im gonna live like im dying...


im gonna live like im dying...



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my name is lary kennedy...

i decided to sell my house and belongings, buy an Rv and hit the road...

my dog wolf and i will be going on an adventure of a lifetime, letting the wind decide our direction...

this blog is set up for you to follow my journey...

i hope you find it interesting and entertaining...












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happy trails…

all good things must come to an end… i have to leave my dear friend laura m and travel once again into the great unknown… we had a blast hanging out, laughing, being buddies… but i know ill see her again very soon…

i have a book to write…

in montana…


so with that said i will need to focus on gettin er done… posts will be sporadic with more pics than words… for a while anyway…

wish me luck and feel free to donate to the cause…

see ya real soon, cowboys…

until we meet again…


today’s “must have” fun fact…


Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin’ until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we’re together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to you, ‘till we meet again.


Some trails are happy ones,
Others are blue.
It’s the way you ride the trail that counts,
Here’s a happy one for you.


Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin’ until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we’re together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.

Happy trails to you, ‘till we meet again.

03:02 pm, by larykennedy2 notes

im an excellent driver…

my entire world opened up the day i turned 16… with keys to my used sky blue egg shaped monza i was free to go wherever, whenever and with whomever i chose, within reason…. until i totaled it a week later… devastated, barely describes my emotional state at that time…. how could such a thing happen to me…. id passed my drivers test with flying colors… oh the cruelty of life… if it werent for that gravel enveloping me from all sides, grabbing at my tires, taunting them towards the ditch none of this would have happened… it was unfair… 100 percent positively, absolutely, unequivocally, without a shadow of a doubt not my fault…


luckily, up to today, that is the only accident ive been involved in that was my fault… ive wracked up almost 30 thousand miles on barbies dream house and aside from all the physical and mental abuse ive bestowed upon her, she has not smashed into nor has anyone smashed into her… living on the road for almost 2 and a half years now, crisscrossing from one coast to the other, zig zagging everywhere in between, i have seen very few crashes, wrecks, etc… ive seen a s*8tload of road repair work, yet have avoided traffic altercations or ulcerations or indentations especially illegal ones… and have only been pulled over once for speeding but my silver tongue,quick thinking and judo kicks to the groin got me out of that one…

heading back to minesotta from nebraska i was on one of those 2 lane highways, when a cop car whizzes by, sirens lazing, red lights flashing followed by an ambulance in exact high alert mode… maybe 20 minutes later i come to a complete stop as everyone on my side of the road is stopped with cars further ahead actually parked on the side, with the occupants out curious to see whats going on… im like everyone else, i wanna see whats going on… the row of parked cars is about 20 deep with at least 20 behind me so whatever happened must have just happened… right then the ambulance passes us going back the way i just came from…


police ahead are telling us to get back into our vehicles and not long after the ambulance pass the row of cars moves forward slowly… naturally i have my camera out snapping pictures… i just read recently this is illegal but i just cant help myself… im snapping away as i pass by the accident… a car is in the middle of the road, front smushed into the windshield, the entire windshield completely smushed out, indicating that someones entire body slammed against it… off the the right, in the ditch, is a horse trailer, its back crunched forward, causing the side of the trailer to indent… a horse standing next to a young man,in the ditch, with blood coming out a gash on its left flank… others standing in ditch all with worried and shocked faces…


from the looks of the wreck as i passed by, the horse trailer was making a left turn or stopped to make a left turn… being a two lane highway, the turning trailer would have to wait for opposing traffic to pass… the car behind either didnt see the trailer stopped, see the trailers blinker or didnt see the trailer indicate a turn because the trailer failed to do so… whatever the case, the car smashed into the back of the trailer…


i have no idea how it all turned out.. it looked serious enough that i said a silent blessing to all involved and threw it in the air…

today’s “must have” fun fact…

distracted driving statistics….

please click here to refresh your attention on driving while distracted… my life may depend on it…

02:38 pm, by larykennedy2 notes

gohstbusters, llc..

it didnt take long for my dad to jump on the “lets write a book” bandwagon, cuz the next day he gave me the name of a city in montana he felt would suit my requirements of beautiful, solitary, and not a whole lot going on… the place looks amazing pa, good job i say to him, after checking it out on google… he kind of mumbles something back to me then walks away… my dad is so funny, always putting on this gruff exterior when inside hes filled with molten marshmallow…


my friend vicki is meeting me to get my hairs done at the avenue, downtown york… i have not seen vicki for a couple of years, yet thanks to facebook weve become better friends than we ever were in high school… it was through fb, i learned she has a ghost hunting hobby… i say hobby because she doesnt charge for her services… strictly for fun… although hanging with dead people is not my idea of fun… hey to each his own… however, i did think it would be fun to see if the avenue, one of the oldest buildings in york, may have some stubborn spirits hanging in the attic, or basement or the rafters… wherever ghosts are known to hang… it wasnt too long ago, if vicki suggested any ghost hunts in my tiny hometown, she may be the one to hang…


while york may not be considered a forward thinking community, repuclican, they have come a long way since i lived there… jan, another good friend and owner of the avenue, was all for it… hell ya, lets do some ghost hunting she says while im in the chair, hair covered in foils… omg… talk about scary, i say when i take a look at myself in the mirror… vicki enters, we play catchup then vicki tells the captive audience of me, nick b, jan, jackson, harper, chanel, wolf, grizz and paige how she got into chasing spirits, then explained all the equipment she uses to indicate if there are spirits in the vicinity…


i am of the belief that i am made up of energy and that when my body falls apart the essence of who i am, my energy, will go wherever its supposed or most likely not supposed to go… ive never seen dead people, however i do find it probable that a person whos passed to the wherevers, energy may still be floating around… vickis instruments, approved by james van praaugh himself, send out alerts when they detect a high energy field… once vicki is alerted to a spirit, she asks that this spirit turn on the flashlight she has sitting in front of her… to alert her of its presence… theres a bit more, but thats the gist of it…


vicki must have scared everybody off cuz it was just me and her and my boys alone at 10pm hunting ghosts in a dark scary basement… oh why did i agree to do this… i will never get to sleep tonight.. we start off pointing the energy indicators throughout the basement, nothing there so we move upstairs… one of the indicators starts indicating away, telling us we found a good spot… vicki sits down, turns her video camera on, and asks whatevers out there to turn on the flashlight… we sit, nothing… she asks again.. nada… vicki and i talk for a few minutes and i ask her about something or other when the lights above us flicker on and off… i get all excited and say omg did you see that… she asks the spirit again to show itself.. seconds later, it flicks on and of again… and we have it all on tape…


now many may argue that it could have been any number of things… they can argue away all they want… i was there, i know what i saw, we have it on video, so there… i dont believe ghosts come back and chop us up with chainsaws, or any other sharp objects, but i do believe that everything that exists is made up of energy… to me it makes perfect sense that some energy sticks around for whatever reason while other energy may be in hell… nobody knows… however, if im one of those energies who happens to stick around, you can be damn sure ill be passing on that info to your grandkids, grandkids…


today’s “must have” fun fact…

to read about james and vicki, click on the links below…

http://www.vanpraagh.com


http://www.plattevalleyparanormalservices.com/bios.html


http://www.yorknewstimes.com/news/ghost-hunters-to-conduct-event-at-museum/article_093b1b36-d156-11e1-af2a-001a4bcf887a.html

12:42 pm, by larykennedy1 note

breaking bad… news…

back to the homestead i go to see the parentals… now that im technically homeless the old homestead is actually home once more… it will be nice moving back into my old room, having home cooked meals and laundry service again… best part of all… no rent… imagine the look on my parents faces when i burst open the door and say hey guys im home… and i brought the grandkids, wolf and grizz…


hahahahhahaa yeah that aint gonna happen in a gazillion years… but god, do i love f*8ing with my folks… its payback to my dad for all his years of harassing me during my young impressionable teenage years… all those dollars spent on acting school really pay off, especially with cher cher… she tends to believe most things that come out of my mouth no matter how outrageous… i just love to get those two going…


of course they will have a field day with the news im about to bestow upon them… ah yeah guys, came back to tell ya im hanging in montana until my books written and by the way thanks for financing the entire shebang… the look on their faces will be memorable… priceless even… i must make note to have the camera on a timer so i can capture the moment for posterity…


what would those two do without me… think how boring life would be without me to worry about…


the best way to temper bad news, is to throw out something worse so the bad news at least isnt worse news… like the one where the guy tells his parents hes dying… the parents freak out and start missing him immediately, then he says oh not really, actually im just gay… thats what im talking about… maybe i should just tell it to em straight… i better practice my speech on the drive down from minesotta.. maybe run it by bobbie since lo and i are heading to minneapolis to spend the nite…


bobbie will be the perfect person to discuss this with… she at one point had to tell her parents she was gay… well is gay… maybe thats what i should say to them… pa and cher please sit down, i have something i need to tell you… im gay and then no not really but im moving to montana and will you please support me for the next year while i write my book…


only thing is… they dont think being gay is a big deal anymore so that would take the worse case scenario out of the picture… im living like im dying so theyre already used to that idea… ive always lived on the edge so theres not much shock value left in me…


well wait a minute… there is one thing that might just blow them out of the water… hey guys, im getting married, plan on getting pregnant on my honeymoon and hubby and i are buying a house in waco, nebraska to be close to you…

today’s “must have” fun fact…

click here to read about my dream town waco, nebraska…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waco,_Nebraska


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donations of even one dollar are accepted… dont be shy… starving student kinda sorta… lol…

05:10 pm, by larykennedy

a fork in the road…

jen and i met up poolside and gabbed the day away… she and her husband are insurance adjusters and are in the area assessing hail damage in the community… not long into our introductions she was on the phone dealing with the very recent near fire death of her mother… her mom barely made it out of her apartment fire and was currently a canadian hospital close to where she used to live… touch and go on wether her mom would make it… the shock of the whole fiasco has also brought on a kind of dementia… jen has taken over responsibility for her mother and her affairs which is overwhelming to say the least…


my wanderings were a welcome distraction for her… a few days earlier, id made the decision to stay in minnesota, get a job there for the summer, then meet up with parker in fall… id run out of cash and with gas prices racing higher by the day, i wouldnt have enough money to get back to the west coast… lo thought it was a swell idea…


too bad you werent here last week, jen said… van halen stayed here in the park… the entire band i asked… yes and there was a big fight and i found out later they cancelled the show here due to an argument about wolfie, the son, and the rest of the band… bummer i missed out on all the excitement… would have loved to have gotten some pics of that bus…


jen had laundry and dishes to do, albeit she has a washer/dryer and dishwasher in her 5th wheel so it wouldnt be that taxing on her… how sweet would that be to have the comforts of home in my home… i could wear clean clothes… stop fantasizing i told myself…

that nite while having din din at lo’s the discussion of what am i gonna do came up… i dont know really i said… i guess ill have to go back to waiting tables or bar tending… why dont you write your book… yeah i have been thinking about that… somethings been gnawing at me… it must be that its time… but i feel like i need to get away from everybody and everything and hole up in montana or somewhere like that… wide open spaces, horses running around, mountains to explore… i suppose if im gonna do it, id better do it now while i still have some money… ill give myself three months to write it… if i start a job, i know ill get distracted and i may never get it done… the time is now..


now the decision was made… im going to write my book… ive been talking about it for over a year now… i am living like im dying and now is as good a time as any…i want to spend some time with my parents, fill them in on my latest and see the old homestead first… ask my dad where would be a good place for me to hide away for a couple months…


with everything falling in place i am overcome with a sense of panic… omg what if i cant do this… what if i cant write a book… forget if anybody will ever read it, can i actually sit down and do it… of all the moments in my past two years on the road, making the decision to write a book is by far the scariest of all…


today’s “must have”fun fact…

stick a fork in it…


click here to read interesting facts about the fork…

http://www.foodreference.com/html/fforks.html


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02:51 pm, by larykennedy

her bark was bigger than her bite…

lo was surprised to hear st cloud even had an rv park… the old rv park had been closed for a while and from what i heard, the new owners had quite a task in making the place habitable… you could have fooled me… the pool looked divine… i can sit by a pool for hours, although i rarely go in, unless the water is almost boiling… the grounds were in tip top shape, the staff was welcoming, my spot was level, water pressure was good and i was close to the dog run… i loved it so much i thought about marrying it…


meanwhile, i still had that issue with my steps… the noise was loud enough to start a moose stampede… id pushed my luck far enough… that motor was gonna give the next time i open my front door… while doing laundry, i saw an ad for a mobile rv tech… i know from a ton of past experiences, it would be difficult if not impossible to take bdh to any rv service center anywhere in the state on minnesotta…


lo and i were very excited cuz our dear ole pal debbie was gonna be in st cloud today… slumber party in bdh… woo hoo… i spent the morning in preparation for the big event… wolf and grizz where outside barking at everything… my dogs would be perfect if they would just shut up… not fond of that phrase shut up but in this instance its highly appropriate… the lady behind me has already had a chat with me about the boys… the nite before i had let grizz and wolf out to hit the fire hydrant… they had their leashes on, i just wasnt on the other end and they saw her and her dog and ran right up to them… she reprimanded me for letting wolf and grizz run up to her dog like that… i agreed, apologized grabbed the leashes and carried on…


deb met lo at her house and not much later we were partying away like we do when we all get together… its always such a kick in the pants to get together with friends who knew you back when you started figuring out who you are… then deciding that we all like who weve become and still appreciate our friendship… we have so many funny, stupid, goofy stories and its fun to take turns ganging up and harassing each other… although those two gang up on me far more than i do them…


i made fajitas id brought all the way from vallahala market, the authentic mexican grocery store in los angeles, but deb had convinced herself and lo it was made from horse meat so they didnt eat them… we celebrated debs birthday by her drinking the entire bottle of cakebread except the thimble of a taste she begrudgingly allowed me to have… it barely coated one taste bud, but it was her birthday after all… nobody says she has to be human on her birthday… its all about deb and thats all that counts…


later that eve we strolled around the park and checked out the other rv’s.. deb constantly reminding us how amazed with herself that she was actually camping… she said it so many times, i was about to really take her camping then leave her out in the wilderness, without any toilet paper… i then had to explain to deb, there was a big difference between a trailer park and an rv park… she about had a cow when i told her the last rv we walked by was worth about 300,000 dollars… funny thing is, i know exactly where she’s coming from… if the tables were turned i would have reacted the same way…

the girls left early the next morn… bdh looked as if shed had a bout of diarrhea… her insides were turned inside out, poor dear, she wasnt used to being utilized like she was… i had to undo the beds, clean up etc… just cuz the space is smaller doesnt necessarily mean the clean ups easier… i went to walk the dogs hoping not to see the neighbor behind me… she kind of snarled at deb, lo and i the night before so i felt best if i just spend however long i was here avoiding her… i only get confrontational with unseen and unknown verizon and apple computer techs over the telephone…

id finished with my chores and was ready to turn in for the night… i went to let wolf out to potty when grizz streaks past me, down the steps out into the darkness while wolf heads right out after him… damnit… just my luck, theres my neighbor outside with her dog, giving me the death stare… naturally, the boys head right towards her and her dog… i couldnt very well run away and hide… i run up to gather my dogs and she says, girlfriend what did i tell you about keeping those dogs on a leash… i know, i said shrinking… i know, its just grizz ran so fast and… she puts up her hand to stop my mouth from moving… look, i know you think im a real bitch.. but my dogs a rescue dog and i dont have any idea how hes going to react to your dogs, especially this little one here… my husband and i just came from fort meyers florida, i interrupted and said omg ive been to fort meyers, trying to find some common ground so she would tone down the evil eye… anyway she continues… i just saw these two little dogs, small like yours get mauled to death in front of the whole rv camp by two bigger dogs… just last week… im still traumatized by the whole thing… it was horrible… i dont want to have to ever see anything like that again… the mood around there was indescribable… everybody was extremely upset and overwhelmed by the tragedy…

im so sorry you had to witness that i said… no wonder she sounded so extreme… my heart goes out to you and everyone involved… what an awful thing to happen in an rv park of all places… we spent a few more minutes talking about that… she asked me where i was from, i asked her where she was from then we gabbed a bit more about rv stuff… she didnt scare me anymore… in fact i kinda like her… she said, hey ya wanna hang out by the pool tomorrow… yeah i said that sounds peachy…


today’s “must have” fun fact…

all dog owners please click here for a must read for anyone who loves their dogs…

http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/articles/dogfight.htm


http://www.stcloudcampground.com

05:00 pm, by larykennedy1 note

oh, i love to laugh…

the best memories i have of my life are the ones where ive shared laughter with another human being… could be with a random shopper behind me in line at ralphs who happens to have the same take on a story in one of the ridiculous inquirer rags, or with a family member over a lovingly remembered guffaw of another family member, or with a scene partner after a nailed comedic scene that sent the audience into hysterics… these are memories that i hold dear…

i consider myself extremely fortunate to have funny friends, meaning friends who make me laugh… i value a sense of humor above almost all else… any and everyone who is in my life, is in my life because they bring joy and laughter to the table… joyous, uplifting, inclusionary laughter is the most positive expression of life as far as im concerned…

the memories that absolutely/ positively/ one million percent make up who i am as a human being are the ones that have turned me and those involved into rolling, gooey, uncontrollably joyous, laughter… thats the only way to describe it… we just become laughter, thats how absolute it is…

lucky for me today i had another funny as sh8t moment to add to my collection… lo and i were sitting around bragging to each other about what tricks our dogs could do… wolf is always eager to show his stuff so i ran through his routine finishing with his hand shake… lo was impressed and said yeah, mickey can shake as well but it looks more like a “heil hitler” … she was referencing the infamous german nazi salute from WWI and WWII… oh okay i said, then stood up and without a thought in my mind other then to get mickey to shake i faced lo’s little dog, looked him right in the face and said heil hitler… lo not a thought in her mind, other then to give me positive guidance immediately said oh no, you say shake like normal but then he gives a heil hilter…

omg when the hilarity of both of our innocence hit us i thought i was gonna turn to permanent jelly… i could not control my body i was laughing so completely… the absurdity in our interpretation of the whole event was priceless… it was a perfect piece of comedy… recreating that moment immediately sends my body into surrender mode… who knows if any one else will ever find it as thoroughly entertaining as we do…


i have no idea what comes after this life… or if there is an after, but if there is, these are the moments i will burn into my soul in hopes they will follow me wherever…

today’s “must have” fun fact…

click here to read about the positives of busting a gut…


http://stress.about.com/od/stresshealth/a/laughter.htm

09:42 pm, by larykennedy

reynolds wrap… well i never…

lo went all out this time around… coors lite, kendall jackson chardonnay, cheezits, tons of dips… my laura m takes good care of me… she even contacted the minnesotta weather bureau and ordered up some extremely pleasant weather… she knows how i abhor the cold… bobbie whipped up some tasty treats and peg was in charge of grilling up some scrumptious chicken venadaloo for our after jacuzzi din din… we spent the day lazying around, chatting about shades of grey… the latest best seller everyones read except for me… i have abstained from reading practically anything as not to influence my writing in any manner… i want my writing/book to stand out on its own…


not much to worry about there… bobbie filled us in on a few key chapters… yeah im pretty no one will accuse me of plagiarism… i did however, find one aspect of the book interesting… bobbie mentioned something about butt plugs… butt plugs huh… id never heard of them and obviously do not own one… the idea of butt plugs intrigued me to where i found a way to incorporate them in practically every sentence… much to the annoyance of my companions…


lo asked me where the cork to the chardonnay bottle was to which id stick my posterior up in the air and say its in my butt… later peg asked me where the knife was and i said i used it to dig out my butt plug… bobbie asked for the salt and i said here sprinkle some butt juice on it… and id say it in a exaggerated obnoxious manner… of course i find myself highly amusing and crack up every time i get the chance to throw butt plug in any sentence… later that nite i texted lo that id lost my butt plug and did she find it…


we spent the majority of our time in the hot tub chatting about old times, butt plugs and hummingbugs… a beautiful, lilac bush was in full bloom and right next to the hot tub… we watched butterflies flitting in and out all afternoon when i happen to notice a very bizarre looking hummingbird or wait is that a locust… what is that i ask the girls… it was driving us all crazy… is it a bug or is it a bird… it had to be a hummingbug i declared… cept nobody had ever heard of a hummingbug… i dont know what that had to do with anything… id never heard of a butt plug…


as the day progressed, the drink prevailed… before too long we were all skinny dipping in the jacuzzi… must have been all that erotica talk cuz never in my lifetime have lo or bobbie seen me naked or i them… lo used to be so painfully shy, i never saw her anything other than fully dressed… before the day ended we were sending naked photos of ourselves to all her relatives… may wonders never cease…


by the time peg got out of the hot tub to start dinner, i was waterlogged… the day couldnt have been more perfect… the four of us had a ball.. we laughed hard enough to pee but i didnt… i swear it wasnt me… lo had gone up to get us another round and when she came back she was butt naked with a tin foil sash covering the left part of her body, leaving all the rest exposed and waving at us in perfect miss america… i thought i was gonna bust a gut… bobbie looked shell shocked, and peg was hysterical… i jumped up and immediately started snapping pics… omg omg omg… forget about butt plugs, hummingbugs… my dear buddy and pal, laura m, parading around in nothing but her “never before seen the sun” birthday suit, tin foil to accentuate the positive, a beauty queen smile and a matching beauty queen wave, basking in her glorious nakedness… now this truly was a sight to see…

today’s “must have” fun fact…


click here to read all about the sphinx moth…

http://insects.about.com/od/photography/ig/Sphinx-Moths/

04:08 pm, by larykennedy

now where were we…

thursday eve… there were still open boxes available in the betting pool predicting my arrival time… im guessing there were those non believers who had doubts that id reach my buddy laura m’s house by miller time that friday… technically, it was laura m’s exes lake house with coors light being the happy hour brew… tomato, clamata, potato, vodka… same diff… how quickly my compadres forget… they should know for sure i would land on time… lary kennedy is not one to miss happy hour…


it was game day, friday am… i was a little over 250 miles away from touchdown, at least according to my soon to be destroyed gps box… dad, i said i swear im gonna throw this thing out the window right now… do it,my dad says, do it right now… i almost did… just cuz its so rare my dad encourages rebellious behavior… when i checked in, neither lo nor my dad had a clue where i was again today… i assured them both that i checked and rechecked gps’s settings for the third time the nite before… the damn thing was set at get there in the fastest time which is where it was/had/always had been… regardless, once again, here i am, on a one lane highway in the middle of bum f*** where ever… bdh bumping her as all over the place… poor element jostled around so much, getting dinged, banged, scraped all over tarnation…


lo was trying to determine my whereabouts, then scared the poop out of me when she exclaims omg lary your going in the wrong direction… which direction are you headed she asks me… for real, i say back, for real… you are seriously asking me what direction im going… oh wait i see you now she says… groovy i say… do you also see my flipping you the bird i wanted to say but instead say well how bout the upcoming construction blockade due to road work… do you see that as well… lo says well of course lary… everybody knows there are two seasons in minnesota… winter and road construction… oh and speaking of birds, the state bird of minnesota would be the mosquito…


damn, damn damn… how is it, that girl, knows everything im thinking… sometimes before i do… she torments me like an older, much, much older sibling would… making funny faces at me at midnight mass while i fall into fits of uncontrollable laughter, imitating japanese tourists in perfect pitch so i fall into fits of uncontrollable laughter, forcing me to drink cakebread chardonnay, reserve label, till i fall into fits of uncontrollable laughter… yeah that would be her… laura m… i guess it can be said that if im oprah, she’s my gayle… if i were lucy she’d be my ethel… and if i was j-lo she would be my butt… yep, laura m, aka lo, is my bff to infinity and beyond… has, is, and always will be… she’ll be there for me no matter what… i know this because shes already been there for me through at least two no matter whats…


the weather in minnesota was spectacular… spring had sprung earlier than past years due to the unusually mild winter… the humidity wasnt awake yet, the trees/bushes/flowers were in bloom, the waters were calm and the state birds of minnesota were visiting relatives in the south… the hot tub was hot, the beers were cold, and our spirits were high… lo, bobbie, peg and i started were we left off last time we saw each other… hanging out, drinking beer, playing cards, bull sh88ng, and falling into fits of uncontrollable laughter…


today’s “must have” fun fact…


hiccup, er i mean, click here for some fun alcohol trivia…

http://www2.potsdam.edu/hansondj/funfacts/alcoholtrivia.html

11:27 pm, by larykennedy

corndogs, pizza and and separation anxiety…

oh man, this driving is getting tedious… ive never had to get up and drive 8 hours 4 days in a row… itll be 6 days in a row by the time i finally get there… and omg i have to stop every 2 hours for gas… gas mileage… what is that… ha… bdh was bad on gas but now i got her little buddy, element tagging along… geez… at 4.45 a gallon, im gonna be out of money by the time i get there… and outta patience… little grizz suffers from separation anxiety… real bad… grizz is convinced im never coming back every time i get out of the rv to gas up… he believes that ill be thrust out into the vortex of nothingness, leaving him out in the cold world to fend for himself…


wolf, being top dog, has to sit on my lap the entire time i drive… grizz tries his hardest to maneuver his body so all three of our butts are on my seat, but he just cant do it… maybe last week he could of, but for whatever reason my gourmet palette has turned trucker… every time i stop to gas up, i crave corn dogs or pizza… one day i craved them both at the same time… nothing like 12 hour corn dogs baking on steel rollers and thick greasy individual pepperoni pizzas… i could not get enough of them… its become a ritual…


the minute i pull up to the gas pumps, both dogs wake up… wolf on my lap and lil grizz on propped up pillows in between the passenger and driver seat… grizz immediately goes into panic mode, scratching and clawing his way up my seat then grabs me around the backside of my neck… wolf barks and growls at grizz as lil grizz screams at the top of his lungs… i have to pry grizz off my neck, then quickly toss him to the passenger side while wolf is cemented to my lap… im attempting to exit my vehicle and shut the door before grizz makes his way back to me… hes so damn fast i have to toss him twice then slam the door in his face…


its heartbreaking, his little face looking so forlorn, sad and scared… then wolf starts in on him and growls/barks/nips and grizz to get back to the passenger seat… they can be heard the entire way inside the pilot/mobil/jumping j /stations… it takes a while to gas up ole babs so in the meantime i run in to gather my goodies… normally i spot my fodder immediately… to my dismay today i came up empty… what kind of a gas station is this that doesnt have corn dogs or pizza…


babs was only about halfway quenched so i ran across the highway in search of lunch… struck out there as well… wtf… what am i gonna do now… it was a least 20 miles till the next stop i figured… either i get a subway here, or hold off till the next exit… if i stop again before my regular two hour gas up, that means id have to go through the whole wolf and routine one more time… as much as i adore my baby boy grizzlys high pitch screams are wearing on me… i had a major decision to make… grizzes screeches or pizza… pizza or screeches… pizza won…

it shouldnt be much longer… 20, 30 minutes tops i told myself… let the search begin i said to the boys and we took off… i had to pass up two exits because they were the kind you had to drive for a mile to get there… i needed the quick exit off the freeway/highway/ whatever way , then a quick entry back in… last time i opted to drive in, babs, et al got stuck… its now 45 minutes later and i can hardly see straight… i was delirious with images of pizza… i was becoming rapid to the point i could see/smell/feel/hear and taste it… it was just then saw a sign advertising godfathers pizza in the mobil station…


woo hoo… i could hardly contain myself… we did the wolf and grizz show then 7 minutes later my glassy eyes scanned the interior of the station looking for that thick crusted, dried mozzarella encrusted, pasty tomato sauced, 1200 calorie disk of junk food… i started to panic then told myself, this is a good thing… someones in the back making fresh ones… this was gonna be well worth the wait…


i was third in line… my excitement was un containable… just a few more minutes now… omg could this cashier go any slower… if she dosent speed it up im going to expire right here and now in this mobil station… i swear im gonna scream… take his money you moron… why are you soooooooo slow… then the guy in front of me gets into a detailed discussion about which snuff to buy… oh for gods sake… hurry the f*** up… i was fidgeting and lightly stomping my feet then i started heavy sighing… nothing seemed to work… time slowed down even more…


finally it was my turn already… gasping my last breath i chocked out wheres the pizza… oh we dont have any pizza… what i screamed… no pizza, then why do you advertise you have pizza, making no attempts to hide my exasperation… we used to but now we dont… then she said they have it across the street at the bowling alley… but youll have to order and wait for it… i wanted to dismember her… the guy behind me says, they have those personal pizzas in town at henrys… i perked up and asked where henrys was… oh its real easy he says… go to the first stop sign and turn left… youll run right into it… i felt a familiar fore boding feeling… oh oh… directions are never ever ever never ever easy for me… on top of it im so lightheaded with mirages of pizzas floating through my brain there wasnt much room to comprehend rights lefts heres and theres… i shook my head to clear away the fog and payed very close attention to what he was telling me… besides i told myself… this place looked pretty desolate… theres only one straight shot into town… no worries…

an hour later i found my way back to the freeway… pizza less…

today’s ” must have” fun fact…


click here to read about corn dog separation anxiety… er, i mean separation anxiety in dogs…

http://www.humanesociety.org/animals/dogs/tips/separation_anxiety.html

12:20 pm, by larykennedy

are we there yet…

in my two years of living on the road ive avoided having to drive more than 4 hours in a day… im not talking about a destination that would typically be 4 hours away… for me n the boys it ends up being six… i dont like to drive more than 4 hours period… now that i got a caboose i like it even less… i checked out my car on day three of towing and the damn thing has scrapes, dents and scratches on it… wtf… unfortunately, i had a long ass way ahead of me… i had to suck it up and push forward…


after reno i made my way towards salt lake city… i was hoping to stay outside of salt lake somewhere but i truly never know where im gonna land… or when… i really have become extremely allergic to being held to and arrival time… so much so i stopped wearing a watch… imagine that… the thought of it gives me hives… however,my desire to meet up with good friends lo, bobby,and peg became my driving force…


even with all my good intentions,my over confidence, my burning desire cannot overcome the forces that be… in this case the wind… wind is no biggie for average car weighing in at 4 thousand pounds… bdh, mr element, me, the boys and all my stuff probably have a fighting weight of about 20 thousand pounds… put us on a desert highway in the middle of nowhere in winds over 30 miles an hour you got front row seats to a man vs nature segment…


on top of that, we all freaked out as a gigantic bird comes crashing at the windshield… bang,splat, yukkkkkkk… bye bye birdie… the dogs were freaking out… i was freaking out… mainly because it was so big… seeing such a large object coming at me i naturally ducked… the wind kicked us over to the next lane… only good thing was there was no one in the next lane… in fact there was no one as far as i could see… nor anything else… complete nothingness for who knows how long… my gps told me i was 70 miles from a gas station… my gas tank told me it was hungry and may not hold out that long… lordy, lordy, lordy do i love an adventure….


the whole drive through the desert i couldnt help think about the poor guys who had to build this freaking road i was on… well that and a souvenir crack in my windshield, my get me gas noooowwwwwwwww signal flashing hysterically, and my boys shrill barks at the smallest bug who nears our vehicle… i mean, there is nothing here…


the wind worked against me the entire way to elko, nv… i could barely go 30 for about 10 miles at one spot… we limped into the gas station where bdh let out a huge sigh when i opened her mouth… she was bone dry… come to think of it, so was i… we found a pull through spot at a nearby rv park… last one left she said… ill take it i said… how in the hell did the people make that road i asked her… she laughed and said shed thought about that as well… i decided to pop open a coors light in honor of those brave souls… then i popped open another one, for good measure…

today’s “must have” fun fact…


click here to read about serial killer on that long stretch of road i speak of…

man wouldnt that have been a adventure…


http://www.8newsnow.com/story/15042343/i-team-is-a-serial-killer-hunting-motorists-in-northern-nevada

12:34 pm, by larykennedy2 notes

i want to fly like an eagle…

the sun was setting as the boys and i set up camp at the enormous grocery store/mall parking lot off the freeway in chowchilla, ca… this time i would give myself plenty of room to exit… ive had to ask for help getting around obstacles 3 times now… this time i got it figured out… i extended my slide outs,lay down with wolf n grizz and watched a re run of law and order: svu… the only station my antennae tv can pick up is ion… which seems to only run old episodes of law and order… its cool with me cuz i never saw the show the first time… i was exhausted being in the heat all day carting around heaps of dirty metal… it wasnt long before jennifer aniston, brad pitt, and i were arguing over who was gonna buy coffee before we boarded the plane to africa to buy a purple pomeranian puppy named tootles…


i really must have been tired cuz when i woke up it was almost noon… i made arrangements with susan to meet her at her house at 4 pm… i opened the rv door to let the boys do their business… id forgotten about that disturbing noise the stairs made as they dropped down… but then was reminded as the noise became louder as they came back up… i had no idea what to do… if i messed up the motor there was the possibility the stairs would be locked in an open position then id be stuck wherever i was waiting till i could get the fixed… i had to be in minn by friday and for whatever reason i failed to calculate just how long it would take me to get to minnesota from los angeles…


luckily, parker pointed it out to me… i had called him earlier in the day to confirm our plans at meeting up in seattle washington or portland oregon… we were still deciding on which… lar he says why are you going halfway across the country, then turning around and coming all the way back… its not that far i said… its 2000 miles to minnesota from los angeles parker exlaims… get out i said … i didnt think it was that far… i really didnt… honestly i dont understand why i didnt at least glance at mapquest before i left… flying by the seat of my pants has become so common place…


time was of the essence… i went to the element to prep it for departure… the procedure is to start the car, cycle through the gears twice, then put it in drive, hold for a second then finish with it in neutral… then im to let the engine run for 3 minutes before shutting the car off leaving it in neutral… i opened the car door to start the ritual when i realized i had failed to turn the car off and take the key out of the ignition the night before… the car was beyond dead… groovy i said out loud… this is a fine how do you do…


i called pa to fill him in on the latest… he just loves to hear about my bumps in the road… ha ha not exactly… you know lary he says at this rate you are not going to make it to minnesota by friday… sure i will pa, no worries… but i was starting to worry… grateful i had sense enough to purchase aaa for both vehicles i called the number on the card… the aaa guy was young and pleasant… most people under the age of 25 are sweet… havent been knocked around enough to acquire an outer coating of bitterness… he got the element charging while he took a look at the stairs… well, he says it looks like one of the gears is butsed… thats why you hear that awful noise… eventually youre gonna burn out the motor… those stairs wont move then… i suggest you enter and exit through the cab… thanks i said but thought oh brother… this is gonna be a pain in the ass… draggin me, the boys and whatever else out through the narrow opening through bdh and the truck chassis… he suggested that since the car was so dead i drive to wherever im going with the element running… give it time to recharge…


i knew i was gonna be late so i texted cousin susan then finished packing up… by the time i was ready to shove off the element had shut off… oh great i probably fried the battery… aaa guy came out again, charged me up again and said you may have to get a new battery… he left it charging for about 20 minutes… time kept on slipping slipping slipping into the future…


ny reunion with my other two cousins would have to wait… i knew i had to keep moving otherwise id be stuck in california dealing with repairs… i needed to see california slip away… it was time for me to slip into the future…


today’s “must have” fun fact…


lyrics to steve miller bands fly like an eagle…


Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future


I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I’m free
Oh, Lord, through the revolution


Feed the babies
Who don’t have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
House the people
Livin’ in the street
Oh, oh, there’s a solution


I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I’m free
Fly through the revolution


Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future


I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
Till I’m free
Fly through the revolution


Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
Into the future

04:57 pm, by larykennedy

strictly ballroom….

id danced my last dance in la… i was now ready to tap my way to minnesota to cha cha cha with my best buddy laura m aka lo… but first i was off to see my never before met cousin linda in fresno… my uncle john and lindas mom divorced when i was little and my mom and dad got divorced when i was somewhat little and john and my dad didnt hang out so i never really knew my cousins on my dads side… i decided since im living like im dying it was high time for a mixer… it would be bad form to meet up at a funeral… mine no less… although im never having a funeral… more like one huge parteeeeeeeee with my ashes in attendance…


the way i planned it, id first meet up with cousin linda in fresno, then continue north towards my cousin douglas then mosey on over to cousin susans outside of sacramento then zip through all those states inbetween california and minnesota… and land in minnesota on friday… today was the friday before that… plenty of time i said to myself… no worries… only thing is by now i should know better than to ever make concrete plans of any sort cuz my life never ever goes as planned… unfortunately other people have plans they need to adhere to… if i wanted to see everybody on my must see list it was gonna take some slick dance moves on my part…


my cousin linda had kept the weekend open for me yet shed advised me that she had a dance recital on saturday so the only free nite would be friday… perfect i said ill come in friday nite hang with you then watch your show and head towards susans… linda thought it was cool i wanted to go… hell ya i said ive never been to a ballroom exhibition… how much fun was this gonna be… im a huge fan of “so you think you can dance”… ive come to appreciate all the work that goes into each style of dance… i would love to learn how to dance any style other than my own wacky freestyle moves… my problem is my damn directional dyslexia… im turning when i should be spinning, leading when i should be following, and spazing out all over the place since left and right have no meaning to me…


linda was bummed out cuz there are only 2 performances each year and each student dances with their individual dance instructor… unfortunately, her teacher was out with an injury of some sort… this meant linda would not get as much floor time as all the others in her dance studio… she got to do a group dance towards the end of the program and that was it… oh man i felt bad for her… i couldnt help but think of poor fran, the dancer in strictly ballroom, whos partner chickened out and decided to dance the federations steps instead of the controversial new steps they had worked on… so instead of performing with the guy in contention for 1st place at nationals shes relegated to clomping along with the beginner students… so sad… it ended ok though.. the movie that is…


i made it to fresno on friday… it was my first day of towing… luckily i just had to get on the freeway and exit by lindas house… she ran out to meet me and couldnt get over how big i was… my rig, etc that is… we had to drive around for a bit till we found a way for me to get on her street from the opposite direction… no backing up for me… i maneuvered bdh and car directly in front of lindas house… im such a good driver i thought to myself… i snuggled my vehicles up to the curb and jumped out with the boys… linda has two boys of her own as well as two sons… our boys seemed to hit it off ok…


lindas dad, my uncle recently passed away… during the funeral my dad reconnected with his nieces and nephew… thats when my parents found out the kids hadnt spoken to their father for many years… it may not have been the best reunion but it did open communication between family members… well that facebook and words with friends… social media made the transition to a real life meeting a lot smoother… unknown relatives are the same as unknown anyone…


while packing away what was left of my life, id kept out some old photos of our dads, grandparents, etc… to show my cousins… after sucking down a cold one, i ran to the rv, opened the entry door to the rv and watched my stairs automatically fold down… thanks to my perfect park job they folded down, hit the curb, then kept folding down… oh oh thats not good i think as the stairs grind into the cement… wtf.. oh well nothing i can do about it now… i grabbed the pics, close to door then listen to the stairs scrape against the cement on their way back up… my ears are then assaulted by an obnoxiously loud messed up gear noise that goes on forever… omg what have i done now…


whatever it was it would have to wait.. nothin i could do bout it now… linda and i spent the nite comparing the horror stories and the highlights of our youth, laughed fondly about memories of our grandparents, reveled in the similarities/differences in our fathers, poured over all the pictures and before the night was over promised to build on our newly formed relationship…


watching the recital was a kick in the pants… i loved watching everyone glide all over the place… i honestly would have loved to see my cousin twirl around a lot more but ill try and make her october event… id met linda at the venue after unhooking my car for the very first time… funny how it wasnt as simple nor as fast as it was at the dealership… here i am in a parking lot, with a summer dress on, in 89 degree heat, unhooking heavy greasy metal things… i wish someone i knew could have seen me…


linda and i parted ways after the show was over… i had to leave in order to meet susan and family near sacramento the next day… i was still at least 5 hours away… id left the rv and the boys in the large parking lot after asking the old guy in the old car if i could leave bdh there… i realized as i approached the old codger and the old codgers car he didnt own the lot.. it looked like he lived in the car… from the response he made, it appeared hed camp out here quite often with no hassles…


i pull out all the pieces required to get the car hitched, then stare down at it all… why do i constantly put myself in situations where i dont know what the f^#%%#@*& im doing and think im totally capable… 100 degrees in a dress playing with greasy pieces that in total weigh far more than i do in a huge parking lot in fresno by myself with people staring at me all over the place… the old codger happens to pull up in his old codger car, parks it then walks over and asks me if i could use some help… yes please ive been out here going on an hour now… he laughs then once hooked up he wishes me well… thanks is said, then get into bdh, start er up and try to crank her wheels far enough to round the corner and not hit old codgers old car… deeming it impossible i go to the old codgers car and hes sitting in the drivers seat working a crossword puzzle in an old yellowed crossword book… man everything about this guy is old i was thinking… like he stepped out of the grapes of wrath… a relative of tom joad or something…


he graciously moved his car, then tried to maneuver me forward but bdh had lost her graceful way around the dance floor… she was burdened with a dance partner who literally had two left feet… cant you back er up he yells to me… they told me i cant… he says have you ever done it before.. no i yell back… thats why they told you you cant… of course you can back it up… ok i yelled then proceeded to back er up… stop he says you got it jackknifed… omg omg omg my first day out and i broke it… my mind was furiously calculating just how much more money this recent sock hop was gonna cost me… i envisioned 100 dollar bills flying away from me in the wind as i frantically side stepped in attempts to grasp the money… dance lessons aint cheap these days.. id just sunk 3 grand into all the latest and greatest equipment so these two could partner up in a dance across the usa…


after unhitching then rehitching i bid the old codger adieu then headed out into what was now the sunset… i wasnt gonna make it to sacramento in time for the last dance so bdh, her new partner and i hoofed it to chowchilla ca where we holed up in a huge parking lot to spend the nite…

today’s “must have” fun fact…


click here to read about the 1976 chowchilla bus kidnapping…


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1976_Chowchilla_kidnapping

02:05 pm, by larykennedy2 notes

its only a movie…

im breaking into my regularly scheduled program to talk about last nights shooting in aurora colorado…


my nephew rand turned 12 today… for his birthday his mom took him and a few of his friends to see the midnight premiere showing of the dark night rises… most know by now the movie is the latest (and last) installment of the batman series directed by christopher nolan… thats all rand wanted for his birthday… its quite exciting being one of the first to see the latest must see flick of the season… done it a few times… everybodys pumped up in anticipation, the crowd is upbeat, and there’s a sense of united community… its an exciting experience… this would be rands first midnight premiere… he was turning 12 after all… its his time…


rands dad works for the city of aurora but rand, his brother/sisters/mum/dad live in another suburb of denver… since dad had to get up early to work it was mum who had to down a ton of coffee in preparation for the upcoming birthday celebration… im not sure of the exact events leading up to the countdown but im imagining as the hours then minutes ticked down the excitement in the boys grew exponentially… im sure for mum the minutes were dragging as equally as she was…


as showtime was approaching, im thinking mum piles the kids into the minivan, checks to see they are all securely confined, then makes her way towards the theatre… mum allowed plenty of time to make sure they are the first in line… whats the point of seeing a movie if you cant see it from the very front row… mum did her homework well… after waiting in line for the appropriate amount of time the doors opened and the boys rushed to grab neck breaker seats…

with the crowd pouring in, grabbing at any seat in sight, the place fills fast… at this point everyones giddy… chatter is high, kids are scanning the crowds for friends- seeing who else is as cool as they are for being there, checking out guys/girls, reveling at being out past 9 pm… one kid starts throwing candy at a kid two isles over… a parent steps in to maintain order… a few kids are dressed up in what are supposed to resemble batman characters… a 20 something couple to the far right are slouched down low in attempts to hide their make-out session… a mom behind rand and his mum is playing words with friends on her iphone while her rowdy, brood of four fight amongst themselves…

the crowds attention suddenly switches focus towards the screen… music crescendos through the theatres surround sound system, accompanying seat movement from the bass amp indicating the start of previews… in our family, previews are just as good as the main event… all eyes are riveted towards the front as the voice of all previews ever made booms throughout the theatre… the moment mister announcer man utters his first words they/i/we are immediately transported to the land of make believe… its a marvelous/magnificent/magical/mesmerizing/momentous moment…

like a good comedy warm up act, the promise of what will come has prepped the crowd sufficiently enough to assure all eyes are on stage, butts squarely in seats, and emotions set on high… then as if this minute in time would never get here, the audience lets out a sigh of relief as the opening shot presents itself on the gigantic screen before them…

from what i understand the opening sequence starts with gunshots so gunshots coming from somewhere other than the screen may have taken longer to detect… most likely the gunman figured in the delay response… followed an equation that would result in highest take down rate with least amount of recognition… he did his homework well… he managed to get the highest rate of return… mr gunman now holds the record for the largest mass shooting in the united states…


the terror of what happened in that theatre is something i dont want to imagine so here is where my movie ends… fortunate for me my nephew, his mum and his friends took in the midnight showing at a theatre a few miles from the century 13 theatre in aurora colorado… lucky for me, unlucky for all those involved in this tragic shooting…


life/death/happiness/drama/love/hate/romance/tragedy are ever playing movies in our lives… to those involved in this shooting this is more than likely a horror film… to rand his mom and friends this could be a good luck story, to others it may be a survivor story, and while at the moment i cant fathom it,there is a comedy hidden deep down inside, but more than likely humanity will find a way to make it a story where good overcomes evil… isnt that what batman is all about…


today’s “must have” fun fact….


my whole being goes out to those who are dealing with the pain this situation has caused… my hope is that you find comfort during this incredibly painful time… its moments like these that remind me what is most important in life… however i believe stronger in the belief that why only use moments of tragedy to propel me into action… its always the time to remember whats important…

06:41 pm, by larykennedy

full steam ahead… no looking back…

phil called to let me know all my parts had arrived… i was to be at mcmahons at 8 am the next morning… wtf phil i screamed… 8 in the morning… are you insane… yes he said i am but thats beside the point… if you want the work done in a day you best be here at 8 am… ok ill try i said knowing there was no way i was gonna be there a 8 am… where do i need to take it… westminster he said… westminster id never heard of it… phil said it was about an hour from la… yeah maybe from la but not from northridge… when i realized i had an hour and half drive added to my 8 am call time, i threw up…


i had one last bye bye to make… my neighbor now ex neighbor debbie and i had become good friends over the years of sharing a common wall… she was alway quiet, considerate and friendly… considering i was not its amazing how we became chummy… i adored her golden lab sunday… she tolerated wolf… wolfs a love/hate kinda dog… she had not met grizzly so we made plans for a farewell dinner/meet n greet…


debbie is very devoted to her church… she is deeply religious… what i love about her is that she is a christian in the true sense of the word… she is as non judgmental as they come and while shell discuss her religion if asked she never tries and shove her beliefs down my throat… her church practices joy, acceptance and love… debbie had just returned from tanzania where she was working with a tribe that one of her parishioners devoted his and his familys life to helping… oh man was i ever jealous… i had looked into working with women in africa but in most all of the volunteering situations i would be required to pay my way there as well as lodging during my stay… i had to put that idea on hold… i could hardly wait to see her pictures…


earlier that day i had last minute bs to deal with… id completed my last errand and was exiting the parking lot when the parking attendant tells me i have a flat tire… god what is it with me and vehicles… luckily i signed up for aaa while paul and i were trading off… every once in a while i make a prudent decision… i rushed back to the valley to meet up with debbie… sunday was enamored with grizz… he would not leave him alone… we finally figured out sunday thought he was a chew toy id brought for him… he really did think grizzly was a toy… hes furry, little and squeaks when you squeeze him… we spent the nite laughing at that and looking at all her amazing pics of africa… i will miss her… she was a very good neighbor and friend to me…


i pulled into mcmahons right around 10:49 am… i was pleased with how fast i actually got there… joe the guy at i was scheduled to see, not so much… i apologized profusely and said if they couldnt finish today id come back… phil took me and the boys out to lunch then took me through some of the coaches in his lot… omg i had no idea just how amazing winnebegos really are… these arent my parents winnebegos i thought… not that my parents had a winnebego… oh man my heart was racing… i want a class a winnebego sooooo freaking bad… if i keep breaking all my vehicles i may need one sooner than later…


the tow hitch was attached and ready to go… the guys spent a few minutes showing me how to hook up my car, turn on the brake buddy, and prep the car for towing… naturally i still had no idea how to do any of it when they asked me if i was good to go… yeah sure i said no problem… hahahaha i knew id have problems… oh joe i asked one thing before i go… what do i do if i have to back up… he laughed and said, dont…

today’s” must have” fun fact…

click here to check out debbies cool church…

http://www.caeaglerock.com/


click here to ck out the tanzania organization…


http://www.wildhopeinternational.org/


a big shout out to joe gonzolas at mcmahons rv … thanks for putting up with me!!

http://www.mcmahonrv.com/

02:28 pm, by larykennedy1 note