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.

Saturday, July 23, 2011


Remembers back a couple weeks ago when I.M. asked anyonebody who wanted, to submit a guest blog they themownselves would write but would be like I.M. had been the one to write it? Well here are one that I.M. receptioned, and it are good.


I.M. has been sayin that I.M. overworked which ain't the same thing as bein worked over by Nilda after I ecksplained about how we dont need no dishwasher cuz I.M. has already marryd one.  I.M. meanin to say that all this nawledge is working hard to get to I.M.s fingers and out onto the blogging world's eyeballs where it can get to overworking everone else.

There is a lot of questions that is asked of I.M., and I.M. gettin tired of knowing so much more than all y'all.  I.M. tryin to eekwalize the nawledge by my writin and bloggin, but the gap is so huge I get desperate of ever fillin it in to yer satisfication.  Fer example:

My lights flicker when we're on shore power, and I'm not sure if it's the inverter, or the LED lights, or whether we need to go back to CFLs.

I.M. can start rite off seein' that y'all has got too many letters in yer brain fer yer own good.  Whether yer lights are led or cffl'd, you first got to get them into yer shopping cart, and stop inverting.  Standing on yer head is not helping anythin here and is making you look foolish to the folks in the next field.  Heres I.M.'s advice:  if you are aneedin lights you are aneedin to go back to yer house.  This is a mobile, mobile home lifestyle you are talking bout and not some fancy style of life.  You need to get yer pryorities straight and come back and ask I.M. a sensible qwestion.

Now you can see why I.M. tired all the time and aneedin to rest inbetween bloggin.  If Nilda were halfway as good as I.M. at this bloggin and sharing nawledge I wouldnt have to work hard the way I.M.

From yer buddy at


Thursday, July 21, 2011

A Mighty Tight Fit

This are that intrepid western reporter of the RV-Dreamers :):):) journal, Cousin Mick comin’ at ya from the havin’ escaped the clutches of the marine species police of an unnamed but from now on to be avoided, western state. When I last left ya off, me and Ms. Mary had been told by them invasive species officers to get into my kayack, and Ms. Mary to get her ownselfs kayack.

Now whilst Ms. Mary ain’t the smallest kid on the block, a carryin’ some considerable heft to her ownself, I am a feller that definitely has more ton than ro to my rotund, and that were when the trouble started. I am not aware of what invasives them fellers were lookin’ fer, but once I had shoe horned my ownself into the kayack, they wasn’t ever gonna see nothin’ unless there was pounds of butter a slathered around myownself to allow me to squeeze otta that kayack, and that were when the trouble started.

There we was a floatin’ in them pristine waters and me a callin;’ fer pounds of butter to extraction myownself from that kayack when one of the invasive agents says it are against the law to pollution the water with butter grease. So there I are, stuck like a plug in bottle, old fat Mick the Kentucky Kayack Kollapser, a doin' my best to live up to what I were called. I am tellin’ ya that when yer as big a round as I is, there ain’t much wiggle room in a kayack, and in fact there ain’t none a tall. All I could do was to tell them fellers that there weren’t no way there was no more room fer any invasive species in that kayack, and do you know it, they believe me, even though I were about to sink.

I never did tell them I had an inflatable life preserver kayack that would float me no matter how much I ate, but then if’n they don’t ask, I am of the opinion that one shouldn’t tell, else there ain’t no tellin’ what they will be askin’ next. I am guessin’ that the moral of this story are that ifn’ ya cross a state line, just blow a lot of hot air, and maybe they won’t know that yer really as stupid as ya look. I heard it worked fer another feller, and it also worked fer me, and what more could a feller ask fer.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Cousin Mick has a Fit

I.M. has been correspondin’ with cousin Mick on a irregularly regular basis as of late, a trying to get Mick to application his voluminous newspaper skills, no matters how little they was, to contributioning to this here blog. Finally Mick has consentuated to bein’ the rovin’ reporter and western correspondent to the foremost fulltime RV blog on the Innernet. What follers is Micks contribution to the elevation of the RV blogosphere, a place that obliviously has never afore been attained by any writer, good or bad.

This are I.M.’s cousins, Mick and Ms. Mary a reporting from out west where I.M. has designationed the two of us as the western reportin’ staff of the RV-Dreamers :):):) journal and investigative report, whatever that might be. And I am thinkin' that the title of these reports might better be called the Defraud Daily, but if'n it ain't gonna be, it ain't gonna be. I.M. has asked us to be reporterin’ on what kinds of daily happenin’s we has, so without further ado, which is makin’ Mick feel like that Ed Suillavan feller that used to be on TV, here are the rest of story, even if it are gotta be made up, only don’t ya bein’ tellin’ I.M. about that as I.M. has promised me and Ms. Mary complete freedoms in what we writes.

It were a sunny day, and me and Ms. Mary was a travelin’ down one of them western highways and byways when we comes up upon the state line. We’un’s didn’t think nothin’ of it till they pulls us over fer a boat check. Now me and Ms. Mary’s had lots of checks durin’ our travels, but this were somethin’ new. Seems they was a checkin’ fer unwanted hitch hikers, and we were selectioned fer the whole and completebody scan.

First thing I knows, I am told to get into the kayack I has in the RV. That were a problem cause I has gained a pound or twenty since I were last in it, but that didn’t matter to them inspection fellers who was lookin’ fer what they was callin’ invasive marine species, whatever the blue blazes that were. What happened next were somethin’ that should happen to no onebody, and I will be writin’ that up in my next post on the western RV-Dreamers :):):) journal and investigative report, so stay tuned.

Monday, July 18, 2011

There are Fulltimers, and Then There are Fulltimers

“Hey and howdy do! We justs gots our camper. So what is it everyone tows behind their MH? Looking for a vehicle that can be towed, with high clearance but that gets good gas mileage. Any suggestions bout whats to git?”

That ain’t exactly the the words that was in a full timer forum that I.M do frequents, but it are close enough to give y’all the idea of just how smart the folks that are a wantin’ to join up with this here fulltime RV mobile, mobile home way of livin’ really is. If’n they were a handin’ out rewards fer IQ’s under the minimum requirement to become a fulltime RV mobile, mobile home type person, I.M thinkin’ most of them folks would be grand prize winners.

How’s come can it be that folks can consider livin’ the RV mobile, mobile home full time lifestye life, and have no more clue abouts it than the someonebody that posted a questionable question like that’s there one? Fer them that sees no problem with that there post, let I.M. dissection it fer y’all, a breakin’ it down into bite sized pieces that y’all can put right beside that I.Q. reward y’all just won.

Point one, fulltime folks don’t call the RV mobile, mobile they lives in a camper. That are what them folks that comes to the camperground just fer the weekend, sits outside no matter the weather, and has a fire roarin’ most of the time calls ‘em. You use the term camper to refer to yer fulltime living quarters and y’alls labeled yerownself fer exactly what y’all is, which are someonebody that don’t knows nothin’ about the full time livin’, and shouldn’t be a plannin’ on doin’ it lest y’all gits some serious educationing like me and Nilda did.

Point two, and we don’ts need no more, anyone somebody that can’t do a little research on this here Innernet thing, likely ain’t gots the mental capacity to absorb all there is to knows about full time livin’. It don’t take but a minute or two to come up with a list of possible vehicles that are like what that feller wants, yet they’s to lazy to do it themownselves. Once they becomes fulltimers, if’n they ever do, they don’t last long and afore y’all knows it they’s tellin’ everyonebody they meets that full time livin’ ain’t no good and I.M. sure hopin’ the reeders of this here blog don’t falls into that category.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

I.M. Misplaced

I.M. are genuinely sorryful to all the reeders of this here great blog fer I.M. being misplaced fer the past few days. Sometimes things takes a turn and a person don’t know just exactly where they was or is, and that were what happened to me and Nilda. Howsoever I.M. are back now and it are gonna be this blog where what weren’t but were gets explained to them that was but weren’t. Meanin' that them a tryin’ to reed what I.M. hadn’t wrote but weren’t a findin’ it because it weren’t wrote, now gots something to reed.

What it were that happened were that me and Nilda were a travelin’ and ended up in this here old town, which were mostly like any other old town me and Nilda, or y’all reeders fer that matter, has ever ended up in. I.M. do declare that all them old towns does look just like all them other old towns, so what happened were that I.M. gots mixed up as to which old town I. M. were in, or maybe it were which state that old town were in. On accounts of that mix up, me and Nilda gots into one of the few mixups that has ever occurrenced in me and Nilda’s time together, with Nilda bein’ certain me and Nilda were lost. One the otherside of the dollar bill, I.M. were certain that there weren’t no lost to it, it were just a case of the old town I.M. thought me and Nilda was in had gots misplaced.

Nilda were a saying it weren’t the old town that were the problem, it were the state the old town were in. I.M. were a thinking the town were in a state it were in, but weren’t, cause it were in another state altogethers. Lost are definitioned as “no longer known”, while misplaced are definitioned as “ to put in a wrong or inappropriate place”, which were what I.M. had done, as in putting’ that old town in the wrong state. Once we gots it all figured out, and we gots to where it here that we were supposed to be, it were okay. I.M. are sure sorry fer getting’ lost that there way and not bein' able to write, and hopes there ain’t no someonebody else out there in the RV, mobile, mobile home fulltime life that are as dumb as I.M. and don't know what state they's in. Just so’s y’all knows it, I.M. will be writin’ regular like now that the misplaced are placed. Like they says: “Dumb is as dumb does.”