I almost got hit by a car today. Twice. A guy started pulling into my lane without looking, I layed on my horn and he stopped inches from my car. He pulled back to his lane, waved me forward and apologized.

The second incident occured while I was walking home tonight. I was wearing a very-white shirt, on a crosswalk, in a lit area. I thought he was just taking his time stopping. He wasn't. The guy was turning right on red, so thankfully, he was just rolling across the crosswalk. He didn't stop till I said HI! I was literally TOUCHING his car when he finally stopped! He was soooooo freaked out.

After my heart started back up both times, it was sorta funny. Both guys had that "deer in the headlights" look. Good stuff.

Moral of the story? Never ever leave your house.

Chuck Norris is AWESOME!

Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.

Chuck Norris sold his soul to the devil for his rugged good looks and unparalleled martial arts ability. Shortly after the transaction was finalized, Chuck roundhouse kicked the devil in the face and took his soul back. The devil, who appreciates irony, couldn't stay mad and admitted he should have seen it coming. They now play poker every second Wednesday of the month.

Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants.

If you ask Chuck Norris what time it is, he always says, "Two seconds till." After you ask, "Two seconds to what?" he roundhouse kicks you in the face.

Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

There is no chin behind Chuck Norris' beard. There is only another fist.

Chuck Norris has never blinked in his entire life. Never.

Chuck Norris once shot an enemy plane down with his finger, by yelling, "Bang!"

Chuck Norris does not use spell check. If he happens to misspell a word, Oxford will simply change the actual spelling of it.

JUST A FEW GOOD ONES!

I think geese pee standing on one leg.

I learned that this "weekend".

I went camping at Flatiron Reservoir on the outskirts of Loveland Monday night. It was nice! It's a small reservoir and boats aren't allowed, but there were LOTS of fishermen there. Some nice folks too. Some grandparents had their granddaughters and they lent me some cooking oil. Another guy had a cute golden retriever and he was chatting up some other fisherfolk. The guy behind me, across the road is a snorer. And the GEESE! I've been camping and had deer take over the site. You go camping in the Badlands and the buffalo come into the campsites, but I've never had a goose issue before:) A couple were hissing at me because I wouldn't give them my breakfast. (I did give them my leftover rice from dinner though. Sshhh. Don't tell the rangers.)

And yes, I went camping alone. I even bought pepper spray before I went out. I love to go, but I don't know if I will anymore. WHAT?! says my captive audience. I have an overactive imagination at night and I startle WAY to easily. It was probably just the geese walking around eating, but I thought I was hearing footsteps outside my tent. And some guy came right up to my tent and did this weird, screamy, aargh thing. I think... I'm not entirely certain what happened last night. Similar situations have happened EVERY time I've gone out on my own. I need to bring people next time.

One more quick thing. Plastic bags and boiling water don't mix. I had a camping recipe for "Baggy Omelets" that sounded really good. Maybe my bags were too cheap, but part of it broke open (duh) and the parts touching the pot burned (obviously). But it worked out for the most part!

Peace out!

When you think of me caching you should think of Wonder Woman. Except, maybe without the lasso or the invisible jet. You should probably take away atleast one of her bullet proof cuffs and the other is pretty chipped and broken. But I definitely have the magic tiara!

On July 4th, I wanted to go bike-geocaching along the Poudre River Trail. There were three caches to find and one was a multi-cache (5 stages!). So I got all the coordinates, got lots of water, a granola bar, bike pump, odometer/speedometer (just b/c it's fun to see how fast I can go!), bathed in some sunscreen, got the bike carrier on the car, got the bike on the carrier on the car...I was loaded up and ready to go!

After unloading my bike, getting the bag on the bike and putting on more sunscreen, I was ready to hit the trail and do treasure huntin'. First coordinate? Yeah. I gots the coordinates, but gots no GPS. Holla!

I didn't even look for the caches. That would've been a total of 7 coordinates! Granted, the clues for the multi were really clever, but there were way too many options. Which bench is it under, which grove of trees do I search, how do I get through an electrical fence...

The trail was awesome all the same. I haven't been out there for some time now. My sis has had my bike since April. I get to "borrow" it with advanced notice. I went back to the trail the next day, with GPS in hand. Found ALL the caches and had a GREAT time with my first bike-geocache.

So you're wondering about the whole Wonder Woman tie-in? Just that a previous post boasted my amazing, nay, super-hero-like ability to find hidden treasure without a map or compass. I'm not as super a super-hero, or as good a cacher without a GPS as I'd like to think.

I bet I'd look good in red boots though...
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