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.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
RV-Dreamers Glossery, Preface and A-B
That newlie had provided us with about an hours worth of entertainment when he come in the other night about 10 o’clock. What with him a hittin’ that tree then a knockin’ over his electric post, the whole campground was a gathered around watching. I’d best save what else he done fer a regular post, but that’s why when I was a trying to educate him on some on the finer points of the mobile, mobile home life, at which time he up and says to me, “I.M., What with your unique view of things, you ought to put together a glossery of terms to help out newlies like us to better understand what this here life on the road is like, and so’s we can understand what you old timers is a talkin’ about.
That just about cause my head to swell up like a bullfrog gittin' ready to croak, but recalling that lots of other folks along the way have called me a unique individual, I just let it lay for a while. Later I asked Nilda what she thought of that idea, and she was most encouraging, tellin’ me that it would provide a new outlet for my writin’ talents and also make intersting readin’ for folks livin’ this here mobile, mobile home life if they was ever to stumble across my writin’s. So fer all you newlies and any others that’s havin’ trouble understandin’ all them fancy words that gets flung around about mobile, moble homes, what follows should educate you right up to speed.
Every campgrounds got one. Some old feller whose always smilin' away and telling stories ain't nobody wants to hear, with him a blowin' air like one of them hotair balloon things. It is also a part on a mobile, mobile home that supposed to hold air but usually don't.
It took me a while to figure out why them old boys was always a refirrin' to that brown stuff they was a spillin at them so called dump stations, as black water, when it weren't. But then I started a payin' attention to what they was a mummblin' when they was a spillin' that stuff all over, includin' on they's ownself, and recollecting that term, "painting the air black with four letter'd words", I knowed right off how brown got to be black.
Some feller told me is was a "plastic portable waste holding tank generally made in the color of blue”. Watching a feller try to use one once, it come to me that this is a younger cousin of the black tank, only with this one they paint the air blue with words stead of black.
This one throwed me for some time as I couldn't figure out why if them people was a going a huntin’ with their coon dogs, did they always brung their own food and sat a round the campfire instead of a going out and a tryin' to hunt so's they could have some good fresh meat to eat. Then a feller learned me that a sittin' around a fire out in the middle of nowhere was exactly what this boon docking thing was. Sure seems like a waste of a good coon dog to me.
To quote a definition I read somewheres best I can recollect: “A commercial bus that is usually converted into a mobile, mobile home and is highly customized with luxury components, meaning they are typically the largest and most prestigious mobile, mobile home's available”. Obviously the feller that wrote that ain't never owned one, he just gets paid for writin' words. It's like them BusNuts boys is always saying, "If owning a bus conversion don't convert you into a ravin' manic, you was already a ravin' maniac afore you got it."