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.

Monday, March 21, 2011

I.M. is About to be Stumped

This mobile, mobile home life can lead to the most interesting people you’ll ever come a crossed, even moreso then when I was down in Simpsonville a getting’ my degree. I got to admit that when me and Nilda went to learn at the foot of the great Kiva in that Harrisburg town in Pennsyvania, I see’d more than a few of them interestin' fellers a sellin’ them mobile, mobile homes, along with the most interesting stories I’d heard in a possums age.

Didn’t seem to mind what it was you owned, had owned or was now a lookin’ at, they had owned one themownselves and could talk yer leg off about it. Since it were all goin’ over me and Nilda’s head, they could a been jabberin’ bout camels on the north poll as far as we was concerned. So while they was shorely interestin’ people, they was a tellin’ storys that was weigh over my head, and tall as I am, that were a fer tall piece of tellin’.

Now the reason I’m a gonin’ on bout all this here peoples that have crossed my path, specially since I sure weren’t interested in crossin’ there’s, was this feller that we met at the place we been a stayin’ during the repairin’ of Ol’ 5th Wheel’s latest breakdown. Let me tell ya, he were a feller that made all them fellers sellin' them mobile, mobile homes out to be a lookin’ more like pecan sorters in a pickle factory, he were so much more interesting than them.

We’d been a stayin’ there fer a while, a getting’ ta know folks and a havin’ good times swapin’ stories with more an few lies blended in, when this feller I’m a talkin’ bout comes in with one of them so called 5th wheels that really ain’t got five wheels, but the fellers a pullin’ ‘em don’t know that, so they just call ‘em what the salesman that took there money said they was called.

All was a going well fer everybody, though some folks was sayin’ he were some big time writer feller, which just naturally got my curiosity up, what with me being into writn’ this here blog, and also some literaturary stories fer the local ladies at a former place we was at, all of which has resulted in me bein’ a writer of some renouned myself. He were a nice enough feller, though it did appear to me that whenever the conversation got a round to writin’ he was always a talkin’ about hisownself and wouldn’t let me get a word in lengthwise.

Where I’m a goin’ with this here tale is what happened this past weekend when the monthly park work and eat day come up. They usually pair up two or three couples to work together and then they do a little relaxing and sharin’ of the vittles afterward. So this time me and Nilda ends up a workin’ with Joe Ed and Matilda, as well as this feller and his wife, who’s names I got on the tip of my tongue but just can’t get out.

While Matilda is just a little tiny slip of a woman, Joe Ed is a steam engine and red squirrel all rolled into one. He’s not only always a workin’ he does the work of two people without even breakin’ a sweat. So when they assigned to jobs it weren’t no surprise when we got the one a clearin’ the brush and such from inside the turnaround at the far end of the park.


Merikay said...

I.M. I just have to tell you I think you are the most delightful recent addition to the blog world. I can't make sense of your posts, But perhaps that is what they are meant to be.

but the comments you leave on other blogs are wonderful. You make me laugh out loud!

Thank You. Not every blogger has to teach the wannabes what kind of paper to buy.

Cruzin2some said...

What a cliff hanger, Tell me more. I need to know all about this new feller.

Blog Archive? Thats where you will find our older blog post.

Travel Safe
Dawn and Denise

Levonne said...

I want to know the writer fella's name. Who the heck is it? Thanks for your comments over at A Camp Host's Meanderings. Thanks for being a fan!

Sue and Doug said...

I have a hard time understanding your posts..but enjoy them still the same!..thanks for your comment on Bigdawg and Freeway!!