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.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Finding the Great Kiva

Any of you who has been in the presence of the Great Kiva, aka, Jovika Kiva will know what I is a talkin' about in this here serous of four posts. If you ain't never see'd Jovika Kiva, you will know when you is in Jovika's presence, because I suspect Jovika Kiva would get a laugh a reeding these posts too. I told you early on that I was a prone to jump around some in these posts, and that's what's happening here. This here post takes you back to our early days of our mobile, mobile home life, before we was actually a livin' it, and even before we knowed what all it were and all it weren't. So ifn' ya haven't been a readin' my wrightin's from the get go, ya might be lost for a few sentences, but with my readers being so smart, you'll catch on write quick.

While it was from my city fellar cousin and his cute wife :):) that Nilda and me first heard of this mobile, mobile home full time RV life we now live, it was from the Great Kiva that we learned what to do and how to do it. All we knew was that the Great Kiva was going to be at some dome in Louisville where he would be surrounded by hordes of mobile, mobile homes and throngs of his followers.

Discovering the where and when, along with the how took us some time. We asked around the Gulch, but nobody had ever heard of such a person or place thing as the Great Kiva. And since my journey to Simpsonville, which resulted in my degree and the opportunity to work without having to work, was as far as anyone else from the Gulch had ever traveled, Nilda and me was running into a dead end.

Then we got lucky. It turned that Sammy Roe Jamison, Tammy Jo Jamison’s only brother that turned out to be slightly better than a no account, (was I ever glad I didn’t get hitched to her and join up with that bunch of ridge straddlers), had dated a girl whose brother moved to Louisville. Well not exactly Louisville, and not exactly moved, but he had served a term in the Jefferson County Jail for something Tammy Jo swore he didn’t do, and while there he had worked on the Sheriffs detail on the grounds of the Great Kiva

With that information, Nilda was able to track down where the Great Kiva place was and when the Great Kiva person wouldn’t be there. You think it is confusing now, you ought to have been us a looking when we didn’t know what we was lookin’ for. Now what was really confusing was when we found out the Great Kiva place actually wasn’t anywhere near Louisville, and that it didn’t look like any pictures of Kivas we had been studying in the encyclopedias at the local library

We were on a quest, and by doing a little extra midnight cookin’ of Pa’s books, we soon had enough money to travel to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania where the Great mobile, mobile home meeting was to be held. We thought this Great Kiva place was all about the Great Kiva person, but when we got there, we was completely overwhelmed by what was going on. We never did figure out who was heading this thing up, or where it was being held. Mostly because there was so many important people a talking one after the other, and so many Kivas great and small, where it was all going on, that we was more than confused

Why you couldn’t hardly go two feet without encountering some spit shined mobile, mobile home, along with some fellar that had the whitest teeth and widest smile we ever did see. All these fellars was saying that we should step inside and take a look, though we soon learned that if we did, the next thing was that they had the deal of all deals on whatever it was we was lookin’ at, and that was only for today, at this minute. Why some of them fellars was claiming that their prices was so low that what they were sellin’ was almost free.

Nilda was gettin’ so big eyed at all these additional inducements, as those fellars were callin’ them, that I was afraid she was gonna swoon. Fortunately just as she was about to hyper-ventilate, (another of Pa’s big words), we see a sign announcing the Great Kiva was going to be speaking in this very same building after lunch. That was enough to get Nilda calmed back down, and after a lunch of tater-tots, and 10 little plastic bags apiece of relish, mustard and ketchup, gotta stretch them dollars, we hurried off to where the Great Kiva was to speak.

We was appalled when he walked in and found out that all the seats up front were already taken. Obviously we weren’t the only ones interested in learning from the great giver of knowledge. We looked around, and Nilda spotted two seats at the end of the third row back, so we headed that way and squeezed in to await the entrance of the Great Kiva person, into what was something less than a Great Kiva place


Anonymous said...

this is really stupid.

I.M. Vayne said...

I knows what ya mean, the thicket's always densest right where we's a standin'.