Cat & Bobby

Just perhaps he is looking for the unfound TECO puzzle cache

Please don't be offened, it's just a joke. (and don't check coords) The Republican Fisherman: A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him; an hour ago, but I don't know where I am." The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, "You're in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above ground elevation of 2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 32 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 116 degrees 49.09 minutes west longitude." She rolled her eyes and said, "You must be a Republican." "I am," replied the man. "How did you know?" "Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with your information, and I'm still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help to me." The man smiled and responded, "You must be a Democrat." "I am," replied the balloonist. "How did you know?" "Well," said the man, "You don't know where you are or where you're going. You've risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise that you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but, somehow, now it's my fault."

Congrats Vern. On May 11th, I'll be in the same boat. 35 years married to same woman and I don't know how mine puts up with me either. I quess you and I are just lucky fellows. OK, June 16 for us too, seems like 1973 was a good year.

double post, sorry

In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, an elderly grandmother, to the stand. He approached her and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know me?" She responded, "Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a young boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you never will amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you." The lawyer was stunned! Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?" She again replied, "Why, yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him." The defense attorney almost died. The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said, "If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you to the electric chair."

Know the spot very well, had to wait there about 20 minutes to identify some scary noises coming from the southern part of that canyon (before it connects to Spring canyon). Never did get a real clear view, but it was blonde in color and stalking on all fours (no comments about the ladies now Harmon), could have been the rumored MTRP big cat.

Congratulations to J&J on 7K and Lulu499 (or is it Lulu1,000 now) on reaching the new milestones. We would ask for eveyone to wait until we catch-up, but it doesn't look like either of you is slowing down.

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in Heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. “Welcome to Heaven,” says St. Peter. “Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.” “No problem, just let me in,” says the man.“Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in Hell and one in Heaven; then you can choose where to spend eternity.” “Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in Heaven,” says the senator. “I’m sorry, but we have our rules.” And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises… The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on Heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him. “Now it’s time to visit Heaven.” So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns. “Well, then, you’ve spent a day in Hell and another in Heaven; now choose your eternity.” The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: “Well, I would never have said it before, I mean Heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in Hell.” So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to Hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage and a horrible fire consuming everything. Everyone is crying out in pain; the suffering is horrible. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. All the time there is hideous screaming and cursing. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. “I don’t understand,” stammers the senator. “Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and fire and torture… and my friends look miserable. What happened?” The devil looks at him, smiles and says, “Yesterday we were campaigning… today you voted.”

Awesome numbers you guys, and we're sure you have about 80 more you have not logged yet just to mess with John. CONGRATS !!

I will try to attend as well and have some experience with the topic.

Part of a budget proposal by the Governator. Most of the time this sort of thing is political posturing and I suspect he will draw the connection between these threatened closures and the need to pass the ballot measures to increase indian gaming revenues to the State.

Jodi: If you need a support crew or a ride over to the offices of PETA (the real one, not the People for Eating Tasty Animals) we are sure thier national offices will want to pick up this challenge. I think even the Navy would take notice of several hundred blue-haired picketers outside the Fallon gates. We think maybe John didn't think his plan all the way through, and elevating this to national level will cause him to reconsider. At this point we would suggest you not accept a simple appology and release of Thumper, but consider the longterm care and emotional treatment he is going to have to go through (Thumper, John is already too far gone for treatment); with that we would suggest a new companion for Thumper is intirely appropriate (along with his own GC tag and atleast a few finds). We will keep watching this for further infractions Cat & Bobby

Thanks Paul. I sent an email and opened discussion with the DCAO's office and introduced Tom. Chandra Wallar (Deputy Chief Administrative Officer) has already responded and directed staff to look into it. Hopefully with Tom's help and help from GC this can get resolved. Cat & Bobby

As the former Land Use Manager for the County, I had several occasions to discuss geocaching with Rene Bahl (Director of County Parks) and her boss Chandra Wallar (Deputy Chief Administrative Officer). Both indicated they liked the idea and thought it would increase the number of park visitors, and increase some use fees (parking, camping, etc). It sounds like this may be a mid-level staff person making a decision on thier own. I would suggest contacts higher up within the County Government.

We would agree with much of the advice above, and would boil it down to "caches that make a memory". By that we mean will you remember going after this cache. Some of our foundest memories don't involve the locale, but do involve an unusual placement (upside down in a tree, under a drainage manhole) or inspiring camo (rusty tin can litter, red magnetic tube on fire aparatus). As you start to place a cache, ask yourself, what experience will cacher have finding this? If it is frustration, anger, despair, etc, you might want to mention that in the description (so some can avoid it).

And an amazing 2,990 of those were walking in sandals, she makes the rest of us look like real wimps. Congrats on reaching such a huge milestone.

The plot thickens! Like I said, he wasn't wearing underwear. And in his defense, he didn't know that was his brothers horse

Been that way a couple of times in the truck,but never pulling the trailer, I'll see if Cat is willing to let me try, otherwise we will go the S2 route and try to get out there around noon.

John: We are nearby in Lemon Grove if Jodi needs a safe place of anything, please let her know. Thanks guys, I'll let her know. The KUSI news also streams online at http://www.kusi.com/home/10707916.html?video=pop&t=a

John: We are nearby in Lemon Grove if Jodi needs a safe place of anything, please let her know.

After long research we have finally found the judges report of your chili. By the depth of deceptions used we can only surmise this was a cover-up from last year’s cook-off, but we leave it to you to come to your own conclusion. CHILI # 10 – Dr Exotic's Black Magic Chili Judge # 1 -- This is by far the most exciting and best all-around chili, but the maker seems like the type that if we turn him down this year, he will come back with an even better entry next year, so I vote we quietly ignore this entry and keep this guy waiting. Judge # 2 -- An obviously great chili, but I have concerns that if this guys wins the cook-off and then goes on to win the poker run and most of the raffle prizes, he will want us to rename the event to the Dr. Exotic campout. For the sake of SD Geocaching I submit that this entry must be disqualified. Judge # 3 - After I awoke at the Brawley hospital, they gave me just a taste of this chili, and I was healed. This chili is far too good for mere mortals, so I have sent a sample along to the Trilateral Commission and they have requested we suppress this entry from the public, as a loyal Americans it is our patriotic duty to conceal how good the chili really is. Oh, and I'm ready for more beer now.

Saw this critter while caching in florida at the Spring Creek Pond cache. Before it swam off we walked within 10 feet, saw a lot of these previously endangered critters, sure was different than San Diego.

To help those preparing for this years chili cook-off, we thought it would help to have the judges’ notes from last year so you can fine tune this year’s entry. These are uncensored to avoid claims that information was withheld. CHILI # 1 – Team Geogeek’s MANIAC MONSTER CHILI Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick. Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild. Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy crap, what the hell is this stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These Geocachers are crazy. CHILI # 2 - Flintstones AFTERBURNER CHILI Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang. Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken seriously. Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face. CHILI # 3 – Cat & Bobby’s FAMOUS BURN DOWN THE BARN CHILI Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick. Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers. Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. I'm getting sh*t-faced from all of the beer. CHILI # 4 – Team Adelo’s BLACK MAGIC Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing. Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a chili. Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beer lady, was standing behind me with fresh refills. This 300 lb. woman is starting to look HOT ... CHILI # 5 – Team Reid’s LEGAL LIP REMOVER Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive. Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement. Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted, and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really ticks me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw them. CHILI # 6 – Princess Toadstool’s VERY VEGETARIAN VARIETY Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers. Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, garlic. Superb. Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I messed on myself when I farted, and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone. CHILI # 7 – TT’s SCREAMING SENSATION CHILI Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers. Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment! **I should take note that I am worried about judge number 3. He appears to be a bit of distress as he is cursing uncontrollably. Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing. It's too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach. CHILI # 8 – BIG TOM'S TOENAIL CURLING CHILI Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence. Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor feller, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili? Judge # 3 - No Report

At the event tonight, Cat heard several rumors about the subject of her painting. I can tell you it is not a painting of unbunched socks, nor is it Fatboy in a thong, she thought another subject might have wider appeal for something the winner will most likely hang on thier wall. M2's painting idea is very good, but still not the one she selected.

Good guess, but not the actual subject. I don't recall ever hearing that this subject was caught by the USP (Unbunched Socks Police)