You might get something out of this site if:
You think an awesome experience is something everyone else always has
You think adventure is looking at the ladies dainties in the Sears Catalog :)
You've got more cousins than Carters' got little pills
You find people are always telling you that you're definitely the most interesting person they've ever met
You don't like high stress jobs. Like when your husband tells you that you've got to the mow the lawn TWICE this year.
Just wait until you discover what living life on the road is really like.
--The Great Kiva
There are lots of buttons and links here, some might go somewhere, most probably don't. Even I, smart as I am :) ain't got'em all figured out yet. But like some feller said, "It ain't the destination, it's how many times you got to repair the brakes during the journey, otherwise you might not be able to stop when you get to where you didn't know you were going."
Don't worry about what this website costs. You get the RV Dreamers bug you'll learn right quick you'll need to keep every penny you got. :) But if your a real smart feller and come up with a way of gettin' people to send you money so you can live it up, keep it to yourself. Cause if someone else does it, it might chip away at your good fortune.
Oh, one last thing, if you just got to support something, Support Our Troops, they're keeping our country safe so we can live this life.
This website is dedicated to my grandpap who always said, "Boy, you got a knack for doing the dumbest things." And how could I forget my city feller cousin (the one whose name I never learned) and his cute wife :):), who gave Nilda and me the RV Dreamers bug when they told us about the Great Kiva on the day they got lost.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
A Buzzin' and a Hoppin'
That city feller was a tellin’ his wife, “Don’t worry Sweetkins, I know exactly what he is talking about.” Which if he did, made him even dumber than Dumb was. All this conversating came to an abrupt end, according to that story telling feller, when the city fellers lady lets out the biggest whoopiedo heard in them parts since that gator bit Donnie Lee Donaldson in his exposed part when he was taken a dump over the Sea Scorpion Channel a few years back.
According to this dockside feller, the lady was a dancing a round, a hollerin’ like blue blazes, and a waving’ her hands in the air like some flapjack flipper that sat on the wrong spot. She’s a batting at her head, a whackin’ one side and then the other, causin’ people to congregate along the dock to see the show.
All this time that city feller is all tangled up in the bimininminnimi poles, having loosed the wrong one when she let out her first screech. Finally she whips off that sun hat she was a wearing, and everybody can see some poor little bee come a buzzin’ out, lookin’ more skarit than a chicken in pillow factory. Just cause that bee was gone didn’t mean nuthin’ to that lady, and she just a kept on a hollerin’.
Finally her city feller husband gits hisself untangled from that cover thing he’d been a fightin’ with, and grabs ahold of her. She’s got body parts a heavin’ worse than them women in them romantic books my cousin Donnie Earl is always a tellin' me city women is reading, and she doesn’t want to have anything to do with him. A hollerin’ “Just go away, go away.” Then she sits down and begins a bawling worse than Becky Sue Billingsley’s triplets would whenever when Becky Sue would forget to feed them, which was quite regular, what with her carrying on with every travelin’ salesman that come through town.
The folks along the dock was all makin’ a bunch of noise themselves, only it weren’t what that city feller was likin’. Between the belly laughs, the giggles and the guffaws, that city feller was a turning more colors than a double rainbow. He couldn’t get away fast enough, and at first he really couldn’t, but once he backed off on the engines enough to take the ropes loose from the dock, he lit out of there just about as fast as that bee had. Guess that sayin' about not wantin' to have your woman get a bee in her bonnet is true.