Geocaching Continues to Haunt Me...

Today, after dropping off Dood (see earlier post) for his surgery appointment at Alpine Animal Hospital, Jim Dandy and I went geocaching in the Adair Village area! Long ago, I lived in Adair. My son, who is now 16, was born while we lived there. I have haunted memories of that place. It was while living there that I first decided I wanted a divorce. Then, I was suddenly pregnant, so, being an idiot, thought, "Must be devine intervention." So, I dropped the file. 2 babies needed 2 parents, right?

Needless to say, a few years later, when my son was 2 and daughter was 4, the divorce was inevitable, so I proceeded with the action. It was horrible, to say the least. It was so bad that, had I not had children, I may have offed someone---possibly myself! However, those days are gone and the ex and I have managed to work quite well together for the past 14 years as "shared-parents." We're mature enough to know that conflict gets us nowhere...not to say there hasn't been conflict, but we never, ever let-on to the kids. They have done very well. However, there have been days that I honestly believe it would have been better for them to have just lived with ME full-time. I'm not on an ego-trip, I just know that I'm a really good mom. Dad has a tendency to not pay good attention to the details as a parent, which can easily be traced to many of the biggest troubles our kids have gotten into...

Back to the geocaching side of things...

I hunted and hiked for about 2.5 hours. It was a beautiful morning! Sunny. Cool breeze. Only about 75 degrees. Jim Dandy had a blast chasing rabbits and grasshoppers while I hunted. However, there was so much FPO (remember...poison oak...and what the "f" stands for? See earlier post) I couldn't get to 2 caches! I thought about it, really, really hard, knowing that I have 2 bottles of Tecnu in the car, so I can clean off FPO oils, but I just coudn't bring myself to do it! I haveFPO on my legs right now and I makes me absolutely INSANE! So, rather than be stupid enough to risk it, I decided these caches are better off being found in the Winter, when the FPO is dead.

I did manage to find some good caches, though. Fun, fun, fun...

Am I the ONLY one who hates fireworks?

Oh, my dogs do, too.

I live in an area with closet rednecks all around, just waiting for an excuse to "pull ou' 'em M-80s I gots whilst doin' time in WA." Even my husband is one of them! While we were in Arkansas and Missouri a few years back, he bought himself a butt-load of fireworks that are illegal in OR. He actually put them into a box and shipped them back home, with a note on the outside that said, "FISHING LURES." Good grief. What a redneck.

My 3 big dogs are panting, whining, roaming about the house. I'm irritated with them and with the continuous obnoxious noises outside. I'm sleepy, but unable to sleep. Cracks, bangs, and pips...

Ugh.

I hate things that go pop.

Oh, but I love big booms, like dynamite and other bombs. Yeah, things that destroy. That'd be OK.