Thinking of you - Summer

We hosted our first GeoCaching Event

We hosted our first Geocaching event on St. Patrick's Day.  We had a great turn-out and wonderful weather.  We posted 16 new caches that day to be found by our guests and find they did.  We were out hunting for some ourselves when we came to a few men who were cache hunting. 

As this was one of ours and it was confirmed missing, we replaced the cache and the guys got to sign it. A few of the Log notes read:

Cacher 1: This must be missing. I wish the cache owners were around!!

Us:After the event, we went to do Dad's caches and happened upon ............hmmm who are these folks? (see photo please) These fine gentlemen were cache hunting when we drove up while on our way to another cache location. Confirmed the container was indeed missing. It was replaced - even before Paul sent the note, he just wanted to use his IPhone App- group effort. Thanks gentlemen, cache replaced and hat that was left at the Event was returned. Wahooo that's a good day.

Cacher 1: Say what you want, it's hard to beat road side assistance when you say a cache needs maintenace. Service with a smile! Nice to see you after your awesome event today. Thanks for another smiley and another reason to smile :)

At another Cache we found:

Log note:

Here we discovered some animal bones (ahh B. was in her glory -Forensic Anthropology and Archaeology are where she's bound). 

We have met 'Cachers' from Moncton, St. John, Fredericton, Nova Scotia, Riverview, Dieppe and St. Martins, Quispamsis, Hampton, Newfoundland and others.  Addtionally, my Dad, Brother and at least 1 Uncle all 'play'. There are 3 generations of Cachers in our family and many other families do it too.    What a sport! 

Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, 'Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman.'

'Oh yeah?' said Charlie, 'And how did this one end?'

'When it was over,' Mike replied, 'She came to me on her hands and knees.'

'Really,' said Charles, 'Now that's a switch! What did she say?'

She said, 'Come out from under the bed, you little chicken.'

Patton staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Kathleen.

He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.

Managing not to yell, Patton sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.

He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.

In the morning, Patton woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Kathleen staring at him from across the room.

She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?'


Patton said, 'Why you say such a mean thing?'

'Well,' Kathleen said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly ....... it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.

Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, 'Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman.'

'Oh yeah?' said Charlie, 'And how did this one end?'

'When it was over,' Mike replied, 'She came to me on her hands and knees.'

'Really,' said Charles, 'Now that's a switch! What did she say?'

She said, 'Come out from under the bed, you little chicken.'

University Visit and overnight stay

Well, Black Rose had her University Tour and we made it a 2 day trip with an overnight stay in Abbey Glen Riverfront B&B.   You know me and doors.  Take note of the ceilings too.  The left leads to a bathroom and the right is the opposite end of the hall leading back to the stairway.

A couple of the rooms - some have 2 twin beds.

Our Hostess was a DOLL!  We will be back.

 Abbey Glenn Riverfront B&B

Circa 1790 Historical Georgian house

Note the floors!  

Gallagher opened the morning newspaper and was dumb founded to read in the obituary column that he had died. He quickly phoned his best friend, Finney.

'Did you see the paper?' asked Gallagher. 'They say I died!!'

'Yes, I saw it!' replied Finney. 'Where are ye callin' from?'

Please visit her Blog at the below address as this page is intended to introduce her as I mention her often within my Blog.

http://blackrosecreationsnb.blogspot.com/

**Special thanks to Gwen for allowing me to use a photo that she took on 'our beach'.**

Sincerely, 'Black Rose'

Sleep? It's over-rated anyway.

I couldn't sleep so I was (surprise) Geocaching, well I was figuring out a cryptogram puzzle which would lead me to a cache. Seems I can't sleep a lot lately, my mind 'runs'. Boy do I wish this body would/could run like my mind does. Is it age? Work? University costs? Or just, thoughts? Maybe, maybe not. Personally I think it's a result of working shift-work and overnight shifts for so many years. This old body doesn't know where the day begins and where it ends.

At times I think I should get up and write these thoughts down to help me remember. Sometimes, at 4 in the morning, they seem like a good idea. But then it's winter so it's a bit chilly in the house. Mehhh.

Then I get thinking how unfair it seems that hubby can just lie his head down and 'zonk' starts to snore like a freight train. GRRR, why can't I do that? Well, at least fall asleep that quickly? Eh? How come? Answer - because oh I don't know, I'm thinking (pardon the pun).

While on thoughts - here's one:

Your future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show.