Clothes, toys, money, lots of socks and undies. Every time I do laundry, a sock I lost a sock. WTF is up with that? Lot's of tennis balls, a tennis racquet. Some basketballs, more socks and money. Socks, and uhhh..more socks.
Oh, and on the flight home from Vietnam, I lost a fan I was supposed to give to my girlfriend. Spent a good deal of waiting for the next flight in the Seoul airport asking the stewardess to look and retrieve it for me. Worry my ass off about it. But alas, it's gone. I still grief over it....:( It's such a nice fan...
...and then some more socks...

I left my favorite jacket in the airport in ottowa canada after I fought in the North American Championships for the ITF- I called the airport and they shipped it back for free- so we should all apreciate our gentle neighbors to the north, and not blame canada- quebec however.......

In reply to rougehunter65-
eddies full name is eddie aikou- there is a lot of memorabilia on line on this guy, he is pretty much a hawian folk hero at this point- do a google search for his name and the saying "eddie would go" and /or "go, eddie would"
seek and ye shall find...........

Ballpoint pens...

All my ballpoint pens will, at sometime or another, slip through a wormhole to a planet that is entirely given over to ballpoint life forms, where they enjoy a uniquely ballpointoid life-style, respond to highly ballpoint-oriented stimuli, and generally lead the ballpoint equivalent of the good life.

Now, seriously, I am always losing my pens and mechanical pencils, and I have no idea where they go.

That's what I'm talking about. Where the hell do all the lone socks go?

Personally, my worst story is the time I spent panicking about findng my glasses for about 15 minutes. Turned out they were on my face the whole time.

I lost a wallet, and then found it seven months later, exactly where I had left it: under a computer tower in the chemistry lab at school. I think it's funny that in an entire school year, I was the only other person who stuck my hand under there while working on the computer.

I'm down one (possibly two, depending on whether the replacement shows up when I clean my room) class rings from high school.

Brilliant - That's like a perfect little short story.

So far i have gone through 15 debit cards. Yea im a idiot but they dont charge me to replace them. Actually the ATM has eaten 2 of them so i guess thats not my fault.

As of 4 hours ago, I've lost my cellphone, and therefore my connection to the rest of the world. I've fallen off the face of the earth.

Believe it or not, the one thing I've lost that really bothers me is a pair of pants. About 8-9 years ago I bought a really nice pair of dress slacks that fit great and they where even lined. I only wore them when I was really trying to look good. One day about 2-3 years later I went to put them on and could not find them. I guess I took them to the cleaners and forgot about it. It still bothers me to this day that I have no idea where they ended up. I don't recall coming home naked anytime. Oh well, it is not as if they would fit now anyway.

A couple years ago I decided to buy a digital camera. I spent hours researching cameras in my price range and finally decided on a Canon PowerShot A70 ($320 at the time). I bought it, and a week later, I lost it.

I searched for it all over my house (last place I remember having it) with no luck. I ended up buying another one.

I also remember buying a shirt like 10 years ago and before I could even wear it, I lost it. A couple years later, I was looking at some pictures that my relatives in France sent us and I saw my cousin wearing the shirt that "i lost."

Many years ago I lost the key to the nice old writing desk I got from grandpa. Luckily, only one of the cabinets were locked at that moment, a shallow thing that I had no idea what it was for anyway. A few years ago it struck me - it's the perfect size for a mini-bar. Drats. Someday, I'll try to remake that key, it wasn't that complex.

I have an attention problem. Usually when I am loosing things it is because I am trying to think of too many other things. Trips are a bad time for me because I am trying to keep track of gates, flights, times etc. I once left my luggage in the trunk of the car that dropped me off at the airport. Fortunately they got hung in traffic and I got it before the flight.

When I came to Europe to join a band for the summer (1983) I decided to stay.
I sent a postcard to two friends saying "deal with my stuff". They threw all of it on the street except the records and tapes that they wanted.

I lost everything. Birth certificate, everything I had built myself, all my tools. Everything.

The first time I got to go to the Salt River (Arizona, US), just last Spring, we took my car and another vehicle. I gave Andy (boyfriend) my car keys and watched him tie them in the drawstring of his shorts with a double knot.

While we were going along things were fine (water was pretty cold) but it was relaxing and fun...then some of us (not me) started splashing and flipping other people in our group off of their air tubes into the cold water (I was a victim of this) and after a few minutes I noticed that Andy didn't have my keys tied. I asked him where they were...spent 60-90 minutes in ice cold water (fighting the current) looking for them - my car keys are at the bottom of some part of the Salt River. LOL!

Hmm, at least it's not my car that's at the bottom of the river, right? :D

I lost a grey jumper once.
I accidentally left it 3000 feet up a hill in france when i was about 10. I loved that jumper. It was really baggy and had a B52 bomber on it.
I've not thought about that jumper for years.
:'(

Oh and the usual, wallet, keys etc :)

I don't know that things are lost until I find them. That's good, I suppose, because I never worry about them -- I'm just glad to see them again.

I used to lose my baseball glove all the time when I was a little guy. All the time, after every game and practice. I don't know what the hell my problem was.

I've also lost shirts, wallets, books, games, etc... And I've misplaced countless things only to find too late.

I lost my house keys when I was 8 or 9, I think it happened as a result of letting my teacher use my ultra cool pen keychain. Anyway, my parents made me feel pretty awful/guilty about losing the keys and had to rush to change the locks....just incase.

Well, there was this one time I lost my virginity... I never did get that sucker back. :lol:

All joking aside, I've lost countless items, but the funniest is the shin guard from my friend's suit of armor, which he let me borrow for a high school play. All the pieces were numbered and I had this sheet I used to make sure all the pieces were there (yes, I am that anal.) I checked everything off and it was all there in my car before I left to go return it to him. When I got there, no shin guard. Piece #111 and it was a bitch to replace.

I just lost like a 20-pack of garbage bags. They were those new force flex ones. I swear that I bought them at Target like 2 weeks ago, and today I needed a garbage bag, and they are nowhere to be found...

It's true about the socks!!! What is up with the socks?
When I was 17, I lost two gold rings when I left them in a hotel room. One of them was my grandmother's. I still feel guilty.

I lost my first bomber jacket when I left it in the back seat of my first car when some bitch I was seeing at the time decided to take my car for a joy ride when I stopped to get us something to drink. Never saw it again.

God I hate her.

keys, my school ID (i had to pay to get a new one, and right after that, i found the old one *sigh*)

I had an old Detroit Tigers cloth cap. I wore it everywhere, all the time. I fall asleep one day at the uni library and it is gone. I must have been quite tired for someone taking it off my head while sleeping.

I lost my teddy bear when I was a child, it is the only memory that comes to mind but I still remeber it.

Apologies for the bump, but last week I lost the Zippo lighter I've had for almost eight years, given to me by my best friend before I moved to another country. That lighter went everywhere with me, to many parties, many repairs, and it got lost and found plenty of times before. But now it's gone, I was messing around in the snow and it must have fallen out of my pocket and I don't think I'll ever see it again. I'm sad :(

My memory.


I think.

When my wife went into labor we brough an older camera I had and a digital camera that we had recently received as a gift. After the birth and her moving to a different room at the hospital, we discovered that our older camera was missing. Fortunately most of the pictures of my newborn son were on the digital camera, but the hospital never owned up to reinbursing us for our loss. Though I still feel someone stole it, it had to be someone on the staff. Oh I was so mad.

After playing 1-on-1 soccer in a field on a date (yeah... I'm just that big of a dork.), about an hour after I've dropped the girl back off and I've already driven myself home, I realized that I didn't have my pocket knife on me. I realized I must've dropped it when I was running around out there.

I've had this knife since freshman year. I've warded off a few would be attackers with this thing. It's cheap, starting to dull again, and oh, did I mention that it's raining like hell outside now. But being the sucker that I am for holding on to things, I go out looking for the bastard...

I get there, and realize that this field has an area of roughly half a mile... the knife on the other hand has an area of about 3 inches closed. Realizing I'm screwed, I go on looking anyway. Roughly half an hour later, soaked and cold, batteries dying in my big ass 3.5 million candlepower flashlight, I spot an area of depressed grass. Hoping that this won't be the 17th time that I've gotten excited only to find a piece of dog crap, I walk over and there's my knife.

Slightly giddy from acting so ridiculous and from having finally found the son of a bitch, I get in my car and drive home. On the way home I decide to pick up some stuff. (groceries, gas, etc.) I get home, unload my stuff, and, exhausted, start undressing for bed.

The knife wasn't in my pocket, any of them. The next morning when I checked, it wasn't in the car... It was gone again.

If I ever find that damn thing I'm gonna purposely dull it against a rough rock for causing me such frustration.

I've just spent half an hour searching for my favourite plectrum. I'm not touching my guitar or mandolin until that thing shows up. I love that plectrum.

I lost my U2 Achtung Baby t-shirt that I got at Goodwill for $1.20. Needless to say I was very very sad for a long time.

I also seem to have misplaced my copy of Muse's Absolution. Thank God all of the songs are ripped on to my computer.

MY GOD that happens to me a lot. Things that just disappear. For instance, i store my footwear under my bed, and at the end of the summer i puy my flip flops under there for safe but dusty storage. Come next may, ONE of them was gone. I don't own a dog or anything like that, so one of them must have spontaneously left this universe for a parallel dimension or something.

That is the biggest item taht has completely vanished, but there are other items too, usually something that i drop under something much as you did. Upon inspection ITS COMPLETELY GONE FROM SPACETIME!

I lost one of the rubber ear cushions for my Sony Fontopia earbuds a few weeks ago. I had to order a replacement for Sony, and it came out to $9 USD. A new pair of phones would be $25 and free shipping from Amazon, and would come with 4 cushions, two of them being more suitable to me. I should've just gotten the new phones.

The most memorable loss that I've had was a pouch with $80 dollars, a camera, and over 10,000 play tickets in Circus Circus. As a 10 year-old, this was a crushing blow.

I've also lost hats, jackets/shirts, glasses, retainers, binders. Over the years I've noticed that if I carry something in my hand, that cannot go into my pockets, chances are that I will lose it.

Don't lose a whole lot of things, just a few CD's here and there sometimes get lost for a while but I'll find them in a big pile or something. :p The biggest thing that I've lost was a necklace of St. Vincent given to me by my grandmother before she died.

youthful optimism...it's all gone, I don't know if I'll ever find it again.

somewhere in this world is a white VS ballerena necked, long flared sleeved shirt that belongs to me... like, it's one of those things that I know I had it at some point but don't remember the last time I saw it and don't have a clue where it might be. I miss that shirt.

I do have some stuff that people have borrowed... but I know who has that stuff, tho i'm probably not gonna get it back!!