Ooo! What if it's in my eyes now?!

Poison Oak! P.O. I now call it FPO (YOU can figure out the "F" part!)

I spent a few bucks on Technu and can only hope it works!

I'm not kidding! We were in the midst of an FPO Ocean! I kept saying, "We'll be fine. The cache is only a few hundred feet away. We can make it. Just be careful. This shouldn't be a problem When people see poison oak (FPO) on our legs, they'll think it's cool, cause we can say we got it while out geocaching! Don't turn back, Carnivorous Hippy. We're almost there. Here, just push this big bush of oak (FPO) aside with your shoe. No problems. Oops. I just rubbed my eyes. Oh no! I saw you just pull up your sock! Shit!"

Arrgghh! A good day ended quickly. Ended up in the shower, stripping off everything and throwing it into the washer with DISHSOAP, hoping to salvage my favorite shorts. I scrubbed so hard on my arms and legs with Technu that I'm a little raw now. I just HOPE, HOPE, HOPE no blisters arise! I'm leaving on a trip with Handsome Husband tomorrow to the San Juan Islands! No FPO, please!

Geocaching is the Excuse...

Ah, being old and stupid is SO MUCH BETTER than being young and stupid. See, the way I look at it, youngsters and teenagers don't have fully developed frontal lobes, so every stupid thing they do is expected.

Old ladies, however, are supposed to have that fully-developed lobe set up and running. Therefore, when the OPT to do something stupid, it's completely unexcusable! They do it and if they get hurt, people listening to the tragic report on the evening news say, "Oh how stupid. I don't feel ONE BIT sorry for them!"

We started off at Central Park. We ditched our husbands and went right to 101, our favorite bar. We downed Willamette Brewing's Espresso Stout and headed out. It was already 10 p.m. We decided to capture "Ruffled Duck" first, the cache that had us fooled last week. Carnivorous Hippy pulled the Volvo right up to the curb, we stepped out, and had the cache-in-hand within 30 seconds. The reason this is significant it that last time we came here, it was full daylight and we turned over 2 newspaper stands, moved boulders, and crawled about on our hands and knees. This time, eh...

Then, we decided to capture "Reel Me In," the cache we'd also missed last week. However, it was veerrryyy dark and all we had was my little e-trex GPS (remember, I broke the Magellan) and my little crank flashlight. We saw lions and tigers, and bears! I mean it! However, remember, we are fully-brain-equipped at this age. So we continued down the path of dark and doom, searching for the cache more than 1/4 mile away. Man, are we dumb!

We found a shopping cart and decided to use it for some fun. We pushed it into the skate park. There was a homeless man sleeping nearby, but he didn't seem to hear a thing, as we whooped and hollered. At one point, I'm not sure how, but CH convinced me to climb into the contraption so she could "push me around" for awhile. Remember, fully-developed frontal lobe? Yeah, right.

She tried to kill me---or at least help me suffer a traumatic brain injury.

Bored with that, we then ventured deeper into trouble. We headed toward the cache, using the GPS, which indicated we'd have to head under the overpasses that help folks avoid Corvallis.

Under one bridge, we heard this weird, eerie, screeching sound. We kept going, however, even when CH spied reflective eyes. Eventually, it revealed itself to be an owl. Then, we got really scared, as we realized that this is probably the only place in Corvallis where people die at the hands of others, whose name should not be spoken. We turned around (frontal lobes kicked in) and headed back toward the geo-Volvo.

Then, being the idiots we are, we headed over to my place to watch the movie we'd just made. No joke. We're THAT stupid! I'm not going to post it, however, because my frontal lobe is functioning right now...