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.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
A Shrimpin’ and a Dippin’: At Billy Bob's Boat and Bait
They was a goin’ at it right hard, and when them boys just turned their backs to him and headed off into the boat and bait, I figured it is my chance to show off my new found nautical knowledge, and get me some free boat time in the bargain. He weren’t a lookin’ two happy when he comes back out, so I puts my biggest grin I can on my face and says,”Only thing dumber than Dumb or Dumber is Dumb and Dumber,” figuring that would show him that I was filled with local knowledge, and a man who could help him out.
Except he gets this screwed up look on his face, turns a little redder than he was, and says something about me gittin’ out of his way cause he’s had it with stupid bafoons who couldn’t tell one end of a boat from the other. I still had that grin a plastered on my face, and just as I was about to launch into telling him about the starboard and port ends of the boats, he looks at me a little slantwise, and says’ “Say, aren’t you staying in the RV Park around the bend?”
Now that weren’t what I was expecting him to say, but since he did, I told him I were, and afore I knowed what was what, he was a treatin’ me like a long lost cousin or something, I had to admit, he did look a little familiar, havin’ some of the same features as the Pauling side of the family, but while he might favor them some, he sure weren’t one of them. Even so I couldn’t let it just lay there, so I asked him, “You aren’t a Pauling are you?”
From the look I got, you’d a thought I’d slapped him up aside the face, then he says, “Oh, you mean is my last name Pauling.” Of course I did, and just what in blue blazes did he think I’d asked him? He must have took my look as a yes, cause he says, “No, I’m not.” Figurin’ to let bygones be bygones, I says, “Well I thought there for a minute you favored one side of my family.” To which he replied, “No, I‘m sure I’m not any part of your family.” I have to say he had an interesting way of saying “your", but then Nilda says that accents vary from one part of the country to the other, so I chalked it up to that.
Seein’s that we’d broke the ice so to speak, even though it was nigh on 80 degrees already, I figured to see if he could use some boatin’ help. He seemed a little standoffish, but as we talked, I think my knowledge of all them nautical terms was a swaying him over. Seems his wife wasn’t to big on him a renting the boat, particularly from those two idiots, as she called them, at Billy Bob’s Boat and Bait. He’d been told that they was just a couple of local boys and everything would be alrighty then he found out it weren’t so.
Problem was everything wasn’t alrighty, in fact everything was the opposite, what with nothing going right. Guess he really didn’t know much about driving a boat even though he let on to her that he did. Then when he went back to Billy Bob’s to pick up some gear that those two bozos as he described them, had forgotten to put in the boat, he runned into more problems.
Seems he misjudged the dock on his approach, and almost throwed his wife out. Mindin' my manners like Ma taught me, I didn’t tell him I’d seen him do just about the same thing a little bit ago. Then he tells me that when he and the wife was about to leave Billy Bob’s, he got all tangled up trying to adjust the boat and his wife gets stung by a bee, Lawdy, lawdy, this is that city feller they was telling the stories about back at the campground, and I’ve done throwed my lot in with him.