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You Know You're A Geocacher When
your friend who got you into geocaching, gives you a roll of cammoed duct tape, and you jumping up & down with joy!
standing at a party, you spot the guys fake rock in his rock bed.
anyone ask you what you are doing you have the impulse to lie or make up something.
people surprise you, you try to act "natural"
your co-workers hate you because every time you take a pencil or stapler from their desks you leave a stupid toy car, pocket knife or battery.
when you buy a tin of mints or candy just for the tin and give the contents away to your kids so you can make a cache out of it.
planning your Christmas holidays home, you've already figured out that you can stop at least 3 cache sites on the way home from the airport.
You get the kids meal at BK or McDonald’s for the swag
You know your an ADDICT cacher when you get the sweats when your GPS and PDA are not in the car with you.
You use the names of area caches as landmarks when giving someone directions.
You realize you lost the papers for an important meeting and report to the boss that someone has "muggled my desk".
You say "Honey, I will be back in an hour or two, or three, or four."
wherever you go you have the gps, the laptop, and a portable printer.
you buy a 64 pack of AA batteries just for your gps.
you decide you hate buying the batteries and decide to get the car charger.
you say, "Honey, can you pull over here.", *5 min. later, "Honey, can you pull over here."
you hang a big painting of a geocache on your cubical.
..."Mom, could you please take us to school, first?"
..."Mom, could we go home now? It's half past eight and we are tired and hungry!"
..."Mom, just let us out of the car, ok? We'll walk!"
the shop owner of the 99-Cent-Store sends you a greeting card for Christmas.
You are at the grocery store and sign the check "busterbabes" instead of your real name.
When your kids ask you "where are the cornflakes, mom?" you reply "in a traditional in the kitchen"...
You take sick leave from work to be FIRST to a cache.
You can read encrypted hints as quickly as unencrypted.
You begin referring to your pets with the prefix "Geo".
Someone asks you where the photocopier is and you say, "25 feet
bearing 270".
You're looking at $1 dollar stores and garage sales with new interest
because they are a source of Geocache "treasure".
YOU CREATE YOUR OWN LIGHTED GEOHIKING STICK FOR
NIGHTCACHING.
You are the computer Geek with a tan.
You plan your entire vacation around Geocaching.
There might be a store right nearby to you, yet you go out of your way to go to another of that same store, just because you have unfound caches nearby
You come back from a business trip without finding any caches and consider it a wasted journey
You know which stores in your area have good offers on lock & lock boxes.
Your choice of food shopping is swayed by the type of container the products come in.
Half the phone numbers saved in your phone have caching names rather than real names next to them.
You think "Signal" is a good name for a pet.
Someone mentions what part of the country they come from and you think to yourself "That's somewhere in N51 W001"!
you consider using a birdhouse that you made a few years ago for an Eagle Project/Senior Project, have a real bird nest with fake eggs and a nano underneath
your keep a used wasps nest to use as a "cache"
you got a car travel bug to log the miles it's gone to every cache you go to
your most finds in one day is 10, 9 dnfs
your next most finds for one day is 9, 8 dnfs
and you've gone back for those 9 or 8 to find them
When you honestly consider choosing which islands you'll visit in the Pacific during your sail around the world based on which ones have good caching.
Or which ones need good caches.
When you see on the news that the authorities are searching for a body in nearby woods and you wonder if they'll find that cache that’s around there.
The day after you are discharged from the hospital for having pneumonia you are right out there again in the cold weather searching for caches... when you should be home resting.
when you get disappointed because the person you were watching in the parking lot was really looking for a parking spot and not a cache.
when you decide "that cache has sat there long enough" and spend 11 hours on the road and put 520 miles on the travel bug to get a FTF.
"don't leave home without it" means your GPSr.
you get laid-off from work but instead of looking for work you look for caches!
When your job tasks you with a driving task to another town many miles away and you are asked to suggest a co-driver.......
You choose a smoker!
Why you ask?
Because the vehicle is non-smoking and you are forced to stop at pull offs and rest stops so they can have a smoke.
Oh, and how coincidental, there's a Geocache at those stops.
When you pray you don't get pulled over by the cops because you don't want to try explaining all the electronic gear, the ammo can, the camo-covered items, and the pointy stick in the back seat of the car.
when out in the woods you see a bush shaking, and hear giggles and moaning, only to think "Dang! They beat me to GC3X4RT!"
you and the hubby decide you need to head to the grocery store to get stuff for dinner that evening, and you ask, "Well, could you get out the e-trex and download a couple of caches first? We don't want to waste a trip!"
You went out and bought a new purse, just for geocaching and hiking. Only you can justify it by not calling it a purse. "But honey, it's a nice rugged canvas messenger bag, with room for a water bottle and everything..
When asked what you would take with you to a desert island, you list your wallet, phone, camera, gpsr, and Swiss army knife.
You object when some 10 yr old Harry Potter fan calls you a muggle.
When fellow cube zombies at work start bringing in unused Tupperware containers and old key chains and useless junk for you to use as swag.
You head to the paint aisle at Wal-mart, only to be disappointed that they don't have any cans of camo-colored spray paint. You decide to go to the craft aisle to see if they have camouflage stencils.
you are also disappointed that your local scrapbook store doesn't have any geocaching themed embellishments to compliment your FTF photos. You ask if they can stock Groundspeak licensed items.
You hide a cache practically on your own doorstep hoping that local cachers will come by and say hi.
you honestly have no idea what way is north and yet you consistently function quite well as the navigator of caching trips.
you wish your boyfriend would manage to propose to you somehow using geocaching
The cashier at the crafts store knows you because you're always in looking for those tiny plastic Ziploc bags in the jewelry-making aisle...and you're a big, tough-looking guy.
All my refrigerator magnets are magnetic key holders.
When you can play "connect the dots" with the mosquito bites on your body, and spell out your gc.com user name AND the name of your favorite cache.
when all your pets have TB tags on their collars, and more than 20 of the local cachers have discovered them.
When you have more than 3 TB t-shirts.
When you have a TB sign for the back window of your cache-mobile, and a vanity plate # that matches the TB's number.
When you look around for a newbie to recruit for the game, in part to carry your 2nd backpack of swag.
When poison ivy plants recognize you, and either give up in disgust, or pull up their roots and walk over to greet you.
You know you're a geocacher when you look at your messy house and you think that it would make a good CITO event.
You are walking down the street and a neighbor has just cut down a tree and you think to ask him for a log to hollow out for a cache.
You have paid (or thought of paying) for a baby-sitter so that you can do some "serious" caching without the kids
When you look at the logs for a cache GC.com and see nothing but Maintenance Requests and DNFs for the last 6 months, but you go anyway because "Maybe I can find it."
When you log a DNF and the next day someone logs the FIND, and you remain depressed all day. Then you look for it again, DNF again, and then someone finds it the next day. Rinse and Repeat, happened to us, and we found it on our FIFTH try, the cache is 70 miles from home and up at 9,500 feet elevation.
When you find a difficult cache, you feel like you won the lottery!
You bought a vehicle that is BETTER than what you had, with Geocaching in mind
You take a Jeep Travel Bug skydiving because you've always wanted to go skydiving.
I had to take my wife to the hospital emergency room..and instead of waiting (we were told up to 3 hour wait) there with her my geodaughter and I went to look for a cache we knew was close by
You clean out your junk drawer and use the stuff for swag.
The cashier says "paper or plastic?" and you say "plastic" because you can use the bags for CITO.
Your kids' toys start to look more and more like swag every day.
You have dreams about caching and nightmares about DNF's.
You're fishing on a charter boat and wonder about placing a cache under water.
You're waiting for a new park to be opened so you can put a cache there.
You can't find something in a store and start walking in circles.
You see a phone number and think it looks like GPS coordinates.
You lose your Garmin and wonder what you'll do with all the free time.
You know all the poison ivy remedies and ways to remove ticks.
You chose your last pair of shoes with caching in mind.
You make waypoints for hollow trees just in case you might put a cache there some
You pick your dating spots by first checking how many caches are there within walking distance.
you know you're a geocacher when you aren't out caching - you're posting in the geocaching forums.
BORROWED FROM:
THE CACHE STATION
