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Friday, April 13, 2012

A Moratorium, Of Sorts

Often in relationships, as in other areas of life, we need to do things which we are opposed to.  We don't live in the 1800's, where the woman stayed at home to tend to the family and home, while the man went out to work, then expected a hot meal, a clean house and silent children.  Today's society welcomes, and at times almost demands, a two-income household, parents who "pass the baton" at the door, and a family while often needs to find time to make time to be a family-together.  One of the major ways of  "making it all work" is compromise.  She'll do the dishes while you run the kids to soccer.  I'll go shopping so you can sleep.  Cutting the grass can wait, let's all go to the park.  It's not always an "I want, you want" environment we live in, but rather one of "we want" or more importantly "we need."

Back in January I wrote a blog post titled "A Geocaching Confession"  I talked about how a poor decision, on my part, nearly ruined a summer trip for my family and I.  I attempted climbing a tree to grab a stage of a multi-cache, and sprained my ankle in the process.  In retrospect, it wasn't a big deal.  I was off crutches in a few days, and was able to enjoy our vacation, albeit with a slight limp.  She still doesn't know the truth of what happened that day, nor will she.  She needs to know what she needs to know-I went hiking, and came out of the woods barely able to walk.  She doesn't "dig" the who Geocaching bit.  I took her out a few times, but it wasn't her thing.  That doesn't bother me.  It's comparable to how I, conveniently, need to do work around the house when Toddlers and Tiaras or Dance Moms comes on.  We have an understanding.

Yep.


During the winter, we agreed on the venue for our wedding-Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.  We decided it would be nice to return to Myrtle Beach and get married right on the beach.  (OK, technically it will be on Springmaid Beach, since weddings are prohibited on public beaches in Myrtle Beach).  We booked the date, July 2nd, and put the deposit down on our resort.  With smiles on our faces, we reaffirmed to each other how happy we were to have the date finally set.  It was in that moment when, with her own special charm, she said these loving words...

"Don't plan on going hiking anytime before the wedding.  You know what happened the last time we went to Myrtle Beach!"

No cache for you-three months!

Darn it, I hate it when she does that!  She has a knack of bringing upon me those situations where she's probably right, but I just don't like to admit it.  I only plan on getting married once, and I'd prefer to not be in a cast of some sort, or be on crutches, in a wheelchair, or anything of the like.  Granted, I can't guarantee that won't happen.  For all I know, I can fall down the stairs, or trip over my own two feet out in the backyard, and manage to obtain some type of injury.  What I do know is I can improve my odds by not engaging in risky physical activities, such as climbing a tree for a bison tube, or going into a mine to look for a pink smiley.  (Smithie found it!)


I can't figure out why my fiancé won't go caching with me.



[As a side note- if you never seen it, watch the movie Along Came Polly sometime.  In the movie, Ben Stiller's character, Reuben Feffer, plays a life insurance claims adjuster.  He carries his work over into his personal life, assessing risks anywhere and everywhere, such as the amount of germs in a peanut bowl at the bar.  At  times I feel I channel Reuben.  Ask my fiancé.   She says I over-analyze everything.  She's probably right.]

"You're sweating pretty profusely"


So, it saddens me to say I've put a self-imposed (via the fiancé) moratorium on hiking, and most caching until after the wedding.  For me, it's lampposts and guardrails for the next twelve weeks.  Am I sad?  No.  I am elbow-deep in wedding/vacation planning at the moment, as well as studying for a networking certification for work.  Besides, I'll still be out there caching, and as such, will have plenty of stories to write about for my weekly posts here at cachecrazy.com.  Heck, I even had an FTF the other day.  One thing is for sure, though.  When vacation is over, to borrow the words of the great Tom Grace, "IT'S ON LIKE DONKEY KONG!"

6 comments:

BLOODHOUNDED said...

OK,OK, now I understand your hesitation to join us on The Trilogy Of Terror Tour. What's the worst that could happen, a few broken bones? That's seven weeks away man! By then it's cast off and good as new....no, OK, I understand!
Great post!

Dave DeBaeremaeker said...

You do have 7 weeks.. whats the worst that can happen?

Oh, I have a story about that. So in August 2009 my wife was 7 months pregnant with my first son. I went to a White Water Adventure Center near Charlotte NC as part of a work offsite. Long story short, I sprained my ankle rather badly and ended up in the ER, and on crutches for the next few weeks. Once I could hobble enough to get around I decided to fix my back fence. My wife decided to help (I said no, she insisted) - another long story short - we both ended up with bad cases of Poison Ivy. I could take meds to help it, but my wife, being 8 months pregnant now, could not. So she gave birth with the worst case of PI I've ever seen from her belly to her toes (woman is a trooper).

Fast forward 2.5 years (and one week ago). My wife is 8 months pregnant with our second child. I go on a work offsite - this time to a shooting range (what could possibly happen when shooting guns?). Someone brought a .50 cal sniper rifle. Awesome! Always wanted to shoot one of those! Long story short, 2 hours later Yours Truly (a self-professed gun newb) am in the ER with a 3 inch gash right above my right eye that looks suspiciously like the rim of the sniper scope...

... my wife refuses to help me in the garden this year, and I can't figure out why :)

Debbie DeBaeremaeker said...

Dave- if you measure that gash its about 1.5 inches :)

BigAl said...

Now come on, for the man that cut is at least 3 inches if not 4 and 1/2. Has he caught any fish lately? Just kidding. I'm glad he is okay. Great post. And stay out of trouble will you Dave.

BLOODHOUNDED said...

This is just a great feel good post that even though you know you'll be looking to the mountains you'll stay grounded and you'll like it. That's married life for ya.
And, I wouldn't have it any other way!LOL!

Kim@Snug Harbor said...

I think you should make your wedding an "Event" cache! :-)

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