Bus Living, Truck Living, Boat Living. You name it, if you live in a home that is capable of moving by itself, or have the desire to, then this is the place for you.
That reminded me of a true story...I was about 7 years old at my grandparents house. They had company in the back porch room and were visiting while I rumaged in the shed. I came out with a shovel in my hand proceeding to the backyard. My ghrandfather asks, "what are you going to dig"? Without slowing down or turning around I shouted over my shoulder, "a hole!" I could hear them all cracking up as I headed off while pondering," what else can you dig with a shovel?"
To think like a child is a great thing.
A grumpy old grandfather always seemed to have a way of one-upping his grandkids. If they told a story of how much it rained on the way to school, he'd tell them about all the times he had to struggle thru chest deep snow for 10 miles uphill both to and from the one room school he went to as a child.
If one of them complained about the neighbor's dog barking at them, he'd tell them about all the times he had to fight off wild cougars and bears when he was just 8 years old and armed only with a slingshot!
If one of them complained that the pizza was too cold, he'd tell them about the winter of '49 when everything was frozen solid for 8 weeks, even the fire in the stove froze and the only food to eat was frozen chunks of potatoes to gnaw on.
There was just no way that anyone could do anything better or quicker then he did it when he was a child. No one could top his stories or brave exploits from his childhood.
One day he was grumping to his little grandson about something the little fellow had done, and telling him that when he was a kid, he would have done it much differently and much better.
"But grandpa, I'm only 6 years old" says the little guy, trying to offer up some sort of defense.
"Well" snorts his grandpa "when I was your age I was 12!"
dburt wrote:...he'd tell them about all the times he had to struggle thru chest deep snow for 10 miles uphill both to and from the one room school he went to as a child...
I remember that winter...it was so cold, we had to thaw out our words just to hear what we were saying...
Seems these two city slickers decided to go on their first fishing trip ever.
They headed for the hills to the lake and went down to the boat docks where they rented a boat and some tackle.
After an extraordinarily successful day of fishing, they were headed home and one slicker said to the other, "That was a blast! We really ought to do this again next weekend!"
The other replied, "You're right! Hey, did you mark the spot where we caught all those fish?"
"Of course!" said the first, "I put a big 'X' on the side of the boat!"
"Boy, are you an idiot!" replied the second, "What if we don't get the same boat next time!?!"
The 1st grade teacher was teaching her young students about the differences between humans and animals. She had invited a local psychologist to help instruct the class on differences in how humans and animals communicate.
The psychologist proceeded to give the students examples of communication methods and tossed out a sidenote tidbit of information, "Class, did you know that of all the creatures on this earth, man is the only one that can suffer from stuttering?"
Little Johnny raised his hand..."Yes?" said the psychologist.
"I don't know about that, sir," Johnny responded, "I was out playing with my doberman Spike the other day in our back yard when all of a sudden, the neighbor's cat Fluffy ran out from under a bush right in front of Spike."
"Fluffy puffed all up and said "S-S-S...S-S-S...S-S-S", but before she could finish saying "SNAP", Spike got her!"
A young cowboy from Texas goes off to college.
Half way through the semester, having foolishly
squandered all his money .... he calls home.
"Dad," he says, "You won't believe what modern education
is developing! They actually have a program here in Missoula
that will teach our dog, Ole' Blue how to talk!"
"That's amazing," his Dad says. "How do I get Ole' Blue
in that program?"
"Just send him down here with $1,000" the young cowboy says
"and I'll get him in the course."
So, his father sends the dog and $1,000.
About two-thirds of the way through the semester,
the money again runs out. The boy calls home.
"So how's Ole' Blue doing son?" his father asks.
"Awesome, Dad, he's talking up a storm," he says, "but you
just won't believe this -- they've had such good results
they have started to teach the animals how to read!"
"Read!?" says his father, "No kidding! How do we get Blue
in that program?"
"Just send $2,500, I'll get him in the class."
The money promptly arrives. But our hero has a problem.
At the end of the year, his father will find out the dog
can neither talk, nor read.
So he shoots the dog.
When he arrives home at the end of the year, his father
is all excited.
"Where's Ole' Blue? I just can't wait to see him read
something and talk!"
"Dad," the boy says, "I have some grim news. Yesterday
morning, just before we left to drive home, Ole' Blue was
in the living room, kicked back in the recliner, reading
the Wall Street Journal, like he usually does".
"Then Ole' Blue turned to me and asked, so, is your daddy
still messing around with that little redhead who lives
down the street?"
The father went white and exclaimed, "I hope you shot
that son of a bitch before he talks to your Mother!"
"I sure did, Dad!"
"That's my boy!"
The kid went on to law school, and now serves in
Washington D.C. as a Congressman.
A husband and wife are shopping in their local Wal-Mart.
The husband picks up a case of Budweiser and puts it in their cart.
“What do you think you're doing?â€
Miss Smith went to see the doctor about some health issues she was having.
After a number of tests it was determined that she had an over-abundance of female hormones and a series of counter-acting male hormone treatments was prescribed. The doctor administered the first injection of the series, told Miss Smith to return in two weeks for observation and the next injection, and sent her on her way.
The next morning, Miss Smith barges into the doctor's office and yells at the receptionist, "I wanna see the doctor and I wanna see him NOW!!!"
"The doctor is with a patient at the moment, Miss Smith, if you will please have a seat, I'll let him know you're here as soon as he comes out."
Not content with that answer, Miss Smith starts causing a scene, startling the other waiting patients. The receptionist rushes back to the exam rooms and interrupts the doctor. "Doctor, Miss Smith is causing a scene out front and demands to see you immediately or she'll raise an even bigger ruckus!"
The doctor excuses himself from his current patient, follows the receptionist to the waiting room and asks Miss Smith to follow him to an exam room. After closing the door behind them he asks, "I see you are very upset Miss Smith, what is troubling you so?"
"It's that blasted hormone shot" says Miss Smith as she unbuttons the neck and top button of her blouse, opening it to reveal a bristling, heavy bush of thick, black chest hair, "Just LOOK at this!"
The doctor, aghast, says, "Oh dear! How far down does that hair go?"
Miss Smith snaps, "All the way to my testicles, and that's ANOTHER thing I wanna talk to you about!!!"
That reminded me of a true story...I was about 7 years old at my grandparents house. They had company in the back porch room and were visiting while I rumaged in the shed. I came out with a shovel in my hand proceeding to the backyard. My ghrandfather asks, "what are you going to dig"? Without slowing down or turning around I shouted over my shoulder, "a hole!" I could hear them all cracking up as I headed off while pondering," what else can you dig with a shovel?"
