Part of the whole geocaching thing is being inconspicuous. Don't want muggles to see where the caches are hidden so they can go steal or destroy it.
Pretty easy if you're in the woods, surrounded by rocks and trees. You can hide, or people think you're taking a breather or basking in the view.
In the city it's a different story.
There's this pesky cache titled "Duck Tape" that's located in strip mall retail area. Not many places to hide a micro cache (about the size of a film canister). Thinking I was oh-so clever, I wondered if the name of the cache was a clue. Did I have to duck down to find the darn thing?
Here I am with a orange drink sucking tyke following me around saying, "I wanna go home, Mommy. Do we have to geocache? There's no toys here."
If that wasn't bad enough, bending down with my big bottom up in the air toward passersby had to be the weirdest thing those people have seen in a long time. "Honey, why is that lady feeling around under the electrical box on the side of the store? Gee her butt is big!"
I'm amazed I wasn't arrested.
Not for suspicious behavior, but for grossing out people in cars and kids on skateboards.
Duck. Tape. I tried the "bottom's up" thing and am still scratching my head.
It was only my second attempt to find it. On the log, there are folks who went back seven times!
Wonder if they waggled their bottom round to the innocent folks at Mission Trace.
(My chiropractor's office was facing me and my butt. I'm so glad she didn't look out of her office and see me.)
There's a lot of crap in life. So much today that it feels like we're all buried in a giant litter box. It's all about how we handle the stinky stuff around us. We can do it alone or with friends... or ultimately with God.
Friday, May 08, 2009
Thursday, May 07, 2009
Tired, tired oh so tired
You know you're tired when your nose gets stuck between the "g" and "h" keys on the keyboard.
You know you're tired when your son stands in front of you with yellow socks and yells, "Come on Mommy, to the dishwasher! I peed!" and you don't care.
You know you're tired when it's a gorgeous 78 degrees outside - you have two free hours - and you wish you could just crawl into bed.
You know you're tired when you don't feel like getting into the car and driving to a nearby geocache that everyone's raving about (Duck Tape).
You know you're tired when you stare at Twitter and wonder... why?
You know you're tired when picking up your tooth brush causes your arm to tremble under strain.
You know you're tired when you see/hear something funny and can't remember how to laugh.
Know know you're tired when you have homicidal thoughts toward anyone who talks excitedly about an upcoming vacation.
You know you're tired when you have to abandon a room of your house to floor-collapsing piles of laundry.
You know you're too tired when you don't know the difference between Desitin and toothpaste.
You know you're tired when you're writing a blog entry and forget what you're writing about... like now...
You know you're tired when your son stands in front of you with yellow socks and yells, "Come on Mommy, to the dishwasher! I peed!" and you don't care.
You know you're tired when it's a gorgeous 78 degrees outside - you have two free hours - and you wish you could just crawl into bed.
You know you're tired when you don't feel like getting into the car and driving to a nearby geocache that everyone's raving about (Duck Tape).
You know you're tired when you stare at Twitter and wonder... why?
You know you're tired when picking up your tooth brush causes your arm to tremble under strain.
You know you're tired when you see/hear something funny and can't remember how to laugh.
Know know you're tired when you have homicidal thoughts toward anyone who talks excitedly about an upcoming vacation.
You know you're tired when you have to abandon a room of your house to floor-collapsing piles of laundry.
You know you're too tired when you don't know the difference between Desitin and toothpaste.
You know you're tired when you're writing a blog entry and forget what you're writing about... like now...
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