July 14, 2007

• WILD AND CRAZY WEEK

  It has been an incredibly fun and exhausting week. I didn’t do the fireworks tonight, instead pawning the big kids off on Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt D. Right now I am lamenting the missed photo opportunity, but my head hurts.

  I’m a little behind blogging on the crazy adventures we’ve had, but I have finally gotten a couple of loads of laundry done and that has to count for something… (I can hear the collective sighs of relief that there will be no naked Ang running around…)

  OK… GIANT PILE OF POOP!   We were caching in the Hoosier Valley, an area East of Traverse City, and way out in the woods. Caching with four children, two of them, “The Threes’” my sister calls them, although Coop has yet to reach that dignified number., often have to be picked up over things or unstuck from sticks. The kids and I were walking in an area my SISTER had directed us too… there was a strange looking mound of grass and pine needles… my sister told the kids to wait for me to cross over it. Did they listen? Of course not.

  Isabelle and Charlie went over, sinking slightly and the babies followed. Me close behind trying to lift them over when at exactly the same time, Isabelle said “Something smells like poop.”  my feet sank into the huge pile of SHIT… excuse my language, that someone had dumped on the side of the road in the only clear path to get into the woods.  I believe I was yelling ”OH GROSS! DISGUSTING! GET ME OUT!!” or it may have just been continuous gagging and guttural noises, all I know is that I planted one foot firmly back on the ground without a flip flop on it. Said flip flop was stuck in the pile… I was stunned standing there my feet covered in the most disgusting,  foul, gross, stuff ever.

  Now… I have grown up around farms, and I love to garden, so manure is not something I find offensive, and the smell of a freshly doused field, I am well familiar with and don’t mind in passing, but I have never wanted to wade through it or coat my feet in it. I remember screaming at my sister as she continued to laugh and giggle at my horrified face and utter disgust… “THAT”S IT!!!! I’M TAKING THE DAMN BOOTS!!!” As she stood there in hers, laughing and trying to convince me she really wasn’t laughing at me but with me… oh NO… she was laughing at me.

  So luckily, as always, my sister was prepared and after rinsing in a mud puddle and wiping myself down with paper towels and baby wipes, flip flops stored in a plastic bag and windows rolled down, we headed to the river where I washed my flip flops and off we went. After she had gotten the geocache of course.

  When I got home I immediately took a shower and scalded my flip flops in hot soapy water, just to make myself feel better.

  I will feel absolutely no guilt now when she comes home after her trip next weekend and I have absconded with the boots.

  I find also that since I am taking more and more pictures there are a lot of place having boots like that will come in handy.

  One VERY nice thing about my Little Sis (one of many) is she has no problem stopping for me when I ask her to so I can take pictures… It has been very cool. Here are two more barns we discovered while on the way to her geocaches.

  

  This one we spotted just after the incident above…

  I photographed it barefoot.

  

  There is a round barn on Red School road that I like to photograph. 

  They are currently replacing part of the roof on it.

  I asked D if we could check the progress.

  We discovered it was a part of a cache that led us to this barn.

  Another round one I had no idea was there.

  Hope all is well with you guys.

  I have now blogged my gross disgusting experience and I will push it to the back of my mind.

  Next time I will have some very cool boots. :-b

  Ang

   

   

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