Do I Look Excited?!

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Apr 292012


I am more excited than I have been in a long, long time.  I just got off the phone with a couple of almost life-long friends who live in Beaufort, SC.  I can’t wait to see them.  I spent today loading up da Beastmobile with all the “essentials.”  Now, what is essential to one, might not be so essential to others.  Some essentials I put on board, other than what would be obvious to y’all, are a shrimp peeler, my fishing gear, my weights and workout videos, a weight bench, a stepper, several different types of protein powder, and … wait for it … MIDOL!  I labeled EVERYTHING, especially the protein powder and laundry detergent.  If I have a wreck, I don’t want the po-po thinking I am transporting cocaine or meth around.

Got the bike mounted …

It might not look pretty, but who cares?  It’s crooked, I know.  The dang thing I hooked it to is crooked.  My across-the-street neighbor got it all set up and said, “Well you don’t want to look like a goofball; let me try to straighten it out.”  I said, “NO!  You don’t understand … I DO want to look like a goofball.  Leave it as it is.”  I locked the 2-wheeler to the bumper and secured the handlebars.  Perfect.  Til my other neighbor, the one who was SUPPOSED to help me hook it all up, came by.  “Oh, well who did THAT for you?” he asked.  Ah yes, neighborhood competition.  Then he said, “Why are you taking that thing anyway?  You gonna ride a buncha bike trails?”

“Really … you need to ask?  It’s alternative transportation, Dorkface.  What if I break down in the middle of nowhere, no cell service and nobody around to help?  At least I can jump on the dang bike and go … well … somewhere.  I even packed an empty gas can.  Or what if I am stuck in a campground and out of peanut butter, or ground beef, or gahhhlic, or … GASP … Midol?!  I can hop on the bike and head to the nearest store.  Duh, get a grip, dude.”  Sheesh … some people.

I also got my roof carrier on … that was hard.  Only cuz it was the hottest time of the day:

It’s not full so I guess that is why it doesn’t look like it did in the ad.  In the ad, it looked like a perfect rectangle, full of perfectly sized objects.  I put the add-a-room stuff in it.  That was fun carrying up the ladder in 5 or so trips.  I almost fell off the roof a couple times.  I reckon that will happen at some point, but I am trying to avoid it.  Anyway, it doesn’t look nearly as pretty as I had hoped, but it is certainly functional, and at least I won’t hafta carry that stuff down the ladder; I can just throw it down to the ground.

And here is my wardrobe, lol:

Ya, still room for lots more.  I dunno what to bring!  I want to bring everything, but that would be silly.  I’ll figure it out tomorrow.  There is a lot more room in da Beastmobile than I gave it credit for.  Tomorrow, I will check into a local campground to test the waters.  And Wednesday, I am outta here for a month.  How cool is that?

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What to Bring …

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Apr 282012


I’ve been giggling up a storm today.  So much to do, but I only wanna do the stuff that I know will work.  Packing stuff … that works.  But what to bring?  I figured the most important thing is grub.  So I loaded the above cabinet with stuff from da house.  Then I stocked up the “spice rack:”

I couldn’t fit them all.  Granted, I will probably never use them all in the one month I will be gone, but at least I have them.  If I end up having to eat rabbit, squirrel, or who knows what else, I will be able to make them taste good …. whether it be squirrel soufflé, rabbit roast beef, or possum parmesan.  Oh, and the top shelf is reserved for Sammie … plenty of dog chow and treats.

I had three people stop by today.  One was an 80-sumpn-year-old man, the father of my neighbor (Danny), who promised to help me with the plumbing and teased me about traveling 5 miles to stay at a local campground, the grandfather to Garrett, who loved my ZekeyBoy so much.  I had helped him one night as police officer in Highlands.  The security alarm went off at his glass museum due to heavy rain.  He didn’t need to come out, but he did and drove off the road a bit, rendering his SUV in need of a tow.  I didn’t even know he was my neighbor’s relative til much later.

Then another neighbor stopped by.  My late husband had given him a ride one day and referred to him as “stinky.”  Just being honest, not mean.  He stinks.  He is on oxygen and smokes like a chimney.  And his criminal son has lived with him for years.  Said son plays “boom-boom” music at all hours of the day, keeping da ‘hood awake.  He had asked me the other day if I would go to lunch with him.  I said no.  He is very hard of hearing.  He showed up today and asked me if I was ready to go.  Again I told him no.  Here’s how he started the conversation:  “What the hell did you do with your hair after you combed it today?”  I’ve got Curly-Q-Itis, but I didn’t think it was THAT bad.  He also once told me I need to push myself away from the dinner table.  Really?  I’m skinnier than most, too skinny for that matter.  Ya, like I’m gonna go to lunch with him.  Get real, Goober.

Danny and his wife did stop by with sweet Garrett to help.  He, unfortunately, couldn’t get the hot water heater going, and he discovered a leak or two or five.  I could tell that bothered him … he is a man after all.  I offered to pull out the owner’s manual, but you know how that goes.  I appreciated his effort.  He did help me with the bike rack another neighbor gave me, so at least now I know I can take my Trek with me.  He told me what bolts, nuts, and washers to buy and said he would be back to hook it all up.  I told him I was perfectly capable, and he said, “Look … do you want the bike to arrive at the same place you do?!”  Men are so funny.  I will stroke his ego and let him hook it all up.  We all had a lotta laughs, which is most important.  I love laughing and making others laugh.

So I am loading more clothes and other stuff than I probably need, but I am trying to be reasonable.  I teased a friend and texted him saying I was packing chains for the tires, snowshoes, and a trailer full of MRE’s just in case.  I just won’t be stopped.  Yes, these leaks in the plumbing we are finding are disappointing, but that will not alter my plans.  Every campground I have reservations at has plumbing facilities.  I will be fine.

On a funny note, I went to Lowes to get the bolt and other hardware I need to hook up da bike.  My ex-employer, the sheriff’s office, was conducting a license check a half mile from my home.  The officer, whom I worked with at the SO and at Highlands PD, didn’t even recognize me til I handed him my license.  His response was even funnier.  Then on the way back they just waved me through.  I miss workin’ with those guys, but it just wasn’t meant to be I reckon.



However, it is the face of a determined woman who loves to learn new stuff and can’t wait to get the show on the road.  Howzabout all them gray hairs?!  Ugh.  And I need a tan.  Soon I will have one.

Anyway, I only had a few hours to spend on da Beastmobile today.  I had people to see and places to go.  One of my neighbors stopped by.  He said, “When ya leaving?”  I told him I wanted to try to spend a couple days at a local campground, about 5 miles away, before my actual departure date of May 2.  He laughed and said, “You gonna make that trip in one day?!”  I told him that no, I’d probably hafta stop at Bill’s Aluminum, about the halfway point, for the night.  Jerk.  It as hilarious, actually.  For those who have followed my blog, this was Garrett’s dad, the youngin’ who said ZekeyBoy was his best friend.  Super nice family.

So then he goes on to say he has been around motor homes all his life and knows his way around them quite well. I was like, “Well, what are you waiting for … get your butt over here and help out an RV novice, dang it!”  He is a busy man and said, “Well, I have a baseball game to go to Saturday,” and listed a bunch of other stuff he has to do.  Then he said, “And somewhere in there I’ve gotta find time to drink a beer.”  Hooyah!  I said, “I HAVE BEER and you can have as much as you want!”  Two birds, one stone.

He is gonna help me fire up the hot water heater some time this weekend; apparently he is afraid I will blow myself up … quite thoughtful I reckon.  And, he gave me some tips on the plumbing.  I could not get it to leak again today.  Hmmm … maybe the plumbing fairy visited last night and patched up the leak.  I since remembered, though, that I didn’t run any of the hot water valves today, not sure if that makes a difference.  Time will tell.  I did learn from him that some of the leakage was due to overflow.  He also showed me how to drain the gray water vs. the black water.  Good to know info.  Also good is I am confident the leak, if there is one, is not black water.

So I dunno if I’m gonna make it to the local campground to test everything out or not.  I want to make sure there are no leaks first.  We shall see.  Gonna be a fun and interesting weekend working on da Beastmobile.  I can’t wait!  Hope y’all have a good’n.




But first, a word from our sponsor … the American flag, who is VERY excited to be joining me on my Unleash da Beast U.S. Tour.  This is an excerpt … to read it in full, please click My Name is Old Glory:

My Name Is Old Glory
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I am the flag of the United States of America
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world’s tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America’s halls of justice.
I fly majestically over great institutes of learning.
I stand guard with the greatest military power in the world.
Look up! And see me!
I stand for peace, honor, truth, and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident . . . I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
my head is a little higher,
my colors a little truer.
I bow to no one.
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped.
I am saluted.
I am respected.
I am revered. I am loved.
And I am feared …
… My name is Old Glory.
Dear God . . . Long may I wave.

SMSgt. Don S. Miller, USAF (Ret.)

And now back for a recap of the game … Me vs. da Beastmobile Plumbing System, a fierce battle.  Due to heavy rain here in Western NC this morning, the much-anticipated match was postponed for a few hours, but come noontime, it was on.  The crowd, unfortunately, had already gone home.

Granted, I knew very little, well nearly nothing, about my opponent, but I had the interwebz on my side and had printed out a step-by-step guide on how to conquer da BM.  I hooked up a hose to fill up the fresh water holding tank, and BOOM, water began gushing out underneath the camper.  Score one for da BM.  I thought, “Oh hell, I’m doomed.”  I continued to follow the instructions I had printed.  I let the tank fill up and then turned on the pump and opened up, one by one, the sinks, shower, and toilet, to get water running through.  Well the water came through, but the pressure was poor.  There was even water gushing out of the hot water heater.  Haven’t figured that one out yet.  Water was everywhere!

So I put down some rubber mats and crawled underneath my opponent.  While this made me feel very vulnerable, I felt it was a good strategy.  I had to see where all the water was coming from.  My cheerleader, Sammie, joined me underneath the BM and licked my face in support.  I pushed her away and said, “Can’t you just shake your pompoms?”  I discovered the water was coming from two very small tubes.  I thought maybe these tubes had once been attached to each other and led to the gray water tank???  Wrong.

After some research, I learned that there should be a valve (or two or three as it turned out) to turn off.  When the last owner “winterized” da BM, he opened up said valves to empty the water tank.  Do you know how hard it was to recognize and find them?!  I found three, so maybe there were three tubes underneath.  They looked like pull pins on grenades:

If you click on the pics, you will see what I mean, I hope.  Anyway, all I had to do was push them all down, and that stopped the dang water from leaking outta the holding tank.  I was able to run all the water sources from sinks to shower to toilet, and the water pressure was great. Score one for me … tie score!  At this point, I figured I’d worked hard enough for one day so started putting things away.  Then I noticed water dripping under da BM.  I once again climbed underneath to investigate.  It looks like somebody has tried to fix said leak with 14 cans of Great Stuff insulation spray.  Score another on for da BM.  Final score 2-1.

But no worries, there will be a rematch.  I will fix that leak come hell or high … well the water is already high, but you know what I mean.

And as far as the flag, I’m not gonna drive with it sticking out like that.  I will display it in every campground I stay.  After all, what I am doing is so very American, so very free, so very brave.  But I can do it cuz I live in the greatest nation on Earth, much thanks to all who have fought for and even died for our freedom.  What an amazing sacrifice.

Apr 252012



My goal today was to get the awning and add-a-room up and running.  Easy peasy, right?  For most peeps, I reckon.  I couldn’t even find the dang pull strap to pull the awning out.  I frantically ordered another one, thinking my awning just didn’t come equipped with one.  Then, I realized I didn’t have the goofy sumpn sumpn all the way up to “open.”  Fixing that did the trick, and viola, the pull strap appeared.  Thankfully, I was able to cancel my replacement order.

OK, so I dig out the add-a-room pieces and manual.  I made it to step 4, where it said, “Zip the short zipper insert onto the door panel.  Zip the long zipper insert onto the front panel.”  Hmmm.  Ok.  I found the door panel as well as the front panel already attached to one another, but I could not for the life of me find a short or long zipper insert.  I finally figured out they were already attached.  WTH?  For my own sanity, I deduced that I was sent a returned item, and the previous owner had completed step 4 already.  Yea, that’s the ticket.

It took me awhile, but as you can see in the pic above, I was able to get the front panel on.  Note that it is in “rain mode.”  The white panels roll up to reveal a screen.  Then the directions got all mathematical on me, AND they included the use of a drill.  Crap.  Well, at least I had Sammie around to help me:

Ya, I dunno what I would’ve done without her.  Woo wee!

So the mathematical stuff … every time it said to measure “in” or “up” and mark the spot, I went the wrong way.  Does “up” not mean north, and “in” not mean toward the center?  Not according to the pics in the manual.  And the drilling stuff, well I didn’t dare drill in the wrong place.  I did, however, search for and find the necessary 5/16” drill bit.  Did you know that some drill bits have their sizes engraved on them and some don’t?  However, the ones that do you need a high-powered magnifying glass to read?  I did end up finding what I needed after breaking into my neighbors’ garage.  They are away … nobody will ever know.

But then, I had visitors … Miss Julia and Good Golly Miss Folly Freak Dog:

I had to entertain; rudeness is just not my nature.  Sammie took care of the rudeness by growling at this poor li’l pup who is 1/100 of her size.  Earlier in the day, Sammie had let Folly lay across her neck.  I guess it’s a love/hate relationship.

So I did my good deed for the day, and then I decided to put the add-a-room project on hold and work on the plumbing.  I got as far as printing out instructions on how to “de-winterize” a motor home.  Then mother nature took over and the rain came.  I was so sad.  Time is running out.  I feel like I did in grade school when a book report was due the next day and I hadn’t even read the book OR bought the Cliff Notes.

Not really.  I don’t really care.  It will all work out.  Life’s too short to sweat the small stuff.  I ain’t gonna let this add-a-room beat me or the plumbing.  Every campground I made reservations at has showers and bathrooms, so if worse comes to worst, I will use them.  Everything else seems to be working, so I betcha the plumbing will too.




Oh my freaking head … THIS is why I want to camp.  My late hubby got me started in camping, and I was less than enthused.  As a child, I boated, and that was awesome, swimming with the jellyfish.  But peeing into a bucket didn’t really suit me well.  Late hubby and I plopped down $2000 for a really old Jayco pop-up trailer.  Thankfully, it had all the amenities, by that I mean a toilet and shower.  Our first trip was to Hillsborough County State Park in FL.  We entered this mosquito-infested swampland and I was like, “Oh, Lord, what was I thinking?”

Then, my old man (I hate that term, as I do “my old lady,” but it is endearing around here), set up the awning and screened-in add-a-room.  It was so cool to sit in a shaded, screened-in area and observe the true beauty that surrounded us … the woods, a creek, mosquitoes on the OTHER side of the screen … sweet.  No need for conversation.  We just listened to the sounds, smelled the damp forest, and saw the lightning bugs as they lit up.  True peace and beauty.

I haven’t pulled the awning owt yet .. I mean out … and here’s why:  I don’t know how!  But I came up with a perfect excuse.  It’s windy out.  The last thing I need is for da Beastmobile to take orbit.  Don’t get me wrong.  I want to whip that baby out and attach the screen room just to see it in all its wonder, and I reckon I will do so tomorrow.  I think I am just delaying gratification.  I’m afraid it will just be too perfect, hehe.


Also today I bought a “beginner” fishergal kit.  AND, I changed the reel on my rod.  The one on there seemed broken, and I really prefer the enclosed case doohickey.  I like to push buttons.  I did, as you can see, put the old reel in the tackle box.  I had to fill the frigger up, and I figured if I saw some handsome dude fishing, I could pull out that reel and garner huge sympathy.  “Look at this nice reel … please help me fix it … I’m hungry.”

Apr 232012



Ok, well maybe I am.  Are y’all familiar with that term (I certainly don’t mean to insult anyone’s intelligence)?  An Indian giver is someone who gives someone something and then wants it back, but does that apply to EVERY circumstance?  I think not.  I gave my neighbor a box of lava rock thingies to go into a gas grill.  After all, I’d sold my gas grill, so I wouldn’t need them anymore, right?  Well, not exactly.  I bought a tabletop grill to put in da Beastmobile.  I thought, “Oh crap, I need those lava rocks back.”  Neighbors were in Florida … I found them on their porch … they were mine again.  Had I known I might need them, I would’ve kept them!  I mean, duh!

I told my neighbor I took them back, and he hadn’t even remembered I had given them to him.  Me and my big mouth.  Turned out the joke was on me.  Seems my new Weber Go-Anywhere Gas Grill is, per the owner’s manual, “Equipped with the advanced Flavorizer System that eliminates messy, grease-collecting lava rocks.”  Flavorizer System?  I never new what the rocks were for, but certainly they didn’t enhance the flavor of any flesh I was cooking … or did they?!  I thought the rocks aided in heat distribution?  I am hoping Mythbusters will cover this subject one day.

A few months after my late husband passed, I gave a very good friend a fishing pole that had belonged to Don.  I didn’t fish … at the time.  I never thought I would.  Then I fished last summer with a dude who lit a fire under my arse.  He was clearly pissed off at the absence of fishing skills I possessed.  Whatever.  I can catch a pollywog with a baby food jar better than anyone; he’s probably never even heard of a pollywog.  And the fish he caught had nasty sores all over their shimmering scales.  Yum.  I still had fun, even if his blood was boiling, and I laugh about it often.

So back to that fishing pole I gave away.  My friend offered it back to me when I explained my plight … “Look, I’m unemployed, I dunno how I will afford to eat while traveling, what, with the prices of gas these days, but I do know that every campground I am staying at offers fishing.”  I know dang well that a few are catch and release, but I didn’t feel the need to share that information.  I knew he hadn’t used the rod at all yet but said, sheepishly, “Oh, I couldn’t POSSIBLY take back something I gave you.”  Long story short, I’ve got it back.  So I’m looking at it thinking, “Hmmm … it’s an Ugly Stick … perfect.  I’m gonna walk around every campground I stay in carrying this thing.  When the men say, ‘that’s one hell of an ugly chick,’ I will just assume they are admiring my pollywog pole.”

Smile with tongue out

Feelin’ da Love!

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Apr 232012



Yup, Sammie and I took the plunge and rededicated ourselves to each other, hehe.  Hell, I ain’t having any luck with men, so why not renew my vows with my ever faithful mutt, my big bag of brat, my boo?  I know she will never let me down, and I hope I never let her down.

Something changed between me and da Samster after we lost our beloved ZekeyBoy that fateful day he wrestled with a UPS truck and lost.  We formed a bond that we hadn’t shared before.  We always loved each other, but Sammie was daddy’s li’l girl.  Her human daddy was retired and home with her all the time.  She followed him around the yard while he worked during the day and sat in a rocking chair beside him every single night on the front porch.  This pic was taken on November 5, 2010, a week before we lost Don:


The night ZB took off for the Rainbow Bridge, Sammie cuddled with me while I cried myself to sleep.  It used to be she would sleep on the couch part of the night and at the end of my bed the rest of it.  Now, she is with me 95% the time I am laying in the bed.  For a couple days AZ (after ZekeyBoy), it was obvious Sammie was in mourning, but then something odd happened.  She developed a new spring in her step, a sweet kind of youthful playfulness.  It seemed like she was taking on some of ZB’s characteristics.  She would run a lot more during our “walks,” she would growl at the horses as if trying to round them up like ZB used to do, she would ask me to share my cheeseburgers with her, and she would even lift a hind leg up to pee.  I kid you not!

I wake up every day now to a face licking, complete with wet willies and eyewashes.  I giggle madly as Sammie ravishes my ear wax and sleepy seeds.  I can’t think of a better way to start my day.  I know, it sounds kinda gross, especially if you are not into dogs, but I wouldn’t trade my sweet Sammie Sad Eyes for anything in this crazy world.  She is my only constant.  Oh, and I do wash my face as soon as I drag outta the bed, lol, but I don’t let her see that, might hurt her precious heart.


I look into your eyes
I look into your eyes and can see,
The trust that is built between you and me.
You never judge me when I am blue,
You are a friend that’s always true.
The life you lead is like that of a child,
Sometimes you’re calm and sometimes you’re wild.
We walk outside every day,
And that is when we both like to play.
If life was as simple as it seems to be for you,
We would be content and happy too.
Your loyalty is one of love,
You are a gift from heaven above.
It’s hard to think of you as just a pet,
When you are the best friend I could ever get.
I know to most you’re only a dog that lives here,
But to me you’re the friend that is always near. — Author unknown.

Yesterday …

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Apr 222012



As I said in my last blog post, my plan for yesterday was to take da Beastmobile to the shop to replace some belt that would squeal really loudly whenever I fired the rig up. And then I was going to work on the plumbing, by that I mean hooking up a water hose, flushing out the system, and doing whatever else that might entail. Honestly, though, I don’t know what it all entails. So instead, I laid around all afternoon. I did, however, get to the shop early in the day.

It was Sammie-Dawg’s first ride in da Beastmobile. She was a li’l bit apprehensive. She’d been inside da BM several times but never for a ride. She loves riding in the truck. She didn’t know what to make of all the space. On the way, I couldn’t get her to settle into the passenger seat; instead she sat on the floor right beside me. She was so low to the floor that she couldn’t even see out any windows per se. I just kept petting her to make her feel better. I had to run into the grocery store before the shop opened and was pleased to see good ole Sammie Sad Eyes sitting up in the driver’s seat, like a boss, when I came out.

Just before arriving at the garage, I tried to clean my windshield and noticed the wiper blades were in pretty sad shape. I decided I’d have the dude put some brand-spanking-new ones on. After all, what if I get lost in a rainforest during my trip? Hmmm, are there even any rainforests in the U.S.? Maybe not, but with the way the ecosystem is changing so rapidly, one never knows, right?! Heck, we’ve had temps in the 80s around here over the last month and tonight they are calling for snow!

So at the shop I was told the belt was in good shape; it just needed to be tightened. Sweet, give that big bad belt an attitude adjustment, and hopefully it’ll stop squawking so loudly. Sammie was whiny and nervous in the waiting room. I reckon she thought we were at the vet and that she would soon have a cold, foreign object stuck in a very unpleasant place. We were both happy to see Mr. Mechanic pull da BM outta the shop.

In doing so, however, he discovered the front shocks were really bad. I knew something didn’t feel right, but I’d never driven anything the size of da BM. I thought maybe the brakes were bad but had them checked and was told they were ok. This dude explained to me how shocks were supposed to work and said they are an easy and fairly inexpensive fix so to come back some time if I want. I figured there was no time like the present, especially since I am leaving so soon, and asked him to slap on a new pair.  It was clear by the way da BM handled the bump pulling outta the shop with the new shocks on that they were desperately needed.

The work I had done on da Beastmobile yesterday morning got me to thinking. I need to do the exact kind of work on myself. Just like installing new wiper blades and discarding the old, I need to clear my vision and start seeing situations in my life through a clean slate of glass instead of the same old foggy and distorted pane/pain I have been. I need to throw some of my tattered views into the trash, as I did the old wiper blades, and start seeing things with a fresher, more positive perspective.

Like that squeaky belt, I also need an attitude adjustment. Instead of hooting and hollering about things and at people in my life that upset or hurt me and spiraling down into the abyss of self-pity, I need to tighten up my belt of self-discipline and stop making such poor choices. Nothing or nobody can make one feel bad about oneself unless he or she allows it. I’ve got to surround myself only with people who lift me up and stop giving a darn about those who tear me down.

And like the new front shock absorbers have changed the way da Beastmobile handles bumps in the road, making for a much smoother ride, I need to change the way I handle life’s disappointments. Life can be very hard, but it beats the alternative.  While I try very hard to be positive, I have an evil twin who sometimes unleashes her beast. I am ashamed and embarrassed by what this broad says and does sometimes, but thankfully I still have my sense of humor and my desire to change her and myself into a more tolerant, self-confident, positive-thinking person who can shine a light in this world and help others through difficult times.

Today is a new day, another chance at a new beginning, time to turn my evil twin into somebody I can be proud of.




Yup it wasn’t all that big a deal actually.  I simply purchased a 30-amp to 15-amp adaptor thingy from Wal-Mart and ran an extension cord.  I even asked the dude at Wally World to be sure I was buying the right thing.  I’m not so sure he was sure but I was pretty sure so when the cashier asked if I was sure I wanted it, I said, “Sure.” I got most of the inside lights working, still need a bulb or two. The fridge got good ‘n cold … I cleaned that up; it had mold in it … nummy nummy.


But fear not, now it is a whole bunch mo’ cleaner than the one in my kitchen, yikes.

I couldn’t get the bathroom fan working, after proudly replacing the blade all on my own, hehe.  I checked out the fuse box or utility box or breaker switches, whatever.  They confused me.  So I dunno.  I gots more learnin’ to do.  However, this little rotating fan worked like a charm:

It’s in the pic above, hooked under the cabinet.  Thing is, it also kept working AFTER I shut the electricity off.  Hmmm.  Twilight Zone.  I then looked out on the wing and saw a scary monster … oh wait, it’s a motor home, sorry.  Also under the cabinet is one of the light fixtures.  If you click on the pic, you will see I took the covers off.  I cleaned them all.  Why?  Shux, I dunno.  Cuz it kept me busy for a few minutes, made me feel useful.  I wanna pass the Good Housekeeping White Glove Test … who doesn’t?

Put up a new shower curtain and discovered something interesting:

There is a light in the shower.  I am just now realizing I didn’t check that one, nor did I clean the cover.  Dang it!  All good showers should have a well-operating light, right?  Gotta be able to find that soap when you drop it.

Oh and as a side note, I also installed a carbon monoxide detector.  Why?  Cuz I read in a book that they are very important.  Too cool … I got to use a drill, a screwdriver, and plastic anchors.  Wowzee!  I jumped for freakin’ joy when I got ‘er done!  Ya, it doesn’t take much really.  And, no, I didn’t put a level across the top of it cuz it was blatantly obvious the bubble would be nowhere near center, but so what?!

So today the electricity, tomorrow the plumbing.  That won’t be pretty … my plumbing trousers reveal way too much … well you know … what every pair of plumbing jeans reveal too much of.  Say no to crack.  But first it’s off to the garage to get that belt replaced.  What belt?  The noisy one.  That’s all I know.

And Monday, off to the RV shop.  Decided to just pay somebody to hang the doggone awning.  Super psyched, as the awning and add-a-room I’m gonna attach to it will be where I spend a good bit of time.  End of next week, I’ll be moving into Da Beastmobile for a month.  Sweeeeet!  Now if somebody would just come along and buy my house so I could leave this place for good!  Oh wait, not for good … I’ll be back for the local election of 2014.  I’ve got some unfinished bidness!


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