Happy Birthday Charles Dickens, author of A Christmas Carol, Great Expectations, Hard Times, Oliver Twist and others! I love A Christmas Carol, and have seen all the movies and read the unabridged version of the book! You're a wonderful writer and a satirical genius, relating social problems and poor people in your books of London! You're funny too! You're kind of being mean not answering me! He CAN'T hear me, you say? He's dead? Oh, I thought he was just mean. Oh, well that WOULD make sense that he was born on February 7th, 1812, and that he is 200 years old today. I feel stupid.
This blog post details the events that took place on the 19th of January, 2012.
As we got ready to leave for Gulf Port, Mississippi, we took showers and noticed the cold streams of water coming down from the silver faucet, down our necks and down out backs. I yelled that it as colder than Pluto, and Dad made the chair make a noise along the floor, and made his baggy noises of jingling coins as he opened up the cabinet by the bathroom and sink, and said, "----, THE DIESEL BURNER AINT ON!" Then came censored remarks, because of two reasons, one that we don't like him cussing, and two he knew that anything he said, did or anything like that could be used against him in the blog of Bourne's Big Trip, who's seniorcorrespondent, Andrew, breaks many of the blogging travel stories of this digital age, and my focus for these six last months on this report of a trip around the country made by the Bourne family. I know them pretty well. And David Bourne, the father of the family, knows about me, although I try to be discreet. Well, the constant coming up, nosing my mind in things, and asking about different things and questioning for views, are pretty frequent. Oh well, I have a membership total numbering to 31 OFFICIAL followers, and that makes it all worthwhile. Notice I said official. That's because Mom assures me I have other readers out there, and I have come to believe her. I can name a few, my grandma, my cousins sometimes, and people at the dealership. And another thing-- but wait, we need to be doing a blog post, don't we?
I didn't take a shower, but they did. Dad went as I blogged a little to the restroom very close to our R.V., with towel, shaving materials, and soap, plus a white t shirt and shorts. I really wanted to go to the shower too. So I went with two Dove shampoo and conditioners, and my blue towel and some extra clothes, in flip-flops. It was in the office/store building, up on that mound by the pool. I saw the people we had talked to on Rebecca's birthday just before taking the puppies out, from Iowa who learned of our trip. I had told them it was Dictionary and Thesaurus Day, and they made the usual assumption of old people thinking us kids don't even know what that is, that we're only interested in toys or video games, that we hate school, love being at home and don't know what an oil rig, a cotton gin, the theory of Relativity, and a circuit board, the mechanics of plowing, idioms, or sand testing are, or that Bunker Hill was really fought on Breed's Hill. Most old people think kids don't know all those things. Stereo typists. Oh well. There is a selected few who don't, who we have gotten to know well and have learned that we aren't all like that, the kindly David's and Ma Poc and Pop, plus Bill and Debby. But to the blog. I saw those people and said hello to them, and typed in the code before entering the men's restroom. I heard the shower going and saw that there was a person in the stall, and Dad in the shower. I talked to Dad as he said I would have to wait, and he constantly reminded me over the noise of the water and the man in the stall grunting and doing the thing with the toilet paper that you needed to wear your flip flops in the shower, because if you don't you'll get a thing called Athlete's foot, and you don't want that, he said. Also that he was going to keep his soap in there, but when done to put it in the rag and take it back, and if I didn't, my computer would be pounded to bits!
Just kidding, he said such no thing. But if you do a bad thing, just Dad's scolding face and yelling is enough to make you NEVER want to do it again. Uh-nuh. Never. After the man had left, I amused myself with looking at the pictures on the wall and making funny faces in the mirror. Then I told a story to Dad about me at a camp called Woodlands, and some funny stories about the bathroom. Like a kid coming in on me when I was undressing, or of all the dodge ball injuries in the greenhouse they turned into a gym, and that I helped out the hurt. I was hurt too. It was a stupid game. Adults against kids, with noodles in their hands. Maniacs. I was hit into a metal pole by this hot dog guy with sunglasses, and he was my enemy for the rest of the time. On the field when we were playing water throwing, I threw one at him. Oh yeah. But why am I talking of old camp tales, I need to tell you about our trip. So Dad got our and actually took my clothes, saying that I was just going to take the clothes I had on and when done with the shower put those back on, and change at the R.V., because they were going to get wet and it would be hard to change with my flip-flops on, and they would be really dirty when we had ended the thing. Then I said goodbye to Dad, and put my hat on the hangar on the door, and my towel there too, as I got off my t shirt and shorts, and the shorts part was hard. Had to make it go around the flip flops. Very puzzling. I put on the water, basked in it's warmness, and rubbed my hair with shampoo, then washed it, then did conditioner, waited for a minute, and after that rubbed the soap and dried off. Dad was right, very wet was my clothes, or at least damp. It was all done. I had thought about blogging when I was in there, and that's a thing I think about a lot, how to keep up and catch up, remembering days of past. It's hard.
Back at home I changed as Dad contacted the repair man who "fixed" the R.V. in Lilian at the KOA, Daryl, and that he had another guy named Mike who could help out this time. We were to meet at a Walmart. Glad they came from where they were in Lilian. Man does he have guts, to show up and try again after his last attempt failed and we had to pay money for it, he is a pretty brave guy. So, we did the whole process of the slides going in and the set up done, and drove to a Walmart in some town, which isn't important. As we stopped in one of the rows, Dad got our to meet Darell and Mike, and we hoped against all hope that it please, please would work this time. Oh so did we hope. Well, for at least an hour I stayed and blogged, and read a small amount. Rebecca did her barbies, and watched T.V. in the back as Dad tried to help them out with where the Aqua Hot is, in a bay, a machine thing that produces hot water.Mom made a grocery list with my help, and later went in the jeep. I didn't get much action for you. So let's just skip over this little hurdle. I called Mom to see if she could get some yogurt for me, and didn't get an answer. On the voicemail I just stated that if she was already in line or outside not to go back, it wasn't worth that. Dad told me she went back, and I was sad, that I hadn't said to do that and that she "didn't need to do that." Dad then told me he was joking. I can't wait 'til April Fools, I'll have Dr. Von Handson to help me. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAMUHAHAHAHA!
Mom came back with a sandwich, which I ate with thankfulness. But I didn't like the turkey and it had too much mayonnaise. Mom said that she got me yogurt after I called, but she wasn't in line or anything. Then Dad came in and said that he payed for a second time of "fixing" from Mike and Daryl, and that we needed to pull out. We drove to Biloxi/ Gulf Port, along the line of casinos and everything. But I'll describe that later. We saw this old high sign with grey background, and red lettering saying: Cajun R.V. Park and had an alligator on it. Dad and I went into a grey building also connected to a pool, but with a deck and everything to the side. There was a room with a counter with a black haired guy with glasses, who checked us in. Very nice guy. We parked, took the dogs out for a ride, and had a site on a row with a motel to the right of us and a road going straight and another going down to the left. Mom and Dad talked to people as they passed by, telling one lady to find a magic stick and make the rain go away. She laughed. It was a good time for Rebecca and I, biking around, and going down rows and saying hello. We saw people from Minnesota, and talked to them a little. There was a wooden playground with a few slides and things. We played on it and Rebecca was a girl named Lindsey, who loves Sherlock Holmes and mystery, and I was Jack, a dumb football sibling. We played a whole long cool mystery, in the rally hall, with the coffee table and shelves of books, and the tables and closet in the back with T.V.'s and brochures, plus a supply place at the back also. It was fun. Well, when we returned some Canadians were talking in the chairs outside, and Rebecca and I waited for a long time inside to get fed. I came out as Mom said, "I'll come in a minute." I wanted it in writing. And came out with pencil and paper. Mom ushered me back in.
When she came in and got me spaghetti and Rebecca butter toast, she said the people weren't actually very enjoyable. She said they had contrary views about America and politics. Also, they were a little chilly.When Dad came in and they left, we then went to bed with T.V. and crime shows, and American Idol. It was an alright day, minus paying again for something to be redone and the boring drive. It was alright though.
Goodbye for now.
Mike and Daryl's, we eat and sit, you pay!,Call at 1-800 LAZY MEN today!,
Just kidding, he said such no thing. But if you do a bad thing, just Dad's scolding face and yelling is enough to make you NEVER want to do it again. Uh-nuh. Never. After the man had left, I amused myself with looking at the pictures on the wall and making funny faces in the mirror. Then I told a story to Dad about me at a camp called Woodlands, and some funny stories about the bathroom. Like a kid coming in on me when I was undressing, or of all the dodge ball injuries in the greenhouse they turned into a gym, and that I helped out the hurt. I was hurt too. It was a stupid game. Adults against kids, with noodles in their hands. Maniacs. I was hit into a metal pole by this hot dog guy with sunglasses, and he was my enemy for the rest of the time. On the field when we were playing water throwing, I threw one at him. Oh yeah. But why am I talking of old camp tales, I need to tell you about our trip. So Dad got our and actually took my clothes, saying that I was just going to take the clothes I had on and when done with the shower put those back on, and change at the R.V., because they were going to get wet and it would be hard to change with my flip-flops on, and they would be really dirty when we had ended the thing. Then I said goodbye to Dad, and put my hat on the hangar on the door, and my towel there too, as I got off my t shirt and shorts, and the shorts part was hard. Had to make it go around the flip flops. Very puzzling. I put on the water, basked in it's warmness, and rubbed my hair with shampoo, then washed it, then did conditioner, waited for a minute, and after that rubbed the soap and dried off. Dad was right, very wet was my clothes, or at least damp. It was all done. I had thought about blogging when I was in there, and that's a thing I think about a lot, how to keep up and catch up, remembering days of past. It's hard.
Back at home I changed as Dad contacted the repair man who "fixed" the R.V. in Lilian at the KOA, Daryl, and that he had another guy named Mike who could help out this time. We were to meet at a Walmart. Glad they came from where they were in Lilian. Man does he have guts, to show up and try again after his last attempt failed and we had to pay money for it, he is a pretty brave guy. So, we did the whole process of the slides going in and the set up done, and drove to a Walmart in some town, which isn't important. As we stopped in one of the rows, Dad got our to meet Darell and Mike, and we hoped against all hope that it please, please would work this time. Oh so did we hope. Well, for at least an hour I stayed and blogged, and read a small amount. Rebecca did her barbies, and watched T.V. in the back as Dad tried to help them out with where the Aqua Hot is, in a bay, a machine thing that produces hot water.Mom made a grocery list with my help, and later went in the jeep. I didn't get much action for you. So let's just skip over this little hurdle. I called Mom to see if she could get some yogurt for me, and didn't get an answer. On the voicemail I just stated that if she was already in line or outside not to go back, it wasn't worth that. Dad told me she went back, and I was sad, that I hadn't said to do that and that she "didn't need to do that." Dad then told me he was joking. I can't wait 'til April Fools, I'll have Dr. Von Handson to help me. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAMUHAHAHAHA!
Mom came back with a sandwich, which I ate with thankfulness. But I didn't like the turkey and it had too much mayonnaise. Mom said that she got me yogurt after I called, but she wasn't in line or anything. Then Dad came in and said that he payed for a second time of "fixing" from Mike and Daryl, and that we needed to pull out. We drove to Biloxi/ Gulf Port, along the line of casinos and everything. But I'll describe that later. We saw this old high sign with grey background, and red lettering saying: Cajun R.V. Park and had an alligator on it. Dad and I went into a grey building also connected to a pool, but with a deck and everything to the side. There was a room with a counter with a black haired guy with glasses, who checked us in. Very nice guy. We parked, took the dogs out for a ride, and had a site on a row with a motel to the right of us and a road going straight and another going down to the left. Mom and Dad talked to people as they passed by, telling one lady to find a magic stick and make the rain go away. She laughed. It was a good time for Rebecca and I, biking around, and going down rows and saying hello. We saw people from Minnesota, and talked to them a little. There was a wooden playground with a few slides and things. We played on it and Rebecca was a girl named Lindsey, who loves Sherlock Holmes and mystery, and I was Jack, a dumb football sibling. We played a whole long cool mystery, in the rally hall, with the coffee table and shelves of books, and the tables and closet in the back with T.V.'s and brochures, plus a supply place at the back also. It was fun. Well, when we returned some Canadians were talking in the chairs outside, and Rebecca and I waited for a long time inside to get fed. I came out as Mom said, "I'll come in a minute." I wanted it in writing. And came out with pencil and paper. Mom ushered me back in.
When she came in and got me spaghetti and Rebecca butter toast, she said the people weren't actually very enjoyable. She said they had contrary views about America and politics. Also, they were a little chilly.When Dad came in and they left, we then went to bed with T.V. and crime shows, and American Idol. It was an alright day, minus paying again for something to be redone and the boring drive. It was alright though.
Goodbye for now.
Mike and Daryl's, we eat and sit, you pay!,Call at 1-800 LAZY MEN today!,
- Andrew.
Hi Andrew,
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Jane