Monday, November 16, 2009

How can you not love a place like Arizona?

I was driving down the road, looking for geocaches...what else. When I came across this sign. The irony is striking, and really really funny. At least to me. Before you consider the sign, think about the hundreds of animals...small ones...maybe even cats...that cross this busy desert road! (Make sure you see the white paint on the road)

Arizona was made for geocaching!

Tell me Arizona isn't made for Geocachers!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Ahhhh... or Geocaching, it's what I do!

I was sitting in my office minding my own business. Reading a contract for a new athletics project. Pondering the conditions of lump sum agreements with guaranteed maximum prices. Contimplating steel order times and making sure the Letter of Intent for bleacher orders is in place so football can happen less than a year from now...and then I looked up. Ahhhh!!! There they were. Four of them in blaze orange, GPSr in hand photographing and writing down tracking numbers from coins in my window. What would you do if you were me? So I did the only thing I know how. I snapped a photo, put a funny caption on it and posted it on my cache site...and then on my blog.
PS-They said they were from Rhode Island and were heading for the Dinosaur...wish I was with them!


You know, Achmed the Dead Terrorist. Well, actually the photo is AchDEAD the non-terrorist. It's hard to make out, but the foam skull is crushed and now laying in state while we figure out how to ease the tears of an 8-year old. You may ask, "why is it that an 8-yr old knows who Achmed the dead terrorist is..." I don't have a good answer for that so let's just move on! Anyway, we don't approve of terrorists in this house, so my youngest simply decided that her new friend was Achdead the not a terrorist. A C H Phlem DEAD! (If you don't get it so far, just youtube Achmed...if you don't get the youtube reference ask an 8 year old).
I'll admit, it was my idea to have Achdead laid in state. I figured after playing outside for an hour she'd simply forget. Immagine my surprise coming home to a fancy box on the dining room table. "What's this," I said? There in a pirates chest... She gets it from her mothers side!