wal-Mart.  He will occasionally take oranges, which he uses a knife to peel.  Somehow the knives end up lost in the car but I never find forks or spoons in there.  It's pretty disconcerting to find a random knife on the floor of your car.  Thankfully they're almost always in the front seat and not the back where the kids can get them.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Penguinity on May 28, 2010, 11:23:38 AM
What does BESKO RTL OK mean? It's on a sticker on a sign I go by every day. It looks like a bumper sticker.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on May 28, 2010, 11:25:22 AM
My mother-in-law taught me to count all of my flatware and silverware BEFORE taking out the trash on holiday weekends. It always works as I have never had to go through the trash. (Until next year, of course, since I just bragged.) I reorder my everyday Oneida when a few pieces get lost here. I now have serving for 9 when I started out with serving for 8.

I have helped several people move. All of your lost or orphaned thermal coffee mugs and unmatched lids were living happily under the kitchen sinks or in the random plasticware cabinets of the people we helped. Some were under the carseats of drivers, too.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 28, 2010, 11:56:04 AM
Why doesn't DH take the trash out to the curb the night before trash day, as everyone else on our street does, instead of insisting on waking up in a panic every Friday morning and sprinting out there before the truck goes by?  Why?  He says it's easier this way.  It's not easier for me getting woke up three hours ahead of schedule, and since he says waking up suddenly gives him a massive headache I fail to see how it's better for him, either. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 28, 2010, 12:30:48 PM
Why doesn't DH take the trash out to the curb the night before trash day, as everyone else on our street does, instead of insisting on waking up in a panic every Friday morning and sprinting out there before the truck goes by?


I won't take the trash out after dark, as it's considered bad luck in Asian culture (and I'm not Asian!)

I owned a black cat and breaking mirrors doesn't bother me, but I get trash out before dark or get it out early on trash day.

And no hats on the bed, please.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on May 28, 2010, 01:30:52 PM
Why doesn't DH take the trash out to the curb the night before trash day, as everyone else on our street does, instead of insisting on waking up in a panic every Friday morning and sprinting out there before the truck goes by?  Why?  He says it's easier this way.  It's not easier for me getting woke up three hours ahead of schedule, and since he says waking up suddenly gives him a massive headache I fail to see how it's better for him, either. 

Wouldn't be easier for both of you if you just took it out then?  (Not trying to pick on you or anything but that does seem to be a better solution.  :)  Unless there's a reason why you can't do it.)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on May 28, 2010, 02:08:53 PM
Why doesn't DH take the trash out to the curb the night before trash day, as everyone else on our street does, instead of insisting on waking up in a panic every Friday morning and sprinting out there before the truck goes by?  Why?  He says it's easier this way.  It's not easier for me getting woke up three hours ahead of schedule, and since he says waking up suddenly gives him a massive headache I fail to see how it's better for him, either. 

Wouldn't be easier for both of you if you just took it out then?  (Not trying to pick on you or anything but that does seem to be a better solution.  :)  Unless there's a reason why you can't do it.)

I refuse to take the garbage in and out during nice weather because the bins are always completely entangled in spider webs.  *shudder*

(the city makes us use ones kind of like these (http://www.southernmallee.sa.gov.au/webdata/resources/images/Garbage_Bin_.JPG), and they get into the handles and under the lid and stuff; it's absolutely horrifying)

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MommyPenguin on May 28, 2010, 02:14:12 PM
What does BESKO RTL OK mean? It's on a sticker on a sign I go by every day. It looks like a bumper sticker.

I googled this, and I find "BESKO OK RTL" on some forums with graffiti.  So maybe some reference to graffiti or gang signs?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on May 28, 2010, 02:30:48 PM
Why doesn't DH take the trash out to the curb the night before trash day, as everyone else on our street does, instead of insisting on waking up in a panic every Friday morning and sprinting out there before the truck goes by?  Why?  He says it's easier this way.  It's not easier for me getting woke up three hours ahead of schedule, and since he says waking up suddenly gives him a massive headache I fail to see how it's better for him, either.  

When we lived at the top of a hill in Kentucky on a short street (five houses in the cul de sac) and we were #2 to be picked up - he would holler from the bathroom, half dressed, sometimes still in the bath, that I needed to run the trash down as he had forgotten to do it before (whatever he was doing an hour before my alarm clock rang - he jogged in the mornings)...........by the time I would get up, grab a robe, run downstairs, open the garage door, and start down the driveway (60 feet or more) - the truck would be whipping around the corner on its way out of the cul de sac.

But he didn't like the way it looked if he left the trash out the night before - and the driveway was so long that it was ONE car wide even though it widened to enter the two car garage with a parking pad to the right of the garage away from the house - because there were some big trees and a change in the slope of the hillside that would have been awkward and expensive to prepare for a widening of the cement driveway.  

I have learned that I need to know when the trash truck shows up so that I can decide whether or not to ignore his "druthers" (Southern for "would rather" or "would prefer") and just take the trash out the night before.  Now I am up in the mornings to get the guys off to school (teacher and student) so I can put it out after I do a little cleaning & emptying of the trash cans in the house the next morning or just after the car pulls out of the driveway.  It just depends on school schedules, trash schedules, and how full the trash can is, some days.   If it is totally full and I am going to be cleaning the next day (will need more space) - I put it out the night before.

And the once a month heavy trash pickup goes out the night before or there won't be two guys to carry it out for me (replaced two toilets).  If they don't do it - I am not a petite woman - but some things are just to heavy for less than two people.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Penguinity on May 28, 2010, 02:32:20 PM
What does BESKO RTL OK mean? It's on a sticker on a sign I go by every day. It looks like a bumper sticker.

I googled this, and I find "BESKO OK RTL" on some forums with graffiti.  So maybe some reference to graffiti or gang signs?

Maybe. But it's pretty discreet, for graffiti. Well, mystery solved I guess.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on May 28, 2010, 02:54:55 PM
Why doesn't DH take the trash out to the curb the night before trash day, as everyone else on our street does, instead of insisting on waking up in a panic every Friday morning and sprinting out there before the truck goes by?  Why?  He says it's easier this way.  It's not easier for me getting woke up three hours ahead of schedule, and since he says waking up suddenly gives him a massive headache I fail to see how it's better for him, either. 

Wouldn't be easier for both of you if you just took it out then?  (Not trying to pick on you or anything but that does seem to be a better solution.  :)  Unless there's a reason why you can't do it.)

I don't feel picked on. :)  I do take it out sometimes, and when the kids are in school I usually bring it back in when I get home from picking them up, but usually I don't do it because all he has to do is mow the lawn and take out the garbage.  It annoys me when he doesn't do one or the other.  (I also think I shouldn't have to ask him to take out a full bag of garbage, but I'm not making that a hill to die on.)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 28, 2010, 04:23:58 PM



I refuse to take the garbage in and out during nice weather because the bins are always completely entangled in spider webs.  *shudder*



Get some heavy duty gloves.

And a ten foot pole.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on May 28, 2010, 11:29:50 PM
I refuse to take the garbage in and out during nice weather because the bins are always completely entangled in spider webs.  *shudder*

Get some heavy duty gloves.

And a ten foot pole.

For a rational person, that would be enough.  For a lunatic like me, I would only envision spiders darting up the pole and crawling into the gloves, which would be even worse than one crawling onto my bare hand.

I so wish I were joking.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: HushHush on May 28, 2010, 11:31:52 PM
Here's another one :D. Where did the dog and cat go? Growing up we had a cockapoo dog named pepper. We got him from a coworker of my dad so we didn't really know how old he was. I was 12 when we got him and 20 when I'm home for the weekend and noticed pepper wasn't around.
No one had seen him for a couple days and he was so old and crippled, he'd just sit by the front door if he got out. Still no idea what happened to him.
The cat was about 18 and had been declining in health but my parents weren't too concerned about taking her to the vet. They aren't the best pet parents. Last fall, I again noticed I hadn't seen kitty around and neither had anyone else. No decomposing smell either. She just vanished.
If the current dog goes missing, I think they might have a black hole in their backyard!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Zenith on May 29, 2010, 05:56:59 AM
I think I have found and answer to one of my own little mysteries.

A few months ago I noticed I was low on panties so I bought some more. Fast forward a few weeks and I've lost them all. Completely bewildered I bought more and then they also vanished. I accuse the dog and the washing machine of eating them and look everywhere and find nothing. Panties keep going missing.

Stumped I literally start tracking my panties from when I take them off, to the washing machine, to the line and back to my underwear draw. The missing panties slow down in vanishing but don't stop.

Well, last night when I had a shower, I stripped in my bedroom and left my clothes there while I had a shower. When I come back my cat has wrapped herself in my underwear, purring loudly and when she sees me she bolts under the house, still wrapped in my panties. (I have a cat flap in the floor in my room that goes directly under the house)

I just got back all cobwebby from crawling under the house, I can now confidently report I've found the El Dorado of knickers. Jeez. Guess some apologies to the dog and the washing machine are in order.


Y'know, it's a really good thing you discovered that before something needed repairing and involved the repairman going into the crawlspace.

Err, I don't think I did. I had an electrician come in to install a reverse cycle air conditioner not too long ago and the easiest way was to run a power line was under the house. He sent his skinny apprentice under the house (it's extremely narrow) and I heard giggling drifting through the floor but it didn't occur to me until now why he giggled or blushed when he saw me. I thought he saw my cat doing something silly, not saw the result of her silliness.

I wonder if I have a nickname now? The underwear lady? The panty piler? The possiblities are endless *grin*

Poor kid, he didn't look more that seventeen. Oh well, this is one story that'll make him laugh for a while.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on May 29, 2010, 07:16:52 AM
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The cat was about 18 and had been declining in health but my parents weren't too concerned about taking her to the vet.

My parents owned the most beautiful, sweetest cat in the world.   She merely showed up at their house and stayed 12 years.  Nobody knows how old she was at the time, though.

She started declining in health and one day just disappeared, without a trace.

I'd like to think she found another family who needed a sweet and beautiful cat for another 12 years.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: HushHush on October 17, 2010, 05:16:05 PM
Any new, unexplained mysteries?  I love reading these.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on October 17, 2010, 05:28:45 PM
More kitchen ones from me.  I acquired six 7.5'' beige and red plates.  Found them sitting on my kitchen table in a brown paper bag, individually wrapped with tags still on them  ???.  I didn't buy them and my DH has no idea where they came from either.

I like them though and they sort of match my dishes.  Don't have the foggiest idea where they came from...anyone in the kitchen portal network missing a bunch of plates?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Daffydilly on October 17, 2010, 08:14:43 PM
Why is it when I keep my cell phone on me or really close by no one ever calls me? But the one time I forget it in the car for an evening I have ten missed calls the next morning?

Or I know I'm getting a good signal all day because I haven't left home all day. But I get a "You have a message" text for a missed call. And the dang call itself nevers shows up on my history?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ginlyn32 on October 17, 2010, 08:30:26 PM
Why is it when I keep my cell phone on me or really close by no one ever calls me? But the one time I forget it in the car for an evening I have ten missed calls the next morning?

Or I know I'm getting a good signal all day because I haven't left home all day. But I get a "You have a message" text for a missed call. And the dang call itself nevers shows up on my history?

I have that happen too.

I'll be sitting with my phone right next to me and my DH will call sometime later in the day and say "where were you earlier...I tried to call and it went straight to Voicemail."

I know my house has dead zones because every time I am in certain areas, my phone will disconnect. I have to go outside to get the best signal.

My other one is when I am away from home, the school will call and I will have to go pick up one of my kids. I'm usually doing something pretty important and DH will be unavailable.

ginlyn
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cyradis on October 17, 2010, 08:59:34 PM
Where did my navy blue dress go? I brought it back from the US in 2002, wore it a few times and then, poof, vanished into the ether  ??? I liked that dress.

Teaspoons - members of an alien species, in my opinion. I believe millions of them fled their own planet centuries ago and adapted cheerfully to life in human kitchens and dining rooms. The ones that vanish are spies for their home planet who return to report. Socks too.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on October 17, 2010, 10:21:03 PM
I had a small time slip the other night, BF confirmed this seperetly.

We were both coming home from his house and stopped by a minimart to pick up a couple of 20 oz.

The time we got back in the car?  12:43.

When I got home, the clock now read 12:42.

I caught BF before he left and he told me that did happen.  His side said he checked his cell on the way into the store and out again, and had checked when I was getting out of the car when we reached my house.  He is slightly OCD about that.

But we both went back a few minutes, and now I wonder if I was at the soda shop still when I was being dropped off...  ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Sirius on October 17, 2010, 11:14:49 PM
Chip wears his cell phone at his waist. If he bumps against something a certain way, the phone will automatically redial the last number dialed. Very weird.

So does the man who's lead singer of the band in which Mr. Sirius plays keyboards.  I answered the phone once to hear the sound of him talking to someone and a flushing toilet. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Ms_Shell on October 17, 2010, 11:33:12 PM
This one actually just happened to me this weekend.

This past Friday/Saturday was my Navy Reserve drill weekend.  We're required to wear a certain uniform on drill days.  I got up on Saturday morning, dressed out in my full uniform, and looked for my cover (hat) so I could get there on time.  I always leave every item of clothing in the exact same place every time, because there are a lot of little accessories that are required for the uniforms that could easily get lost (neckerchiefs, ribbons, blousing straps, etc.)  However, my cover was not in its designated spot when I looked for it.  

No problem, I think.  Maybe DH moved it somehow.  DH says, no he hasn't seen it, but cheerfully helped me tear the place apart as I'm panicking (we can't walk outside in uniform without a cover.  It Just Isn't Done.  It's the fast way to be talked to most unpleasantly by a chief or an officer.)  Was it in the car? No.  Was it in any room in the apartment? No.  Closet? Patio? FREEZER?  No, no and no.  I quickly call my supervisor to tell him the situation and ask him whether he wants me to come in my super-formal dress blues or possibly not come at all?  Just come in your sweat suit, he tells me.  We're having our annual physical exam anyway, and most people will probably just show up in their uniform sweats.  I sigh, thank him and change my uniform, hanging it back up correctly and making the bed (this becomes important).

Meanwhile, DH has been at the rehab center with his father the entire day (we left the house at the same time.)  I finish work and get home, walk into the bedroom and change out of my sweats and into regular clothes.  DH comes home about that time and we have a lovely dinner and watch The Fantastic Mr. Fox (good movie, by the way-I highly recommend it.)  I had fallen asleep about midway through the movie and DH woke me up to go to bed while he turned off the electronics, checked to make sure the doors were locked and so forth.  I walked into the bedroom and exhausted, flung myself on top of the made bed.  I felt something lumpy underneath my back and pulled out...my cover.  Yes, the one that had not been in the bedroom a mere four hours before when I had changed out of my sweats.

I'm a woman of logic and science - I know that imps and goblins don't really exist.

Do they?  ???
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Sirius on October 17, 2010, 11:48:25 PM
Blue2000 and Shea - the LDS Church maintains a genealogical website at www.familysearch.org  (http://www.familysearch.org) that contains all if not most of the LDS genealogy records as well as a great many from Europe, many d@ting to the 17th century. You may be able to find things relating to your families there. We found DH's maternal ancestors in Germany back to 1666.

I just rechecked. That is the one that has my family so messed up. However, none of them are LDS, if that makes a difference.

I'm not saying your information is wrong at all; just be cautious.

Edit: Just saw a quote of mine, so came back to fix sloppy wording. How many times do I need to proof to get it right?

I'm on Ancestry.com, and I've fixed everything I've found that was wrong.  On another website I found my dad listed as dead (he's not) and my mother listed as alive (she's not.)   

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Fliss on October 17, 2010, 11:59:42 PM

In some Australian Aboriginal societies, there was a mythical creature called a 'puk-wudgie'. They weren't evil, just mischievous. This sounds like the sort of thing they'd do.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: guihong on October 18, 2010, 01:59:05 AM
Yesterday, I tore my wallet apart looking for a $5 bill I knew was in there.  Cards, receipts, all of it out.  No $5, which I'd put in there not an hour before. 

I forgot about it, except for the frustration, until later on last night when I went in there to get something-and the $5 fluttered out of a compartment I know I'd checked.  Where was it?

gui
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on October 18, 2010, 06:31:34 AM
Yesterday, I tore my wallet apart looking for a $5 bill I knew was in there.  Cards, receipts, all of it out.  No $5, which I'd put in there not an hour before.  

I forgot about it, except for the frustration, until later on last night when I went in there to get something-and the $5 fluttered out of a compartment I know I'd checked.  Where was it?

gui
This reminds me of a few weeks ago.  I stopped at the bank on my way home from work on a Friday so I could have some mad money for the weekend.  I checked the bank envelope and sealed it before I put it in my wallet ...while I was still at the bank.  I ended up not feeling so well and stayed in all weekend.  I never even left the house just stayed in bed....never opened my purse either.  Monday I decided to go treat myself to lunch...all my cash was gone.all.of.it. Envelope still there, still sealed.   ??? Where did my cash disappear to?  It still hasn't turned up.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LTrew on October 18, 2010, 07:25:17 AM
Mine's more like the genealogical mysteries rather than the truly interesting creepy ones.

I'm descended from Brigham Young on my maternal grandfather's side. Nobody in the family is Mormon anymore; in fact, my grandfather is Jewish. At least he was raised Jewish. A few years ago he was visiting me in Portland and we drove past the enormous Mormon Temple. He asked brightly if I thought they'd let him in, and when I said probably not, he said "You know, I was baptized a Mormon when I was a baby."  ??? He didn't know how or why, but he has a certificate saying he was baptized (right after his bris or something? I have no idea). It was pretty weird. I would love to figure out the LDS ancestors, learn which of Young's wives we're descended from, and how the family went from being Mormon to being Jewish. Odd transition. I hope someday to go to Salt Lake City and try to find this stuff in the records, since the LDS Church keeps excellent genealogical records.

He was probably just given a name and a blessing, LDS people don't believe in infant baptism or original sin.  We don't get baptised until we are eight years old and mature enough to understand the concept, but you do get blessed and formally given a name when you are a baby.

I have the general losing things stories (seriously, where did that pearl earring go?) but the weirdest thing that ever happened was a phone call when I was young.

My parents were out on a date and I was watching my younger brothers and sisters.  I couldn't have been any older than 12 as my mom was pregnant with my youngest sister at the time.  I got a phone call from a young sounding very drunk man who asked for my mother by name, I told him she was out and asked to take a message and he started blubbering about how he wanted her back and was so upset that she had left him and he'd made a terrible mistake and how was the baby(!), blah blah blah, he was talking about going clubbing with her and about the baby and all sorts of things.  The only problem was that my mom was definitely not who he was talking about.   She hadn't been going out clubbing or hooking up with guys who sounded like they were in their early twenties, she was at home with her other seven kids and my dad!
It still weirds me out that this guy managed to get a number with not only a lady with the same exact name, but who was pregnant as well.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on October 18, 2010, 10:26:44 AM
My current biggest mystery is the whereabouts of my cell phone, and it's making me truly insane. I even got on the website to look at the call history. I last used it Saturday afternoon to call my work, then went inside to take a shower. It has vanished.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 18, 2010, 11:09:37 AM
Have you tried to call yourself? That usually works for me.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on October 18, 2010, 11:13:24 AM
Where did the legs to the couch go?

When DH was in the Air Force, Uncle Sam moved us every 3 years or so.  One move, in order to get the couch out through the door, they had to take the legs off of it.  I watched them put the legs in a box, they sealed it, and I noted on the box what was in it. (Which annoyed the movers -- but they never had to hunt through 4 or 5 boxes all marked "Kichen mis" looking for the tea kettle!)  I watched them put the box on the truck.

When we got to the new place, the couch legs were gone.  The box was still sealed, and there was no sign that it had been opened and resealed.  It would have been easy to spot -- the boxes were new and removing the original tape would have damaged the box; cutting the tape and sealing over it would also be easy to see.  And the stuff could not have been transferred to a new box, because my notations were still on it.

So where did they go?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on October 18, 2010, 11:19:16 AM
Have you tried to call yourself? That usually works for me.

It rolls to voice mail. My phone can only go without charging for 18 hours or so, so I'm sure it's dead.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kimblee on October 18, 2010, 11:21:00 AM
He was probably just given a name and a blessing, LDS people don't believe in infant baptism or original sin. 

Wow, I really like that. The church I grew up in told us that babies who aren't baptised go to hell. Its haunted me, even though I know it isn't true at all.

(No, not a Catholic church. For some reason a few people I've told about my old church ask that. I won't say what denom. it was, because I've met truely wonderful folks from dif. congragations of same and think my old church shouldn't dirty them.    :))
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cellardoor14 on October 18, 2010, 11:32:04 AM
Where did the legs to the couch go?

When DH was in the Air Force, Uncle Sam moved us every 3 years or so.  One move, in order to get the couch out through the door, they had to take the legs off of it.  I watched them put the legs in a box, they sealed it, and I noted on the box what was in it. (Which annoyed the movers -- but they never had to hunt through 4 or 5 boxes all marked "Kichen mis" looking for the tea kettle!)  I watched them put the box on the truck.

When we got to the new place, the couch legs were gone.  The box was still sealed, and there was no sign that it had been opened and resealed.  It would have been easy to spot -- the boxes were new and removing the original tape would have damaged the box; cutting the tape and sealing over it would also be easy to see.  And the stuff could not have been transferred to a new box, because my notations were still on it.

So where did they go?

I've had that happen twice in moves. 

One time it was a box of ties and shirts with only the shirts arriving, and the other it was a box with an entire cot bed where just four *large* slates of wood disappeared.  The boxes were packed either by,or in front of us, and what would one set movers do with old ties or the another set want part of a cheap cot bed?

I'm guessing Moving Imps
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on October 18, 2010, 11:59:36 AM
Where did the legs to the couch go?

When DH was in the Air Force, Uncle Sam moved us every 3 years or so.  One move, in order to get the couch out through the door, they had to take the legs off of it.  I watched them put the legs in a box, they sealed it, and I noted on the box what was in it. (Which annoyed the movers -- but they never had to hunt through 4 or 5 boxes all marked "Kichen mis" looking for the tea kettle!)  I watched them put the box on the truck.

When we got to the new place, the couch legs were gone.  The box was still sealed, and there was no sign that it had been opened and resealed.  It would have been easy to spot -- the boxes were new and removing the original tape would have damaged the box; cutting the tape and sealing over it would also be easy to see.  And the stuff could not have been transferred to a new box, because my notations were still on it.

So where did they go?

I've had that happen twice in moves. 

One time it was a box of ties and shirts with only the shirts arriving, and the other it was a box with an entire cot bed where just four *large* slates of wood disappeared.  The boxes were packed either by,or in front of us, and what would one set movers do with old ties or the another set want part of a cheap cot bed?

I'm guessing Moving Imps

I unpacked in 1998 (last move before this one) to find that my Oneida stainless was missing - five dish packs (big china cabinet) and NONE of them had the stainless.  Granted, we were moving out of a two story house and I was the only adult there that day, with a four year old (the teenaged Ambrosia Hino had taken off with her BFF to say goodbye to friends - NOT authorized, but no second cell phone to track her down with).  I was getting called from one location to another every few minutes - but the stainless was marked as having been in one of those boxes.

Fortunately, we did manage to get the paperwork together (not the first time I had the paperwork together but the first time that I did it myself instead of handing it to the military member to take care of) and file a claim with Uncle Sam (military move) to get paid for what was broken or missing (and it added up).  THAT set is still in the new house (and has had a few more pieces added - I needed iced tea spoons and wanted four extra place settings - long story). 

My assumption was that someone in the packing crew had a need for eight place settings of stainless and "shopped" my stuff while I was upstairs...........but it could have been Coyote, Crow, Loki, or any number of other tricksters from mythology.  I just can't figure out why they'd want used stainless!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elphaba on October 18, 2010, 12:35:26 PM
Before I dig into this thread, I'll go ahead and add my own before I forget. This one isn't actually all mine, but belongs to my mom too.

Years back (1990 or so), while at a festival of some sort my mom did a rubbing of an old English (?) relief work. Her finished product was a black paper with the rubbing of a knight-looking fellow in gold. She really loved it and planned on having it framed and hanging it somewhere in the house. To preserve it for the ride home it was placed in a cardboard tube with the name of the rubbing, "Yeoman of the Crown" written on the outside. Somewhere between the festival and home, or unpacking the car while getting home, the tube dis sapeared. Mom was quite upset, but we all remembered seeing it in the car so we knew it had at least made it that far. We all looked for it for quite some time, but never found it and eventually gave up.

Well, in 1991 we moved into a small rental house while building our "new" house and put lots of stuff in storage that couldn't fit into the rental. No one remembers seeing the "Yeoman of the Crown" while packing up the old house. Mom was again upset by not finding him feeling that this meant he was truly "gone" - we'd left him at the festival, it'd fallen out while we were leaving or something of that nature.

In the fall of 1992, we finally finished the "new" house and moved in. One day, while going through the mountain of boxes in the garage that had been sitting in storage for over a year, I found a cardboard tube. I was 10, and in trying to read the badly faded words written on the tube I asked my mom what the "Yee-oh-man of the Crayon was?" I remember her and my dad's eyes lighting up as they both yelled "Yeoman of the Crown!!" There was much rejoicing over having located the long-lost rubbing and I felt like quite the hero for my accidental discovery.

But...if it ended there, it wouldn't be a mystery then, would it? Well, upon finding it my parents decided to put it aside in a safe place so that once we were done unpacking we could find it again and finally give it the framing it had so long been waiting for.

And what's that they say about things put in "safe places"? Yup, it's gone again and has never been seen since that day back in 1992. We know it's never left the "new" house and hasn't been packed up again since they still live there but no one has any idea where the darn thing is.

It's become a great running family joke though. Now any time someone looses something the answer they get is always, "Maybe the Yeoman of the Crown" has it?"  ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on October 18, 2010, 12:42:43 PM
My current biggest mystery is the whereabouts of my cell phone, and it's making me truly insane. I even got on the website to look at the call history. I last used it Saturday afternoon to call my work, then went inside to take a shower. It has vanished.

Back in the pager days, I lost mine and looked everywhere.    Calling it did no good.

Finally, it started that low battery beeping and a friend heard it.

On my lawn.

After it rained.

Still worked.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 18, 2010, 01:29:39 PM
Have you tried to call yourself? That usually works for me.

It rolls to voice mail. My phone can only go without charging for 18 hours or so, so I'm sure it's dead.

Yeah. I figured you would do the obvious. Rats! Good luck.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Shea on October 18, 2010, 01:31:38 PM
Mine's more like the genealogical mysteries rather than the truly interesting creepy ones.

I'm descended from Brigham Young on my maternal grandfather's side. Nobody in the family is Mormon anymore; in fact, my grandfather is Jewish. At least he was raised Jewish. A few years ago he was visiting me in Portland and we drove past the enormous Mormon Temple. He asked brightly if I thought they'd let him in, and when I said probably not, he said "You know, I was baptized a Mormon when I was a baby."  ??? He didn't know how or why, but he has a certificate saying he was baptized (right after his bris or something? I have no idea). It was pretty weird. I would love to figure out the LDS ancestors, learn which of Young's wives we're descended from, and how the family went from being Mormon to being Jewish. Odd transition. I hope someday to go to Salt Lake City and try to find this stuff in the records, since the LDS Church keeps excellent genealogical records.

He was probably just given a name and a blessing, LDS people don't believe in infant baptism or original sin.  We don't get baptised until we are eight years old and mature enough to understand the concept, but you do get blessed and formally given a name when you are a baby.

Huh, that's interesting. Do they give out paperwork for that then? Because he does have something of that nature, I assumed it was a baptismal certificate and didn't look at it too closely. I guess that makes it a bit less odd.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Daffydilly on October 18, 2010, 01:49:50 PM
When I was five, our apartment burned down and took almost everything with it. My mother found a rubber chicken/duck of mine and five of a six piece ceramic duckling set. The duckling set missed a sixth duck she never found. And I've kept them all my life. You can see the scorch marks on the them from the smoke damage.

Ten years later, we had moved to Iowa and I lost a dear grandmother early in the year. Oddly enough, ten years to the day after loosing our apartment, we went to visit my grandfather to comfort him. The aunts had cleaned the house from attic to basement. There wasn't any dust or doodads left lying about. But when my grandfather took my parents up to the attic to look at something, there was a little ceramic duck sitting in the middle of the floor.

My mom recognized the pattern as the one I'd lost in the fire. She picked it up and my grandfather said "huh, I think that's for your daughter." A little background, my grandmother collected ceramic shoes and dishes. She didn't collect cutesy little animal figurines. but the family figured she'd wanted to let us know she was alright. And it was the missing duck figure. Same markings and colors I remembered. but just a little bigger than the original five.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on October 18, 2010, 02:40:29 PM
My assumption was that someone in the packing crew had a need for eight place settings of stainless and "shopped" my stuff while I was upstairs...........but it could have been Coyote, Crow, Loki, or any number of other tricksters from mythology.  I just can't figure out why they'd want used stainless!
Because even Tricksters can have large families, and need the extra place settings!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: HushHush on October 18, 2010, 03:03:43 PM
Mine's more like the genealogical mysteries rather than the truly interesting creepy ones.

I'm descended from Brigham Young on my maternal grandfather's side. Nobody in the family is Mormon anymore; in fact, my grandfather is Jewish. At least he was raised Jewish. A few years ago he was visiting me in Portland and we drove past the enormous Mormon Temple. He asked brightly if I thought they'd let him in, and when I said probably not, he said "You know, I was baptized a Mormon when I was a baby."  ??? He didn't know how or why, but he has a certificate saying he was baptized (right after his bris or something? I have no idea). It was pretty weird. I would love to figure out the LDS ancestors, learn which of Young's wives we're descended from, and how the family went from being Mormon to being Jewish. Odd transition. I hope someday to go to Salt Lake City and try to find this stuff in the records, since the LDS Church keeps excellent genealogical records.

He was probably just given a name and a blessing, LDS people don't believe in infant baptism or original sin.  We don't get baptised until we are eight years old and mature enough to understand the concept, but you do get blessed and formally given a name when you are a baby.

Huh, that's interesting. Do they give out paperwork for that then? Because he does have something of that nature, I assumed it was a baptismal certificate and didn't look at it too closely. I guess that makes it a bit less odd.

There is a certificate of blessing given to the parents.  It says the day of the blessing, name of the baby and I think who did it and what ward it was done in.  It does look like a baptismal certificate though.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 18, 2010, 03:36:18 PM
Yesterday, I was rushing out the door for work and I heard a 'beep'. It sounded like it was coming from my pocket. I have a little timer, so I thought it was the timer beeping. I need the timer for work, so I searched my pockets in the car. No timer. No watch. Nothing that beeped. ???

I found the timer eventually - I had left it at work. Set it down, walked away to get something...

And I hear another beep. Coming from my pocket again.

Still don't know what the heck it is.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on October 18, 2010, 03:39:23 PM
Yesterday, I was rushing out the door for work and I heard a 'beep'. It sounded like it was coming from my pocket. I have a little timer, so I thought it was the timer beeping. I need the timer for work, so I searched my pockets in the car. No timer. No watch. Nothing that beeped. ???

I found the timer eventually - I had left it at work. Set it down, walked away to get something...

And I hear another beep. Coming from my pocket again.

Still don't know what the heck it is.

Was it a jacket pocket or something with a lining?  My coat has a tiny hole in one of the pockets.  I lost a LOT of things to the lining of my coat before I figured out what was wrong.  Is it possible something is stuck inside the lining, not the pocket?

I've also noticed that certain frequencies seem to throw their voices a little.  Our coffee maker has this very quiet, high-pitched beep when it's done brewing, and when it turns off the warmer under the pot.  Even if I'm standing right next to it, it sounds like it's coming from the living room.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 18, 2010, 03:54:49 PM
The pocket of my jacket has a lining. I don't know what would be in there, the timer is the only thing I own with a loud beep. Gremlins complaining about the lack of space, maybe?

My uniform pockets at work do not have a liner, or any place to hide anything. :-\
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on October 18, 2010, 04:03:32 PM
The pocket of my jacket has a lining. I don't know what would be in there, the timer is the only thing I own with a loud beep. Gremlins complaining about the lack of space, maybe?

My uniform pockets at work do not have a liner, or any place to hide anything. :-\

something else with a battery that beeps when it gets low? Missing a cell phone?

or sombodys watch with a timer?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 18, 2010, 04:39:54 PM
LOL, just had a thought.

I lose watches like mad. Some of them have had timers. One of them went off at a certain time for years - I could hear it. But I couldn't ever find it!

So now I think maybe the gremlins got tired of stealing watches and are sending them back. ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: geordicat on October 18, 2010, 05:23:48 PM
Have you tried to call yourself? That usually works for me.

It rolls to voice mail. My phone can only go without charging for 18 hours or so, so I'm sure it's dead.

Check the couch cushions.   Move the cushions and check all down the cracks there.

The 35 cents you will find is mine.  :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on October 18, 2010, 05:31:44 PM
The pocket of my jacket has a lining. I don't know what would be in there, the timer is the only thing I own with a loud beep. Gremlins complaining about the lack of space, maybe?

My uniform pockets at work do not have a liner, or any place to hide anything. :-\

something else with a battery that beeps when it gets low? Missing a cell phone?

or sombodys watch with a timer?
It's Pinky's cell phone! ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Barney girl on October 18, 2010, 05:41:57 PM
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The cat was about 18 and had been declining in health but my parents weren't too concerned about taking her to the vet.

My parents owned the most beautiful, sweetest cat in the world.   She merely showed up at their house and stayed 12 years.  Nobody knows how old she was at the time, though.

She started declining in health and one day just disappeared, without a trace.

I'd like to think she found another family who needed a sweet and beautiful cat for another 12 years.

Not a mystery, but this reminded me of my first cat. I found he had a heart condition and the vet said he only had a short time to go. When he disappeared I came to the sad conclusion he'd gone to find somewhere to die. I looked for him for several days.
One night I was coming down the stairs, just using the light from the landing upstairs, so the hall floor was in semi-darkness. There was a shape there and I told myself how silly I was for thinking it looked like my cat. Then it miaowed. I only had him for a few more days, but was so happy that he came back to me just for that time.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on October 18, 2010, 05:42:04 PM
Have you tried to call yourself? That usually works for me.

It rolls to voice mail. My phone can only go without charging for 18 hours or so, so I'm sure it's dead.

Check the couch cushions.   Move the cushions and check all down the cracks there.

The 35 cents you will find is mine.  :P
and under/around the seats in your car...stuff LOVES to hide there.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on October 18, 2010, 06:07:16 PM
My assumption was that someone in the packing crew had a need for eight place settings of stainless and "shopped" my stuff while I was upstairs...........but it could have been Coyote, Crow, Loki, or any number of other tricksters from mythology.  I just can't figure out why they'd want used stainless!
Because even Tricksters can have large families, and need the extra place settings!

Well, if it had been Kokopelli, I could understand the need for more place settings - but I'm pretty sure eight wouldn't have been near enough, based on the stories..............eighty might not have been enough..........he got around.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on October 18, 2010, 08:21:45 PM
Crow/Raven, now... corvids are attracted to shiny things, right?  ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 19, 2010, 08:12:55 AM
The pocket of my jacket has a lining. I don't know what would be in there, the timer is the only thing I own with a loud beep. Gremlins complaining about the lack of space, maybe?

My uniform pockets at work do not have a liner, or any place to hide anything. :-\

something else with a battery that beeps when it gets low? Missing a cell phone?

or sombodys watch with a timer?
It's Pinky's cell phone! ;D

LOL!

I'll make you a deal, Pinky830. You check in the couch cushions and give me all the strange watches you find, and I'll give you all my unidentified cellphones. OK? :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RegionMom on October 19, 2010, 08:30:23 AM
Hey, who gets all the lost change? 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 19, 2010, 08:47:00 AM
Whoever claims it. :D I don't think I've lost any. I have an overflowing change jar - I think the gremlins put extra in it while I sleep.

Anyone lose a few thousand pennies?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: faithlessone on October 19, 2010, 09:24:39 AM
Last summer (2009), there was this noise in our house. It was like someone had left their mobile on the floor, on vibrate, and they were getting a text message. Just 2 short "brrrr brrrr" noises in quick succession. It started out just every now and then, and we all thought we were just imagining it / someone really had left their phone on the floor. Then, for 3 straight days, it happened every 7 minutes (on the dot - yes, I kept timing it, it was driving me insane).

We were fairly sure it was coming from my housemate's floorboards, but we got the landlord to pull them up, and couldn't find anything. It then just happened every couple of hours, then after 2 more days, it just stopped entirely. Absolutely no idea what it was, or why it suddenly started/stopped. Bizarre!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elphaba on October 19, 2010, 09:33:41 AM
Yesterday, I was rushing out the door for work and I heard a 'beep'. It sounded like it was coming from my pocket. I have a little timer, so I thought it was the timer beeping. I need the timer for work, so I searched my pockets in the car. No timer. No watch. Nothing that beeped. ???

I found the timer eventually - I had left it at work. Set it down, walked away to get something...

And I hear another beep. Coming from my pocket again.

Still don't know what the heck it is.

Eons ago a friend's father built an addition on to their house to expand the kitchen. A few days after it was completed, various family members started hearing a soft beep in the kitchen but couldn't locate the origin. It wasn't a the new stove, microwave or anything but seemed to go off about once an hour, on the hour. It got to the point where they positioned every family member in a different part of the kitchen at 5 till to try to locate where it was coming from but it was so faint they couldn't find it. A few days after that, the father realized he was missing a sports watch...

The beeping continued for YEARS after that, but slowly started to miss the hour mark by more and more until it finially stopped  ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RegionMom on October 19, 2010, 10:09:16 AM
Like the Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe!
But...without the murder and police and the freak-out!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: morkiecoco on October 19, 2010, 12:50:06 PM
I was home on a sunday during the end of tax season.  I was tired from all the long hours, and just wanted to nap.  Layed down, and heard a buzz, buzz, buzz... went on for 45 mins.  I looked everywhere and could not figure out where this buzzing noise was coming from.  After 45 mins, I smelt smoke, and saw in the crawl space fire. (crawl space was 4 feet tall)  Went and turned off the main house breakers, (I had electric heat) and the buzzing sound finally stopped, as well as the fire.  Turns out it was the electric heaters in the crawl space.  the thermostat got stuck open and was making the buzzing sound.  Thank god I was home to turn off the power, the fire chief said that i had saved my whole house from burning down.  to this day I am blessed it happened that one day that I was home, being I was out of the house 15+ hours a day at work for the past 3 months.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on October 19, 2010, 01:12:28 PM
The pocket of my jacket has a lining. I don't know what would be in there, the timer is the only thing I own with a loud beep. Gremlins complaining about the lack of space, maybe?

My uniform pockets at work do not have a liner, or any place to hide anything. :-\

something else with a battery that beeps when it gets low? Missing a cell phone?

or sombodys watch with a timer?
It's Pinky's cell phone! ;D

<g>
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Sirius on October 19, 2010, 01:17:52 PM
Where did the legs to the couch go?

When DH was in the Air Force, Uncle Sam moved us every 3 years or so.  One move, in order to get the couch out through the door, they had to take the legs off of it.  I watched them put the legs in a box, they sealed it, and I noted on the box what was in it. (Which annoyed the movers -- but they never had to hunt through 4 or 5 boxes all marked "Kichen mis" looking for the tea kettle!)  I watched them put the box on the truck.

When we got to the new place, the couch legs were gone.  The box was still sealed, and there was no sign that it had been opened and resealed.  It would have been easy to spot -- the boxes were new and removing the original tape would have damaged the box; cutting the tape and sealing over it would also be easy to see.  And the stuff could not have been transferred to a new box, because my notations were still on it.

So where did they go?

They're hiding out with the bag of hardware from our four-poster bed that disappeared when we moved after Mr. Sirius retired from the Air Force. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: WhiteTigerCub on October 19, 2010, 02:39:49 PM
For several months I would be sitting in my office, or sleeping in my bedroom and hear a "BUZZZZZZZ" after a few seconds it would stop. I would be happily playing WoW and would happen at odd times. There didn't seem to be any pattern to it, but it sounded like a piece of wire or strong or something that would get wrapped around something and then unwind. BUZZZZZZ, hour or so later, BUZZZZZ.

My mom came over and she heard it too, so I knew at this point I wasn't losing my mind. Looked everywhere for it, but could never figure out exactly where it was coming from. Mostly sounded like it was coming from inside the ceiling although with my high ceiling I knew there was nothing above that area that it could be.

One night the thing went off and woke me up and continued and continued. Que me searching high and wide again. No result. Go back to bed. Well the next day I had a guy in to do measurements on my windows as I was going to get new shutters. He pulls back the curtain and moves the window slightly. BUZZZZZZZ.

Mystery solved: Yeah, that buzz was a motion sensor thingie (very cheap) I had put on the window just after my EX moved out. Good thing, no one was trying to break into my house all that time. It was just a faulty motion sensor that decided on it's own when it would go off at random times.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on October 19, 2010, 02:48:51 PM
Where did the legs to the couch go?

When DH was in the Air Force, Uncle Sam moved us every 3 years or so.  One move, in order to get the couch out through the door, they had to take the legs off of it.  I watched them put the legs in a box, they sealed it, and I noted on the box what was in it. (Which annoyed the movers -- but they never had to hunt through 4 or 5 boxes all marked "Kichen mis" looking for the tea kettle!)  I watched them put the box on the truck.

When we got to the new place, the couch legs were gone.  The box was still sealed, and there was no sign that it had been opened and resealed.  It would have been easy to spot -- the boxes were new and removing the original tape would have damaged the box; cutting the tape and sealing over it would also be easy to see.  And the stuff could not have been transferred to a new box, because my notations were still on it.

So where did they go?

They're hiding out with the bag of hardware from our four-poster bed that disappeared when we moved after Mr. Sirius retired from the Air Force. 
And the 'H' volume of the 1965 World Book Encyclopedia that disappeared from my parents' boxes of books.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: guihong on October 19, 2010, 03:06:35 PM
Where did the legs to the couch go?

When DH was in the Air Force, Uncle Sam moved us every 3 years or so.  One move, in order to get the couch out through the door, they had to take the legs off of it.  I watched them put the legs in a box, they sealed it, and I noted on the box what was in it. (Which annoyed the movers -- but they never had to hunt through 4 or 5 boxes all marked "Kichen mis" looking for the tea kettle!)  I watched them put the box on the truck.

When we got to the new place, the couch legs were gone.  The box was still sealed, and there was no sign that it had been opened and resealed.  It would have been easy to spot -- the boxes were new and removing the original tape would have damaged the box; cutting the tape and sealing over it would also be easy to see.  And the stuff could not have been transferred to a new box, because my notations were still on it.

So where did they go?

They're hiding out with the bag of hardware from our four-poster bed that disappeared when we moved after Mr. Sirius retired from the Air Force. 
And the 'H' volume of the 1965 World Book Encyclopedia that disappeared from my parents' boxes of books.

And the drop ends from my dining-room table.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on October 19, 2010, 04:58:35 PM
And the six-foot-long claymore that disappeared during our most recent move.

Be careful where ya sit.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: penguinpants on October 19, 2010, 08:47:19 PM
Years ago, I rented a house that was clearly a portal to another dimension.

It was owned by a professor who was on sabbatical in another country for the year. He asked that his phone number be kept in service, and that I just pay for whatever calls I make. No problem: saved me some fun with the phone company. That, and he asked if I could keep a running message log for him, in case any friends or family were out of the loop. No problem: rent is uber-uber cheap.

This is a prelude to only some of the fun I had with that house.

One night, about 3:30 a.m., a call came through, someone asking for "Robbie" (my landlord was Robert). "He's in Germany," I said. The man became very upset, and yelled, "What is my son doing in Germany?!?"  My landlord was actually quite close with his family, so that was my first idea that something was wrong. "He's on sabbatical, sir," I respond. "My son is only young, only an undergraduate," he replied. Finally, I picked up on his accent. And that English was not his first language. And that he wasn't asking for Robbie, but for Ravi. I asked him what number he'd dialed, and he repeated the same to me. He read it directly from a letter his son had sent to him. The man apologized, but then asked if I would go and find his son for him. At that, we parted ways . . .

A few days later, I came home to an answering machine message, begging me to please wait a few more days, to be patient, that the money is on its way, she swears to God, she swears on her son's life, etc.  OK . . .   And more people would call, on a semi-regular basis. I guess the number was regularly confused for that of Mickey the Nose?

Other strange things happened, of course, because the house could travel between worlds. But the REAL mystery remains unsolved: Who "partied" in the house while I was at dinner with a date?

I came home, about 7:30, from a less-than-satisfactory date and called my good friend Frank to talk about it. While I was moving through the house, talking on the cordless and petting my dog, I noticed that her behavior was a little guilty.  I figured that she'd gotten sick on the carpet, so I just casually moved from room-to-room, looking for the mess, while telling Frank about my date's bizarre behavior.  I opened the door to the spare bedroom, which I hadn't remembered closing, and there on the floor was the tell-tale square packaging that indicates someone's been partying. I checked the trash can in there, and what comes in the packaging wasn't there. I checked every trashcan, and couldn't find it.

Frank, at this point, is laughing hysterically and begging to come over: "Don't touch ANYTHING!" he screamed.  I told him to come on by.  After a bad date and the uneasy knowledge that someone's been in my home, I figure I deserve a glass of wine. Mind, I didn't think to call the police. I just thought that a nice glass of wine with my friend sounded like a keen idea. I went into the kitchen to get my wine glasses down and make sure they're spot-free, only to discover a pair of glasses, drying in the dishrack.  I hadn't had any alcohol in the house in weeks, much less any wine.  I check the refrigerator, and sure enough, my wine bottle's been opened and it's mostly empty. I sighed and sat to wait for Frank. 

Once he came inside, we checked over everything, and found no other objects that had been used or touched, aside from handtowels, handsoap, and dish soap.  The way we figured they'd gotten in was through the patio door, which was unlocked, unfortunately.  But how they got past my dog, who tried to go for the poor lawn guy's throat, is beyond me.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on October 19, 2010, 09:09:23 PM
Or I know I'm getting a good signal all day because I haven't left home all day. But I get a "You have a message" text for a missed call. And the dang call itself nevers shows up on my history?

Do you happen to have a BlackBerry? That happens to me occasionally, and I've spoken to other BB users who have the same problem, regardless of carrier. In these cases, it seems to be a RIM issue. If you don't have a BB - well, then I don't know.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on October 19, 2010, 09:27:15 PM
Or I know I'm getting a good signal all day because I haven't left home all day. But I get a "You have a message" text for a missed call. And the dang call itself nevers shows up on my history?

Do you happen to have a BlackBerry? That happens to me occasionally, and I've spoken to other BB users who have the same problem, regardless of carrier. In these cases, it seems to be a RIM issue. If you don't have a BB - well, then I don't know.

I don't have a Blackberry, but I do have AT&T, and Cingular before it was absorbed.  With both my Razr and my Sony Walkman, I get missed calls, text messages, and voicemails hours and sometimes days after the fact.  It's ridiculous.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on October 20, 2010, 09:29:35 PM
I am still trying to wrap my head around this.

Several decades ago, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease.   At the time, I was very, very sick.  Five years into this, I moved to a different state and started at a new clinic.  At this point, they tested me again for the condition and confirmed I had it.

One day, I had an episode that was so bad, I thought I was going to die.  After that, I was symptom free, although I went every six months for check ups.   When my insurance tanked, I just quit going to that clinic.

Fast forward to the present.   I started with a new general practitioner, who thought I should see a specialist, just to see what ye olde autoimmune disease is up to.  Strange, but true, this was at the same clinic where I was originally diagnosed, years ago.   I was assured they still had my old records.

Come to find out, I was told I don't have that disease.

I was told I never had that disease.

I asked about my old record and was told they didn't have it (right there, it could be lurking in some dusty basement).

Well, what DID I have?  I certainly was sick and had symptoms associated with the disease.

T'is a puzzlement.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cracea on October 20, 2010, 09:40:05 PM
I am still trying to wrap my head around this.

Several decades ago, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease.   At the time, I was very, very sick.  Five years into this, I moved to a different state and started at a new clinic.  At this point, they tested me again for the condition and confirmed I had it.

One day, I had an episode that was so bad, I thought I was going to die.  After that, I was symptom free, although I went every six months for check ups.   When my insurance tanked, I just quit going to that clinic.

Fast forward to the present.   I started with a new general practitioner, who thought I should see a specialist, just to see what ye olde autoimmune disease is up to.  Strange, but true, this was at the same clinic where I was originally diagnosed, years ago.   I was assured they still had my old records.

Come to find out, I was told I don't have that disease.

I was told I never had that disease.

I asked about my old record and was told they didn't have it (right there, it could be lurking in some dusty basement).

Well, what DID I have?  I certainly was sick and had symptoms associated with the disease.

T'is a puzzlement.

Definitely better than things being the other way around, though  ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Vanity Fair on October 22, 2010, 03:58:38 PM

I have a weird one....

I remember it being Halloween time in 1988 or 1989 and this older woman came to the door selling her hand painted ceramic pumpkins.  My mom bought this really cute one that had ghosts peeking out of the jack-o-lantern and it was even prelighted, just had to plug it in.  My mom still has it, the lady did a great job painting it, and its super cute!

A few weeks after, two men came by the house asking if our family bought anything from an older lady.  My mother told them that we had.  The man then tried to give my mom a $100 bill (first one I ever saw!!) and said he'd give her the $100 for whatever we bought.  My mom lied and said she gave it to my grandma (her mother-in-law).  The man then asked where my grandmother lived.  My mom told him southern California (the conversation should have ended at this point, imo).  He then gave my mom his name and a phone number to pass along to my grandma if she'd be willing to make the same deal. 

My mom told my dad about it when he got home and they did a close inspection of the pumpkin.  Nothing seemed out of the sorts, there was no hidden compartment with money and diamonds in it like they expected to find :P  There was nothing extraordinary about it, just a cute decoration.

Every year after that, when my mom gets out her Halloween decorations, she'd always says, 'lock the doors, I'm getting the pumpkin out!'


Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on October 22, 2010, 04:05:13 PM
I can think of one good scam for you

you gave them money for the pumpkin

they "buy" it back with fake money

they sell it to someone else and start all over again....

(Or maybe it is made out of some compresed street drug and worth a million on the streets....)  grin
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Vanity Fair on October 22, 2010, 04:10:20 PM
Thats what my dad thinks the case was..... counterfeit money for pumpkins scam!  ;) 

Glad my mom didn't get scammed, I like that goofy little pumpkin! 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on October 22, 2010, 04:11:10 PM

I have a weird one....

I remember it being Halloween time in 1988 or 1989 and this older woman came to the door selling her hand painted ceramic pumpkins.  My mom bought this really cute one that had ghosts peeking out of the jack-o-lantern and it was even prelighted, just had to plug it in.  My mom still has it, the lady did a great job painting it, and its super cute!

A few weeks after, two men came by the house asking if our family bought anything from an older lady.  My mother told them that we had.  The man then tried to give my mom a $100 bill (first one I ever saw!!) and said he'd give her the $100 for whatever we bought.  My mom lied and said she gave it to my grandma (her mother-in-law).  The man then asked where my grandmother lived.  My mom told him southern California (the conversation should have ended at this point, imo).  He then gave my mom his name and a phone number to pass along to my grandma if she'd be willing to make the same deal. 

My mom told my dad about it when he got home and they did a close inspection of the pumpkin.  Nothing seemed out of the sorts, there was no hidden compartment with money and diamonds in it like they expected to find :P  There was nothing extraordinary about it, just a cute decoration.

Every year after that, when my mom gets out her Halloween decorations, she'd always says, 'lock the doors, I'm getting the pumpkin out!'





Wow!  That is intriguing.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: CuriousParty on October 22, 2010, 04:21:13 PM
I want to know where my daughter's first baby doll went.  We never let it out of the house lest we lose it, but it disappeared like 4 months ago.  I realized it was missing after a week or so, scoured the house and even called the places we had been just in case.  Nothing.  Nowhere.

The most annoying part is that I usually have a good sense for things that are "Lost, but still around here somewhere" versus "Lost, kiss it goodbye", and I have this nagging feeling that the baby doll falls into the first category.  But WHERE?  It's driving me nuts.
 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 22, 2010, 04:31:37 PM
It's in the back of the linen closet. (That's where dear granddaughter's Lambiepie was - she had put it there.)

One of these days, I'm going to get one of these lost item things right!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on October 22, 2010, 04:32:11 PM
My newest mystery: What the HECK is causing these infernal HIVES I've been getting lately? It's been going on every couple of days for three weeks. I'll break out in horrible, itchy ugly hives either on my legs or my arms. Sometimes just a knee or elbow, other times the whole leg or arm. Almost always on the right side.

I have ruled out just about every contact item or food I thought might be causing this reaction, and it's still happening! I take Benadryl when it happens, and the Benadryl works perfectly, giving me back smooth, itch-and-hive-free skin within in an hour. But then I'm in a Benadryl stupor all day or evening. I wish I knew what was causing this so I could fix it!

I had to cut short a lovely evening out last Saturday because of the Benadryl grogginess.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on October 22, 2010, 04:37:30 PM

I have a weird one....

I remember it being Halloween time in 1988 or 1989 and this older woman came to the door selling her hand painted ceramic pumpkins.  My mom bought this really cute one that had ghosts peeking out of the jack-o-lantern and it was even prelighted, just had to plug it in.  My mom still has it, the lady did a great job painting it, and its super cute!

A few weeks after, two men came by the house asking if our family bought anything from an older lady.  My mother told them that we had.  The man then tried to give my mom a $100 bill (first one I ever saw!!) and said he'd give her the $100 for whatever we bought.  My mom lied and said she gave it to my grandma (her mother-in-law).  The man then asked where my grandmother lived.  My mom told him southern California (the conversation should have ended at this point, imo).  He then gave my mom his name and a phone number to pass along to my grandma if she'd be willing to make the same deal. 

My mom told my dad about it when he got home and they did a close inspection of the pumpkin.  Nothing seemed out of the sorts, there was no hidden compartment with money and diamonds in it like they expected to find :P  There was nothing extraordinary about it, just a cute decoration.

Every year after that, when my mom gets out her Halloween decorations, she'd always says, 'lock the doors, I'm getting the pumpkin out!'




Wow. That sounds like the setup to a really good mystery novel.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on October 22, 2010, 04:41:27 PM
humm sounds familiar - she didn't have a Malties Falcon did she?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 22, 2010, 05:29:24 PM
It's in the back of the linen closet. (That's where dear granddaughter's Lambiepie was - she had put it there.)

One of these days, I'm going to get one of these lost item things right!

I think it is underneath the bed, right back against the wall where you can't see it very well even if you look.

Anyone else want to speculate?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on October 22, 2010, 05:55:55 PM
It's in the back of the linen closet. (That's where dear granddaughter's Lambiepie was - she had put it there.)

One of these days, I'm going to get one of these lost item things right!

I think it is underneath the bed, right back against the wall where you can't see it very well even if you look.

Anyone else want to speculate?

In a dresser drawer buried amongst all the clothes. ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: CuriousParty on October 22, 2010, 08:57:30 PM
It's in the back of the linen closet. (That's where dear granddaughter's Lambiepie was - she had put it there.)

One of these days, I'm going to get one of these lost item things right!

I think it is underneath the bed, right back against the wall where you can't see it very well even if you look.

Anyone else want to speculate?

In a dresser drawer buried amongst all the clothes. ;D

I have gone through the under-the-furniture routine with a flashlight, and we don't have a linen closet, but I've been through all the closets we do have.  Not all the drawers, though.....hmmmm.

I've looked behind the washer.  Where my three-year old can't possibly reach.

Can you tell how much this is bugging me?  Anyone with more ideas (or geographically-unlimited psychic abilities) please feel free to offer insights.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kareng57 on October 22, 2010, 09:14:16 PM
Not a lost item, but a whose-is-it item.

We have a mystery jacket in our closet.  Nothing expensive, but a lightweight spring-summer waterproof jacket.  It's been there for about 8 years.  Of course at first I assumed it was one of DSs' friends, but they both checked, and no.  Then I thought that maybe Dh (a Scout leader) had somehow acquired a leftover jacket after a camp or something - but again, no, he brought it to the next meeting.

Really hard to figure.  I always envisioned a Mom out there somewhere saying Mom-isms such as Where is that jacket?  Do you know how much I paid for it?  What does it take to get you to take care of your things?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: think2x on October 22, 2010, 10:00:29 PM
I have quite a few of these, and I do not like any of them!

I consider this a mystery, though it is also a synchronicity charged with superstition.

I always notice license plates. I see patterns in them. At the beginning of Oct. I saw a black car with a 666 plate and, being superstitious, gave it a bit too much attention. I went out of town and saw another black car with a 666 plate the same week.  The following week, there was a black SUV in my neighborhood with a 666 plate.  3 early in the month. To date, during the month of Oct. I have seen 5 black vehicles with that plate.  3 of the 4 I saw in town could have been the same car, but if so, it's the first I've seen of it.  Creepy.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on October 22, 2010, 10:07:50 PM
If it makes you feel better, there's some thought that 616 is the "mark of the devil" and that 666 was a mistranslation. :)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: think2x on October 22, 2010, 10:29:23 PM
Definitely, I'll take it!  Thanks, Hot Shaker  :)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on October 22, 2010, 10:30:55 PM
If it makes you feel better, there's some thought that 616 is the "mark of the devil" and that 666 was a mistranslation. :)

Well, that will freak out my friend who was already disturbed at having been born on 6/16/66, what with its 3 sixes in a row. ;) (Also, her mother's name is Rosemary, thus making her Rosemary's baby.)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on October 22, 2010, 10:33:39 PM
If it makes you feel better, there's some thought that 616 is the "mark of the devil" and that 666 was a mistranslation. :)

Well, that will freak out my friend who was already disturbed at having been born on 6/16/66, what with its 3 sixes in a row. ;) (Also, her mother's name is Rosemary, thus making her Rosemary's baby.)

Oh, either way she's in trouble!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: think2x on October 22, 2010, 10:49:06 PM
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thus making her Rosemary's baby

LOLOL  :D

Anyway, she needn't worry since really it is 1966 as the true and correct date, right? (The year Rosemary's Baby came out, perchance?)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on October 22, 2010, 10:54:47 PM
A friend lost her military ID (in an ostrich skin case) in our guest room - I found it six months later when I turned the mattress - stuck between the box spring and the headboard.

I found a baby bottle under the hide-a-bed sofa - I have no idea how long it had been there, we were living in Phoenix, Arizona and the cement slab apparently transmitted heat from the warm ground around the house.  Interesting science experiment.............Ambrosia Hino was very precocious!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 22, 2010, 10:58:03 PM
I will be watching for the lost doll when I get out the decorations this year.

I picked up my wedding dress and veil on 6-6-66. Did that extra 6 protect us? (We are still married, good kids & grandkids - boringly idyllic.)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on October 22, 2010, 11:02:55 PM
I will be watching for the lost doll when I get out the decorations this year.

I picked up my wedding dress and veil on 6-6-66. Did that extra 6 protect us? (We are still married, good kids & grandkids - boringly idyllic.)

According to a book I just finished (complete and total fiction), that's even worse.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on October 22, 2010, 11:13:54 PM
We moved from one state to another with the military - all the boxes marked "Christmas ornaments" (the packers managed to misspell Christmas) were put in the attic as we moved in two weeks before the holiday season, we were going to drive close to a thousand miles to see family in another state that year so we wouldn't be there, and I was going to be too busy unpacking & setting up the house PERIOD to spare time for the seasonal decorations.

I was missing a lot of sewing items that had been stored in the same area as the decorations in the previous house.  They turned up in boxes marked "Chrissmass", "Christmes", and "Tree Top Orment" with ONE or two ornaments nestled in the zippers, yarn, etc.  I would have thought "sewing" would have been easier to spell - or at least shorter..........but apparently not.

The computer monitor turned up in a box marked "minotaur"...........never did find a Theseus, Ariadne, or even a ball of string to go with that minotaur, though.  I did find a lot of skeins of yarn, spools of thread, and bags & bags of embroidery floss - so there was no shortage of fiber.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 22, 2010, 11:36:59 PM
I will be watching for the lost doll when I get out the decorations this year.

I picked up my wedding dress and veil on 6-6-66. Did that extra 6 protect us? (We are still married, good kids & grandkids - boringly idyllic.)

According to a book I just finished (complete and total fiction), that's even worse.

Uh - oh!  What book?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: think2x on October 23, 2010, 12:05:36 AM
I just looked it up on Wiki to start:

616 ("six hundred and sixteen", or "six sixteen" in American English) is believed by some to have been the original Number of the Beast in the Book of Revelation in the Christian Bible.[1] Different early versions of the Book of Revelation gave different numbers, and 666 had been widely accepted as the original number. In 2005, however, a fragment of papyrus 115 was revealed, containing the earliest known version of that part of the Book of Revelation discussing the Number of the Beast. It gave the number as 616, suggesting that this may have been the original.[2]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/616_(number)


Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on October 23, 2010, 12:12:46 AM
I want to know where my daughter's first baby doll went.  We never let it out of the house lest we lose it, but it disappeared like 4 months ago.  I realized it was missing after a week or so, scoured the house and even called the places we had been just in case.  Nothing.  Nowhere.

The most annoying part is that I usually have a good sense for things that are "Lost, but still around here somewhere" versus "Lost, kiss it goodbye", and I have this nagging feeling that the baby doll falls into the first category.  But WHERE?  It's driving me nuts.
 

Have you checked your cabinets?  When I rearranged my kitchen cabinets earlier this year, I discovered a myriad of items my daughter had hidden there.  She's like a magpie.

I also discovered her water bottle hidden in a rarely-opened cupboard in our dining room.  I'm very grateful I discovered it only two days after it went missing.  I open that cupboard maybe once every two or three months.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: mamakinz on October 23, 2010, 12:29:14 AM
@CuriousParty

Look in between the mattress and box spring of your daughters bed - that's where qe found my DD's favorite baby doll after it had been missing for 2 or 3 weeks - we had searched everywhere and it wasn't until I lifted her mattress up to take the dust ruffle off that I found it - she was very happy as that doll is her favorite (and even at 14 years old "baby kelly" still has a place on her bed
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on October 23, 2010, 07:16:06 AM
I will be watching for the lost doll when I get out the decorations this year.

I picked up my wedding dress and veil on 6-6-66. Did that extra 6 protect us? (We are still married, good kids & grandkids - boringly idyllic.)

According to a book I just finished (complete and total fiction), that's even worse.

Uh - oh!  What book?

The Christmas Train by David Baldacci.  The medium on the train was concerned because they were going through a tunnel that was at an altitude of 6,666 feet.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on October 23, 2010, 08:28:24 AM
I will be watching for the lost doll when I get out the decorations this year.

I picked up my wedding dress and veil on 6-6-66. Did that extra 6 protect us? (We are still married, good kids & grandkids - boringly idyllic.)

I know someone who was born that day.

Nice girl, too,
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on October 23, 2010, 12:58:16 PM
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thus making her Rosemary's baby

LOLOL  :D

Anyway, she needn't worry since really it is 1966 as the true and correct date, right? (The year Rosemary's Baby came out, perchance?)

But even if she writes out 1966 (I was also born in June of '66, but I've got a 7 in between - 6/27/66), she's still got that 6/16 to contend with if that's the real trouble-number. ;)

Rosemary's Baby came out in '67 or '68.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on October 23, 2010, 01:14:16 PM
Well, yesterday I forked over the $89 deductible to have my phone replaced. Now that I've sunk hard cash into it, I thought I would come home and find it sitting in the middle of the bed or something. It still hasn't turned up...and I did a bunch of house cleaning and gardening yesterday.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: PitBullMom on October 23, 2010, 01:18:27 PM
Not a lost item, but a whose-is-it item.

We have a mystery jacket in our closet.  Nothing expensive, but a lightweight spring-summer waterproof jacket.  It's been there for about 8 years.  Of course at first I assumed it was one of DSs' friends, but they both checked, and no.  Then I thought that maybe Dh (a Scout leader) had somehow acquired a leftover jacket after a camp or something - but again, no, he brought it to the next meeting.

Really hard to figure.  I always envisioned a Mom out there somewhere saying Mom-isms such as Where is that jacket?  Do you know how much I paid for it?  What does it take to get you to take care of your things?

We had a mystery jacket, too!

Earlier this year, while PitBullDad was on deployment, I had a bunch of people from work over one night.  It was cold, so everyone wore jackets which I hung in the hall closet.  After everyone left, I noticed I had an extra men's sized fleece jacket.  No biggie, I just thought one of the guys forgot it and I would bring it to work and ask around.

The thing is, it was no one's jacket!  I asked everyone who had been there that night and even a couple of other people who had been by previously.  I had never seen it before and nobody claimed it.  When PBD got back from deployment, I asked him about it and he didn't know whose it was either.  ???

Since then we've moved to a much warmer climate and have boxed up all the jackets/sweaters/sweatshirts.  Mystery jacket went into the Goodwill box.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: KCee on October 23, 2010, 02:38:48 PM
My newest mystery: What the HECK is causing these infernal HIVES I've been getting lately? It's been going on every couple of days for three weeks. I'll break out in horrible, itchy ugly hives either on my legs or my arms. Sometimes just a knee or elbow, other times the whole leg or arm. Almost always on the right side.

I have ruled out just about every contact item or food I thought might be causing this reaction, and it's still happening! I take Benadryl when it happens, and the Benadryl works perfectly, giving me back smooth, itch-and-hive-free skin within in an hour. But then I'm in a Benadryl stupor all day or evening. I wish I knew what was causing this so I could fix it!

I had to cut short a lovely evening out last Saturday because of the Benadryl grogginess.

This happened to be about 2 years ago. The breakouts happened for about 4 months and then never again. 

It all began when I bought a huge sack of whole flax seeds to mix in with my food and I may have went overboard with them because I broke out all over my face and body in horrible, itchy hives.  They faded completely away after a week and I, of course, didn't touch anymore flax seeds yet kept having those spoaradic breakouts in the following months.  These hives were all restricted to the undersides of my forearms and on my chest.  I can't imagine that these were residual reactions to the flax seeds, but I have absolutely no idea what else it could have been.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Zenith on October 23, 2010, 11:16:32 PM
My newest mystery: What the HECK is causing these infernal HIVES I've been getting lately? It's been going on every couple of days for three weeks. I'll break out in horrible, itchy ugly hives either on my legs or my arms. Sometimes just a knee or elbow, other times the whole leg or arm. Almost always on the right side.

I have ruled out just about every contact item or food I thought might be causing this reaction, and it's still happening! I take Benadryl when it happens, and the Benadryl works perfectly, giving me back smooth, itch-and-hive-free skin within in an hour. But then I'm in a Benadryl stupor all day or evening. I wish I knew what was causing this so I could fix it!

I had to cut short a lovely evening out last Saturday because of the Benadryl grogginess.

This happened to be about 2 years ago. The breakouts happened for about 4 months and then never again. 

It all began when I bought a huge sack of whole flax seeds to mix in with my food and I may have went overboard with them because I broke out all over my face and body in horrible, itchy hives.  They faded completely away after a week and I, of course, didn't touch anymore flax seeds yet kept having those spoaradic breakouts in the following months.  These hives were all restricted to the undersides of my forearms and on my chest.  I can't imagine that these were residual reactions to the flax seeds, but I have absolutely no idea what else it could have been.

Could be something in the water. I break out in hives when chlorine and fluoride is added to the water and chlorine takes a while to flush out of the drinking supply. It could even be grass seeds. I got hives in a rather sensitive place when I sat on some grass when it was seeding in my bathing suit, until then I never knew I grass could do that. Citrus flowers can also be another cause of hives, I found that out when I was smelled them and got hives up my nose of all places (laughs). My skin is just too sensitive.

Has any of your laundry liquid changed it's ingredients? That's usually the most common cause of my hives and dermatitis. A lot of the time they don't put a warning that they have changed the ingredients in the soap unless it's a new and improved formula.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 23, 2010, 11:19:23 PM
My newest mystery: What the HECK is causing these infernal HIVES I've been getting lately? It's been going on every couple of days for three weeks. I'll break out in horrible, itchy ugly hives either on my legs or my arms. Sometimes just a knee or elbow, other times the whole leg or arm. Almost always on the right side.

I have ruled out just about every contact item or food I thought might be causing this reaction, and it's still happening! I take Benadryl when it happens, and the Benadryl works perfectly, giving me back smooth, itch-and-hive-free skin within in an hour. But then I'm in a Benadryl stupor all day or evening. I wish I knew what was causing this so I could fix it!

I had to cut short a lovely evening out last Saturday because of the Benadryl grogginess.

This happened to be about 2 years ago. The breakouts happened for about 4 months and then never again.  

It all began when I bought a huge sack of whole flax seeds to mix in with my food and I may have went overboard with them because I broke out all over my face and body in horrible, itchy hives.  They faded completely away after a week and I, of course, didn't touch anymore flax seeds yet kept having those spoaradic breakouts in the following months.  These hives were all restricted to the undersides of my forearms and on my chest.  I can't imagine that these were residual reactions to the flax seeds, but I have absolutely no idea what else it could have been.

It is possible that some residue (dust, particles, etc.) from the flax was still around, and you kept coming in contact with it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 23, 2010, 11:24:50 PM
Well, yesterday I forked over the $89 deductible to have my phone replaced. Now that I've sunk hard cash into it, I thought I would come home and find it sitting in the middle of the bed or something. It still hasn't turned up...and I did a bunch of house cleaning and gardening yesterday.

My pockets are still beeping. Obviously the gremlins are having waaay too much fun with this. I'm going to clean out my coats today, so maybe they will get bored and send it back.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on October 24, 2010, 02:38:32 AM
My newest mystery: What the HECK is causing these infernal HIVES I've been getting lately? It's been going on every couple of days for three weeks. I'll break out in horrible, itchy ugly hives either on my legs or my arms. Sometimes just a knee or elbow, other times the whole leg or arm. Almost always on the right side.

I have ruled out just about every contact item or food I thought might be causing this reaction, and it's still happening! I take Benadryl when it happens, and the Benadryl works perfectly, giving me back smooth, itch-and-hive-free skin within in an hour. But then I'm in a Benadryl stupor all day or evening. I wish I knew what was causing this so I could fix it!

I had to cut short a lovely evening out last Saturday because of the Benadryl grogginess.

It might not even be anything you are using.  It could be a CW who is wearing a specific perfume/cologne every few days or someone spraying a particular air freshener every once in awhile. 

It could also be added chlorine/other chemicals in your water.  Do you break out in over chlorinated pools or have bad reactions if you use bleach?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Ceallach on October 24, 2010, 06:49:48 AM
This is from many years ago when I was 18, it was the summer holidays right before I moved countries.   I was staying at a friend's house one night, hanging out, watching tv shows etc, and texting my then boyfriend.  It was extremely late and I became sleepy. At one point he stopped responding so I assumed he'd gone to sleep, and shortly thereafter did the same.

Early the next morning I remember my phone making a noise and grabbing it, then going back to sleep.

Later on when I awoke I suddenly realised that I'd received a text message and deleted it in my sleep. I'm 100% certain that this occurred.   My friend verified that she woke up when my phone made a noise and saw me grab it and press some buttons, but she assumed I'd had an alarm set by mistake and was switching it off.

So as soon as I have the opportunity I call my boyfriend to find out what he was texting me about. However, not only did he not text me that morning, but he apparently had been the last person to text during the previous night... e.g. the final text that I sent him, I had apparently sent to a different person in my address book by mistake. My guess is that this person responded when they awoke the next day (because the text was sent inappropriately late and they would have been asleep) and the text I deleted was their response.

So I can't help but wonder:   Who did I text???  And how did they react????   I suspect it was my clarinet teacher because her first name has the same first initial as my then BF.  I actually asked some of the other people whose names were close in initial just in case, and they all said no, but there are people such as that who I couldn't bear to ask, and seeing I didn't have to see them again before I moved it was easy to avoid....

The thing is, that text was slightly dirty, so I'm imagining their response was something like "Why are you sending me this?" or "I think this was meant for somebody else!".... on second thought, perhaps I'm lucky that I don't know who received it by mistake.    :-\  This may sound stupid, but it's one of those things that I really wonder about!!

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: cicero on October 24, 2010, 06:54:10 AM
I don't know if this was brought up already, but i don't understand how the paper clips get clipped together in a chain. i pour them from the box into the little paper clip bowl on my desk and every.single.time i pull one out, i end up pulling out a chain.

do they make them that way ? and if so, why?

do i fall into a trance once a week and make paper clip chains on my lunch break?

is there a paper-clip-chain fairy in my office?

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on October 24, 2010, 08:46:06 AM
I don't know if this was brought up already, but i don't understand how the paper clips get clipped together in a chain. i pour them from the box into the little paper clip bowl on my desk and every.single.time i pull one out, i end up pulling out a chain.

do they make them that way ? and if so, why?

do i fall into a trance once a week and make paper clip chains on my lunch break?

is there a paper-clip-chain fairy in my office?


A Cw and I were discusing this the other day!  Thursday I spent maybe 10 minutes untangling all my paperclips (it was a big pile), only to come in Friday and they are all chained again.  How the did that happen?  Is the janitorial staff screwing with me? another CW? faerie? gremlin?  Sweet monkey fritters!?  it is rather infuriating.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on October 24, 2010, 11:18:42 AM
My newest mystery: What the HECK is causing these infernal HIVES I've been getting lately? It's been going on every couple of days for three weeks. I'll break out in horrible, itchy ugly hives either on my legs or my arms. Sometimes just a knee or elbow, other times the whole leg or arm. Almost always on the right side.

I have ruled out just about every contact item or food I thought might be causing this reaction, and it's still happening! I take Benadryl when it happens, and the Benadryl works perfectly, giving me back smooth, itch-and-hive-free skin within in an hour. But then I'm in a Benadryl stupor all day or evening. I wish I knew what was causing this so I could fix it!

I had to cut short a lovely evening out last Saturday because of the Benadryl grogginess.

This happened to be about 2 years ago. The breakouts happened for about 4 months and then never again. 

It all began when I bought a huge sack of whole flax seeds to mix in with my food and I may have went overboard with them because I broke out all over my face and body in horrible, itchy hives.  They faded completely away after a week and I, of course, didn't touch anymore flax seeds yet kept having those spoaradic breakouts in the following months.  These hives were all restricted to the undersides of my forearms and on my chest.  I can't imagine that these were residual reactions to the flax seeds, but I have absolutely no idea what else it could have been.

Could be something in the water. I break out in hives when chlorine and fluoride is added to the water and chlorine takes a while to flush out of the drinking supply. It could even be grass seeds. I got hives in a rather sensitive place when I sat on some grass when it was seeding in my bathing suit, until then I never knew I grass could do that. Citrus flowers can also be another cause of hives, I found that out when I was smelled them and got hives up my nose of all places (laughs). My skin is just too sensitive.

Has any of your laundry liquid changed it's ingredients? That's usually the most common cause of my hives and dermatitis. A lot of the time they don't put a warning that they have changed the ingredients in the soap unless it's a new and improved formula.

I doubt it's the water supply. It happened to me both here at home in Idaho and on vacation in Texas.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on October 24, 2010, 11:19:40 AM
My newest mystery: What the HECK is causing these infernal HIVES I've been getting lately? It's been going on every couple of days for three weeks. I'll break out in horrible, itchy ugly hives either on my legs or my arms. Sometimes just a knee or elbow, other times the whole leg or arm. Almost always on the right side.

I have ruled out just about every contact item or food I thought might be causing this reaction, and it's still happening! I take Benadryl when it happens, and the Benadryl works perfectly, giving me back smooth, itch-and-hive-free skin within in an hour. But then I'm in a Benadryl stupor all day or evening. I wish I knew what was causing this so I could fix it!

I had to cut short a lovely evening out last Saturday because of the Benadryl grogginess.

It might not even be anything you are using.  It could be a CW who is wearing a specific perfume/cologne every few days or someone spraying a particular air freshener every once in awhile. 

It could also be added chlorine/other chemicals in your water.  Do you break out in over chlorinated pools or have bad reactions if you use bleach?


No, I've never had a problem with chlorine or bleach.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Bethalize on October 24, 2010, 11:31:48 AM
I bought a bottle of Coco Chanel and a load of safety razor blades with a reward card. I cannot find them and I would love to know where they went.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: cicero on October 24, 2010, 02:15:56 PM
I don't know if this was brought up already, but i don't understand how the paper clips get clipped together in a chain. i pour them from the box into the little paper clip bowl on my desk and every.single.time i pull one out, i end up pulling out a chain.

do they make them that way ? and if so, why?

do i fall into a trance once a week and make paper clip chains on my lunch break?

is there a paper-clip-chain fairy in my office?


A Cw and I were discusing this the other day!  Thursday I spent maybe 10 minutes untangling all my paperclips (it was a big pile), only to come in Friday and they are all chained again.  How the did that happen?  Is the janitorial staff screwing with me? another CW? faerie? gremlin?  Sweet monkey fritters!?  it is rather infuriating.

lol - do we work in the same place?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: faithlessone on October 24, 2010, 03:07:40 PM
I don't know if this was brought up already, but i don't understand how the paper clips get clipped together in a chain. i pour them from the box into the little paper clip bowl on my desk and every.single.time i pull one out, i end up pulling out a chain.

do they make them that way ? and if so, why?

do i fall into a trance once a week and make paper clip chains on my lunch break?

is there a paper-clip-chain fairy in my office?


A Cw and I were discusing this the other day!  Thursday I spent maybe 10 minutes untangling all my paperclips (it was a big pile), only to come in Friday and they are all chained again.  How the did that happen?  Is the janitorial staff screwing with me? another CW? faerie? gremlin?  Sweet monkey fritters!?  it is rather infuriating.

lol - do we work in the same place?

I must admit that I link all my personal paperclips together into a chain, but I wouldn't do it at an office. Maybe other people have less self-control?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: wolfie on October 24, 2010, 08:14:06 PM
I found one of my missing jars of jelly. Turns out it was in the box in the living room where I kept the solar lights until it was time to put them back out for the fall.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on October 24, 2010, 10:27:09 PM

I was missing a lot of sewing items that had been stored in the same area as the decorations in the previous house.  They turned up in boxes marked "Chrissmass", "Christmes", and "Tree Top Orment" with ONE or two ornaments nestled in the zippers, yarn, etc.  I would have thought "sewing" would have been easier to spell - or at least shorter..........but apparently not.

The computer monitor turned up in a box marked "minotaur"...........never did find a Theseus, Ariadne, or even a ball of string to go with that minotaur, though.
(http://www3.telus.net/smile/images/laugh2.gif) Yes, moving crews and the mysterious things they try do belong in this thread!

Our movers said that we had a flodding table & chairs, and a blowing ball.  It was a different crew, though, who tried to fold a stained glass panel in half to put it in a box.  And yet another one who wanted to put all the ceramic coffee mugs in the same box as the cast-iron head to the treadle sewing machine.

A friend of mine said her movers tried to mark all of her patterns and craft kits as "old Xmas cards". ::) 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaymyth on October 24, 2010, 11:20:34 PM
I just looked it up on Wiki to start:

616 ("six hundred and sixteen", or "six sixteen" in American English) is believed by some to have been the original Number of the Beast in the Book of Revelation in the Christian Bible.[1] Different early versions of the Book of Revelation gave different numbers, and 666 had been widely accepted as the original number. In 2005, however, a fragment of papyrus 115 was revealed, containing the earliest known version of that part of the Book of Revelation discussing the Number of the Beast. It gave the number as 616, suggesting that this may have been the original.[2]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/616_(number)


There's also a school of scholarly thought that thinks the whole thing is a numerological reference to a particular Roman emperor who was notorious for his nasty ideas of what to do with Christians. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaymyth on October 24, 2010, 11:23:21 PM
If it makes you feel better, there's some thought that 616 is the "mark of the devil" and that 666 was a mistranslation. :)

Well, that will freak out my friend who was already disturbed at having been born on 6/16/66, what with its 3 sixes in a row. ;) (Also, her mother's name is Rosemary, thus making her Rosemary's baby.)

*sigh*  That movie has been the bane of my existence, and I've never even been pregnant.  I now refuse to watch it on general principles.  Bad movie, no biscuit!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: artisticgal on October 25, 2010, 12:44:37 AM

What happened to my box of geode's that I lost in my last move? I swear it was on the U-Haul........
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Nora on October 25, 2010, 11:08:25 AM
Where's my Pink Floyd t-shirt?! When DH and I moved in together he started using it, but suddenly went missing and it's been gone for years. We moved several times, and I checked all over for it each time. No sign of it.

That was my favourite t-shirt!!!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: bookworm317 on October 25, 2010, 02:42:49 PM
Why does my mom keep asking me to look at things when I don't have my glasses on?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Bookgirl on October 25, 2010, 03:26:02 PM
This happened a couple of months ago, at work.

I work in the publishing business and out of the blue, received a copy of a new book from one of my publishers.  I hadn't asked for it and they are not in the habit of sending books without requests.  I asked the assistant who it was supposed to go to and he said he didn't know, that his boss just asked him to send it.  He would ask and get back to me.

A couple of weeks later, there was another package for me.  Hand written label, addressed to me and me alone.  I open it up and there's another copy of the book from the month before.  This time though, it's signed.  Not only is it signed, the author has written me a long personal message.  Asking if I was in *mycity* for business or if I had moved there and if I liked it.  Like we were old friends and she was catching up! 

It was so bizarre.  To this day, I have no idea how she got my name or who she thought I was when she was inscribing the book.  I hadn't ever read her books before but I figured the universe was telling me that I had to read this particular book.  So I did.  It was ok.   :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: R_Suerte on October 25, 2010, 03:34:23 PM
Where did the white cane (for a blind person) hanging in my IL's kitchen come from?  They don't recall any visits from a seeing impaired person.  If one did visit, how did they get home without it? 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on October 25, 2010, 04:43:03 PM
Why does my mom keep asking me to look at things when I don't have my glasses on?

Why does my MIL insist on trying to read menus, etc without her glasses? She squints and sighs and asks people to help her, rather than find her glasses in her purse.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on October 25, 2010, 04:45:48 PM
Why does my mom keep asking me to look at things when I don't have my glasses on?

Why does my MIL insist on trying to read menus, etc without her glasses? She squints and sighs and asks people to help her, rather than find her glasses in her purse.

Because men don't like girls who wear glasses?  (snicker)

I saw this a lot at the dollhouse shows - women who would need glasses just to SEE - putting them on and takeing them off like every step.

or just holding them up to their eyes and not even putting them on.

they looked sillier than if they would have just put the things on their face and left them there....
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on October 25, 2010, 05:58:41 PM
I've always wondered how other people manage to see without wearing glasses!  ;D  I started wearing them at age 7 and rarely took them off even at that age.  Now the first thing I do in the morning is put them on, so that I can see to find my way out of bed!  8)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on October 25, 2010, 06:53:30 PM
me too Elfmama

I'e forgotten my safty glasses at work a few time cause

well

I could see - so I was wearing glasses
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on October 25, 2010, 07:00:39 PM
OTOH, I had vision like an eagle until I became slightly farsighted a few years ago (hello, 40s). I have reading glasses, but I really only need them for super close-up work or reading small print. So I usually have to go find them, and since I'm not really used to them I have a hard time managing with them.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on October 25, 2010, 07:04:19 PM
I guess you had to see these ladies to really understand them

I watched them move around holding the glasses up to their face like if they put them on the legs would bore into thier heads or something.

told mom later that they needed the old fashioned "glasses on a stick"
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elisabunny on October 25, 2010, 07:19:36 PM
Why did my grandfather move to Utah?

bg:  Grandpa was born in the late teens, and lived in one of the SE United States (can't remember which one).  At some point his parents divorced.  His dad remarried and moved to Florida, never to be seen again.  His mom also remarried, after which he was made to feel like a burden (probably not just a child's projecting- his mom was a real piece of work >:().  BTW, this was during the Depression.  

So, Grandpa left, when he was no older than 14, and possibly as young as 11. :'(   He made his way to California (never talked about that part), where he started going to high school, made friends, and was taken in by the family of one of those friends.  After he graduated, for some reason he decided to go to Utah.  He wasn't Mormon, and and we're pretty sure he wasn't pursuing a particular job.  He met my grandmother there and was generally successful.  But still, what drew him to Utah?

Unfortunately, he died when I was two, and it was a question my mom never thought to ask about when she was talking to her mother in the intervening years before Grandma died.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on October 25, 2010, 07:24:50 PM
I know my Grandfather went to Pheonix AZ in the early 1900's to help put in the sewer system (met grams out there and got married)

maybe that is how he got to Utah
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 25, 2010, 07:35:47 PM
I guess you had to see these ladies to really understand them

I watched them move around holding the glasses up to their face like if they put them on the legs would bore into thier heads or something.

told mom later that they needed the old fashioned "glasses on a stick"

Sorry! Took me awhile to figure out what you meant! I think you are describing 'temples' or 'earpieces', maybe? I mean this very respectfully.

Your mom is right!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 25, 2010, 07:42:04 PM
Why did my grandfather move to Utah?

My DD would have said when she was 3, "Because he did." That is wisdom.

I think he moved just to get a total disconnection from his previous life and Utah just hit him right.

Makes sense to me!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on October 25, 2010, 07:45:42 PM
I guess you had to see these ladies to really understand them

I watched them move around holding the glasses up to their face like if they put them on the legs would bore into thier heads or something.

told mom later that they needed the old fashioned "glasses on a stick"

Sorry! Took me awhile to figure out what you meant! I think you are describing 'temples' or 'earpieces', maybe? I mean this very respectfully.

Your mom is right!

yeah I guess I mean the temples -- we always just called them "legs"
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on October 25, 2010, 08:00:03 PM
Because Utah is amazing?

I realize a three-day trip in June is not enough to get to know a place, but we totally fell in love.  I know about inversions and long winters and all, but I've lived in Wisconsin most of my life.  Can't be much worse.  I have never felt at home anywhere since we moved from South Dakota more than 20 years ago. 

Utah is home.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 25, 2010, 08:34:38 PM
I guess you had to see these ladies to really understand them

I watched them move around holding the glasses up to their face like if they put them on the legs would bore into thier heads or something.

told mom later that they needed the old fashioned "glasses on a stick"

Sorry! Took me awhile to figure out what you meant! I think you are describing 'temples' or 'earpieces', maybe? I mean this very respectfully.

Your mom is right!

yeah I guess I mean the temples -- we always just called them "legs"

We have a friend named Suzie. Smartest girl in the universe. Wears glasses. She just can't remember the terms. Thank you for reminding me of her!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: POF on October 25, 2010, 08:44:46 PM
I had lasik surgery in 2007 to correct my vision ( extremely poor ).   I still look for my glasses in the AM to put them on.  I also try to push them up the bridge of my nose.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kareng57 on October 25, 2010, 08:45:03 PM
Why does my mom keep asking me to look at things when I don't have my glasses on?

Why does my MIL insist on trying to read menus, etc without her glasses? She squints and sighs and asks people to help her, rather than find her glasses in her purse.

Because men don't like girls who wear glasses?  (snicker)

I saw this a lot at the dollhouse shows - women who would need glasses just to SEE - putting them on and takeing them off like every step.

or just holding them up to their eyes and not even putting them on.

they looked sillier than if they would have just put the things on their face and left them there....


Reminds me of Marilyn Monroe in How To Marry A Millionnaire.

Of course she was stunning even in her glasses but insisted in not wearing them, and instead bumping into walls and following the wrong escort.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 25, 2010, 09:02:05 PM
Why did my grandfather move to Utah?

bg:  Grandpa was born in the late teens, and lived in one of the SE United States (can't remember which one).  At some point his parents divorced.  His dad remarried and moved to Florida, never to be seen again.  His mom also remarried, after which he was made to feel like a burden (probably not just a child's projecting- his mom was a real piece of work >:().  BTW, this was during the Depression.  

So, Grandpa left, when he was no older than 14, and possibly as young as 11. :'(   He made his way to California (never talked about that part), where he started going to high school, made friends, and was taken in by the family of one of those friends.  After he graduated, for some reason he decided to go to Utah.  He wasn't Mormon, and and we're pretty sure he wasn't pursuing a particular job.  He met my grandmother there and was generally successful.  But still, what drew him to Utah?

Unfortunately, he died when I was two, and it was a question my mom never thought to ask about when she was talking to her mother in the intervening years before Grandma died.


If you ever find out, tell me! I have similar questions about my grandfather.

He was thrown out of the house when he was about fourteen for not being properly polite to a local high-ranking official. Lots of drama, hurt feelings, relatives who won't speak to us almost a hundred years later ::) that sort of thing. He served in WW1, and married my grandmother twenty years after that, thousands of miles away.

So what did he do in those twenty years and several thousand miles? He must have told Grandma at some point, but he never told his kids. Dad said he wouldn't say much about anything - he was a very quiet, self-effacing person. So we will never know!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on October 25, 2010, 09:28:30 PM
Because Utah is amazing?

I realize a three-day trip in June is not enough to get to know a place, but we totally fell in love.  I know about inversions and long winters and all, but I've lived in Wisconsin most of my life.  Can't be much worse.  I have never felt at home anywhere since we moved from South Dakota more than 20 years ago. 

Utah is home.

OT--I feel the same way about Iowa. Maybe because I grew up here, but even living ten minutes away in Nebraska never felt right. I'm glad to be back.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on October 25, 2010, 09:29:32 PM
I have a jungle's worth of houseplants in one window.  I have them stacked up on wire locker shelves.   Some of the pots sit in clear plastic bowls, so they don't drip.

http://www.organizeit.com/images/tallshelfth.jpg    

Nobody goes near these plants and the one in question is on a top shelf.

Tonight I was watering my plants and turned one so it would get sun on the other side.  I found a small candle in a jar crammed inside the plastic bowl.

How did it get there?   It was a good five feet off the floor so it couldn't have fallen in.   Nobody goes in that room but me and certainly nobody bothers with the plants.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on October 25, 2010, 09:33:43 PM
Because Utah is amazing?

I realize a three-day trip in June is not enough to get to know a place, but we totally fell in love.  I know about inversions and long winters and all, but I've lived in Wisconsin most of my life.  Can't be much worse.  I have never felt at home anywhere since we moved from South Dakota more than 20 years ago. 

Utah is home.

OT--I feel the same way about Iowa. Maybe because I grew up here, but even living ten minutes away in Nebraska never felt right. I'm glad to be back.

My grandpa grew up in Iowa, near Le Mars.  When he went back to visit about ten years ago for a memorial service, I went with him.  Oh my!  It was gorgeous!  Wide open spaces, terraced fields.  So much color!  I definitely see the appeal.  Iowa gets a bad rap, IMO.  :)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on October 26, 2010, 09:47:40 AM
Found out about some weird mysteries for my family over the weekend.  One of them is the question of how my great-great-aunt really died.  All we know is that she had a problem with binge drinking (I am hard pressed to judge her after hearing about her "lovely" mother), and someone found her dead in a ditch after a night of drinking.  She didn't have any outward injuries on her, but apparently there was a lot of suspicion surrounding it; something about the way she'd been found or something.  All I know is that her family was embarrassed because now her (and their) issue with drinking had come to light, so they just buried her ASAP to be finished with it. 

Another one is the question of did my one great-great-granddad maybe have two wives?  There's a blonde woman in some of the family photos who is referred to as "great-great-grandma" by some family members, but the great-great-grandma I know of was a very dark woman that everybody thought was a Native.  The reason we question this is because there's one part of us who remember g-g-granddad living with "native" g-g-grandma all his life, and there are others who only remember the blonde woman.  My dad and I think that what happened was that g-g-granddad married the blonde woman first, and happened upon my then-13-year-old g-g-grandma, got a fancy for her, and married her too.  Back in those days in extremely-rural West Virginia, marriage licenses didn't always happen, and we have family members to this day who don't have birth certificates or SSNs, so it's not over the top to see how our ancestors wouldn't have had documentation either. 

So now we have one side of the family who is very swarthy, and one side that's all super-pale blondes and redheads.  But yet we all share the same big ol' honker.  Ahhh, the ties that bind :-P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LadyClaire on October 26, 2010, 10:06:49 AM
I had lasik surgery in 2007 to correct my vision ( extremely poor ).   I still look for my glasses in the AM to put them on.  I also try to push them up the bridge of my nose.

Whenever I wear contacts I will end up jabbing myself in the face because I tried to push my glasses up.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 26, 2010, 10:11:30 AM
LeeLee88: Sometimes people get so much alcohol in the their systems that the body just forgets to breath and the heart forgets to beat. Strokes and heart attack happen, too. People do die from just being drunk.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on October 26, 2010, 10:17:24 AM
I've always wondered how other people manage to see without wearing glasses!  ;D  I started wearing them at age 7 and rarely took them off even at that age.  Now the first thing I do in the morning is put them on, so that I can see to find my way out of bed!  8)

The last couple of years, I've had to start taking my glasses off to read or do any close work. I don't want bifocals, and I'm quite near-sighted, so I'll just keep taking my glasses off and on (and invariably mislaying them at some point during the day...).
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kitty-cat on October 26, 2010, 12:14:19 PM
I've always wondered how other people manage to see without wearing glasses!  ;D  I started wearing them at age 7 and rarely took them off even at that age.  Now the first thing I do in the morning is put them on, so that I can see to find my way out of bed!  8)

Heh, I got one better... I've been wearing glasses on and off from age 4. (I lost my glasses from 4th grade-6th grade and from 7th grade - early 9th grade; I couldn't see the overhead anymore...) Both my mom and my Nana wear glasses. So, for most of my childhood I was around my mom and my Nana who wore glasses and most of my teachers wore glasses at that age. I thought most people wore glasses until I started getting teased in 1st grade for them. But they never got the name right; they kept calling me "4-eyes". I wasn't a 4-eyes, I was a 6-eyes (bifocals for the 1st grade win!)

And another mystery, why are glasses for small children curved over the way they are? I know it's to keep them on, but a cord would have worked better- I kept taking them off because they were hurting my ears...
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Marisol on October 26, 2010, 02:55:03 PM
As a kid I lost a favorite toy.  I even knew where I lost it: a small closet.  So I searched everywhere in that closet with no results.  Years later my sister finds it in that very same closet.  How did I miss it?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: think2x on October 26, 2010, 03:53:00 PM
As a kid I lost a favorite toy.  I even knew where I lost it: a small closet.  So I searched everywhere in that closet with no results.  Years later my sister finds it in that very same closet.  How did I miss it?

You missed it because it fell through the vortex for a while.  It happened to my daughter's shoes.

DD was wearing a pair of brown sparkly flipflops when we left to go to the park. When we arrived at park, she got out of the car with only one shoe. I searched the entire car for the other shoe- a very serious search, even checking where it could not be (glove box). I had the auto window mechanism locked, so she couldn't have dropped it out a window. I finally gave up.  I was thoroughly dumbfounded.

A week or so later I found the same shoe at home and marvelled how its mate was lost in a vortex. (I assumed DD brought the remaining shoe into the house from car). Then one day I found the car shoe, in PLAIN SIGHT on the floor in the back seat! Was it the original lost shoe? If it was the not-lost shoe, how did the other shoe get spit out of the vortex in the house rather than in the car  ???  After being unsettled over the great brown flip-flop incident of 2010 for a few weeks, I let it all go. Until recently, when I found only ONE of those stupid shoes in DD's room.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on October 26, 2010, 04:20:31 PM

You missed it because it fell through the vortex for a while.  It happened to my daughter's shoes.

DD was wearing a pair of brown sparkly flipflops when we left to go to the park. When we arrived at park, she got out of the car with only one shoe. I searched the entire car for the other shoe- a very serious search, even checking where it could not be (glove box). I had the auto window mechanism locked, so she couldn't have dropped it out a window. I finally gave up.  I was thoroughly dumbfounded.

A week or so later I found the same shoe at home and marvelled how its mate was lost in a vortex. (I assumed DD brought the remaining shoe into the house from car). Then one day I found the car shoe, in PLAIN SIGHT on the floor in the back seat! Was it the original lost shoe? If it was the not-lost shoe, how did the other shoe get spit out of the vortex in the house rather than in the car  ???  After being unsettled over the great brown flip-flop incident of 2010 for a few weeks, I let it all go. Until recently, when I found only ONE of those stupid shoes in DD's room.

The same thing happened with one of my DD's socks.  She went into the car with 2 socks and came out with only one.  Our windows are locked down too, so she couldn't have dropped it out the window.  I seem to recall it was cold anyway (I remember being annoyed that she kept taking her shoes and socks off when it was cold outside.)  I never did find the stupid sock and the car has been cleaned thoroughly many times since then.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Fliss on October 27, 2010, 04:06:42 AM

RE: The missing items.

I keep telling people! Emotion = energy = mass. Get enough of it going and you can distort space.

Therefore, the more worried you are about finding an object, the greater the emotion involved, the more energy you create, so the greater the distortion field.

That's why an object will reappear afterwards close to or exactly where you looked; the normal spacial quantums have reasserted themselves and the object her popped back through to where it belongs.

It's also why if you close your eyes, take calming breaths, and then look, you'll find the item where you thought it was.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 27, 2010, 07:54:31 AM
 ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Seraphia on October 27, 2010, 08:17:18 AM
Fliss has the most reasonable theory I've heard. Maybe that's why I can never find my comb. I have at least three, and I can usually find one, but not the same one, if I set it down and it goes missing for a bit.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MommyPenguin on October 27, 2010, 08:24:27 AM
We've had the missing sock/shoe thing, too!  One time we were with my husband at a 6-week military training, so we didn't have all of our things.  While we were there, I took my kids to Toys 'R' Us.  When we got out of the car, my toddler had both shoes on.  I put her in a cart, we went into the store, walked around for a while (I let each kid pick a toy they'd want, and we donate them to Toys for Tots, so it took them a while to pick the toys).  When we got back to the car, ToddlerPenguin was missing a shoe.  We retraced our steps through the parking lot.  We went up and down every aisle, not just the ones we'd been in.  The shoe couldn't have gotten on a shelf, because ToddlerPenguin was in the cart the whole time, but I checked just in case.  I gave my name and number to a clerk in case it showed up.  We double-checked the parking lot and the cart and the car... never found it.  MommyPenguin needed to make an emergency trip to Walmart that evening so that ToddlerPenguin would have shoes to wear to the park the next day.  Yes, it was the only pair of shoes I had for her.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 27, 2010, 08:25:00 AM
My bother had  the idea to absolutely flood the place with things that go missing all of the time. One was cigarette lighters and the other was needles for pumping up soccer balls. It worked! There wasn't a drawer or catchall basket or glove compartment that didn't have those two items in it. And he never complained about not having them around.

I did the same with scissors after the kids got beyond the random cutting things stage.

Now I wonder if there is an alternate universe containing about half of our items and we just don't know it because we finally have plenty.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 27, 2010, 09:01:18 AM
Or maybe the gremlins have given up trying to make you lose anything and are dumping other people's things in your house? :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 27, 2010, 09:07:04 AM
Could be! We would never notice extras.

Is anyone missing lighters, air pump needles, or scissors?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: PaintingPastelPrincess on October 27, 2010, 09:08:35 AM
Where did the power cord to my old cell phone go?  I always left it plugged in in the living room, because I liked keeping it charged to use as a clock in the bathroom for when I'm getting ready for work.  I charged it a week or so ago, and now it's dead and the cord has wandered off.  My place isn't that big!!  

It must be bunnies.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Marisol on October 27, 2010, 10:40:07 AM
What is my grandmothers history?  What happened to her inheritance? 

Apparently my grandmother was born into an aristocratic family in Europe but her parents were killed in WWI when she was quite young.  She went to live with people who might or might not be relatives, who may or may not have wasted all of her inheritance.  It is all very unclear.  There might be some unclaimed money floating around out there, or those "relatives" may have squandered it all away.   

I wish I knew her history.  I wish I knew my grandpa's history better too.  He was born into a poor farmer's life and had many brothers and sisters.  But I don't know any of their names or what happened to them. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: M-theory on October 27, 2010, 10:44:10 AM
What is my grandmothers history?  What happened to her inheritance? 

Apparently my grandmother was born into an aristocratic family in Europe but her parents were killed in WWI when she was quite young.  She went to live with people who might or might not be relatives, who may or may not have wasted all of her inheritance.  It is all very unclear.  There might be some unclaimed money floating around out there, or those "relatives" may have squandered it all away.   

I wish I knew her history.  I wish I knew my grandpa's history better too.  He was born into a poor farmer's life and had many brothers and sisters.  But I don't know any of their names or what happened to them. 

I understand you a bit there - I've never been able to trace any of my family history back more than a few generations. I can only guess where we originated based on surnames. I really would love to know where I'm from ethnogeographically other than guessing based on my coloring and the aforementioned surnames (which don't seem to match up with my coloring anyway).

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on October 27, 2010, 10:56:51 AM
What happened to the green and pink crayons?  They are those oversized triangular crayons from Melissa & Doug, harder to lose than regular small crayons that can roll.  I've cleaned the house top to bottom a few times since we lost them, and I still can't find them.  I've checked the toy box, shoe bin, under every piece of furniture, and the kitchen cabinets.  They simply don't exist anymore.  We don't ever lose socks in this house; maybe they're making up for that.

I lost my daughter's shoes a couple months ago.  Tore the house apart looking for them.  I went to weed out summer shoes and old shoes from our shoe bin this morning.  There they were, sitting right there.  I know I looked through that bin at least five times.  Hmph.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Marisol on October 27, 2010, 12:04:12 PM
I have to admit, I find the whole concept of genealogy kind of weird and random.

Everyone seems to pick one ancestor and trace down and out (descendants). Oh they may go back, through one person, as far as they can reach, but it's rarely more than one line. But the idea of all my antecedents is more interesting to me, and I can't even imagine the kind of research that would involve.

I have two parents, 4 grandparent, 8 greats, 16 great-greats, etc. Going back ten generation, there is a possible 1,024 ancestors there. Who were all these people?

I know my grandfather's grandfather's name, but not my grandma's (I do know my g'ms father's names, and my maternal g'ma's mother's maiden name, but that's about it.)

It's also random because it's invariably traced through the male line, which considering the way our DNA gets passed down, really makes no sense to me. Yet the woman were the ones to change their names, so you'll never know if your marrying someone with your own DNA unless your family keeps really good records. (not that it matters in terms of double recessives, etc., I think after second cousins the risk is considered to be about the same as random, but still.. ) I just think this is really interesting, but I seem to be alone in this.

I agree with you on all of that and have often thought of these things myself.  My husband's paternal side has done a very extensive work up of JUST their last name.  I see a lot of women who would have been really interesting to have followed, but no one ever will.  Ideally, I would love to do a tree that involves every name in my history, but boy what a tree that would be.  I'll be happy if I can at least do my grandparents birthnames.  That would be four different names.  But it would be so much more intersting to do every name. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on October 27, 2010, 12:18:16 PM
What is my grandmothers history?  What happened to her inheritance? 

Apparently my grandmother was born into an aristocratic family in Europe but her parents were killed in WWI when she was quite young.  She went to live with people who might or might not be relatives, who may or may not have wasted all of her inheritance.  It is all very unclear.  There might be some unclaimed money floating around out there, or those "relatives" may have squandered it all away.   

I wish I knew her history.  I wish I knew my grandpa's history better too.  He was born into a poor farmer's life and had many brothers and sisters.  But I don't know any of their names or what happened to them. 

I understand you a bit there - I've never been able to trace any of my family history back more than a few generations. I can only guess where we originated based on surnames. I really would love to know where I'm from ethnogeographically other than guessing based on my coloring and the aforementioned surnames (which don't seem to match up with my coloring anyway).

Me too. I would give anything to know my family's history.  :(
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Twik on October 27, 2010, 12:27:37 PM
When I was a child, we had one of those tiny turles in a little tank.

One day, the turtle disappeared, never to be heard from again.

My mother said for years when cleaning she expected to find a little corpse behind a chair or under the sofa, but he's more gone than Jimmy Hoffa.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on October 27, 2010, 12:27:43 PM
LeeLee88: Sometimes people get so much alcohol in the their systems that the body just forgets to breath and the heart forgets to beat. Strokes and heart attack happen, too. People do die from just being drunk.

Oh no, I know that, and I mentioned it to my grandfather when he was telling me the story.  He wouldn't elaborate, but he said that there were suspicious things about where she was found, the shape she was in that made others think she didn't just drink herself to death.  I still think she just drank herself to death, but there are still whispers that she met up with a bad egg and he killed her.  

Considering that it happened over 90 years ago, I'm pretty sure they were just trying to convince themselves that a lady from an upstanding family would never just over-imbibe.  But I think she did, and that her family was so ashamed of a problem that half of them had, they put her in the ground ASAP and avoided a proper investigation so no one would find out the real problem.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 27, 2010, 12:42:06 PM
OK, LeeLee88. I'm convinced you did know enough to see this as a true mystery!

What is my grandmothers history?  What happened to her inheritance?   

That makes me very sad because my grandparents were so important in my life. I hope your grandchilden or great neices and nephews have a better time with that. I'm not worried about the money. That comes and goes. It's the knowledge and love.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Outdoor Girl on October 27, 2010, 12:49:17 PM
Many years ago, a neighbour killed a porcupine and then discovered it had a little one.  They brought the baby to my Dad (school teacher) in a box with fairly high sides, fairly late one evening.  Dad was going to take him in to show to his class and others before releasing him to the wild - baby porcupines are pretty self sufficient.

Poor Spike (named by Dad's students) was pretty scared so Dad said to just leave him in the box and he'd get the cage down in the morning in daylight.

Next morning, the box is still upright in the middle of the family room floor.  But Spike is nowhere to be found!  We had to get the neighbours to bring their dog over to sniff him out.

So the mystery is:  how did Spike get out of the box and leave the box standing there upright?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Marisol on October 27, 2010, 02:00:38 PM
OK, LeeLee88. I'm convinced you did know enough to see this as a true mystery!

What is my grandmothers history?  What happened to her inheritance?   

That makes me very sad because my grandparents were so important in my life. I hope your grandchildren or great nieces and nephews have a better time with that. I'm not worried about the money. That comes and goes. It's the knowledge and love.

It makes me angry that her caretakers somehow lost everything that was rightfully hers, including her history.  From the stories I've heard Grandma grew up somewhat neglected and she was too young to have ever really known her parents or their history, and her caretakers didn't teach her about them.  I think she was very silent on the subject of her "family" life growing up. 

But as for her adult life, she and Grandpa crossed the ocean together and built a new life from scratch.  They had two kids and she lived to meet her grandchildren (who all loved her).  She did die young so I have limited memories, but what I do remember will be passed on to my kids should I have any.  :)   
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on October 27, 2010, 02:43:58 PM
I sense epic sadness, strength, and joy here. What inner strength in your ancestors. Hope you have it, too.

Thank you for sharing the story.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on October 27, 2010, 05:58:07 PM
What is my grandmothers history?  What happened to her inheritance? 

Apparently my grandmother was born into an aristocratic family in Europe but her parents were killed in WWI when she was quite young.  She went to live with people who might or might not be relatives, who may or may not have wasted all of her inheritance.  It is all very unclear.  There might be some unclaimed money floating around out there, or those "relatives" may have squandered it all away.   

I wish I knew her history.  I wish I knew my grandpa's history better too.  He was born into a poor farmer's life and had many brothers and sisters.  But I don't know any of their names or what happened to them. 

I understand you a bit there - I've never been able to trace any of my family history back more than a few generations. I can only guess where we originated based on surnames. I really would love to know where I'm from ethnogeographically other than guessing based on my coloring and the aforementioned surnames (which don't seem to match up with my coloring anyway).

Me too. I would give anything to know my family's history.  :(
DH is tracing EVERYONE in our family histories, as far as possible. The earliest date he has is 1399. For many of the women, it is especially discouraging.  We know their first names, and that is ALL.  Lots of them are from things like parish birth records; "born to Caleb Root and his wife Sarah, a son christened Caleb."  No mention of Sarah's maiden name, or when she was born, or when she died.  :(  She was only important in bearing Caleb's sons.  One of my ancestresses gave birth to 20 children, mostly single births!  And since most of those children had children of their own, it was clear that she raised almost all of them to adulthood.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on October 27, 2010, 06:03:29 PM
wow Elfmama that is so cool that you can get that far back -- even if you cant trace the ladies.

my Dad's grandparents came here as "young people" (I'm thinking that is they were young adults - nobody seems to remember)

and since I cant afford to go to Germany to search .....
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on October 27, 2010, 06:17:37 PM
The only things I really know about my ancestors is that my dad's family came from Wales in the 1840s and were one of the founding families of Commerce, Georgia. We are distantly related to the family for whom the Thomas Point lighthouse in Annapolis is named.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 27, 2010, 06:34:42 PM
My dad just gave me a wedding portrait of one of his cousins and the family. It must be at least fifty years old.

I asked him who the people were in the picture. I wasn't expecting too good of an answer because Dad is... well... not all there anymore. :'( I figured they were Grandma's (Dad's mother's) cousins who are legion - my grandfather was disowned by his family when he was a child.

Turns out it is my grandfather's family - the bride's father is my grandfather's younger brother! I have always been told these people did not want any contact whatsoever, but they must have at one point, or why would Great-Uncle George send a photo of his daughter's wedding??

Sadly, Dad can't seem to tell me what the cousin's name is, or anything else about them. Old age bites. :(
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on October 27, 2010, 06:45:19 PM
We also have a picture mystery.  Not just a snapshot or two, but a posed portrait.

When my grandfather was in the Army during WWI, he had a formal portrait done wearing his uniform.  It is in an oval frame with domed glass over it.  When my aunt took it out to photocopy it for her genealogy files, she found another picture underneath it; a young woman dressed in the style of the 1880s, on a horse.

Who is she?  Why is her picture underneath Grandpa's?  Is she a relative (his mother, maybe?) or did they buy a picture second-hand for the frame?  If the latter, why keep the picture in the frame instead of discarding it?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: bellawitch on October 27, 2010, 07:26:26 PM
I had lost my American passport. I was frantic, it would be a costly pain in the rear to replace since I was living in Canada. I worried what to do if I needed to go home. There was not a place I didn't look, some several times, I was convinced it had falllen out of my purse sometime, then I worried about who may get it.

Then there came a time when I knew I had to make the choice to go home, or decide I was settled in Canada for good. Doing my taxes one day, I went into a drawer that had been searched several times and laying practically on top of all my paperwork was my passport. I took it as a sign it was time to go home.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Sirius on October 28, 2010, 02:30:22 AM
I've got two mysteries:

(1)  What happened to my wooden recorder that I'd had since 7th grade? 

(2)  What happened to Judy Brownbear, my teddy bear from when I was a youngster?

I clearly remember having both of these when I moved into my mobile home in 1986.  My recorder was in the top drawer in the spare room, and Judy was on the shelf in the other bedroom.  However, I looked for them both on several occasions, and never found them.

Regarding the recorder, I suspect that my light-finger ex-BIL stole it and hocked it.  But why would he have taken my teddy bear?  I'm tempted to ask my nieces and nephew on that side if he ever gave them a brown teddy with no face, just yellow button eyes.  If Judy was given to a child, I hope they loved her as much as I did. 

I'm wondering if there are dimensional portals in our homes where things go.  Several of my favorite rings disappeared in that mobile home, too, and fortunately none of them had been particularly expensive (I think the most expensive one had been $20).  Plus, after a woman with Home Interiors was at my home for a show, I found the ring holder that I kept next to the kitchen sink on the floor in the living room, and half the rings were missing.  I don't think she had anything to do with it, and anyway none of the rings on that holder were worth much.  I found two of the rings under an end table that was about five feet away from where I found the ring holder, but never found the rest of the rings.  The other two ladies who came to the show were both people I knew well, so I didn't think they took my rings.  So where did they go?  And where did the one that fell off the bedside table go?  I heard it hit the floor, but never saw it again.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: lady_disdain on October 28, 2010, 11:23:04 AM
I have the same problem with things disappearing. A favourite pink tourmaline just disappeared one day (it was sitting on my bedside table). An earring fell off my ear into the vortex - it wasn't caught on my hair, it wasn't on the bed, it wasn't on the floor. I tore the room apart looking for them.

Same thing in my car. I have a bad habit of fidgeting with my rings. One day, one of them slipped off and fell under the passanger seat. Nope - not there. I have used a flashlight, I have used a vacuum, I have even removed the seat and some of the carpeting. Not there.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on October 28, 2010, 12:13:45 PM
I've got a new and disturbing one: What happened to the envelope that was in my purse, containing $1250 and a picture of each of my children? It was in my purse Tuesday morning, and I discovered it missing yesterday afternoon. I have retraced my steps half a dozen times, racked my brain, and searched everywhere it could conceivably have been stashed or fallen. I keep coming back to the conclusion that it must have been taken at some point when my purse was temporarily out of my sight. At work? At the grocery store? I don't know. I do know that I needed that money and now it's gone.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on October 28, 2010, 01:06:37 PM
Actually, I just had one.  It's kind of a missing object mixed I just want to know.  :-\

When I was growing up, sister and I had a kind of Peanuts playhouse, it even came with a couple figures.  While I don't remember much of it, I do remember puzzling where the figures went one day, as they just could not be found.

I also remember some problem with the chimney of the house.

Maybe its mundane, but I just.  wish.  I.  knew.  where.  they.  went.  already.  ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LadyClaire on October 28, 2010, 01:11:24 PM
The stories about pictures and documents are interesting.

I don't have much from my mom's side of the family..being from Cyprus, that kind of record keeping simply didn't exist in their village, and what they did have was mostly lost when the island was segregated into the greek and turkish halves, and my relatives lost their homes and much of their belongings in the process.

My mom recently found a lot of documents from my dad's side of the family when she was cleaning out some old files. After my grandmother died, my dad went to her house in Florida, pretty much shoved everything into boxes, and stashed the boxes in the garage loft without ever bothering to look through any of them. We've cut Dad out of our lives due to toxic behavior, but he left all of the papers behind when he moved out. Mom found some very old photographs, as well as things like divorce papers in which my great-grandfather filed for divorce based on his wife having an affair with a neighbor. There were even written eye-witness accounts from people who "saw *great grandmother* sharing on more than one occasion intimate caresses and amorous embraces with *her lover*, in full view of decent law-abiding citizens, much to the scandal and dismay of her husband".

It made for some interesting reading..also turned up some info like a great-great-great grandfather being a horse thief who was eventually hanged.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Delia DeLyons on October 28, 2010, 03:09:23 PM
     I'll be thinking of you, hoping you find your envelope Cathy!!!

     And to Outdoor Girl - porcupines can climb trees... they have claws suited to it.  I don't know if they'd be sufficient for scaling the smooth walls of a box, but given that he disappeared, I would guess they are!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Outdoor Girl on October 28, 2010, 03:12:38 PM
But there were no marks on the box!  It's like he rocked the box to flip it over, walked out, and then nudged the box back into an upright position in the exact spot on the floor that it was before he knocked it over.  Spike was very resourceful, I tell you.

It was almost a divorce porcupine when my Dad fed him the head of Boston lettuce Mom was saving for a special salad, instead of the head of iceburg he was supposed to feed Spike.   :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: tiff019 on October 28, 2010, 07:39:39 PM
I lost a tanzanite ring for a couple years one time. It turned up in a drawer in my closet that I had gone through at least 5 separate times several months apart looking for that ring. Luckily it hasn't gone on vacation since - it was my first 'real' ring, my mom gave it to me for my 16th (I think) birthday. The stone is chipped, but I still love it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on October 28, 2010, 08:09:35 PM
I had to return an item today at a local craft store.  Seems pretty normal, right? 

Where did the nice set of chopsticks in the bag come from?  The weren't the cheapo wooden ones from the Chinese restaurants, they look like ivory (probably some type of acrylic/plastic).  I have NO idea where they came from. 

Also, they are not new and obviously used, so they didn't get put in the bag by accident when I made the original purchase.   ???
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: snoopygirl on October 29, 2010, 04:45:37 AM
I wondered yesterday what happened to my receipt from Marks and Spencer. I never even left town when I needed it and now its nowhere. I needed it because I bought a bunch of bras. When I left the store I had a horrible thought that I bought the wrong size. I had hubby check and text me back. I did. Of course both me and hubby are wondering how the heck that happened as I have worn the same size for years. So I go to exchange them before I leave town. And no receipt. I tore apart the bag they were in and took everything out of my purse. Nothing. Maybe it fell out when I took them out to remind myself what I bought. Thank goodness the woman at the exchange desk was so nice when I told her. She gave me store credit and then I paid the difference. Usually stores here will not let you return at all without a receipt. But where did it go? And why did I buy the wrong size in the first place?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: girlysprite on October 29, 2010, 05:59:04 AM
There is an interesting family history thing here as well. On my mother side there is a mysterious trait that sometimes crops up. You see, we are all white people. An aunt traced the family back quite far and it's all ordinary people from villages in provinces of the Netherlands (where we still live). However, everyone or two generations a person is born who looks like a half-blood asian. Especially the eyes - and hair completely sleek and black. The last one to look like this is an older niece. The effect was so strong that people asked her parents if she was adopted. The one before that is my great-grandmother, who looked like she came from Indonesia (she didn't).
Nothing in the family tree suggests an Asian heritage, or 'out of wedlock' children. 

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on October 29, 2010, 06:27:27 AM
I had to return an item today at a local craft store.  Seems pretty normal, right? 

Where did the nice set of chopsticks in the bag come from?  The weren't the cheapo wooden ones from the Chinese restaurants, they look like ivory (probably some type of acrylic/plastic).  I have NO idea where they came from. 

Also, they are not new and obviously used, so they didn't get put in the bag by accident when I made the original purchase.   ???

The mystery chopsticks have mysteriously disappeared.   :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 29, 2010, 08:57:22 AM
There is an interesting family history thing here as well. On my mother side there is a mysterious trait that sometimes crops up. You see, we are all white people. An aunt traced the family back quite far and it's all ordinary people from villages in provinces of the Netherlands (where we still live). However, everyone or two generations a person is born who looks like a half-blood asian. Especially the eyes - and hair completely sleek and black. The last one to look like this is an older niece. The effect was so strong that people asked her parents if she was adopted. The one before that is my great-grandmother, who looked like she came from Indonesia (she didn't).
Nothing in the family tree suggests an Asian heritage, or 'out of wedlock' children. 



It doesn't have to be Asian ancestry. It may be a mutant genetic trait.

We have no Asian ancestors in our family tree, and yet one cousin looks very Asian - eyes, hair, bone structure, the whole nine yards. When she went travelling overseas, everyone thought she was a citizen rather than a tourist! The doctor told them it is just a random gene that went wonky. Her family is mostly brunette though, so it isn't as noticeable as it might have been.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on October 29, 2010, 10:33:47 AM
There is an interesting family history thing here as well. On my mother side there is a mysterious trait that sometimes crops up. You see, we are all white people. An aunt traced the family back quite far and it's all ordinary people from villages in provinces of the Netherlands (where we still live). However, everyone or two generations a person is born who looks like a half-blood asian. Especially the eyes - and hair completely sleek and black. The last one to look like this is an older niece. The effect was so strong that people asked her parents if she was adopted. The one before that is my great-grandmother, who looked like she came from Indonesia (she didn't).
Nothing in the family tree suggests an Asian heritage, or 'out of wedlock' children. 

It doesn't have to be Asian ancestry. It may be a mutant genetic trait.

We have no Asian ancestors in our family tree, and yet one cousin looks very Asian - eyes, hair, bone structure, the whole nine yards. When she went travelling overseas, everyone thought she was a citizen rather than a tourist! The doctor told them it is just a random gene that went wonky. Her family is mostly brunette though, so it isn't as noticeable as it might have been.

Well, it's not like there's an Asian gene.  That would be a lot of random mutations in multiple genes happening in one person.  While not impossible, I would say that it's improbable.  I would bet there's are a few Asian ancestors someone in there that no one knows about and/or will admit.  What I've learned from my Dad's genealogy research is that family trees are full of secrets (and we're only talking a few generations because our info picks up around 1840).  :)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Brentwood on October 29, 2010, 03:41:32 PM
My envelope of money has been found.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 29, 2010, 03:44:20 PM
My envelope of money has been found.

Yay!!! :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on October 29, 2010, 03:52:25 PM
My envelope of money has been found.

Oh, I'll bet you breathed one big sign of relief! :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 29, 2010, 04:13:57 PM
There is an interesting family history thing here as well. On my mother side there is a mysterious trait that sometimes crops up. You see, we are all white people. An aunt traced the family back quite far and it's all ordinary people from villages in provinces of the Netherlands (where we still live). However, everyone or two generations a person is born who looks like a half-blood asian. Especially the eyes - and hair completely sleek and black. The last one to look like this is an older niece. The effect was so strong that people asked her parents if she was adopted. The one before that is my great-grandmother, who looked like she came from Indonesia (she didn't).
Nothing in the family tree suggests an Asian heritage, or 'out of wedlock' children. 

It doesn't have to be Asian ancestry. It may be a mutant genetic trait.

We have no Asian ancestors in our family tree, and yet one cousin looks very Asian - eyes, hair, bone structure, the whole nine yards. When she went travelling overseas, everyone thought she was a citizen rather than a tourist! The doctor told them it is just a random gene that went wonky. Her family is mostly brunette though, so it isn't as noticeable as it might have been.

Well, it's not like there's an Asian gene.  That would be a lot of random mutations in multiple genes happening in one person.  While not impossible, I would say that it's improbable.  I would bet there's are a few Asian ancestors someone in there that no one knows about and/or will admit.  What I've learned from my Dad's genealogy research is that family trees are full of secrets (and we're only talking a few generations because our info picks up around 1840).  :)

While I will agree with you that family trees sometimes have odd branches (some odder than others), that line of the family can be traced back to the 1700s (Austria) on both sides. And they are very hard-core genealogists. ::) If there was an aberration in the family tree, they would have dragged it out and beaten it to death by now.

(I have a sneaking suspicion that we can't trace it much farther than Austria because we were the nutcases and they don't want us back. ;D)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: minky on October 29, 2010, 04:36:15 PM
There is an interesting family history thing here as well. On my mother side there is a mysterious trait that sometimes crops up. You see, we are all white people. An aunt traced the family back quite far and it's all ordinary people from villages in provinces of the Netherlands (where we still live). However, everyone or two generations a person is born who looks like a half-blood asian. Especially the eyes - and hair completely sleek and black. The last one to look like this is an older niece. The effect was so strong that people asked her parents if she was adopted. The one before that is my great-grandmother, who looked like she came from Indonesia (she didn't).
Nothing in the family tree suggests an Asian heritage, or 'out of wedlock' children. 

It doesn't have to be Asian ancestry. It may be a mutant genetic trait.

We have no Asian ancestors in our family tree, and yet one cousin looks very Asian - eyes, hair, bone structure, the whole nine yards. When she went travelling overseas, everyone thought she was a citizen rather than a tourist! The doctor told them it is just a random gene that went wonky. Her family is mostly brunette though, so it isn't as noticeable as it might have been.

Well, it's not like there's an Asian gene.  That would be a lot of random mutations in multiple genes happening in one person.  While not impossible, I would say that it's improbable.  I would bet there's are a few Asian ancestors someone in there that no one knows about and/or will admit.  What I've learned from my Dad's genealogy research is that family trees are full of secrets (and we're only talking a few generations because our info picks up around 1840).  :)

While I will agree with you that family trees sometimes have odd branches (some odder than others), that line of the family can be traced back to the 1700s (Austria) on both sides. And they are very hard-core genealogists. ::) If there was an aberration in the family tree, they would have dragged it out and beaten it to death by now.

(I have a sneaking suspicion that we can't trace it much farther than Austria because we were the nutcases and they don't want us back. ;D)

But you don't know if one of those ancestors with the very Dutch or Austrian name was actually Asian and was adopted by the family.  The Dutch went all over the world -- someone could have brought back an orphan (or a love child) from a sea voyage to the Far East.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 29, 2010, 05:32:29 PM
But you don't know if one of those ancestors with the very Dutch or Austrian name was actually Asian and was adopted by the family.  The Dutch went all over the world -- someone could have brought back an orphan (or a love child) from a sea voyage to the Far East.


That's a thought, but no adoptions (or sailors) that I know of in that branch (I have the Austrian ancestors, I can't answer for girlysprite's Dutch ancestors). An adoption of an Asian child would be very unlikely and very public in some families because of racism. A love child, maybe, if the family could totally hide the child's origins, but that is still pushing it. People could be very cruel about other races in those days.

But that would still beg the question of why the adopted child's kids wouldn't look like them? If you start out with a brown face in a sea of blonde kids, at least some of their kids would be dark, and some of their grandkids, etc. etc. It wouldn't be blonde for five generations and then one dark child, and then blonde again, unless something else was going on with the genes.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on October 29, 2010, 05:35:11 PM
*sigh*

I found my stupid phone.

It was on the lower shelf in the master closet just above DH's laundry hamper. I tried feebly to blame him  >:D, since it wouldn't happened if I hadn't been doing his laundry, but that didn't really fly.

This is exactly the sort of place I figured I would find it. I even looked on all the closet shelves...except, apparently, that one.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Fliss on October 29, 2010, 07:11:43 PM
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But that would still beg the question of why the adopted child's kids wouldn't look like them? If you start out with a brown face in a sea of blonde kids, at least some of their kids would be dark, and some of their grandkids, etc. etc. It wouldn't be blonde for five generations and then one dark child, and then blonde again, unless something else was going on with the genes.

For the same reason that I look Greek but aren't. A great grandfather had an Aboriginal companion while he was a stockman. They had 12 kids. When he got married to his white wife and became respectable, 2 of those kids were white enough to be absorbed into the new family.

I'm descended from them. Brown straight hair, brown eyes, white skin. But every so often, a throwback like me happens, with curly black hair, hazel bronze eyes, and dark skin.

Genetics is a funny thing. Just when you think you know the rules, it decides not to play fair anymore.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Sirius on October 29, 2010, 07:32:05 PM
My envelope of money has been found.

Great!   ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on October 29, 2010, 07:37:57 PM
We thought for years that the "Indian" blood in the family referred to American Indian.  A little research apparently traces it back to an Englishman who returned home with his children after their mother (he came back with more money than he left with as well as the kids - so his marriage involved someone not of pure English stock - but who MAY have inherited money) apprently died.  

Although there may also be American Indian on another branch of the family tree - Mom is still doing research.

My father's maternal grandparents came over from Austria/Germany on the same boat with their parents (one family left at least two older siblings behind in Europe) - but they didn't marry for several years.  They came from the same village - and the various marriage licenses show that the Gs, the Ms, the Ls, and the Ws had been intermarrying since the late 1700s (at least).  That side of the family is probably pure German (barring immigrants before the 18th century) - although supposedly ONE last name came from England(?) in the late 17th century (Mom is still researching).

The internet is a wonderful thing.

Reminds me, I need to find my "family history" book and reread it........there might be some interesting stories in there.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: TeamBhakta on October 29, 2010, 07:44:42 PM
Over 14 years ago, I was at a Wal-Mart playing in the vending machine / quarter rides area with my sisters. An adorable little boy, maybe 4 years old, came into that section and started playing in a mechanical rocket. After a while, someone in the store realized "wait, this kid has been here a super long time. And where are his parents ?" The police showed up and took the little boy away. I always wondered if he ended up okay.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on October 29, 2010, 08:28:33 PM
But you don't know if one of those ancestors with the very Dutch or Austrian name was actually Asian and was adopted by the family.  The Dutch went all over the world -- someone could have brought back an orphan (or a love child) from a sea voyage to the Far East.


That's a thought, but no adoptions (or sailors) that I know of in that branch (I have the Austrian ancestors, I can't answer for girlysprite's Dutch ancestors). An adoption of an Asian child would be very unlikely and very public in some families because of racism. A love child, maybe, if the family could totally hide the child's origins, but that is still pushing it. People could be very cruel about other races in those days.

But that would still beg the question of why the adopted child's kids wouldn't look like them? If you start out with a brown face in a sea of blonde kids, at least some of their kids would be dark, and some of their grandkids, etc. etc. It wouldn't be blonde for five generations and then one dark child, and then blonde again, unless something else was going on with the genes.

Switched at birth? :-\
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: TeamBhakta on October 29, 2010, 09:00:56 PM
There is an interesting family history thing here as well. On my mother side there is a mysterious trait that sometimes crops up. You see, we are all white people. An aunt traced the family back quite far and it's all ordinary people from villages in provinces of the Netherlands (where we still live). However, everyone or two generations a person is born who looks like a half-blood asian. Especially the eyes - and hair completely sleek and black. The last one to look like this is an older niece. The effect was so strong that people asked her parents if she was adopted. The one before that is my great-grandmother, who looked like she came from Indonesia (she didn't).
Nothing in the family tree suggests an Asian heritage, or 'out of wedlock' children.  

This sounds like the plot of The Secret of Roan Inish  , except I don't know if there's a Netherlands version of Ireland's selkies ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on October 29, 2010, 09:52:59 PM
While I will agree with you that family trees sometimes have odd branches (some odder than others), that line of the family can be traced back to the 1700s (Austria) on both sides. And they are very hard-core genealogists. ::) If there was an aberration in the family tree, they would have dragged it out and beaten it to death by now.

(I have a sneaking suspicion that we can't trace it much farther than Austria because we were the nutcases and they don't want us back. ;D)

There may not be any in the direct line but what about the side branches.  I'm guessing that someone(s) who married into the family had unknown Asian ancestry.  Europe and Asia are connected; it's not that hard to imagine a little unrecorded mixing back in the day.  I mean, Genghis Khan really got around.  ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Master_Edward on October 29, 2010, 11:07:50 PM
I have a little mystery, (not nearly as interesting as all the family ones though!) I recently found an empty 2 liter Pepsi bottle in my apartment. I know I didn't bring it in here. I don't know where it came from. I've got family nearby that does stop by regularly so maybe one of them brought it in with them when they stopped to see me. But why bring an empty pop bottle into my apartment and then leave it here? Oh well, at least I can bring it in for recycling and get ten cents for it.

Ed.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RainhaDoTexugo on October 29, 2010, 11:41:12 PM
DF works at a small vet office.  Their week is Tuesday-Saturday.  This last Tuesday, their x-ray machine was down all day.  Wednesday, someone CUT the phone line, so they had no phone or internet.  Yesterday, their heat and hot water wouldn't work, and today, the laser they use for cold laser therapy was dead.  All in the week leading up to Halloween.  How did a nondescript vet office end up with a poltergeist? 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on October 30, 2010, 04:31:16 AM
There is an interesting family history thing here as well. On my mother side there is a mysterious trait that sometimes crops up. You see, we are all white people. An aunt traced the family back quite far and it's all ordinary people from villages in provinces of the Netherlands (where we still live). However, everyone or two generations a person is born who looks like a half-blood asian. Especially the eyes - and hair completely sleek and black. The last one to look like this is an older niece. The effect was so strong that people asked her parents if she was adopted. The one before that is my great-grandmother, who looked like she came from Indonesia (she didn't).
Nothing in the family tree suggests an Asian heritage, or 'out of wedlock' children. 

This sounds like the plot of The Secret of Roan Inish  , except I don't know if there's a Netherlands version of Ireland's selkies ;D

LOL! I love that movie!

girlysprite, if you are ever in a boat, or on a beach, and you see a lot of seals coming at you , RUN!!! ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Musicwoman on October 30, 2010, 09:54:28 AM
Did I have a time slip?

About 16 years ago, my late husband and I were living in a caravan in a very isolated part of Australia.  He was asked by a workmate to drive him (the workmate) to the nearest place the Greyhound bus stopped, to pick up his girlfriend.  The round trip - driving to the town, waiting for the bus and driving back - would take around four hours.  I was staying in the caravan with our daughter.  DH and the workmate needed to leave about 9pm.

I was tired and had already gotten into bed - the caravan was one ''room'' and I was talking to DH as he got ready to go.  He said goodnight and shut the door, I turned off the light and lay down.  A few seconds later the door opened and DH re-entered.  I sat up, turned on the light and asked what he'd forgotten ( I assumed he'd realised he needed something and had come back to get it).

He hadn't forgotten anything.  He'd been and gone and come back.  I looked at my watch and sure enough, it was almost 1am. 

I had no consciousness of having been asleep at all.  I had no drifty dozy feeling when I lay down, and most importantly I had no muzziness when I sat up.  As far as I'm concerned, I had not been to sleep at all and had lain down for at most a minute between the door closing and opening.

So what happened to that four hours?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: M-theory on October 30, 2010, 12:05:14 PM
Did I have a time slip?

About 16 years ago, my late husband and I were living in a caravan in a very isolated part of Australia.  He was asked by a workmate to drive him (the workmate) to the nearest place the Greyhound bus stopped, to pick up his girlfriend.  The round trip - driving to the town, waiting for the bus and driving back - would take around four hours.  I was staying in the caravan with our daughter.  DH and the workmate needed to leave about 9pm.

I was tired and had already gotten into bed - the caravan was one ''room'' and I was talking to DH as he got ready to go.  He said goodnight and shut the door, I turned off the light and lay down.  A few seconds later the door opened and DH re-entered.  I sat up, turned on the light and asked what he'd forgotten ( I assumed he'd realised he needed something and had come back to get it).

He hadn't forgotten anything.  He'd been and gone and come back.  I looked at my watch and sure enough, it was almost 1am. 

I had no consciousness of having been asleep at all.  I had no drifty dozy feeling when I lay down, and most importantly I had no muzziness when I sat up.  As far as I'm concerned, I had not been to sleep at all and had lain down for at most a minute between the door closing and opening.

So what happened to that four hours?

If you believe people on Unsolved Mysteries, you were abducted by aliens.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: newbiePA on October 30, 2010, 12:34:39 PM
To Muciswoman--
that has happened to me a few times, when I was really really sleepy (surgery rotation, anyone?)  I think it is one of those cases of your literally fall asleep the minute your head hits the pillow.

The sad thing, is I never felt really rested after those nights. It was like you sleep TOO hard.

newbiePA
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on October 30, 2010, 02:11:22 PM
To Muciswoman--
that has happened to me a few times, when I was really really sleepy (surgery rotation, anyone?)  I think it is one of those cases of your literally fall asleep the minute your head hits the pillow.

The sad thing, is I never felt really rested after those nights. It was like you sleep TOO hard.

newbiePA

Yeah, that's happened to me.  When I'm exhausted, I don't have sense of falling asleep or waking up.  I know that the body can sleep more efficiently when you're in sleep deficit.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MizB on October 30, 2010, 04:09:29 PM
Master Edward, maybe a relative brought it just so you could recycle it for money.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kherbert05 on October 31, 2010, 01:13:16 AM
I have a little mystery, (not nearly as interesting as all the family ones though!) I recently found an empty 2 liter Pepsi bottle in my apartment. I know I didn't bring it in here. I don't know where it came from. I've got family nearby that does stop by regularly so maybe one of them brought it in with them when they stopped to see me. But why bring an empty pop bottle into my apartment and then leave it here? Oh well, at least I can bring it in for recycling and get ten cents for it.

Ed.

Any teachers in the bunch. I collect odd things for experiments or class projects, and have left them at Sis's house just being absent minded or not realizing the kids were helpful and took them into the house.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on October 31, 2010, 03:36:12 PM
Last night I was reading a book in the living room when I noticed something that shouldn't be there...ticking.  It was really quite loud and sounded like a grandfather clock. 

I thought maybe that the ceiling fan was off balance, so I turned it off...still heard ticking.  I turned off everything I could think of and still heard tick.tock.tick.tock.tick.tock.  I was driving me crazy. All my clocks are digital as I tend to kill regular clocks (actually I fry the digital ones pretty frequently as well, but they are cheaper to replace).  I traced the ticking to a spot in my foyer...where, if I had one, would be the perfect place to put a grandfather clock.  :-\

The ticking went on for about two hours and then stopped.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: M-theory on October 31, 2010, 03:39:09 PM
Last night I was reading a book in the living room when I noticed something that shouldn't be there...ticking.  It was really quite loud and sounded like a grandfather clock. 

I thought maybe that the ceiling fan was off balance, so I turned it off...still heard ticking.  I turned off everything I could think of and still heard tick.tock.tick.tock.tick.tock.  I was driving me crazy. All my clocks are digital as I tend to kill regular clocks (actually I fry the digital ones pretty frequently as well, but they are cheaper to replace).  I traced the ticking to a spot in my foyer...where, if I had one, would be the perfect place to put a grandfather clock.  :-\

The ticking went on for about two hours and then stopped.

Awww, maybe you should get one. (And that's speaking as someone who hates analog timepieces because of the ticking and/or chiming.)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on October 31, 2010, 03:47:26 PM
Last night I was reading a book in the living room when I noticed something that shouldn't be there...ticking.  It was really quite loud and sounded like a grandfather clock. 

I thought maybe that the ceiling fan was off balance, so I turned it off...still heard ticking.  I turned off everything I could think of and still heard tick.tock.tick.tock.tick.tock.  I was driving me crazy. All my clocks are digital as I tend to kill regular clocks (actually I fry the digital ones pretty frequently as well, but they are cheaper to replace).  I traced the ticking to a spot in my foyer...where, if I had one, would be the perfect place to put a grandfather clock.  :-\

The ticking went on for about two hours and then stopped.

Awww, maybe you should get one. (And that's speaking as someone who hates analog timepieces because of the ticking and/or chiming.)

Nah, the ticking drives me bat poo crazy and besides that they NEVER keep proper time with me around. Ever.  I do think they are pretty though.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Twik on October 31, 2010, 03:57:14 PM
Might want to check for water leaks? I had a strange ticking noise in my apartment one day. After several hours, I noticed that the carpet was wet. After prolonged perplexity, I looked up and saw water coming through the ceiling.  :'( (That's not tears, that's me standing under the leak.)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RegionMom on October 31, 2010, 04:38:11 PM
My MIL's family owned a factory before WWII.  Germans took it over.  She is now a US citizen.  She has some original stock papers, deigning ownership to her family name. 
Some cousins on the Old Country are claiming rights, and MIL is in America.  She needs lawyers fluent in legalese in two languages, costing a few thousand dollars.   
Does she have an inheritance?  Is it worth fighting for?  She says, "oh well."  Too many bad memories, no fight left.
But...
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on October 31, 2010, 04:45:51 PM
Might want to check for water leaks? I had a strange ticking noise in my apartment one day. After several hours, I noticed that the carpet was wet. After prolonged perplexity, I looked up and saw water coming through the ceiling.  :'( (That's not tears, that's me standing under the leak.)

It wasn't and hasn't been raining (actually I think we have a record low for precipitation in my area) and I don't have pipes anywhere near there.  This was on an inside wall and my plumbing is in the outside walls/underground. I pinpointed the sound to a space of less than one square foot and head level (so over 5 feet from the ground)  and about 18'' from the wall....when I moved even a little from that spot, there was less volume. It didn't sound like water either...I had that happen last year with a minor roof leak and knew what it was immediately. 

I am still stumped.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: TeamBhakta on October 31, 2010, 05:19:58 PM
Last night I was reading a book in the living room when I noticed something that shouldn't be there...ticking.  It was really quite loud and sounded like a grandfather clock.  

I thought maybe that the ceiling fan was off balance, so I turned it off...still heard ticking.  I turned off everything I could think of and still heard tick.tock.tick.tock.tick.tock.  I was driving me crazy. All my clocks are digital as I tend to kill regular clocks (actually I fry the digital ones pretty frequently as well, but they are cheaper to replace).  I traced the ticking to a spot in my foyer...where, if I had one, would be the perfect place to put a grandfather clock.  :-\

The ticking went on for about two hours and then stopped.

Maybe it's the the Tell Tale Heart.  ;D Or the previous occupants were wizards (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_House_with_a_Clock_in_Its_Walls)

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Night_owl on October 31, 2010, 07:29:56 PM
Years ago, I worked in a nursing home with patients who had varying degrees of dementia.  One patient, Florence, had a very serene personality, but she could sometimes project almost scary and powerful side too.  She had dementia, but was oddly content about it.  She was unable to get up by herself and was almost blind.  One morning, she didn't respond to us when we spoke to her and when I went to get her up from her afternoon nap, she was unusually bright and alert.  She commented she had just gotten back from the ocean, she had been to the beach and the weather was beautiful.  When I asked how she got there, she looked at me and said, "I left my body, Child, how do you think I got there?  It's easy once you learn."  When I got her into her wheel chair, I went to remake her bed and there was white grains of sand on the sheets.  The skin on her nose was red.  We lived 400 miles from the ocean and she hadn't been outside in weeks.     

Another time, I was leaving at the end of my shift and when I said goodbye, Florence looked up from her usually fog and snapped, "Remember to stay off the back roads and watch out for Beezelbub."  There was something in the way she said it that I never take the back roads. 

Another time, a nurse was talking out about her new fiance and Florence pointed at the nurse's engagement ring and said, "He's a bad one.  An evil wind blows no good.  Don't marry him."  The nurse took it to heart for some reason and broke off the engagement.  Florence was right because the guy later served time for almost beating his girlfriend to death.

Sometimes, she'd randomly say numbers out loud and the numbers would show up on the lottery pick 4 or 5 that evening.  She'd sometimes say something to a nurse or nurse's aide.  She'd suddenly look you in the eye and make a seemingly random comment like, "Don't go out with him!" or "Get the brakes checked." Or "Are the doors locked?" 

The door lock comment was especially freaky because the night after she said that someone tried to break into the nursing home via the kitchen door that was usually left unlocked so people could go out and smoke cigarettes.  A few weeks a serial rapist was arrested who targeted businesses with female employees and struck on the night shift. 

She once told me to call home.  When I called home on my break, my mom told me she'd been trying to reach me all day that my step dad was in ICU and I needed to get there right away.  I drove the two hours home and was able to see my step dad one last time.  He died 12 hours later.  He was only in his mid 40's and had an unexpected heart attack.

Who was Florence?  How did she know this stuff?  Why were her children and grandchildren so afraid of her?  They were very respectful and attentive, but clearly afraid of her.  Who were the other older people sho came to visit her?  Florence's kids knew them and were very, very polite, but again were clearly afraid of them.     
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Twik on October 31, 2010, 08:10:18 PM
Might want to check for water leaks? I had a strange ticking noise in my apartment one day. After several hours, I noticed that the carpet was wet. After prolonged perplexity, I looked up and saw water coming through the ceiling.  :'( (That's not tears, that's me standing under the leak.)

It wasn't and hasn't been raining (actually I think we have a record low for precipitation in my area) and I don't have pipes anywhere near there.  This was on an inside wall and my plumbing is in the outside walls/underground. I pinpointed the sound to a space of less than one square foot and head level (so over 5 feet from the ground)  and about 18'' from the wall....when I moved even a little from that spot, there was less volume. It didn't sound like water either...I had that happen last year with a minor roof leak and knew what it was immediately. 

I am still stumped.

Death watch beetle?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on October 31, 2010, 08:15:33 PM

Another time, I was leaving at the end of my shift and when I said goodbye, Florence looked up from her usually fog and snapped, "Remember to stay off the back roads and watch out for Beezelbub."  There was something in the way she said it that I never take the back roads.    

My mother's uncle claimed to have seen the devil on a certain back road in the 30's or 40's.   My mother showed me the spot.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Daffydilly on October 31, 2010, 09:28:33 PM
When I was eight, my mother stopped the car at a stoplight. I looked up the hill and swear I saw a unicorn. It was a roan color and the sunlight seemed to stream around it. Told my mother, she just laughed and kept driving. But I've always sworn I saw a real live unicorn that day.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Scuba_Dog on October 31, 2010, 11:37:35 PM
Years ago, I worked in a nursing home with patients who had varying degrees of dementia.  One patient, Florence, had a very serene personality, but she could sometimes project almost scary and powerful side too.  She had dementia, but was oddly content about it.  She was unable to get up by herself and was almost blind.  One morning, she didn't respond to us when we spoke to her and when I went to get her up from her afternoon nap, she was unusually bright and alert.  She commented she had just gotten back from the ocean, she had been to the beach and the weather was beautiful.  When I asked how she got there, she looked at me and said, "I left my body, Child, how do you think I got there?  It's easy once you learn."  When I got her into her wheel chair, I went to remake her bed and there was white grains of sand on the sheets.  The skin on her nose was red.  We lived 400 miles from the ocean and she hadn't been outside in weeks.     

Another time, I was leaving at the end of my shift and when I said goodbye, Florence looked up from her usually fog and snapped, "Remember to stay off the back roads and watch out for Beezelbub."  There was something in the way she said it that I never take the back roads. 

Another time, a nurse was talking out about her new fiance and Florence pointed at the nurse's engagement ring and said, "He's a bad one.  An evil wind blows no good.  Don't marry him."  The nurse took it to heart for some reason and broke off the engagement.  Florence was right because the guy later served time for almost beating his girlfriend to death.

Sometimes, she'd randomly say numbers out loud and the numbers would show up on the lottery pick 4 or 5 that evening.  She'd sometimes say something to a nurse or nurse's aide.  She'd suddenly look you in the eye and make a seemingly random comment like, "Don't go out with him!" or "Get the brakes checked." Or "Are the doors locked?" 

The door lock comment was especially freaky because the night after she said that someone tried to break into the nursing home via the kitchen door that was usually left unlocked so people could go out and smoke cigarettes.  A few weeks a serial rapist was arrested who targeted businesses with female employees and struck on the night shift. 

She once told me to call home.  When I called home on my break, my mom told me she'd been trying to reach me all day that my step dad was in ICU and I needed to get there right away.  I drove the two hours home and was able to see my step dad one last time.  He died 12 hours later.  He was only in his mid 40's and had an unexpected heart attack.

Who was Florence?  How did she know this stuff?  Why were her children and grandchildren so afraid of her?  They were very respectful and attentive, but clearly afraid of her.  Who were the other older people sho came to visit her?  Florence's kids knew them and were very, very polite, but again were clearly afraid of them.     

This gave me chills.  I want to know who Florence was, too. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on November 01, 2010, 02:09:39 AM
Some people say children are more attuned to odd things because they have no 'adult filter'. They tend to see things as they really are, and notice more. Maybe Florence had much less of a filter than most people, and when she got dementia, it disappeared entirely.

If I were her kids, I'd be a little afraid of her, too. They could discuss things in  a locked closet in a basement a thousand miles away, and she'd still find out!!!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Marisol on November 01, 2010, 01:25:45 PM
Nah, the ticking drives me bat poo crazy and besides that they NEVER keep proper time with me around. Ever.  I do think they are pretty though.

Ticking drives me crazy too.  And dripping.  Recently I would hear a drip drip dripping sound every morning even though it hadn't rained.  I still don't know what it was, but it has stopped.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: bigozzy on November 02, 2010, 04:16:44 AM
My 12 year old twin boys were feeling hot and bothered and achey last night (virus) and continued to look a bit like that this morning.

The mystery: When told they could have the day off they started dancing a jig until they remembered they were sick.

Dr bigozzy's miracle cure.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: starofwinter on November 02, 2010, 08:30:54 AM
Where are my keys?  My lovely handmade green keychain with my house key, flashlight and favorite lipgloss is gone.  We've turned the house upside down, checked the car, and asked the only person whose house I went to in that timespan, and it's not there.   >:(

Also, I loved the Florence story.  I do wonder how she knew that.

And I'm glad I'm not the only one who thought of "The Mysterious Ticking Noise."
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfqueen13 on November 02, 2010, 08:50:39 AM
But you don't know if one of those ancestors with the very Dutch or Austrian name was actually Asian and was adopted by the family.  The Dutch went all over the world -- someone could have brought back an orphan (or a love child) from a sea voyage to the Far East.


That's a thought, but no adoptions (or sailors) that I know of in that branch (I have the Austrian ancestors, I can't answer for girlysprite's Dutch ancestors). An adoption of an Asian child would be very unlikely and very public in some families because of racism. A love child, maybe, if the family could totally hide the child's origins, but that is still pushing it. People could be very cruel about other races in those days.

But that would still beg the question of why the adopted child's kids wouldn't look like them? If you start out with a brown face in a sea of blonde kids, at least some of their kids would be dark, and some of their grandkids, etc. etc. It wouldn't be blonde for five generations and then one dark child, and then blonde again, unless something else was going on with the genes.
.

It's frequently hard to trace female lines; if one of your Dutch ancestors married the daughter or granddaughter of a sailor who had an Asian companion of some sort it might not be recorded anywhere. 

Some genes can hide.  A good example is the Plantagenet family that ruled England during the middle ages.  Most of them were tall blonds and redheads, with a fair amount of inbreeding to keep those genes strong but once in a while a short dark one popped up (supposedly as a reminder that a distant ancestress was a witch), most notably John I and Richard III.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on November 02, 2010, 09:10:45 AM
Where are my keys?  My lovely handmade green keychain with my house key, flashlight and favorite lipgloss is gone.  We've turned the house upside down, checked the car, and asked the only person whose house I went to in that timespan, and it's not there.   >:(

You forgot to mention coat pockets! (The bunch sounds a little big for jeans pockets or lost in purse.)

DH had outpatient surgery so drove himself over, handed me his keys for "safe-keeping". I used my own keys to drive him home. If I hadn't have had to wear that jacket a couple of days later, I would be posting the same question, except of course for the lipgloss.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: starofwinter on November 02, 2010, 09:13:32 AM
Where are my keys?  My lovely handmade green keychain with my house key, flashlight and favorite lipgloss is gone.  We've turned the house upside down, checked the car, and asked the only person whose house I went to in that timespan, and it's not there.   >:(

You forgot to mention coat pockets! (The bunch sounds a little big for jeans pockets or lost in purse.)

DH had outpatient surgery so drove himself over, handed me his keys for "safe-keeping". I used my own keys to drive him home. If I hadn't have had to wear that jacket a couple of days later, I would be posting the same question, except of course for the lipgloss.

I'd check, but it's been too warm to wear jackets down here.   :(
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfqueen13 on November 02, 2010, 09:43:39 AM
I want to know about the CIA lighter.

We had a zippo-style lighter appear in our home with the CIA logo on it.  No idea where it came from. Neither of us bought it and the previous tenants (who were friends of ours) didn't know anything about it either. My husband used it for about 8 months, then it vanished off the counter overnight.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on November 02, 2010, 09:52:27 AM
I want to know about the CIA lighter.

We had a zippo-style lighter appear in our home with the CIA logo on it.  No idea where it came from. Neither of us bought it and the previous tenants (who were friends of ours) didn't know anything about it either. My husband used it for about 8 months, then it vanished off the counter overnight.

Obviously, the CIA was in your house one night, nosing around and smoking.  They forgot their lighter.

When they remembered, they came and took it back. :)

OR it was a tiny camera/microphone.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfqueen13 on November 02, 2010, 09:59:42 AM
I want to know about the CIA lighter.

We had a zippo-style lighter appear in our home with the CIA logo on it.  No idea where it came from. Neither of us bought it and the previous tenants (who were friends of ours) didn't know anything about it either. My husband used it for about 8 months, then it vanished off the counter overnight.

Obviously, the CIA was in your house one night, nosing around and smoking.  They forgot their lighter.

When they remembered, they came and took it back. :)

OR it was a tiny camera/microphone.

My husband took it apart; no recording devices and it was a fully functioning lighter...I'm not sure lighter fluid would do a tiny microphone any good. The CIA being in the house would not exactly surprise me though.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RegionMom on November 02, 2010, 11:17:39 AM
Do tell??
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfqueen13 on November 02, 2010, 11:39:12 AM
Do tell??

About the CIA?  My husband has the ability to send some kinds of ghosts "across".  Maybe they want him to exorcise the Lincoln Bedroom?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: TeamBhakta on November 02, 2010, 12:25:21 PM
Years ago, my sister randomly found a big green, bone shaped dog biscuit in the middle of the house. This was after 4 or 5 years in that particular house. We didn't own a dog, just 3 cats. Nobody had brought dogs over to visit us. And none of the 2 previous owners had pets, either.  ???
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: M-theory on November 02, 2010, 12:28:27 PM
Years ago, my sister randomly found a big green, bone shaped dog biscuit in the middle of the house. This was after 4 or 5 years in that particular house. We didn't own a dog, just 3 cats. Nobody had brought dogs over to visit ever. And none of the 2 previous owners had pets, either.  ???

Were the cats indoor only or indoor/outdoor? My girl cat brings in leaves, so I can imagine an indoor/outdoor cat bringing in random objects.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: TeamBhakta on November 02, 2010, 12:33:11 PM
Years ago, my sister randomly found a big green, bone shaped dog biscuit in the middle of the house. This was after 4 or 5 years in that particular house. We didn't own a dog, just 3 cats. Nobody had brought dogs over to visit ever. And none of the 2 previous owners had pets, either.  ???

Were the cats indoor only or indoor/outdoor? My girl cat brings in leaves, so I can imagine an indoor/outdoor cat bringing in random objects.

They were indoor only cats. They were also allowed on our screened-in, cement floored back porch, which was kept locked at all times. Never anywhere else, though. Definitely not out in the yard, where there were snakes, hawks and fire ants
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on November 02, 2010, 01:10:35 PM


-- someone could have brought back an orphan (or a love child) from a sea voyage to the Far East.


Remember Cary Grant in Arsenic and Old Lace, being thrilled to discover he was actually the son of a sea cook?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on November 02, 2010, 01:51:50 PM
New one: where the frick is my good glass pie dish?  It was really nice, and I have never taken it out of the house, so where did it disappear to?  I've been tearing apart the house trying to find it because I want it to make holiday pies in (I use my crappy-looking, tin pie pans for just me and DH) and it is no where to be found.  Maybe the stinkbugs took it?  God knows there were enough of them this summer, and they're strong little buddies :-P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: carol1412 on November 02, 2010, 03:47:43 PM
LeeLee, your pie pan is on the bottom shelf of the left-hand cabinet in my dining room. Must be yours 'cause I have no idea where it came from otherwise.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on November 02, 2010, 05:46:41 PM
LeeLee, your pie pan is on the bottom shelf of the left-hand cabinet in my dining room. Must be yours 'cause I have no idea where it came from otherwise.

Either that or it's the dish my cats have been eating out of for like the last month.  I have no idea were it came from, but it really nice and heavy and they can't tip it over or drag it through the house.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: M-theory on November 02, 2010, 06:29:45 PM
Why do I have so much trouble focusing and avoiding straightforwardly self-destructive behaviors, like whacking my head on the wire shelf above the washer? I'm only 27, geez.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on November 02, 2010, 06:37:54 PM
My glass pizza pan is missing - I *think* that VorGuy may have taken it to school to use as a serving platter for a summer camp (snacks were served and lunches) but I can't swear to it.  He was supposed to check........it only took a year for some of the dishes the parents brought food in LAST YEAR for an annual event to be picked up.

Dad was a preacher - there were dishes that had been in the church cupboard so long that no one recognized the name on them.........
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Jules1980 on November 02, 2010, 09:00:04 PM
Where did the Hello Kitty coloring sheet that appeared on the lab desk this morning come from? Everyone denies printing it up, though everyone wanted to color it, but alas, we had no colors.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Seraphia on November 02, 2010, 09:17:58 PM
M-theory: at least yours is only wire. I've cracked my head three times on the corner of the wooden cabinet three times while washing dishes. You'd think I'd remember where it was after the first time. :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RainhaDoTexugo on November 02, 2010, 09:18:43 PM
M-theory: at least yours is only wire. I've cracked my head three times on the corner of the wooden cabinet three times while washing dishes. You'd think I'd remember where it was after the first time. :P

Our cat food bowl is right below a wooden shelf, and I hit my head on that shelf while I feed the cats at least once a month :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: M-theory on November 02, 2010, 10:27:11 PM
M-theory: at least yours is only wire. I've cracked my head three times on the corner of the wooden cabinet three times while washing dishes. You'd think I'd remember where it was after the first time. :P

It's heavy coated wire bracketing. It might as well be half inch-thick metal. It REALLY hurts. I'm surprised you didn't cut your scalp hitting your head on a corner like that, though.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on November 03, 2010, 09:19:06 AM
LeeLee, your pie pan is on the bottom shelf of the left-hand cabinet in my dining room. Must be yours 'cause I have no idea where it came from otherwise.

Either that or it's the dish my cats have been eating out of for like the last month.  I have no idea were it came from, but it really nice and heavy and they can't tip it over or drag it through the house.

Haha, well as long as someone's using it, I don't mind.  Especially if it keeps the cats from spilling their food, I'm definitely not going to deny you a good pan!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Marisol on November 03, 2010, 12:37:15 PM
Why do I do things when that little voice in my head clearly says not to?  For example I clearly said to myself, "do not take that slice of cake to your neighbor on your favorite dish".  But instead I decided it looked so pretty on the plate she would love the presentation and I would get my plate back since we are next door neighbors and we did this kind of thing all the time.

She moved a week later with my plate.  She thought it was her sister's and now has no idea where it is.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on November 03, 2010, 03:34:18 PM
Where did the hairball come from? I swept the hallway one day, getting right in under the baseboard heaters, and damp-mopped it.  An hour later there was a hairball in the middle of the floor. 

I had two cats at the time, so a hairball now and then wasn't that great a mystery.  But this wasn't a nice, fresh, gooey, freshly-horked hairball, ideal for the hapless human to step in.  This was an old, dry, flat, dessicated hairball.

Do ghost cats hork hairballs?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on November 03, 2010, 07:05:06 PM
HA! The mystery ticking has been solved.

Turns out it was this little booger http://eu.fotolia.com/id/12297335.  The sound was bouncing off the walls weird and was making it louder and more tick tocky in the foyer than in the kitchen.  I didn't even know I had one.  DH brought it home as a freebie and shoved it in a kitchen drawer last week. 

I still have no idea what is making it randoming tick though.  ::)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on November 03, 2010, 09:45:07 PM
Why did that walker keep turning on over and over again this afternoon?  I find singing kids' toys creepy enough (they keep the baby REALLY happy, though).  I don't need them switching on randomly on their own throughout the day.  I came running into the living room, and I was surprised to see it was still sitting in the same spot.  I fully expected it to be rolling across the room or chewing the head off a stuffed animal.

(It's a lot like this one:  http://www.amazon.com/VTech-80-077000-Sit-to-Stand-Learning-Walker/dp/B000NZQ010/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&qid=1288838629&sr=8-10)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on November 03, 2010, 10:09:14 PM
Electronic toys just do that.  The grandkids have one that would go off at random times with no one near it.  I think the manufacturers put in a 'random noise generator' deliberately to drive parents and grandparents insane, just in case the item during normal kid play isn't sufficient in and of itself.  (Yes, Elfqueen, I'm thinking about that day that your toddler son pushed the 'green square' button overandoverandover so fast that it couldn't even finish saying 'green square', but instead said "gree-gree-gree-gree-gree-gree-gree-gree-gree-gree-gree-gree..." for eons.)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: tallone on November 03, 2010, 11:42:55 PM
When I was in high school a fully grown tree arrived in the playground over night.

There was a row of trees in front of a two story building with a veranda on each floor facing the trees. In my first years at high school my friends and I would toss a ball back and forth between people on the ground and people on the 2nd floor verandah. There was only one gap in the row of trees where this was possible (about ten metres across) since there was about twenty rowdy boys crowding for the ball on the ground.

During the next couple years we outgrew the ball game but some girls started sitting on the verandah so being 14-16 year old boys they took up a lot of our attention. We called them the Rapunzel Girls. A few weeks after i turned 16 there was suddenly a five metre tall tree blocking the view.

Says I to a friend "The hell did that tree come from?"
"What tree?"
"That tree."
"Whoa! Hey, where did that tree come from, friend2?"
"It's always been there."

But, it hadn't. How could we have thrown a ball between floors if this tree was there the whole time? We would have been throwing it at the branches from both directions! And how could we moon over the rapunzel girls so eloquently if we couldn't see them to shape our avid descriptions of their beauty?

There was no signs of recent disturbance e.g they planted it over night. everyone just kept saying it had always been there, teachers included. Only a few of my friends and I escaped this nefarious spell and realised that that tree was.not.there.before!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on November 04, 2010, 02:28:50 AM
When I was in high school a fully grown tree arrived in the playground over night.

There was a row of trees in front of a two story building with a veranda on each floor facing the trees. In my first years at high school my friends and I would toss a ball back and forth between people on the ground and people on the 2nd floor verandah. There was only one gap in the row of trees where this was possible (about ten metres across) since there was about twenty rowdy boys crowding for the ball on the ground.

During the next couple years we outgrew the ball game but some girls started sitting on the verandah so being 14-16 year old boys they took up a lot of our attention. We called them the Rapunzel Girls. A few weeks after i turned 16 there was suddenly a five metre tall tree blocking the view.

Says I to a friend "The hell did that tree come from?"
"What tree?"
"That tree."
"Whoa! Hey, where did that tree come from, friend2?"
"It's always been there."

But, it hadn't. How could we have thrown a ball between floors if this tree was there the whole time? We would have been throwing it at the branches from both directions! And how could we moon over the rapunzel girls so eloquently if we couldn't see them to shape our avid descriptions of their beauty?

There was no signs of recent disturbance e.g they planted it over night. everyone just kept saying it had always been there, teachers included. Only a few of my friends and I escaped this nefarious spell and realised that that tree was.not.there.before!

Maybe a nymph settled in and the Mist is hiding it?  ;D

*now being dragged away from my Percy Jackson books* >.<
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Fliss on November 04, 2010, 03:50:56 AM
When I was in high school a fully grown tree arrived in the playground over night.

Happens more often than you might think. We have an olive tree on the verge that I'm suspicious of. I distinctly remember there only being one 5 years ago - now there are 2! Both about the same age and height.

Partner thinks I'm slightly dotty on this (Fliss, there's always been 2 trees!). I however, think someone did a quick 'copy and paste' job one night on the cosmic computer and I'm the only person to notice.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on November 04, 2010, 08:45:33 AM
When I was in high school a fully grown tree arrived in the playground over night.

There was a row of trees in front of a two story building with a veranda on each floor facing the trees. In my first years at high school my friends and I would toss a ball back and forth between people on the ground and people on the 2nd floor verandah. There was only one gap in the row of trees where this was possible (about ten metres across) since there was about twenty rowdy boys crowding for the ball on the ground.

During the next couple years we outgrew the ball game but some girls started sitting on the verandah so being 14-16 year old boys they took up a lot of our attention. We called them the Rapunzel Girls. A few weeks after i turned 16 there was suddenly a five metre tall tree blocking the view.

Says I to a friend "The hell did that tree come from?"
"What tree?"
"That tree."
"Whoa! Hey, where did that tree come from, friend2?"
"It's always been there."

But, it hadn't. How could we have thrown a ball between floors if this tree was there the whole time? We would have been throwing it at the branches from both directions! And how could we moon over the rapunzel girls so eloquently if we couldn't see them to shape our avid descriptions of their beauty?

There was no signs of recent disturbance e.g they planted it over night. everyone just kept saying it had always been there, teachers included. Only a few of my friends and I escaped this nefarious spell and realised that that tree was.not.there.before!

Regardless of the mystery tree, what wonderful memories you must have of tossing the ball and admiring the Rapunzel girls.

I truly enjoyed reading about them.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on November 04, 2010, 09:30:42 AM
When I was in high school a fully grown tree arrived in the playground over night.

There was a row of trees in front of a two story building with a veranda on each floor facing the trees. In my first years at high school my friends and I would toss a ball back and forth between people on the ground and people on the 2nd floor verandah. There was only one gap in the row of trees where this was possible (about ten metres across) since there was about twenty rowdy boys crowding for the ball on the ground.

During the next couple years we outgrew the ball game but some girls started sitting on the verandah so being 14-16 year old boys they took up a lot of our attention. We called them the Rapunzel Girls. A few weeks after i turned 16 there was suddenly a five metre tall tree blocking the view.

Says I to a friend "The hell did that tree come from?"
"What tree?"
"That tree."
"Whoa! Hey, where did that tree come from, friend2?"
"It's always been there."

But, it hadn't. How could we have thrown a ball between floors if this tree was there the whole time? We would have been throwing it at the branches from both directions! And how could we moon over the rapunzel girls so eloquently if we couldn't see them to shape our avid descriptions of their beauty?

There was no signs of recent disturbance e.g they planted it over night. everyone just kept saying it had always been there, teachers included. Only a few of my friends and I escaped this nefarious spell and realised that that tree was.not.there.before!

Regardless of the mystery tree, what wonderful memories you must have of tossing the ball and admiring the Rapunzel girls.

I truly enjoyed reading about them.

Indeed.  Tallone, you are aware that you're an excellent writer, yes?  I mean, seriously, you really are.  I'm gonna try to plant a little seed here and suggest you enter some sort of writing competition that might be in your area.  You made me *see* the trees, the veranda, and the Rapunzel girls so clearly.  That's talent, man.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on November 04, 2010, 10:56:27 AM
When I was in high school a fully grown tree arrived in the playground over night.

There was a row of trees in front of a two story building with a veranda on each floor facing the trees. In my first years at high school my friends and I would toss a ball back and forth between people on the ground and people on the 2nd floor verandah. There was only one gap in the row of trees where this was possible (about ten metres across) since there was about twenty rowdy boys crowding for the ball on the ground.

During the next couple years we outgrew the ball game but some girls started sitting on the verandah so being 14-16 year old boys they took up a lot of our attention. We called them the Rapunzel Girls. A few weeks after i turned 16 there was suddenly a five metre tall tree blocking the view.

Says I to a friend "The hell did that tree come from?"
"What tree?"
"That tree."
"Whoa! Hey, where did that tree come from, friend2?"
"It's always been there."

But, it hadn't. How could we have thrown a ball between floors if this tree was there the whole time? We would have been throwing it at the branches from both directions! And how could we moon over the rapunzel girls so eloquently if we couldn't see them to shape our avid descriptions of their beauty?

There was no signs of recent disturbance e.g they planted it over night. everyone just kept saying it had always been there, teachers included. Only a few of my friends and I escaped this nefarious spell and realised that that tree was.not.there.before!

Regardless of the mystery tree, what wonderful memories you must have of tossing the ball and admiring the Rapunzel girls.

I truly enjoyed reading about them.

Indeed.  Tallone, you are aware that you're an excellent writer, yes?  I mean, seriously, you really are.  I'm gonna try to plant a little seed here and suggest you enter some sort of writing competition that might be in your area.  You made me *see* the trees, the veranda, and the Rapunzel girls so clearly.  That's talent, man.

Exactly.

Oh, to have been a Rapunzel girl. :-*
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: LeeLee88 on November 04, 2010, 01:38:04 PM
When I was in high school a fully grown tree arrived in the playground over night.

There was a row of trees in front of a two story building with a veranda on each floor facing the trees. In my first years at high school my friends and I would toss a ball back and forth between people on the ground and people on the 2nd floor verandah. There was only one gap in the row of trees where this was possible (about ten metres across) since there was about twenty rowdy boys crowding for the ball on the ground.

During the next couple years we outgrew the ball game but some girls started sitting on the verandah so being 14-16 year old boys they took up a lot of our attention. We called them the Rapunzel Girls. A few weeks after i turned 16 there was suddenly a five metre tall tree blocking the view.

Says I to a friend "The hell did that tree come from?"
"What tree?"
"That tree."
"Whoa! Hey, where did that tree come from, friend2?"
"It's always been there."

But, it hadn't. How could we have thrown a ball between floors if this tree was there the whole time? We would have been throwing it at the branches from both directions! And how could we moon over the rapunzel girls so eloquently if we couldn't see them to shape our avid descriptions of their beauty?

There was no signs of recent disturbance e.g they planted it over night. everyone just kept saying it had always been there, teachers included. Only a few of my friends and I escaped this nefarious spell and realised that that tree was.not.there.before!

Regardless of the mystery tree, what wonderful memories you must have of tossing the ball and admiring the Rapunzel girls.

I truly enjoyed reading about them.

Indeed.  Tallone, you are aware that you're an excellent writer, yes?  I mean, seriously, you really are.  I'm gonna try to plant a little seed here and suggest you enter some sort of writing competition that might be in your area.  You made me *see* the trees, the veranda, and the Rapunzel girls so clearly.  That's talent, man.

Exactly.

Oh, to have been a Rapunzel girl. :-*

I know, right?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: tallone on November 04, 2010, 08:41:20 PM
Aww shucks!  :-[
I'm sure I would have been proud to pine over all you wondrous eHell ladies! Can't do it now, I'm taken, sorry! On a sad note, eventually the continuous banter between my friends and I and the Rapunzel Girls meant they left their lofty perch and sat with us at lunch. Our mystery women became regular girls and the world was a little less shiny for it...until we discovered dating!  ;D

I actually do a bit of writing for fun and if I'm good at it it's because I read so many books! My creative writing always feels more clunky though. Even if I invent a situation in my head that I can "see" as well as any memory I just can't describe it as well as a real memory. That's another personal mystery though... (bringing things back on topic :P )

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Queen of Clubs on November 05, 2010, 12:50:19 PM
When I was in high school a fully grown tree arrived in the playground over night.

There was a row of trees in front of a two story building with a veranda on each floor facing the trees. In my first years at high school my friends and I would toss a ball back and forth between people on the ground and people on the 2nd floor verandah. There was only one gap in the row of trees where this was possible (about ten metres across) since there was about twenty rowdy boys crowding for the ball on the ground.

During the next couple years we outgrew the ball game but some girls started sitting on the verandah so being 14-16 year old boys they took up a lot of our attention. We called them the Rapunzel Girls. A few weeks after i turned 16 there was suddenly a five metre tall tree blocking the view.

Says I to a friend "The hell did that tree come from?"
"What tree?"
"That tree."
"Whoa! Hey, where did that tree come from, friend2?"
"It's always been there."

But, it hadn't. How could we have thrown a ball between floors if this tree was there the whole time? We would have been throwing it at the branches from both directions! And how could we moon over the rapunzel girls so eloquently if we couldn't see them to shape our avid descriptions of their beauty?

There was no signs of recent disturbance e.g they planted it over night. everyone just kept saying it had always been there, teachers included. Only a few of my friends and I escaped this nefarious spell and realised that that tree was.not.there.before!

Ooh, The Lake House!  Keanu Reeves' character planted a tree that suddenly appeared by Sandra Bullock's apartment building.  Have you been communicating with anyone via a mailbox lately?  If so, that person is the one who planted it.

If not, I've got nothin'.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on November 07, 2010, 05:16:47 PM
I just thought of one sparked by me reading pages at TV Tropes and the previous tree post.  Been at Tropes all day, who's surprised?  :P

There was this fan translation that is a translation train wreck of a bootleg.  Now, I knew that the train wreck translation was a derivative of a previous fan's attempt.

Yeah, suddenly it doesn't exist anymore.

The trainwrecked one does, but not the original author.

And I know I've seen it, because I actually went looking for it before, and it was a good translation.  I talked to a few friends about it, and only one of them remembers it ever existing.

And I remember the original author even wrote in on Tropes at how that specific translation was based off his, just made worse.

So why can I find no trace of it on the web anymore, and nothing being mentioned of there being a original author, or the good translation existing?  You think there would be a page making a small mention somewhere, but all I read suggests that only this bad attempt ever did. ???

Driving me nuts!

ETA: That the page on Tropes also mentions the bad translation attempts as being the original translator.  But I've even seen the better version for myself arglebarglepffff
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: CeeBee on November 07, 2010, 09:22:49 PM
Just finished reading all 42 pages of this thread - it's really, really interesting!

I have a cousin who ran away or disappeared about 20 years ago. Her parents apparently don't even know where she is or why she left. I asked my Dad about it once not long ago and he just shrugged and said "Dunno." No one really talks about her (it's kind of like she doesn't even exist, which is sad) but I get the impression she left of her own free will and that nothing sinister happened to her. But it's still a bit weird.

I read in the NZ Herald last week about a family in Tauranga whose cat disappeared the day they moved house - and then 6 weeks later it turned up at their new home - 9km away. And the cat had never been there before. So how did it know where to find them?

Where my Christian Dior Elegante eyeshadow quint and my Chanel Hydrabase Rose Drop lipstick went? I NEVER lose makeup and I tore the bathroom, my bedroom, my closet, all my handbags and everywhere else I could think of apart looking for them. Never found them.
I now think someone took them (it's the only explanation I can think of), but I have no idea who would have taken them or why those particular two items - which were stored in separate drawers even - would've been stolen. I have about 30 Dior compacts (yes, it's an addiction!) that all look the same so someone would have to have opened them all if they were after a particular one, because who would just nick a totally random piece of makeup? And I just can't think who would have done that... (It was about 3 months after we moved and I know it moved with us because I took pictures for insurance purposes and there is a photo of it with all my other bits and pieces on the distinctive new bathroom floor).
It still bugs me.


As for the cheese thing, yep, milk stored in animal stomachs being sloshed around on camels being ridden through the desert or something and then the milk curdled and "spoiled" so the camel riders (whoever they were, I vaguely remember this from a book I read as a teenager so I don't know who exactly) would tip the milk and curds out onto the sand. Then one day they noticed that the dogs would always fight over the curds and got to thinking that if the dogs thought they were so tasty maybe they should try them before throwing them away next time and lo... cheese was invented. Thanks camel guys!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Master_Edward on November 08, 2010, 02:29:41 PM
Again this is very minor but it's never happened to me before. Someone stole my jack o' lantern I carved for Halloween this year. It's no big deal I was going to give it to my one nephew for deer baiting anyway. But it bugs me. I have no idea who might've stolen it or why they'd even want to.

Ed.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: alegria on November 08, 2010, 04:51:07 PM
Again this is very minor but it's never happened to me before. Someone stole my jack o' lantern I carved for Halloween this year. It's no big deal I was going to give it to my one nephew for deer baiting anyway. But it bugs me. I have no idea who might've stolen it or why they'd even want to.

Ed.

Kids who want to drop it off a bridge or roll it down a steep hill would be my guess.  The backside of the hill I live on is generally full of pumpkin guts from about October 30th to November 10th.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: think2x on November 08, 2010, 09:47:48 PM
In 2006 I took a series of 5 digital photos of my mom.  I was looking at family photos yesterday and came across said pics.  In every other pic (3 of them), she has what looks like a black eye.  What caused this?  Really weird.  


Ed: Removed pic; it was freaking me out.


Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on November 10, 2010, 08:11:04 PM
I have been pondering this one for a few days.  How did I get home that fast?

I went to dinner and the movies with some friends the other night.  The location we were at is easily 30 minutes from my home (on a good day, light traffic, not hitting any lights).  So how did I get home 5 minutes after I left?

I remember looking at the clock in my car, it read 10:05.  As I was driving home some fog/mist came in (not unusual for where I was at) and I nearly hit some idiot bicyclist that had on all black and no reflective gear.  I slowed down considerably due to the fog...I pulled in my driveway at 10:10.  That is not possible.  I thought something was wrong with the clock in my car, but it was correct when I checked it against the one in the house.  The movie ended at a pre-set time, the other people I went with said it ended on time and we left at a few minutes after 10:00.

So how the heck did I gain 25 minutes (this was not on the time change day either, ftr)?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Maggie on November 10, 2010, 08:17:35 PM
Where did my black sweater go?  I had it last friday.  I remember putting it in the seat of my car.  Now it is just gone.  It's not in the laundry.  It's not in the car.  It's not behind or under the bed.  If anybody finds it would you please send it back?   8)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: PaintingPastelPrincess on November 10, 2010, 08:21:09 PM
Where did my black sweater go?  I had it last friday.  I remember putting it in the seat of my car.  Now it is just gone.  It's not in the laundry.  It's not in the car.  It's not behind or under the bed.  If anybody finds it would you please send it back?   8)

I have a black sweater that I will gladly trade you for the brown jacket I lost in the same way!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Alida on November 10, 2010, 08:22:17 PM
How did the chocolate covered mint peep get into the closed cup-holder in my car?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on November 10, 2010, 08:22:46 PM
I have been pondering this one for a few days.  How did I get home that fast?

I went to dinner and the movies with some friends the other night.  The location we were at is easily 30 minutes from my home (on a good day, light traffic, not hitting any lights).  So how did I get home 5 minutes after I left?

I remember looking at the clock in my car, it read 10:05.  As I was driving home some fog/mist came in (not unusual for where I was at) and I nearly hit some idiot bicyclist that had on all black and no reflective gear.  I slowed down considerably due to the fog...I pulled in my driveway at 10:10.  That is not possible.  I thought something was wrong with the clock in my car, but it was correct when I checked it against the one in the house.  The movie ended at a pre-set time, the other people I went with said it ended on time and we left at a few minutes after 10:00.

So how the heck did I gain 25 minutes (this was not on the time change day either, ftr)?

If you can answer this one, tell me it too.  ;) ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Maggie on November 10, 2010, 08:29:20 PM
Where did my black sweater go?  I had it last friday.  I remember putting it in the seat of my car.  Now it is just gone.  It's not in the laundry.  It's not in the car.  It's not behind or under the bed.  If anybody finds it would you please send it back?   8)

I have a black sweater that I will gladly trade you for the brown jacket I lost in the same way!

Deal!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Missy Hedgehog on November 10, 2010, 09:01:26 PM
I have been pondering this one for a few days.  How did I get home that fast?

I went to dinner and the movies with some friends the other night.  The location we were at is easily 30 minutes from my home (on a good day, light traffic, not hitting any lights).  So how did I get home 5 minutes after I left?

I remember looking at the clock in my car, it read 10:05.  As I was driving home some fog/mist came in (not unusual for where I was at) and I nearly hit some idiot bicyclist that had on all black and no reflective gear.  I slowed down considerably due to the fog...I pulled in my driveway at 10:10.  That is not possible.  I thought something was wrong with the clock in my car, but it was correct when I checked it against the one in the house.  The movie ended at a pre-set time, the other people I went with said it ended on time and we left at a few minutes after 10:00.

So how the heck did I gain 25 minutes (this was not on the time change day either, ftr)?

If you can answer this one, tell me it too.  ;) ;D
My mom and I always had the theory that if you didn't look at the clock as you were driving, you would get to your destination faster. This is especially true if you set a time in your mind that you want to get there, and turn off the radio/music. I don't know how or if it works, but it always seems to get me out of a tight spot when I think that I'm going to be late  :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on November 11, 2010, 07:24:18 PM
I remember looking at the clock in my car, it read 10:05.  As I was driving home some fog/mist came in (not unusual for where I was at) and I nearly hit some idiot bicyclist that had on all black and no reflective gear.  I slowed down considerably due to the fog...I pulled in my driveway at 10:10.
:o  :o Didn't you ever see The Final Countdown?  (http://"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0080736/")  You're lucky you didn't wind up in 1941! 

SF movies aside, I've heard of several time-lost/-gained stories.  Most of them involve driving into a patch of fog...
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on November 11, 2010, 07:32:11 PM
I remember looking at the clock in my car, it read 10:05.  As I was driving home some fog/mist came in (not unusual for where I was at) and I nearly hit some idiot bicyclist that had on all black and no reflective gear.  I slowed down considerably due to the fog...I pulled in my driveway at 10:10.
:o  :o Didn't you ever see The Final Countdown?  (http://"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0080736/")  You're lucky you didn't wind up in 1941! 

SF movies aside, I've heard of several time-lost/-gained stories.  Most of them involve driving into a patch of fog...

No I haven't.  I've lost time before too.  :-\  Also, when I was a kid I was petrified of fog...I don't remember why, but it absolutely terrified me.  As an adult, I don't much care for it either, but at least I have a sort of rational reason...a lot of car accidents happen in fog.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on November 11, 2010, 08:29:48 PM
I remember looking at the clock in my car, it read 10:05.  As I was driving home some fog/mist came in (not unusual for where I was at) and I nearly hit some idiot bicyclist that had on all black and no reflective gear.  I slowed down considerably due to the fog...I pulled in my driveway at 10:10.
:o  :o Didn't you ever see The Final Countdown?  (http://"http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0080736/")  You're lucky you didn't wind up in 1941! 

SF movies aside, I've heard of several time-lost/-gained stories.  Most of them involve driving into a patch of fog...

If fog were duststorms here, then we'd have a lot of timetravelers.  :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on November 11, 2010, 09:13:50 PM
Another one from my own past (even though I don't remember it.)

Who called out to my mother?

When my brother and I were toddlers, Mom usually convinced us to take naps.  One day when she put us down, she closed the door to the bedroom, something she almost never did, because she wanted to be able to hear us.  She went to lie down herself, and again closed her bedroom door. 

She hadn't meant to fall asleep, but she did.  She woke up when someone called her name.  She said it was a woman's voice, calling with no urgency, but as a neighbor might call, opening the door to see if she was home.

And she woke up to the smell of smoke.  My father had dozed off and dropped a lit cigarette down into his overstuffed chair.  When he woke, he forgot that he'd had a cigarette lit and went off outside to do something.  The chair was smoldering, just on the edge of burning and setting off clouds of heavy black smoke.

I don't know what they did to put it out, whether they threw water on it, or got it out of the house, or if the fire department came.  But Mom was told that if she hadn't closed the doors, we would have been smothered by the smoke.  If she hadn't woken up when she did, the whole house might have gone up in flames.

But who woke her?  It wasn't her neighbor, or anyone she knew.  No one was there at all.  Just a voice calling her name.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Alida on November 12, 2010, 05:44:57 AM
But who woke her?  It wasn't her neighbor, or anyone she knew.  No one was there at all.  Just a voice calling her name.

And this is why I believe in guardian angels!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on November 12, 2010, 05:30:43 PM
Exactly what I was thinking!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MinAvi on November 12, 2010, 06:58:50 PM
When I was a kid we had magic fish.

Mum bought us a cheap plastic fish tank and 5 little neons to go in it.

Over time, the neons started dieing. But there was always 5 fish in the tank, no matter how many dead ones were scooped out. Never 6 fish, or 4, always 5.

We worked out that we had taken 4 dead neons out of the tank, and mum swears up, down and sideways that she never replaced any. We lived about an hour from the nearest pet shop, so I am inclined to believe her!

Now, if we managed to do it with bread as well we would have a bible story!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: starofwinter on November 12, 2010, 07:35:40 PM
I found my keys!  I dropped them at the repair shop when I brought my car in.  They found them a few days ago, apparently.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on November 13, 2010, 08:44:01 PM
I did an externship at a large animal practice my 4th year of vet school. It was 45 minutes from my house in the middle of nowhere.

Except it consistently took me just over 30 minutes to get home. Being the middle of nowhere, there was no traffic and nothing I could ever think of to account for why there was 15 minutes' difference. Every day for 3 weeks.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on November 13, 2010, 09:23:14 PM
I did an externship at a large animal practice my 4th year of vet school. It was 45 minutes from my house in the middle of nowhere.

Except it consistently took me just over 30 minutes to get home. Being the middle of nowhere, there was no traffic and nothing I could ever think of to account for why there was 15 minutes' difference. Every day for 3 weeks.

Doesn't that just mean that it's only 30 minutes from your house in actuality?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MizB on November 13, 2010, 10:38:38 PM
I did an externship at a large animal practice my 4th year of vet school. It was 45 minutes from my house in the middle of nowhere.

Except it consistently took me just over 30 minutes to get home. Being the middle of nowhere, there was no traffic and nothing I could ever think of to account for why there was 15 minutes' difference. Every day for 3 weeks.

Doesn't that just mean that it's only 30 minutes from your house in actuality?

I think Pinky means that it took 45 mins to arrive at the veterinary clinic, but only 30 mins to arrive at her home once she left the veterinary clinic.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Snooks on November 14, 2010, 11:33:33 AM
Where has the outer of my asthma inhaler gone?  I put it in the airing cupboard with my phone and wrist weights (after emptying 1/4 of a bottle of water over them ::)) I took my phone out of the cupboard the following morning before going to work.  The canister for my inhaler was within sight on the table so if I'd taken the outer out I would have replaced the canister.  I went to get it out after work with my weights and no sign of it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: JoW on November 14, 2010, 01:50:37 PM
I did an externship at a large animal practice my 4th year of vet school. It was 45 minutes from my house in the middle of nowhere.

Except it consistently took me just over 30 minutes to get home. Being the middle of nowhere, there was no traffic and nothing I could ever think of to account for why there was 15 minutes' difference. Every day for 3 weeks.
How many turns?  The possibiliyt of a left turn takes a few seconds longer than a right turn even when there is no traffic. 

How awake are you in the morning?  I often find myself driving slower in the morning, possibly because the caffeine hasn't yet kicked in. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on November 14, 2010, 04:47:28 PM
I did an externship at a large animal practice my 4th year of vet school. It was 45 minutes from my house in the middle of nowhere.

Except it consistently took me just over 30 minutes to get home. Being the middle of nowhere, there was no traffic and nothing I could ever think of to account for why there was 15 minutes' difference. Every day for 3 weeks.
How many turns?  The possibiliyt of a left turn takes a few seconds longer than a right turn even when there is no traffic. 

How awake are you in the morning?  I often find myself driving slower in the morning, possibly because the caffeine hasn't yet kicked in. 

The route zigzagged across farmland, about half and half lefts and rights, but there might have been more lefts on the way there. And, maybe I did drive a little faster coming home. Still...15 minutes.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: JoieGirl7 on November 14, 2010, 05:21:08 PM
I have a touch lamp in my bedroom.  It's kind of an arts and craft style that is more for mood lighting than anything else.  It has 3 levels of light.
 
When I first got it and took it out of the box and plugged it in, it would not turn on.
 
I just left it on the night stand anyway.
 
Later, my DH turned it on.
 
It does not work until after roughly 7 pm.  It also does not work after roughly 6 am.
 
There is no light sensor or timer on it that would explain how it knows what time it is.
 
You can touch it before 7 pm and it won't work.  After that it works.
 
Why?  I have no idea!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on November 14, 2010, 09:05:59 PM
I have a touch lamp in my bedroom.  It's kind of an arts and craft style that is more for mood lighting than anything else.  It has 3 levels of light.
 
When I first got it and took it out of the box and plugged it in, it would not turn on.
 
I just left it on the night stand anyway.
 
Later, my DH turned it on.
 
It does not work until after roughly 7 pm.  It also does not work after roughly 6 am.
 

 
There is no light sensor or timer on it that would explain how it knows what time it is.
 
You can touch it before 7 pm and it won't work.  After that it works.
 
Why?  I have no idea!


It's in a union?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: PaintingPastelPrincess on November 15, 2010, 09:32:11 AM
Who mentioned "gaining" time when you turn off radio/don't look at the clock in the car?  You are my hero/ine.  It totally works!  I left 15 mins late, and got here 10 mins earlier than usual, in the rain, with more traffic than I'm used to.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Missy Hedgehog on November 15, 2010, 12:15:07 PM
Who mentioned "gaining" time when you turn off radio/don't look at the clock in the car?  You are my hero/ine.  It totally works!  I left 15 mins late, and got here 10 mins earlier than usual, in the rain, with more traffic than I'm used to.
Haha thank you! Happy to help! I'm glad to hear it works outside of the family, and that I'm not crazy  ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: JoieGirl7 on November 15, 2010, 05:51:13 PM
I have a touch lamp in my bedroom.  It's kind of an arts and craft style that is more for mood lighting than anything else.  It has 3 levels of light.
 
When I first got it and took it out of the box and plugged it in, it would not turn on.
 
I just left it on the night stand anyway.
 
Later, my DH turned it on.
 
It does not work until after roughly 7 pm.  It also does not work after roughly 6 am.
 

 
There is no light sensor or timer on it that would explain how it knows what time it is.
 
You can touch it before 7 pm and it won't work.  After that it works.
 
Why?  I have no idea!


It's in a union?
;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Just Lori on November 15, 2010, 06:17:49 PM
Who just walked by me?

Seriously, I'll often feel a presence, like someone or walking behind me.  This happens in an empty home.  Whoever it is, we have a deal.  He or she doesn't bother me, and I don't bother back.  If we're on two different planes, surely there's plenty of room here.

However, I do get annoyed when my keys are missing.  I've been known to loudly say, "OK, I've had enough.  Put them back."  And then they're back.

Or, I may just be getting old and imagining things.

Currently, my personal mystery is "Why don't I lose weight?  I'm exercising religiously and eating less, and the scale isn't budging and my clothes don't feel any looser.  So why don't I just go back to my M&M and Diet Coke slug lifestyle, because at least that's fun."
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ydpubs on November 15, 2010, 06:23:31 PM
Ok, here's a creepy one from my youth.

I was out pretty late with my bf around 2am. We were driving south on Sheridan Road just before it turns to LSD (Lake Shore Drive LOL!!) and we pull up to a stop light. There was one car in front of us. The light turns green and the car does not move. We wait. The light turns red. We wonder what the heck is going on. BF backs up the car and we pull along side the car in front of us.

We look in the side window. There are two people in the car. One is in the passenger seat, the other is the driver. They are BOTH slumped forward in their seats....

We FREAK out and take off, too scared to investigate further.

I have no idea what was wrong, but it is really unlikely they had both fallen asleep in the car......

I never did find out what the deal was, but it sure was creepy.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: NutMeg on November 15, 2010, 07:01:50 PM
Ok, here's a creepy one from my youth.

I was out pretty late with my bf around 2am. We were driving south on Sheridan Road just before it turns to LSD (Lake Shore Drive LOL!!) and we pull up to a stop light. There was one car in front of us. The light turns green and the car does not move. We wait. The light turns red. We wonder what the heck is going on. BF backs up the car and we pull along side the car in front of us.

We look in the side window. There are two people in the car. One is in the passenger seat, the other is the driver. They are BOTH slumped forward in their seats....

We FREAK out and take off, too scared to investigate further.

I have no idea what was wrong, but it is really unlikely they had both fallen asleep in the car......

I never did find out what the deal was, but it sure was creepy.

And you didn't bother to make sure they were ok?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ydpubs on November 15, 2010, 07:14:18 PM
We were teenagers and very freaked.  :-\

Panic mode set and yeah, we took off.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aiki on November 15, 2010, 07:17:38 PM
Ok, here's a creepy one from my youth.

I was out pretty late with my bf around 2am. We were driving south on Sheridan Road just before it turns to LSD (Lake Shore Drive LOL!!) and we pull up to a stop light. There was one car in front of us. The light turns green and the car does not move. We wait. The light turns red. We wonder what the heck is going on. BF backs up the car and we pull along side the car in front of us.

We look in the side window. There are two people in the car. One is in the passenger seat, the other is the driver. They are BOTH slumped forward in their seats....

We FREAK out and take off, too scared to investigate further.

I have no idea what was wrong, but it is really unlikely they had both fallen asleep in the car......

I never did find out what the deal was, but it sure was creepy.

Exhaust (carbon monoxide) leak into the vehicle, perhaps.  Was the car in good condition?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ydpubs on November 15, 2010, 07:20:44 PM
Ok, here's a creepy one from my youth.

I was out pretty late with my bf around 2am. We were driving south on Sheridan Road just before it turns to LSD (Lake Shore Drive LOL!!) and we pull up to a stop light. There was one car in front of us. The light turns green and the car does not move. We wait. The light turns red. We wonder what the heck is going on. BF backs up the car and we pull along side the car in front of us.

We look in the side window. There are two people in the car. One is in the passenger seat, the other is the driver. They are BOTH slumped forward in their seats....

We FREAK out and take off, too scared to investigate further.

I have no idea what was wrong, but it is really unlikely they had both fallen asleep in the car......

I never did find out what the deal was, but it sure was creepy.

Exhaust (carbon monoxide) leak into the vehicle, perhaps.  Was the car in good condition?

It was so long ago (mid 80's) I don't recall really. I didn't think it was a beater, but I don't know.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Baxter on November 15, 2010, 11:23:04 PM
Ok, here's a creepy one from my youth.

I was out pretty late with my bf around 2am. We were driving south on Sheridan Road just before it turns to LSD (Lake Shore Drive LOL!!) and we pull up to a stop light. There was one car in front of us. The light turns green and the car does not move. We wait. The light turns red. We wonder what the heck is going on. BF backs up the car and we pull along side the car in front of us.

We look in the side window. There are two people in the car. One is in the passenger seat, the other is the driver. They are BOTH slumped forward in their seats....

We FREAK out and take off, too scared to investigate further.

I have no idea what was wrong, but it is really unlikely they had both fallen asleep in the car......

I never did find out what the deal was, but it sure was creepy.

Exhaust (carbon monoxide) leak into the vehicle, perhaps.  Was the car in good condition?

It was so long ago (mid 80's) I don't recall really. I didn't think it was a beater, but I don't know.

Actually it sounds like they were just playing a practical joke on you, to me.  A pretty good one too!  If it were anything sinister then you would have heard a follow up in the news I'm sure.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ydpubs on November 15, 2010, 11:36:46 PM
I hope so. I'd hate to think of the alternative. eeeeck
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elisabunny on November 16, 2010, 11:09:59 AM
Where is the DVD that DH desperately needs by noon today?  I'm pretty sure I saw I saw it recently, but it's not in that spot.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on November 16, 2010, 11:28:13 AM
You will find it at 12:30.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: HushHush on November 16, 2010, 11:55:57 AM
Or as soon as you replace it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on November 16, 2010, 12:31:56 PM
VorGuy shows one war movie every year to his students - but he's had to buy a second copy as ours apparently never came home from school last year.  And it's been six months, so it should have turned up by now........if it was going to.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elisabunny on November 16, 2010, 08:15:27 PM
Fortunately, the emergency disappeared, so the movie is now free to reappear. ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on November 17, 2010, 09:46:39 AM
Who keeps making the coffee in the morning?  Not that I mind, it's just puzzling! 

I come in a bit earlier than most of my coworkers.  I usually turn the lights on, get the coffee in my corner started, tidy up the copy room, etc. when I get in.

For the past couple of weeks or so, someone else has been making the coffee.  We have a big coffee maker with two dispensers (one for regular, one for decaf.)  I go in and get a filter out, pour the coffee in, grab the dispenser off its stand to put under the filter...and it's full. 

The first two times it happened, I didn't think much of it, sometimes people stay late and make coffee after the cleaning crew is gone.  But that coffee is always cold, since it's been sitting overnight.  I dumped it out to find the coffee was piping hot.  But then I got confused because I'd expect to find the filter basket full of wet grounds and it was clean.  Then I thought, "Weird, maybe they put it in the trash already."  But the trash is empty.  It's happened several more times since then.

So someone is coming into our (dark) copy room and making coffee without messing up the filter basket.  It's weird and I vow to figure it out!!!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on November 17, 2010, 10:06:50 AM
I'm paranoid! If I didn't know, I'd worry that the caffeinated and decaf were mixed up and dump it all until I found out. (It is a major health issue to many.)

Otherwise, I would check my fairy tale books to see if the shoemaker's elves have changed professions.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on November 17, 2010, 10:11:17 AM
I'm paranoid! If I didn't know, I'd worry that the caffeinated and decaf were mixed up and dump it all until I found out. (It is a major health issue to many.)

Otherwise, I would check my fairy tale books to see if the shoemaker's elves have changed professions.

The decaf dispenser is always empty (its rarely used) so the worst thing that could happen is the caffeinated dispenser had decaf in it.

If we've got elves, I need to start leaving notes.  I have many more pressing things to do besides making the coffee!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on November 17, 2010, 10:54:16 AM
That's a relief!
They like cookies, too.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: HushHush on November 17, 2010, 11:16:54 AM
I tried the clock trick and driving to work this morning.

I turned off the radio and covered the clock at 7:33 and needed to be to work by 7:50 but was going to be cutting it close if there was traffic on the freeway.  There was a massive slow down half way to work but when I pulled into a parking space, my clock said exactly 7:50!  It's not a huge difference but enough to get me in to work on time.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on November 17, 2010, 11:47:43 AM
I was in the hospital way back when.

The food service people issued a menu card every day, from which you selected what you wanted to eat the next day by checking boxes.   The used card would be returned with your meal, as well as tomorrow's blank card.   When they collected the trays, they would also pick up tomorrow's card.

Simple, right?

When I got my meal one day, I received, not just what I had selected, but one of everything!   I examined my card and found that all the boxes had been checked.  My selections were checked off in ink and the others in pencil.

Who would do such a nonsensical thing?    ???

I was so afraid the staff would think I had done it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on November 17, 2010, 01:41:39 PM
I think the clock thing really works.  :P

But if that's true, then would putting on a song you've heard a million times before make time go faster?  Sure seems to.  :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cellardoor14 on November 17, 2010, 02:00:10 PM
What did my son do with his THREE different memorial poppies?

The first one I put on his coat in the evening.... it was gone in the morning.

The second one we took off his coat at school, put it in his zipped-up coat pocket, checked the zipped-up pocket again that afternoon, went to put it on the coat that evening.... gone.

The third one my MIL got, put it on his dresser, he saw it, apparently put it back on the dresser, and it was gone 15 minutes later when I went looking for it.

I expect we'll find them soon, as remembrance Sunday has now passed.  :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Sirius on November 17, 2010, 02:05:12 PM
I've noticed that when I'm transcribing a report by a doctor whose dictation style drives me crazy, it always takes me way longer than one of an equal length by someone whose dictation style I like.  (Mr. Sirius says he can always tell I'm transcribing the one who constantly repeats himself because I'm always yelling, "GET ON WITH IT!")  Even taking into account differences in content, a report by Dr. Repeatrepeatrepeat that's one minute long takes me 15 minutes to type, whereas a one-minute report by Dr. Goodtalker takes me five minutes. 

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on November 17, 2010, 02:33:34 PM
Who keeps making the coffee in the morning?  Not that I mind, it's just puzzling! 

I come in a bit earlier than most of my coworkers.  I usually turn the lights on, get the coffee in my corner started, tidy up the copy room, etc. when I get in.

For the past couple of weeks or so, someone else has been making the coffee.  We have a big coffee maker with two dispensers (one for regular, one for decaf.)  I go in and get a filter out, pour the coffee in, grab the dispenser off its stand to put under the filter...and it's full. 

The first two times it happened, I didn't think much of it, sometimes people stay late and make coffee after the cleaning crew is gone.  But that coffee is always cold, since it's been sitting overnight.  I dumped it out to find the coffee was piping hot.  But then I got confused because I'd expect to find the filter basket full of wet grounds and it was clean.  Then I thought, "Weird, maybe they put it in the trash already."  But the trash is empty.  It's happened several more times since then.

So someone is coming into our (dark) copy room and making coffee without messing up the filter basket.  It's weird and I vow to figure it out!!!

Is it the kind of coffee maker that can be set to make coffee ahead of time?  Maybe someone is doing it the day before and setting it to have it done by the time the first person arrives in the morning.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on November 17, 2010, 02:38:09 PM
but then the grounds basket would still have stuff in it.....
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on November 17, 2010, 02:39:01 PM
but then the grounds basket would still have stuff in it.....

Oh.  Right.  Hmm.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on November 17, 2010, 02:44:18 PM
Who keeps making the coffee in the morning?  Not that I mind, it's just puzzling! 

I come in a bit earlier than most of my coworkers.  I usually turn the lights on, get the coffee in my corner started, tidy up the copy room, etc. when I get in.

For the past couple of weeks or so, someone else has been making the coffee.  We have a big coffee maker with two dispensers (one for regular, one for decaf.)  I go in and get a filter out, pour the coffee in, grab the dispenser off its stand to put under the filter...and it's full. 

The first two times it happened, I didn't think much of it, sometimes people stay late and make coffee after the cleaning crew is gone.  But that coffee is always cold, since it's been sitting overnight.  I dumped it out to find the coffee was piping hot.  But then I got confused because I'd expect to find the filter basket full of wet grounds and it was clean.  Then I thought, "Weird, maybe they put it in the trash already."  But the trash is empty.  It's happened several more times since then.

So someone is coming into our (dark) copy room and making coffee without messing up the filter basket.  It's weird and I vow to figure it out!!!

Is it the kind of coffee maker that can be set to make coffee ahead of time?  Maybe someone is doing it the day before and setting it to have it done by the time the first person arrives in the morning.

No, it's one of those big commercial type brew stations (like this one: (http://www.wilburcurtis.com/art/1838_tp1t.jpg).  You slide the dispenser underneath the filter and push "brew."

It's not the fact that the coffee is being made I find so puzzling.  It's totally conceivable that someone else on the floor got in before me and started 'er up.  It's the lack of grounds that's confusing me.  And the fact that my corner is almost completely deserted when I get in.  I'm usually the first one here.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on November 17, 2010, 03:18:12 PM
The only logical explanation I can think of is that someone is coming in 5-10 minutes before you, making the coffee and disposing of the grounds elsewhere. Maybe they really really like the smell of coffee so they toss them in the can by their desk?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on November 17, 2010, 03:23:54 PM
LOL, maybe.  I was discussing this with my partner and she suggested some one was using them for compost.  Eh, either way, I don't always have to make the coffee, which is never a bad thing.   :D  I just had a few "wait...what?" moments.   ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on November 17, 2010, 03:29:04 PM
How's this?  Someone sets it up the night before to brew in the morning.  Custodial staff comes through your office last thing before leaving, emptying the grounds into the trash and taking the trash with them.

Of course, you would have to have a custodial staff, and they would have to work the night shift in order for this to be a valid theory.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on November 17, 2010, 04:16:41 PM
How's this?  Someone sets it up the night before to brew in the morning.  Custodial staff comes through your office last thing before leaving, emptying the grounds into the trash and taking the trash with them.

Of course, you would have to have a custodial staff, and they would have to work the night shift in order for this to be a valid theory.

I don't think it would make fresh coffee if that were the case, it would just be hot water.  I suppose it could be someone making coffee before they leave at night and the cleaning crew emptying the grounds and not turning the pot off, but I would think it would have cooked to sludge by the morning. Or if the cleaning crew has started coming at 6 AM (or whatever) instead of their usual time.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MommyPenguin on November 18, 2010, 11:27:13 AM
I think she means that somebody sets it at 6pm before they leave to go off at 6am in the morning.  Custodial staff arrives at 3am.  At 6am in the morning, coffeemaker turns on, makes the coffee, coffee is ready but kept hot by the heating pad.  Custodial staff has worked all night and is almost finished.  At 6:30am, right before leaving, they empty the grounds into the trash can, take the trash out and put in a new bag.  Then when you come in at 7am, coffee is still hot (because heating pad keeps it hot) but grounds and trash are gone.

However, I don't think there are many cleaning crews that keep those hours nowadays, so I find it unlikely.  My guess is that somebody from another department is trying to be a bit of a secret elf for your department or all the departments, so comes in, makes the coffee, and maybe carries a trash bag around to empty the grounds into and then takes it with them, so that the trash in the can doesn't spoil the surprise.

Or, does the coffee taste *old*?  Like it was from last night?  Another option is that somebody is making it at night and simply leaving the coffeepot on, so it keeps the old coffee hot.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Snooks on November 19, 2010, 09:54:16 AM
How did the kitten turn the brightness up on my alarm clock?  I pressed all the buttons then remembered my alarm clock's brightness is affected by the surrounding light - the kitten was sitting on the light sensor!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on November 19, 2010, 12:07:34 PM
I think she means that somebody sets it at 6pm before they leave to go off at 6am in the morning.  Custodial staff arrives at 3am.  At 6am in the morning, coffeemaker turns on, makes the coffee, coffee is ready but kept hot by the heating pad.  Custodial staff has worked all night and is almost finished.  At 6:30am, right before leaving, they empty the grounds into the trash can, take the trash out and put in a new bag.  Then when you come in at 7am, coffee is still hot (because heating pad keeps it hot) but grounds and trash are gone.

However, I don't think there are many cleaning crews that keep those hours nowadays, so I find it unlikely.  My guess is that somebody from another department is trying to be a bit of a secret elf for your department or all the departments, so comes in, makes the coffee, and maybe carries a trash bag around to empty the grounds into and then takes it with them, so that the trash in the can doesn't spoil the surprise.

Or, does the coffee taste *old*?  Like it was from last night?  Another option is that somebody is making it at night and simply leaving the coffeepot on, so it keeps the old coffee hot.

There isn't an autosetting, you have to push 'brew' or you get no coffee.  And there isn't a heating pad, the coffee pours into an insulated dispenser.  The dispenser is then put on a stand.  The only thing keeping the coffee hot is the insulation.  I've found old coffee from the night before, it's just barely warm and obviously old.  This stuff is piping hot and fresh.  The first time it happened, I just assumed it was old coffee but when I started to dump it out, it smelled very fresh and you could see the steam.  You could tell it had been made very recently.  I went ahead and poured myself a cup and it was definitely not old coffee.  It's happened about once or twice a week since then.  It is a nice surprise.   :)

And as far as I can tell, our crew comes between 6 and 9 pm.  I see them when I work late.  I've been here very early too and haven't seen any custodial staff. 

I'm going to run with the compost idea for my sanity, LOL  But I like the elf idea too!   :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RainhaDoTexugo on November 19, 2010, 12:11:01 PM
I'm betting on some kind soul in some other area of the building that's enjoying the random act of kindness and the little bit of mystery.  I could see doing something like that.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: hot_shaker on November 19, 2010, 01:16:39 PM
I'm betting on some kind soul in some other area of the building that's enjoying the random act of kindness and the little bit of mystery.  I could see doing something like that.

This thread has made me want to start doing that.  It's nice but just a little bit wicked.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on November 19, 2010, 07:24:54 PM
I like it.  Kind of like a big ol' nice Brownie, running around just to help.  :D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Sneezy on November 20, 2010, 10:04:50 PM
I have no idea where the cheese slicer I bought last year went.  When I moved, I put everything from that drawer into a box and it wasn't there.  I even tore down the box so that it was just a flat surface, no cheese slicer.  Grrrr...

And why did my mother give me three salt and pepper shaker sets when I moved into my first apartment before she suddenly passed away?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Arabella on November 21, 2010, 01:20:11 AM
How do you fold a fitted sheet so its nice and flat?  For the life of me...I can't do it!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: NutMeg on November 21, 2010, 02:11:49 AM
Stick your hands into the little pockets formed by the corners, and then tuck one of them into the other at both the top and the bottom. This will leave you with a rectangle that has some overlap on three sides from the egdes of the sheet. Fold into whatever shape you desire.

My ex was a housekeeper in a hotel and taught me that one.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on November 21, 2010, 09:44:01 AM
Stick your hands into the little pockets formed by the corners, and then tuck one of them into the other at both the top and the bottom. This will leave you with a rectangle that has some overlap on three sides from the egdes of the sheet. Fold into whatever shape you desire.

My ex was a housekeeper in a hotel and taught me that one.

For the life of me I can't do that.   

I end up just rolling the darn thing up. ::)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: JoW on November 21, 2010, 10:24:02 AM
How do you fold a fitted sheet so its nice and flat?  For the life of me...I can't do it!
You don't have to fold sheets at all.  I wash my sheets, dry them, and put them right back on the bed.  I've had the same sheets on my bed for 5 years. 

My spare sheets - the ones I have on hand in case a cat leaves a hairball on the bed - are folded the way Nutmeg says.  Here's a YouTube video of the technique. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHTyH2nuFAw
Title: Re: fitted sheets
Post by: mechtilde on November 21, 2010, 12:17:06 PM
Excellent! I've been looking for a way to do that for years!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Scuba_Dog on November 21, 2010, 12:34:52 PM
Roll them up in a ball, then push them down, really hard, until they are flat. 

Then, stuff tuck them underneath the nice flat top sheet in the linen closet.  Done.

 :) ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Pinky830 on November 21, 2010, 05:04:50 PM
I haven't seen my old Crock Pot since we moved 6 years ago. How do you lose something the size of a Crock Pot? Yes, I bought a new one, I just still wonder about it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RainhaDoTexugo on November 21, 2010, 05:10:40 PM
I haven't seen my old Crock Pot since we moved 6 years ago. How do you lose something the size of a Crock Pot? Yes, I bought a new one, I just still wonder about it.

It's probably hanging out with our never-used food processor.  I know it was here, because I opened it, and set it aside, and I haven't seen it since.  We don't even have the excuse of having moved :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Luci on November 21, 2010, 05:26:36 PM
My favorite Corningware pan must be with them. Would they hang around with lowly nonelectrical kitchenware?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RainhaDoTexugo on November 21, 2010, 05:50:23 PM
My favorite Corningware pan must be with them. Would they hang around with lowly nonelectrical kitchenware?

Could be, it was a cheap food processor ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on November 21, 2010, 06:20:21 PM
I just found my glass pizza pan today..........getting up on a step ladder & pulling things out of the upper cabinet really helped.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Fliss on November 22, 2010, 03:25:11 AM
I just found my glass pizza pan today..........getting up on a step ladder & pulling things out of the upper cabinet really helped.

Oh, you have a travelling cabinet as well?

You haven't found a "Rumpole" DVD, some keys, and a coffee percolator have you?

On the plus side, who's missing a herb grinder and three old-style tablespoons? They aren't mine and weren't there 2 months ago.....
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cellardoor14 on November 22, 2010, 07:35:33 AM
I just found my glass pizza pan today..........getting up on a step ladder & pulling things out of the upper cabinet really helped.

Oh, you have a travelling cabinet as well?

You haven't found a "Rumpole" DVD, some keys, and a coffee percolator have you?

On the plus side, who's missing a herb grinder and three old-style tablespoons? They aren't mine and weren't there 2 months ago.....

If they were teaspoons, they would be mine.....  I can't keep teaspoons in the house for some reason. 

We are currently using my great-grandmother's set and down from eight to three.  :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on November 22, 2010, 11:19:00 AM
If it is a cheap herb grinder, it's one of mine. I bought several. And somehow, I never have more than one, no matter what.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RainhaDoTexugo on November 22, 2010, 01:21:14 PM
we're getting to the bottom of things, apparently!  Now, has anybody seen the small, white cutting board we haven't seen in a few weeks?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Daffydilly on November 22, 2010, 02:01:37 PM
Has anyone seen three small forks and two large regular forks? My dishwasher has cleaned them but sent them to another household for use apparently. Or else they've ended up in the dryer's blackhole of socks and buttons.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RainhaDoTexugo on November 22, 2010, 02:05:50 PM
Has anyone seen three small forks and two large regular forks? My dishwasher has cleaned them but sent them to another household for use apparently. Or else they've ended up in the dryer's blackhole of socks and buttons.

I actually caught my washer eating a sock once.  There's a rubber seal between the drum and the outside, and I opened the washer for some reason and it had a sock halfway in between that seal and the outer edge. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on November 22, 2010, 02:19:44 PM
Has anyone seen three small forks and two large regular forks? My dishwasher has cleaned them but sent them to another household for use apparently. Or else they've ended up in the dryer's blackhole of socks and buttons.

I actually caught my washer eating a sock once.  There's a rubber seal between the drum and the outside, and I opened the washer for some reason and it had a sock halfway in between that seal and the outer edge. 

Mine does that pretty much every day.  I have a lingerie bag I use for baby socks and other small items, but sometimes I forget to weed those out, and I'm too lazy to go back and fish through all the laundry I've sorted.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Micah on November 22, 2010, 02:24:50 PM
we're getting to the bottom of things, apparently!  Now, has anybody seen the small, white cutting board we haven't seen in a few weeks?

I think I have that. It's very good for cutting fruit up on, but I have no idea where it came from.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RainhaDoTexugo on November 22, 2010, 02:45:17 PM
we're getting to the bottom of things, apparently!  Now, has anybody seen the small, white cutting board we haven't seen in a few weeks?

I think I have that. It's very good for cutting fruit up on, but I have no idea where it came from.

Be careful, we use that one for meat ;)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Fliss on November 23, 2010, 01:33:40 AM
Has anyone seen three small forks and two large regular forks? My dishwasher has cleaned them but sent them to another household for use apparently. Or else they've ended up in the dryer's blackhole of socks and buttons.

I actually caught my washer eating a sock once.  There's a rubber seal between the drum and the outside, and I opened the washer for some reason and it had a sock halfway in between that seal and the outer edge. 

Ah-HA! My TARDIS theory of washing machines holds water!

Now, to apply for a government grant for the next 10 years to fully test and develop the theory.... $10 million should provide plenty of water.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: M-theory on November 23, 2010, 01:41:27 AM

Ah-HA! My TARDIS theory of washing machines holds water!


*snorf* Awful pun.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Baxter on November 23, 2010, 05:25:15 AM
I very rarely lose things, in the last 2 months I have lost 3 digital cameras.  As in, lost one bought one, lost one bought etc.  I have just lost the third and I'm not replacing it, I don't trust myself anymore.

Also my figure, if anyone could find that for me ;) I lost it some time after the second baby and it doesn't seem to be coming back.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: starofwinter on November 23, 2010, 10:48:58 AM
How in the world did I make a 30 minute drive (on a day with next to no traffic and no red lights) in less than 20, when I had multiple red lights AND stopped for gas?  I didn't turn off the radio or anything.  I'm so very confused.  I certainly don't mind, though. :D

Also, who's in my house?  Over the past few years, I've witnessed a ton of strange goings-on.  My doorknob rattling when it was locked, a candle moving from one side of a table to the other, a little kid asking questions, shadows out of the corner of my eye, a friend and I both had our names called, my cell phone opening on its own, being touched...  Besides the one time my friend's name was called, I'm the only witness.  My parents have never had anything happen to them.  Weird!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: kitty-cat on November 23, 2010, 10:57:27 AM
Has anyone seen three small forks and two large regular forks? My dishwasher has cleaned them but sent them to another household for use apparently. Or else they've ended up in the dryer's blackhole of socks and buttons.

I actually caught my washer eating a sock once.  There's a rubber seal between the drum and the outside, and I opened the washer for some reason and it had a sock halfway in between that seal and the outer edge. 

I blogstalk Tabris, and she posted this recently- http://philangelus.wordpress.com/2010/11/18/what-could-go-wrong/ (http://philangelus.wordpress.com/2010/11/18/what-could-go-wrong/)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on November 23, 2010, 01:17:10 PM
Mum brought this one up; What has happened to ALL our spoons?

We asked all in the family, no one has taken them out of the house.  Not even dad, who said he takes plastic to work.  :-\

If anyone finds anymore tablespoons, we'd love to have them back.  4 left out of 2 different sets!  ;D
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Daffydilly on November 23, 2010, 01:22:59 PM
How does a set of silverware get passed down for three generations? And it stays complete? But it gets to me and I loose half of them? How? Why?

Must be the dragons in the dryer! Blame them for everything, stealing socks, cat's on fire again and making my cell phone disappear.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfqueen13 on November 29, 2010, 09:10:14 AM
Mum brought this one up; What has happened to ALL our spoons?

We asked all in the family, no one has taken them out of the house.  Not even dad, who said he takes plastic to work.  :-\

If anyone finds anymore tablespoons, we'd love to have them back.  4 left out of 2 different sets!  ;D

My problem is teaspoons.  When I turned 18 my parents finished out the flatware pattern I'd picked out a few years earlier, complete service for 8 with 16 teaspoons.  When that pattern was discontinued 8 years later I got another 12. 

Total purchase: 28 teaspoons. 
Current count: 4
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on November 29, 2010, 09:23:52 AM
Mum brought this one up; What has happened to ALL our spoons?

We asked all in the family, no one has taken them out of the house.  Not even dad, who said he takes plastic to work.  :-\

If anyone finds anymore tablespoons, we'd love to have them back.  4 left out of 2 different sets!  ;D

My problem is teaspoons.  When I turned 18 my parents finished out the flatware pattern I'd picked out a few years earlier, complete service for 8 with 16 teaspoons.  When that pattern was discontinued 8 years later I got another 12. 

Total purchase: 28 teaspoons. 
Current count: 4

Wonder why it's just spoons and not other pieces of silverware? :-\
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on November 29, 2010, 10:49:32 AM
Ours fluctuates between low on spoons and low on forks. I don't consider it much of a mystery here, though. DH keeps taking silverware to work and leaving it there/throwing it away, which is why I only buy the cheap 5/$1 flatware at Wal-Mart.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cellardoor14 on November 29, 2010, 10:55:09 AM
Why is it always the teaspoons?

I'm mainly posting in the hope someone has a good theory....
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on November 29, 2010, 11:08:40 AM
I don't know, but it isn't a new problem. In old books sometimes they will talk about counting the teaspoons after an event, just in case. And replacing the ones that go missing permanently.

And this was in the days when the good silverware stayed in a box when it wasn't being used, and only came out for special occasions!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfqueen13 on November 29, 2010, 01:36:22 PM
I don't know, but it isn't a new problem. In old books sometimes they will talk about counting the teaspoons after an event, just in case. And replacing the ones that go missing permanently.

And this was in the days when the good silverware stayed in a box when it wasn't being used, and only came out for special occasions!

I always thought that was because spoons had the highest amount of silver in them and were most likely to be stolen?  My good silver is complete.  It's the every-day stainless steel I can't keep hold of.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on November 29, 2010, 01:42:33 PM
Why is it always the teaspoons?

I'm mainly posting in the hope someone has a good theory....

Maybe they're on a riot for the lack of tea these days.  ;)

But if you ask me, they left too spoon!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: M-theory on November 29, 2010, 01:44:13 PM
Why is it always the teaspoons?

I'm mainly posting in the hope someone has a good theory....

Maybe they're on a riot for the lack of tea these days.  ;)

But if you ask me, they left too spoon!

I think everyone's lost teaspoons ended up here. No one in this house puts anything in their tea, but we have at least 12 of 'em.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on November 29, 2010, 04:57:21 PM
I don't know, but it isn't a new problem. In old books sometimes they will talk about counting the teaspoons after an event, just in case. And replacing the ones that go missing permanently.

And this was in the days when the good silverware stayed in a box when it wasn't being used, and only came out for special occasions!

I always thought that was because spoons had the highest amount of silver in them and were most likely to be stolen?  My good silver is complete.  It's the every-day stainless steel I can't keep hold of.

I've heard of stealing the silver, but never stealing just the teaspoons. I wonder why the spoons would have the highest amount of silver? You'd think the larger items would have more.

And maybe your stainless steel is suffering from low self-esteem, and running away. After all, they're just the 'ordinary' spoons...
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Giggity on November 29, 2010, 05:27:19 PM
Nope. Dish ran away with 'em.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: aiki on November 29, 2010, 06:07:48 PM
I've heard of stealing the silver, but never stealing just the teaspoons. I wonder why the spoons would have the highest amount of silver? You'd think the larger items would have more.

The spoons have the highest proportion of silver in them, because they don't have to be hard enough to cut or stab things, and teaspoons, because they're easier to slip into a pocket than a tablespoon
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: VorFemme on November 29, 2010, 11:20:32 PM
Mom had me run a search for spoons on eBay - she had service for eight that came with SIXTEEN tablespoons (not iced tea spoons and not soup spoons).  She had either four or five.....

I found enough that she now has a spare or two.......for breakfast, if someone put their dirty spoon in the kitchen before she served ice cream or pudding for dessert, or what have you.

But she's still trying to figure out where the extra spoons went...........did the movers loose them?  Did the dishwasher eat them?  Dad grew up on a farm - he hates to throw anything away (feed those scraps to the chickens - not the disposal - and we had chickens for a few years when we had a yard large enough in an area rural enough to get away with it - I've the chicken plucking experience to prove it, too) - I highly doubt that he would absentmindedly throw one away..........  He washes plastic disposable spoons to reuse!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: faithlessone on November 30, 2010, 07:32:31 AM
In my house, it's the tea-plates (/side plates)!

I swear I counted out 30 of them when we had a party, back in July. I have been all over the house this morning, and I can only find 12! Where did those other 18 plates go??
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Akarui Kibuno on November 30, 2010, 07:44:10 AM
My own personal mystery is why, exactly, I seem to have less underwear (read panties haha) everytime I do laundry. I mean, I know I definitely have a few. As in, more than 5. But when I go through the laundry basket (the underwear always goes in the machine first) I find less and less. So I have to buy new ones often, which is quite annoying.

Worst thing is, I can't even blame the cat since I don't have one!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on November 30, 2010, 10:17:13 AM
My own personal mystery is why, exactly, I seem to have less underwear (read panties haha) everytime I do laundry. I mean, I know I definitely have a few. As in, more than 5. But when I go through the laundry basket (the underwear always goes in the machine first) I find less and less. So I have to buy new ones often, which is quite annoying.

Worst thing is, I can't even blame the cat since I don't have one!

Try these, you can get them most anywhere, even at some grocery stores and they're only a few dollars.

http://www.amazon.com/Mesh-Lingerie-Delicates-Wash-Bag/dp/B0001E83AE
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Nora on November 30, 2010, 02:26:37 PM
In my house, it's the tea-plates (/side plates)!

I swear I counted out 30 of them when we had a party, back in July. I have been all over the house this morning, and I can only find 12! Where did those other 18 plates go??

Big drunken fights, that you can't remember because you blacked out? Or your husband, who will steadily increase the disappearing/moving of objects, until you snap, and he can have you committed?

I can't imagine how 18(!) plates disappear in 5 months. My husband thinks they've been misplaced to secret cabinets beyond your knowledge. That does seem to happen a lot in this house.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: magicdomino on November 30, 2010, 02:40:12 PM
The only possible explaination is black holes in the cabinets.  The spoons and plates are being sucked to another dimension where cattle routinely leap over natural satellites and mice act as clock inspectors. 
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Nora on November 30, 2010, 02:48:49 PM
Or that, of course.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: mbbored on November 30, 2010, 02:59:16 PM
The spoons are all in that Alannis Morisette song.

As for undergarments, my last two dogs have found them tasty.  The first liked the old raggedy ones, which were fine to replace.  This one, however, likes the nicer ones.  Grr.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Akarui Kibuno on November 30, 2010, 03:01:07 PM
My own personal mystery is why, exactly, I seem to have less underwear (read panties haha) everytime I do laundry. I mean, I know I definitely have a few. As in, more than 5. But when I go through the laundry basket (the underwear always goes in the machine first) I find less and less. So I have to buy new ones often, which is quite annoying.

Worst thing is, I can't even blame the cat since I don't have one!

Akarui Kibuno, do you own a golden retriever by any chance?

Seriously, this totally happened to a friend of mine. She was house-sitting/dog-sitting for a friend who owns a huge, beautiful golden. She went in to take a shower, and the dog came into the bathroom with her. As she was drying her hair, she heard this odd sound like the dog was chewing something, and she looked over just in time to see a little bit of red lace disappear between the dog's teeth...   :o

Apparently, it's not terribly uncommon behavior, at least not for that particular dog...  and now my friend knows to never leave her knickers on the floor, even for a moment, when she's dog-sitting...



No dog, no cat, nothing :p . Maybe it's the fairies :P . Well, I do "own" a cat, but he lives with my mother and likes her better now. The only explanation I have for my mystery is that they're magic and leave by themselves in the land of... well; no idea where, but you get the point :P .
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: ica171 on November 30, 2010, 03:53:03 PM
Maybe your washer is eating them. I know people have said that their socks have gotten stuck behind the drum of the washer; maybe underwear can do it too.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: faithlessone on November 30, 2010, 04:04:17 PM
In my house, it's the tea-plates (/side plates)!

I swear I counted out 30 of them when we had a party, back in July. I have been all over the house this morning, and I can only find 12! Where did those other 18 plates go??

Big drunken fights, that you can't remember because you blacked out? Or your husband, who will steadily increase the disappearing/moving of objects, until you snap, and he can have you committed?

I can't imagine how 18(!) plates disappear in 5 months. My husband thinks they've been misplaced to secret cabinets beyond your knowledge. That does seem to happen a lot in this house.

Personally, I think my brother pinched some of them when he went back to university. (I live with our parents) The others, who knows?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Mama Duck on November 30, 2010, 05:17:01 PM
Ok, I know where everyone's spoons disappeared to because I know I never bought all these things. Now, who has all my forks? We could trade. Seriously, out of what was originally a service for 8 I have 4 salad forks and 16 teaspoons.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Starchasm on December 01, 2010, 02:47:43 PM
Who called my mother when she was pregnant with me?  She and Dad had a fight and he left to go out with friends.  Around 10 pm she got a phone call from a woman who simply said, "Do you know where your husband is?" then hung up.

She always suspected that Dad cheated on her, but he swears he didn't know who the woman could have been.  (They divorced when I was 19).

Why was my Mom's father such a great guy to his second family but so crappy to his first one?  He cheated on my grandma and was basically a jerk.  My mom remembers him punching one of her brothers across the room for walking past a piece of trash and not picking it up.  He was very strict, and was by all accounts a violent alcoholic.  He eventually left my grandma alone with 8 children when the oldest was 8 years old.  They were so poor they had to trap rabbits to eat, and wear clothes made out of flour sacks.  Grandma had to petition the Army to garnish his wages.  When they grew up (all of my aunts and uncles turned into great human beings by the way) some of the younger ones tried to get in contact with him.  He told them to go to hell. 

Only a few years ago he called one of my aunts and apologized for being such a horrible person.  My youngest uncle called him back the next day, thinking maybe his father wanted contact after 40-odd years.  He told my uncle to go to hell again. (We think he had probably been drunk when he called my aunt).

This past April my family found out that he died sometime in January.  His family gushed to mom and her siblings about what a wonderful person he had been.  How loving and kind he was to his stepkids and grandkids, and what a great all-around person he had been.

His step-kids and grand-kids seem to be genuinely nice folks.  So why on earth was he such a horrible piece of crap to Mom and her siblings?


Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Master_Edward on December 01, 2010, 04:12:09 PM
I was in the 7th grade and I lost the very first book I checked out of the middle school library that year, the only time I've ever lost a library book. I remember I took it home with me and then it got lost. I had to pay about 4 dollars to replace it. I never did find it and I've always wondered what happened to it.

Ed.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: 2littlemonkeys on December 01, 2010, 04:33:10 PM
I was in the 7th grade and I lost the very first book I checked out of the middle school library that year, the only time I've ever lost a library book. I remember I took it home with me and then it got lost. I had to pay about 4 dollars to replace it. I never did find it and I've always wondered what happened to it.

Ed.

That happened to me too!  I put a library book in my locker, went to a couple of classes and then lunch.  After lunch, I went back to my locker to retrieve it and it was gone, never to be seen again. Only mine cost $20 to replace.

As far as I can tell, my locker wasn't broken into (nothing else was missing).  There must have been some sort of wormhole.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Baxter on December 01, 2010, 09:57:56 PM
My older sister Carmel gave my other sister Rita a little turtle statue.  Rita adored that statue and had it on her shelf in her bedroom for years. 

One day a visiting Aunt accidentally broke the little turtle statue.  Rita went out to sit on the front steps and cry.  Right in front of her was an identical turtle statue to the one that had just been broken.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: JonGirl on December 02, 2010, 05:31:29 AM
I was in the 7th grade and I lost the very first book I checked out of the middle school library that year, the only time I've ever lost a library book. I remember I took it home with me and then it got lost. I had to pay about 4 dollars to replace it. I never did find it and I've always wondered what happened to it.

Ed.

Wasn't the Tropic of Cancer was it?  :)

Anyway, who stole my dictionary on my very first day of high school?
It was in my bag and since the school didn't have lockers back then I carried it around with me and nobody touched my bag.
I had to buy a new one and I still have it somewhere even though I left school in 1993.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Nora on December 02, 2010, 05:52:50 AM
Ok, I know where everyone's spoons disappeared to because I know I never bought all these things. Now, who has all my forks? We could trade. Seriously, out of what was originally a service for 8 I have 4 salad forks and 16 teaspoons.


 :o???
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: P-p-p-penguin on December 02, 2010, 06:00:05 AM
Who put the temperature valve back on the radiator?

I live with my landlady who is only at the house at weekends.  A few weeks ago she tried to adjust the temp on the radiator and the valve came off.  She couldn't get it back on and so before she left for the fortnight told me that she was leaving it off and would call the gasman to fix it.

Fast forward two weeks and she arrives and says, "the gasman came and fixed the radiator then." ... "No...."  He hadn't been round yet the valve was back on.  The only people that had been at the house were me, BF, BF's parents, and my mum and sister.  We checked with all of them and no one put the valve on!  It's a complete mystery and I'm honestly a little bit creeped out by it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: iridaceae on December 02, 2010, 06:31:56 AM
Where did my purple plastic cutting board go? It's purple! I love that thing.  But no, it apparently walked off.

How come I buy combs 12 at a time and 3 months later I'm buying another 12-pack?  And no, I don't leave them in purses.   Somewhere there are combs laughing at me.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: RingTailedLemur on December 02, 2010, 06:55:04 AM
Where did my purple plastic cutting board go? It's purple! I love that thing.  But no, it apparently walked off.

How come I buy combs 12 at a time and 3 months later I'm buying another 12-pack?  And no, I don't leave them in purses.   Somewhere there are combs laughing at me.

Along with about 30 of my nail files.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Outdoor Girl on December 02, 2010, 08:19:56 AM
Ok, I know where everyone's spoons disappeared to because I know I never bought all these things. Now, who has all my forks? We could trade. Seriously, out of what was originally a service for 8 I have 4 salad forks and 16 teaspoons.

Actually, a good quality service might come with double the teaspoons, since those are the item that gets used the most and/or is most easily lost.  (Although, apparently not in your case!   :))My Mom always bought an extra set of teaspoons anytime she bought flatware, if it didn't come with double the teaspoons.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on December 02, 2010, 08:49:11 AM
My older sister Carmel gave my other sister Rita a little turtle statue.  Rita adored that statue and had it on her shelf in her bedroom for years. 

One day a visiting Aunt accidentally broke the little turtle statue.  Rita went out to sit on the front steps and cry.  Right in front of her was an identical turtle statue to the one that had just been broken.

How cool is that?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: P-p-p-penguin on December 02, 2010, 09:07:02 AM
Where did my purple plastic cutting board go? It's purple! I love that thing.  But no, it apparently walked off.

How come I buy combs 12 at a time and 3 months later I'm buying another 12-pack?  And no, I don't leave them in purses.   Somewhere there are combs laughing at me.

Along with about 30 of my nail files.

And about a hundred of my hairbands and kirby grips, and various items of underwear.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on December 02, 2010, 09:14:56 AM
Where did my purple plastic cutting board go? It's purple! I love that thing.  But no, it apparently walked off.

How come I buy combs 12 at a time and 3 months later I'm buying another 12-pack?  And no, I don't leave them in purses.   Somewhere there are combs laughing at me.

Along with about 30 of my nail files.

And every pen known to mankind.
And about a hundred of my hairbands and kirby grips, and various items of underwear.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Bethalize on December 02, 2010, 05:17:53 PM
I'd love to know where my dragonfly hair clip is. I had it last week when I went to the hairdressers for a consultation. I put it in the glove box. I may have taken it out once at home to put it somewhere "safe" - but it's not there. Not there, I tell you!

If any psychic person can PM and tell me where it is before Saturday I'll donate Ł5 to a charity of your choice. I don't like to ask directly.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Master_Edward on December 02, 2010, 07:58:48 PM
I'm glad I'm not the only person who's ever lost a book. I figure it was somehow accidentally thrown away in the garbage. But I'll never know for sure.

Ed.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on December 02, 2010, 08:35:29 PM
I had to keep the libiary books in a seperate basket for awhile or my mom would "file" them on my bookshelves

I would never notice because I have a lot of book sale books and they still have the stickers on the spines

or they would be in the middle of "a gazillion" paperbacks
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Starchasm on December 03, 2010, 03:22:31 PM
How.  HOW.  How does the kitten manage to pee into the CLOSED top-loading washing machine?  Without getting any on the lid or controls?  It's like magic!  You open the washing machine and BAM, cat pee.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: blue2000 on December 03, 2010, 03:41:26 PM
Hehehe.

The same way my cat managed to cover almost the whole top half of my bed with cat pee when he was little. I thought for sure I spilled something - a six month old kitten cannot contain that much water! But no. It was him.

Cat bladders are truly a mystery.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfqueen13 on December 06, 2010, 09:02:02 AM
How.  HOW.  How does the kitten manage to pee into the CLOSED top-loading washing machine?  Without getting any on the lid or controls?  It's like magic!  You open the washing machine and BAM, cat pee.

Could the kitten have peed on something that you then washed in cold water?  I periodically run an empty bleach cycle through my washer, especially if I've had to wash something the dogs have peed on.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on December 15, 2010, 06:19:35 PM
I solved an old friend's personal mystery.

His daughter and I have the same name, similar in physical appearance and relatively close in age. 

About fifteen years ago his daughter was followed home by a large male cat later dubbed "Bob".  Eight years ago his daughter went off to college and Bob disappeared never to be seen again. He was searched for for nearly 6 months.

Bob was very distinctive because of his markings and his missing ear.  Bob liked exactly two people in this world...friend's daughter and me.

Last week, I stopped at a garage sale on my way home.  A teenage girl was helping her mom with the sale...sitting next to her was Bob.  Bob sees me and starts "talking" to me and rubbing around my legs.  I knelt down to give him scritches and talk to him.  The mom stops, the daughter stops, looks at me and asked me how I knew their cats name.  I told them the story about Bob's disappearance 8 years ago.

Turns out Bob showed up on their doorstep over 10 miles from where friend used to live and just wouldn't leave.  They looked for his owner, but never found one (Bob was in the next town over). Bob got his name from them because one of their friend's was named Bob and he responded to it and wouldn't answer to anything else.

Apparently Bob has a specific owner preference because the little girl who he chose as his new owner has the same name as friend's daughter and me...she looks a lot like us too.  It's kinda creepy.

I called friend to tell him Bob was alive, well and located.  He was happy he found a new owner and wasn't accidentally ran over all those years ago.


 

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Msunderstatement on December 16, 2010, 06:26:29 PM
I think she means that somebody sets it at 6pm before they leave to go off at 6am in the morning.  Custodial staff arrives at 3am.  At 6am in the morning, coffeemaker turns on, makes the coffee, coffee is ready but kept hot by the heating pad.  Custodial staff has worked all night and is almost finished.  At 6:30am, right before leaving, they empty the grounds into the trash can, take the trash out and put in a new bag.  Then when you come in at 7am, coffee is still hot (because heating pad keeps it hot) but grounds and trash are gone.

However, I don't think there are many cleaning crews that keep those hours nowadays, so I find it unlikely.  My guess is that somebody from another department is trying to be a bit of a secret elf for your department or all the departments, so comes in, makes the coffee, and maybe carries a trash bag around to empty the grounds into and then takes it with them, so that the trash in the can doesn't spoil the surprise.

Or, does the coffee taste *old*?  Like it was from last night?  Another option is that somebody is making it at night and simply leaving the coffeepot on, so it keeps the old coffee hot.

There isn't an autosetting, you have to push 'brew' or you get no coffee.  And there isn't a heating pad, the coffee pours into an insulated dispenser.  The dispenser is then put on a stand.  The only thing keeping the coffee hot is the insulation.  I've found old coffee from the night before, it's just barely warm and obviously old.  This stuff is piping hot and fresh.  The first time it happened, I just assumed it was old coffee but when I started to dump it out, it smelled very fresh and you could see the steam.  You could tell it had been made very recently.  I went ahead and poured myself a cup and it was definitely not old coffee.  It's happened about once or twice a week since then.  It is a nice surprise.   :)

And as far as I can tell, our crew comes between 6 and 9 pm.  I see them when I work late.  I've been here very early too and haven't seen any custodial staff. 

I'm going to run with the compost idea for my sanity, LOL  But I like the elf idea too!   :D

My 2 cents  is the security guard may know
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Msunderstatement on December 16, 2010, 06:29:12 PM
I had to keep the libiary books in a seperate basket for awhile or my mom would "file" them on my bookshelves

I would never notice because I have a lot of book sale books and they still have the stickers on the spines

or they would be in the middle of "a gazillion" paperbacks

I purchase withdrawn books from the library, and then inadvertently return them.  I found the best way to avoid that is to either put book covers on my books and/or put a label with my name on it on the spine. 
And to write on the calendar what books I have checked out.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: snoopygirl on December 17, 2010, 04:49:53 AM
I want to know why my cell phone changed both time and date today. I went to look at it and found the time on it was saying 9 something in the evening. This was at ten in the morring. I didn't change the time. I then thought I needed to check the date for some reason. The date was coming up as 2004. Again I have no idea why. My husband did change the message setting yesterday to make it easier to read but I doubt he would change the time or even know how to do that.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Stormtreader on December 17, 2010, 08:12:04 AM
I think I can solve that one - there will have been a battery issue, probably for just long enough to reset the phones date and time - if i take the battery out of my phone, the datetime resets to midnight 1/1/2004.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Cellardoor14 on December 17, 2010, 08:28:17 AM
I'm glad I'm not the only person who's ever lost a book. I figure it was somehow accidentally thrown away in the garbage. But I'll never know for sure.

Ed.

I've lost a book a friend loaned to me while in grad school.  I was feeling ill and left class early to go home.  I ran into her outside, and she gave me her just-finished Katherine Hepburn biography to read to fill the time while sick.  (I didn't have a TV in grad school.)  I took it from her , put it straight into my bag, and walked home. 

When I got there, I opened up my bag, and the book was gone.  I was so distraught- and feverish- I retraced my route (about a twenty minute walk round trip) looking for that thing, but it had vanished.

I ended up having to buying the friend another copy, though I don't think she ever completely believed me about losing it. I noticed she did check out all of my book cases whenever she came over after that!   :P
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Carnation on December 17, 2010, 10:28:22 AM
Why is it when I think of someone I haven't seen in ages, our paths cross?

Yesterday, I was thinking of someone I hadn't seen since 1973 and today she showed up as a new member on Classmates.com.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: faithlessone on December 17, 2010, 12:42:23 PM
I'm glad I'm not the only person who's ever lost a book. I figure it was somehow accidentally thrown away in the garbage. But I'll never know for sure.

Ed.

I've lost a book a friend loaned to me while in grad school.  I was feeling ill and left class early to go home.  I ran into her outside, and she gave me her just-finished Katherine Hepburn biography to read to fill the time while sick.  (I didn't have a TV in grad school.)  I took it from her , put it straight into my bag, and walked home. 

When I got there, I opened up my bag, and the book was gone.  I was so distraught- and feverish- I retraced my route (about a twenty minute walk round trip) looking for that thing, but it had vanished.

I ended up having to buying the friend another copy, though I don't think she ever completely believed me about losing it. I noticed she did check out all of my book cases whenever she came over after that!   :P

Same thing happened to me in secondary school! I borrowed a copy of Romeo & Juliet from one of my friends, because I wanted to audition for it, and my copy was part of a giant "Complete Works". I put the book into my backpack, and went home. By the time I checked, it had absolutely vanished. I checked all over my Mum's car - the path between the car park and the school, my locker, everything. It just disappeared.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: lady_disdain on December 17, 2010, 12:46:28 PM
I wonder where the mysterious library where these lost books end up is.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Seraphia on December 17, 2010, 12:52:37 PM
I wonder where the mysterious library where these lost books end up is.


Borges' Library of Babel maybe?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: faithlessone on December 17, 2010, 01:45:17 PM
I wonder where the mysterious library where these lost books end up is.
Borges' Library of Babel maybe?

I'm thinking something along the lines of the library in the Doctor Who episode "Silence in the Library". A whole planet of books!
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Daffydilly on December 17, 2010, 01:50:21 PM
I think it's across the street from the Dryer's World of Stolen Socks Emporium. Problem is if you go looking for these things, they will be sentenced to a lifetime imprisonment. If you give up, they are given reduced sentences and show up 5-10 years later. And the guards are former elves who were fired by Santa. You know the kind, show up late, make toys that break and spend most of their time hanging out by the water cooler exchanging ideas on how to drive their coworkers nuts.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MerryCat on December 17, 2010, 02:48:03 PM
This didn't happen to me, but to SeriousCat. I didn't hear about it until years after, but I love to tease him about it.

Now, there's two things you should know about SeriousCat - He's prone to making silly pronouncements just for the heck of it, and he's a night owl who, if he's on vacation, will sleep all day and then go for long walks in the wee hours of the night.

So one night, during his summer holidays, when SeriousCat was about 17 years old he decided to go for one of his late night rambles. He turned to his brother, also a night owl, and said "Well, I'm off to go burn a boat," and vanished into the night. Just as it was starting to get light he got back to find fire trucks blocking his street. Apparently his neighbours had just gotten a brand new boat, and some one had burned it to the ground.

SeriousCat insists that it wasn't him. He pointed out that he'd walked all the way across town (it was a small town) to his friends' place, where he'd stayed until his friend gave him a ride back in the morning, so he was nowhere near the boat during the hours it was believed to have been burned. But it's still kind of fishy, don't you think?

The really weird thing is, this isn't the first time this has happened either. There have been other times that SeriousCat has joked about doing something, only to find that that exact thing has actually happened shortly afterward. Luckily most of these incidents happened miles away, in another province, or even other countries, or I'd be starting to be really suspicious LOL.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaora on December 17, 2010, 05:41:46 PM
I think it's across the street from the Dryer's World of Stolen Socks Emporium. Problem is if you go looking for these things, they will be sentenced to a lifetime imprisonment. If you give up, they are given reduced sentences and show up 5-10 years later. And the guards are former elves who were fired by Santa. You know the kind, show up late, make toys that break and spend most of their time hanging out by the water cooler exchanging ideas on how to drive their coworkers nuts.

That is brilliant.   ;D  It makes sense now!

(And, to the library... don't blink  ;) )
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on December 17, 2010, 08:40:21 PM
How the radio station knows EXACTLY which Xmas songs you find most obnoxious, and how they know when you get in the car or otherwise turn on the radio, so they can play ALL of them, one right after another.

And why those songs are your SO's favorites.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MrsJWine on December 17, 2010, 09:05:18 PM
How the radio station knows EXACTLY which Xmas songs you find most obnoxious, and how they know when you get in the car or otherwise turn on the radio, so they can play ALL of them, one right after another.

And why those songs are your SO's favorites.

I have an explanation!  This is what I believe happens:

Person One:  No one seems to like this song anymore.
Person Two:  I know!  Let's redo it so it's fresh and new!  Everyone will love it then!
Person One:  I do not see how this could possibly go wrong.

Instead of:

Person One:  No one seems to like this song anymore.
Person Two:  I know!  Let's make a different song that is fresh and new!  Everyone will love it!
Person Two:  This could go wrong, but what could be worse than adding yet one more to the 3,632 already-existing versions of "Winter Wonderland"?

(My one exception is "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" sung by Sarah McLachlan and Barenaked Ladies.  I could listen to that song all day long.  It makes me all shivery.)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Fliss on December 19, 2010, 01:30:22 AM
How the radio station knows EXACTLY which Xmas songs you find most obnoxious, and how they know when you get in the car or otherwise turn on the radio, so they can play ALL of them, one right after another.

The company I work for (new job! Yay!) has its very own radio station that broadcasts to all stores.

If I ever track down the person who chooses the music, I shall be forced to kill them for the good of humanity. There is only a certain number of times you can listen to a song, regardless of who is singing it, and I reached that limit about 10 days ago.

Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: mbbored on December 19, 2010, 10:39:07 AM
How the radio station knows EXACTLY which Xmas songs you find most obnoxious, and how they know when you get in the car or otherwise turn on the radio, so they can play ALL of them, one right after another.

And why those songs are your SO's favorites.

I have an explanation!  This is what I believe happens:

Person One:  No one seems to like this song anymore.
Person Two:  I know!  Let's redo it so it's fresh and new!  Everyone will love it then!
Person One:  I do not see how this could possibly go wrong.

Instead of:

Person One:  No one seems to like this song anymore.
Person Two:  I know!  Let's make a different song that is fresh and new!  Everyone will love it!
Person Two:  This could go wrong, but what could be worse than adding yet one more to the 3,632 already-existing versions of "Winter Wonderland"?

(My one exception is "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" sung by Sarah McLachlan and Barenaked Ladies.  I could listen to that song all day long.  It makes me all shivery.)

I am obsessed with that version!  And they never play it.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Moralia on December 19, 2010, 04:53:19 PM
From the time I was a small child, I heard about my great-great-etc. grandfather who fought in the Union Army in the American Civil War, was captured, imprisoned in Andersonville and then escaped. He even wrote about it, though sadly, all that was passed down was a typewritten copy of the account as the original was burned by his daughter, along with most of his other personal papers after his death near the turn of the century. I had read the account and it seemed to be in line with the historic record.

Later, I came to notice that he used the exact same phrases to describe certain things that were in accounts published at the time. Tsk. Plagarism, but understandable, I suppose, if you're not good for words.

But then, I was tooling around the internet one day and Googled his very distinctive name. I discovered that he was recorded as enlisted in both the Union and Confederate armies. That he served under the command of relatives in both armies. He was reported captured or missing by one side or the other to correspond with the dates of service for the other side. The only disciplinary action of which I've found record is a fine for losing a curry comb. He also applied for both pensions later in life, but only received one from the Union army service.

What the heck was going on??????  Spying? Smuggling/Profiteering? Dumb punk kid being protected by relatives when he wanders into the wrong camp?  We'll probably never know.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on December 19, 2010, 05:11:17 PM
Every once in awhile I will get a Mani/pedi and my nails will.not.dry.  It happened yesterday in fact.  No idea what is causing it. 

The owner checks with the tech to see what they used on me and what order.  Did they spray off my nails with alcohol before polishing? Did I wash my hands thoroughly?  Has the product gone off?

So the owner himself takes everything off and re-polishes...still won't dry.  Sticks me under the UV lamp for 5 minutes...still not dry.  Sprays me with some quick dry stuff...still not dry.  Takes it all off again.  Reapplies...dries in less than 2 minutes with just a fan.  Same stuff...Sweet monkey fritters!?  Any ideas? Anyone?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: MinAvi on December 19, 2010, 05:44:21 PM
Every once in awhile I will get a Mani/pedi and my nails will.not.dry.  It happened yesterday in fact.  No idea what is causing it. 

The owner checks with the tech to see what they used on me and what order.  Did they spray off my nails with alcohol before polishing? Did I wash my hands thoroughly?  Has the product gone off?

So the owner himself takes everything off and re-polishes...still won't dry.  Sticks me under the UV lamp for 5 minutes...still not dry.  Sprays me with some quick dry stuff...still not dry.  Takes it all off again.  Reapplies...dries in less than 2 minutes with just a fan.  Same stuff...Sweet monkey fritters!?  Any ideas? Anyone?

I have the same problem sometimes with my Acrylic refills. My nail tech has declared that it has something to do with the oil my nails produce, some days are just oilier than others. Apparently if you type a lot then the constant tapping forces blood to the tip of your fingers which produces more oil.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: bobsyouruncle on December 19, 2010, 06:10:33 PM
The cat weighs 13 lbs.  How come when he steps on me when I'm laying down each of his paws seems to carry 100 pounds of weight?
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on December 19, 2010, 06:24:12 PM
Every once in awhile I will get a Mani/pedi and my nails will.not.dry.  It happened yesterday in fact.  No idea what is causing it. 

The owner checks with the tech to see what they used on me and what order.  Did they spray off my nails with alcohol before polishing? Did I wash my hands thoroughly?  Has the product gone off?

So the owner himself takes everything off and re-polishes...still won't dry.  Sticks me under the UV lamp for 5 minutes...still not dry.  Sprays me with some quick dry stuff...still not dry.  Takes it all off again.  Reapplies...dries in less than 2 minutes with just a fan.  Same stuff...Sweet monkey fritters!?  Any ideas? Anyone?

I have the same problem sometimes with my Acrylic refills. My nail tech has declared that it has something to do with the oil my nails produce, some days are just oilier than others. Apparently if you type a lot then the constant tapping forces blood to the tip of your fingers which produces more oil.
Well at least that sort of makes sense.  Although you would think once I washed/scrubbed my nails and then had them sprayed of with alcohol, there wouldn't be much oil left.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Dazi on December 19, 2010, 06:25:14 PM
The cat weighs 13 lbs.  How come when he steps on me when I'm laying down each of his paws seems to carry 100 pounds of weight?

I think cats secretly know every pressure point in the human body and they punish us accordingly.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Suze on December 19, 2010, 07:01:34 PM
The cat weighs 13 lbs.  How come when he steps on me when I'm laying down each of his paws seems to carry 100 pounds of weight?

I think cats secretly know every pressure point in the human body and they punish us accordingly.

my almost 20 pounder can balance all her weight on one little toe I think.....

usually right on top of my bladder in the morning. >sigh<
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: bobsyouruncle on December 19, 2010, 07:07:19 PM
The cat weighs 13 lbs.  How come when he steps on me when I'm laying down each of his paws seems to carry 100 pounds of weight?

I think cats secretly know every pressure point in the human body and they punish us accordingly.

my almost 20 pounder can balance all her weight on one little toe I think.....

usually right on top of my bladder in the morning. >sigh<

Our cats must be related....I just convinced him that sitting next to me was seriously just as good as sitting on the laptop.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Outdoor Girl on December 19, 2010, 08:00:54 PM
My cat knew how to stand exactly on all the fibro pressure points.  And then get mad at me when I moved her. ::)
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Elfmama on December 19, 2010, 09:39:08 PM
From the time I was a small child, I heard about my great-great-etc. grandfather who fought in the Union Army in the American Civil War, was captured, imprisoned in Andersonville and then escaped. He even wrote about it, though sadly, all that was passed down was a typewritten copy of the account as the original was burned by his daughter, along with most of his other personal papers after his death near the turn of the century. ...
:o :'( :'(

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What the heck was going on??????  Spying? Smuggling/Profiteering? Dumb punk kid being protected by relatives when he wanders into the wrong camp?  We'll probably never know.
Perhaps the answer was in those personal papers?  I hate hearing stories of deliberate destruction of family history like that.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Kaymyth on December 19, 2010, 10:02:51 PM
The cat weighs 13 lbs.  How come when he steps on me when I'm laying down each of his paws seems to carry 100 pounds of weight?

I think cats secretly know every pressure point in the human body and they punish us accordingly.

They know a lot more than that, and not all of them use their knowledge for evil. ;)  My cat seems to have a knack for turning herself into a kitty heating pad right when I need it most.

I get that cats can smell pheromones, and that's how she knows when I've hit "that time".  But how does she know about the cramps?  How does she know exactly how to position herself on my abdomen to ease the pain with her warmth and purring? 

All other times, she's a "curl up next to Mummy and snuggle that way" kitty.  It's only when I'm cramping that she insists on draping herself across me.
Title: Re: Your own personal mysteries.
Post by: Moralia on December 19, 2010, 10:07:05 PM