I think what I hate most about blogging is that as soon as I finally get around to blogging about something, it is old news and everyone else keeps posting new blogs daily. A blog a week is really really good for me but even with my 1 blog/week I am still always near the bottom of everyone's blogger's list (thanks mom for keeping me from being at the very bottom. Your sacrifices are never ending.). Most people will blog about whatever happens during their day and it is not usually exciting but I am always very entertained reading it. So I will try to blog about my day and I am sure you will all be very entertained.
Today Morgan and I took Teddy and Wini geocaching. (For those of you who don't know what geocaching is, it is when someone hides a little box of treasures* using gps coordinates and posts it on the internet. Then you can go find the "treasure box", take something out of it and then leave something behind for the next person) I absolutely HATE geocaching but Morgan, Teddy and Wini love it. Teddy and Wini think they are searching for treasures that pirates left behind and Morgan likes to collect the traveling coins that are in some of them. Ususally when we go it involves four wheeling-which I HATE, hiking-which I HATE, and then we only find the geocache maybe half the time. Today was another flanktastic adventure. Morgan first tricked me into going by telling me he had to go into Boise to pick up his pay check. He invited me to go along and since I only had about 10 loads of laundry, 3 messy bathrooms, floors that needed to mopped and vaccumed, toys that needed to be picked and 5 beds that needed to be made, I decided I could take the day off and go along for the ride. As soon as we pulled out of the drive way, he pulled the geocaches that he had sneakily printed off. I told him I didn't want to do it but since Teddy and Wini already heard him, I was out numbered. The first cache was out in the country. Morgan and I had our usual fight about how he loves the georgous scenery with it's dried out weeds and broken down cars and hopefully someday we can live there and me having to disagree. We finally got to the first cache and it is rocky and on the edge of a very scary cliff. Morgan is wandering around looking for it while I am trying to keep both kids at my flank and stumbling around the rocks in my very unstable and unsupportive sandals. We finally found the treasure and Teddy got a dirty old broken compass, and Wini got a tiny dirty plastic frog. Now on to our next destination. This one was in the same general area but instead of walking around a rocky cliff, you had to actually climb up the cliffs, holding tightly to the rocks. Morgan says, "Oh you and the kids can just wait here in the car and I will go up, find the box, and bring it back down to you gize." Of course I agreed, I was going to climb the rocks with my kids at my flank, just to get a plastic toy. So the kids and I sat in the car. And we sat. And we sat. Thirty minutes later, Morgan shows back up with no box. Typical but at least I didn't have to hike around looking for it. I just had to sit in a hot car with two very bored kids who nothing to play with except a dirty old broken compass and a tiny dirty plastic frog. After that adventure, we had to head home to get kids off of buses. The whole adventure was flankishly annoying and hopefully it will be at least another week before I am tricked into it again. But at least we got a dirty old broken compass and a tiny dirty plastic frog out of the deal.
*Pieces of crap and old toys people found while cleaning out their cars.
12 comments:
If Morgan is going to trick you like that, the least he could do is put in some sensible shoes for you to wear.
You may think this to be mundane, everyday stuff but I have never been geocaching... I loved reading about it without having to endure it, you know?
What did gize leave behind for the next flankin' geocachers?
If it was something out of her car, my guess is that it was some cold fries and chicken nuggets.
Hmm. I still don't understand what geocaching is. I can't even pronounce it. But I can totally picture Wini and Teddy at your flanks.
So, do you read my blog? Is it too mundane? Do I post too often? I notice you rarely comment, but no problem, I got your flank.
Did I count you using the word "flank" 3 times in that post? Way to go!
I found your story very interesting BTW.
She comments on yours more than our mom comments on mine. I mean it's totally fine, she does have 6 kids. I get that she would rather comment on all the others. I do throw the least amount of hissy fits. I am the easiest one for her to ignore. I bet I'm not really hers. I look misteriously nothing like the rest of you gize. I think I will call my therapist tomorrow. Or maybe I should call an analyst. Isn't there anyone aound that does both? Jenny, I think I need some of your pills.
Don't think I don't notice how ya'll are spelling "gize". I know it's just your way of takin jabs at me. But frankly I think it's funny.
Not taking jabs at you Amanda. If you haven't noticed, we kinda like re-using funny/interesting tidbits. Run them into the ground, even.
Flanks.
And btw Sara, my BIL used to geocache ALL the time and I thought it was super cool. But he never got anything as cool as a dirty old broken compass and plastic frog.
(with a yawn) Sara definately keep it to once a week, Thanks.
well, i think geocaching is really fun. we don't go very often tho, because we are in a tiny town, with only 40 caches. we can't drive anywhere to find new ones when the ones by our house are all found. be grateful you can get out and go when you feel like it. =)
loved your post, btw. it made me smile this morning.
ps: lila hates geocaching too, and they have found over 1500 caches
You need to post more often--this was good stuff!
You are a good writer. You make me laugh. and I would be furious if someone ever introduced this lame activity to Braxton. the country? hiking? dirty toys? gay
ok i love geocaching most of the time it depends on steves mood...my foot is really really tingly like a million billion needles in it right now....i love reading your posts sorry that it took till now for me to start figuring out how to actually comment, id also like to take this quick opportunity to take some credit for that lovely picture on the opening page where your leg is mangled up...it is my arm that is in your flank perfectly intact holding your leg out of harms way while they are drugging you up real quick! sorry your husband didnt think to get you some comfy shoes but really he thought it best for you to sit in the van so you wouldnt break any more bones. hmm ...but my kids really do like caching they think that sometime they will see a really real pirate im not sure if they are scared or excited about that
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