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.

If the idea of that kind of life gets you down
Just wait until you discover what living life on the road is really like.


"Always follow own life plan, otherwise GPS lead you to dead end!"
--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.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Lost strangers

Alrighty then, just as I was a recalling how I got this here RV-Dreamers bug,  I got interrupted again. The fellar parked next door come over for a spell and afore I knowed it, it was to late to blog any more, so I just posted what I'd got done earlier in the day, even if that was a few days ago. :)

In a way, that life back up on the Gulch had its good points. Like when you always knowed which day of the month everybody was a coming in to get their gas. We tried to keep it down to one customer a day, but sometimes someone forgot, or the Preacher would stop by, or some other unusual event happened, but that just made for a little excitement. :)

So here I was, confronted by this house, heck, it were a mansion on wheels, and this city fellar gets out, hair all so perfect it almost looked like he'd shaved it off, dark glasses on and lawdy, lawdy, the gawd awfullest looking pair of knee high britches I ever seed in my life. Geesh.  :)

He's a lookin' at a map, which by the way weren't going to do him one bit of good, mostly because it was a map of Stonemason County, which was two county's over, but from the looks of him, he weren't gonna let the likes of me tell him anything, so I just kept my mouth shut, figuring he'd open his when the time come. :)

He and the cute woman :):) was a talkin' and a pointin', all of which was taking time, but gittin' nuthin' done. I was puzzled as to why they just didn't use those little phone things they was both holdin' on to, to call and ask Pricilla Anne at the phone company to send over one of the local kids to lead them out.

When my curiosity couldn't be contained no more, I asked them why they didn't do just that. All of which got the man to jest laughing and laughing, saying , "It's not a telephone, it's a walky talky. Sheesh." That had me puzzled cause while them two was certainly a talking, they sure didn't look like they were about to start walkin' anywhere. :) Turns out they was a using those talk and walk things to "communicate" while they was driving down the road.

Speakin' a little out of line, I busted out with something about that being a right smart thing to do, and with one thing leading to another, that's how I found out that he'd also once been into workin' with numbers, and he'd also gotten one of those fancy certificates to hang on the wall, sorta like the Judge gave me those many years back. :)

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