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.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The New RV-Dreamers TIP IN Program
Nilda, bless her heart, weren't so sure I should be a doin' this thing, not knowin' the pressure I were under, and in the heat of the moment she went so far as to say that what I were doing were two rip somebody off. Now Nilda just never talks that away, and it more than puzzlated me that she would not support me in my writin' indevers, her usually bein' my biggest booster seat and all. Knowing the only way to overcome this deliquent problem was to confront her, that's what I did.
"Nilda, darlin'" I says, "I.M. sometimes a puttin' my foot in the wrong hole, and if this were one of the times, and I left what were right, where the right write otta not be left, tell me so I can write right." It are a mazin' how the application of that little bit of logic I learned from my Grandpap, a sittin' on his knee, has paid off over the years. "Nilda just looks up me, her big rose tinted, chestnut colored eyes a fixed on me, and said, "Why I.M., I do believe you badly misunderstood not only the percise phraseology I used, but you have inadvertently exacerbated and internalized your reaction to what I said."
There is times in a man's life when he can look foolish, and times when he can look downwrite stupid. This was one of them times when most anything I was to say would make me look like a sheer genius in them other moments, compared to what I was about to look like with my mouth open at this moment. So I just nodded my head, and kept a looking at her, a hopin' she would see that whatever it was that I was a thinkin', it were the right thing to be a thinkin'. Luckily it were so. :)
It surely did surprize me when the next thing she does is to ask me how I plan to inform my readers of my plight and the proposed soulotions. I knows there has gots to be some laywer blood a runnin' in the city feller veins of my family, cause what I did next were right out of one of they're bookends.
My plan were really quiet simpleton, and were based on something I remembered a doin' with Sissy Sanderson and her two twin girl cousins that summer they were a visitin' from the big city where they lived. Did they ever teach me a thing or two that summer, which were how I come up with the Kernal Green did it in the conversationary with the lead knife, plan of attack fer gettin' my reeders on my side.
I remembers how we played that Clueless game everyday, and how impressed them too city sisters was about my playin' inabilities. They even went so far as sayin' that I just might have been the most clueless, Clueless player in the whole wide world, which I took as being as good as it could get, coming from them two fourth grade girls, me and Sissy only bein' third graders at the time. Seems like I were a man of the world before I even knowed what the world were.
Remember how I were a tellin' you yesterday how I had the wooden arm out and the noose ready, and today I would spring the trapdoor? Well just like any good lawyer worth his salt can keep ya on the edge of yer seat with his odoratory, I.M. just done the same, but tomorrow you reelly, realy is a gonna learn about the RV-Dreamers TIP In program. It's like another of Grandpaps sayin's, It's always best to shear the sheep when the wool's a hanging down over they're eyes. Sheesh.