Geocaching

Today Jim and I set out to the lakeshore to do a couple of geocaches. Last weekend I went along with him and the boys and did some locally. At one of the ones last weekend we took a travel bug coin and decided to take it to visit Lake Michigan.

For those that aren't familiar with travel bugs here is some info: Travel Bug FAQs

At our first stop we found the area where the cache was hidden but there were a few people fishing so we decided to go to the next one and then come back.

While at the first one we did see a swan in her nest and then a few feet away the other swan was hanging out:





The area where this first cache was:



The second cache in the area we found out was in Pere Marquette State Park which is right on Lake Michigan. It was nice to walk through the sand and while I found the area this cache was, Jim was the one to find where it was hidden.





Me with the GPS

And some extra's, this is Pere Marquette State Park on Lake Michigan

Excerpts from the dog and cat diaries

I've seen this before but it seems fitting given the weekend episode with the lack of cat food :)

Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling
objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my
strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an
attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.

Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I
was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am
certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

I'm getting old!

After work tonight I stopped to get my eyebrows tidied up (gotta love waxing!) and I went to the place I get my nails done, cheaper than where I get my hair done plus it's in the same strip mall as the tanning parlor.

I get in there and the girl asks if I wanted to wax my upper lip too. :::blink::: Excuse me? I was like, do I need it? She said well you could a little and there is a small black hair starting.

Wait a second. I don't have black hair, I'm blonde. I kinda got upset and said well yeah just fix it! Make it go away! Is this what happens when you get older? I know I have a birthday coming up but seriously.

Anyhow, I got my eyebrows done and my upper lip done. I didn't even know I needed it but I'll add it to the routine I guess, though now I'll be inspecting that area constantly to see if it grows back.

For now I'm telling myself that black hair was a cat hair. Abbie has black fur. Not too far of a stretch.