Dec 022012

Anybody who knows me well already knows that I require adult supervision at all times. Left to my own devices, there is no end to the trouble I can get into, and I don’t have to look far to find it. So you can blame Miss Terry, or Greg White, or Ron Speidel for what I’m about to tell you. They’re the ones who let me out the door all by myself.

Oh, and if you’re drinking or eating anything while you’re reading this, you might want to put it aside for a moment. You have been warned.

Terry and I have noticed a very nice looking Beaver Marquis motorhome here at the campground, and we have been trying to decide how long it is. It seems to be longer than our 40 foot Winnebago Ultimate Advantage, but we didn’t think Beaver made anything bigger.

Yesterday I was walking by when the lady who owns the rig was outside with her dog, so I stopped to scratch its ears and we chatted for a moment. Then I asked her, “By the way, how big is your Beaver?” She did a double take, then started laughing and asked “Don’t you think that’s kind of a personal question?” The fact that I had no idea what came over her and was standing there looking confused only added to her glee. Then it hit me!

No, that wasn’t global warming that shot the temperature up several degrees for a few minutes, it was just my face turning very, very red! Pretty soon we were both laughing so hard that her husband poked his head out the door. But he took one look and decided that whatever was going on, he wanted no part of it and went back inside. Yep, I need adult supervision.

I wrapped up the new issue of the Gypsy Journal yesterday and Miss Terry went right to work proofing it. Once I make the corrections, I’ll upload it to the printer’s webserver, and they will do their thing. This is our 82nd issue, and somebody with more time on their hands than I have once estimated that a typical 36 page issue has somewhere between 40,000 and 50,000 words in it. Even at the lower number, that’s over 3,200,000 words! No wonder I wear out so many keyboards.

This afternoon, if I get the last minute corrections made and the paper uploaded in time, we plan to drive down to Paradise Oaks RV Park in Bushnell for the kickoff of the TechnoGeek Learning Rally, hosted by our friends Jim and Chris Guld from Geeks on Tour, and Phil and Tracey May from TechnoRV. The event runs for five days, and the last time I checked they still had a few openings. If you need to learn how to get the most out of your smart phone, digital camera, computer, or GPS, check it out. Between the four of them, Phil, Tracey, Jim and Chris are a quartet of tech geniuses.

Thought For The Day – The sooner you fall behind the more time you have to catch up.

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  17 Responses to “I Need Adult Supervision”

  1. I heard you guys laughing so hard and was going to come over and introduce myself. Now I think I am glad I didn’t. We are parked across from them in the fifth wheel and have been faithful blog readers for over three years. You waved at us on our bicycles as you passed us in your car going out the other day. We walked by your motorcoach a couple of times and were tempted to stop and say hello but knew you were working hard. Would it be alright to do so sometime before we leave this week? We know you are nightowls and wouldn’t bother you before noon.

  2. Only you could get away with that faux pas! Thank goodness she had a sense of humor. I can just see you!!! So, did she buy a subscription?

  3. I can just visualize the encounter and started laughing out loud before I even finished the sentence. So, did you ever find out how big the MOTORHOME was?

  4. Oh my lord, I laughed so hard I just about wet myself!

  5. Mary Anne, if the Explorer is here and the curtains over the windshield are open, feel free to stop in.

  6. A Heads Up for anyone who’s ever considered ordering one of Nick’s favorite inflatable kayaks, the Sea Eagle. There’s a two-seat model at a great price for today only over at Woot:

    I’m in for one, and if you still need to fill out your holiday shopping list it’s a one-day-deal (or until sold out), so don’t think about it too long! 😉

  7. Well, Nick, you left us hanging….how long is her beaver? You crack me up…LOL

  8. Capital ‘B’, Paul!……Capital ‘B’!

  9. We have a Beaver and yes, we get funny looks all the time. Imagine trying to book venues for a rally when you explain to them you are the from the BAC, Beaver Ambassador Club. Beavers can come in 42 ft and 44 ft models. They are actually 42 ft 11 inches and 44 ft 11 inches. So yes, the Beaver was probably bigger than your RV. And let’s not get into “My Beaver is bigger than your Beaver.”

  10. That happened to me once only she was in a Airstream trailer, This happened in southern California.

  11. That story certainly started my day with a laugh. I can almost hear you telling it. Of course it is a bit telling that the lady responded as she did and makes it so funny.

  12. I find it extremely difficult to believe that Nick, of all people, didn’t pick up on the double entendre from the get-go…

  13. Reminds me of the classic Saturday Night Live skit with Alec Baldwin as the CEO of the Shwetty Ball Bearing Co., bragging about his Shwetty Balls.

  14. Sandi, sometimes I’m not near as clever as you give me credit for. 🙂

  15. Yes, indeed…I get caught saying to other people, ‘How big is your unit” seems awful personal, don’t you think??? I’m a bad boy!!! Oh well, life continues

  16. Nick Nick Nick, we are family and to tell ya the truth I think something may have happened along the way in our gene pool.
    As you know I rent apartment for a living. I took a depost from a woman (who I thought her name was Amanda) the following week her husband came in, He wrote me a check to hold the apartment. His last name was Mount. Over a week had passed, I hadn’t heard from the. I tried to find a phone number for them. I knew what area code they were in so I went searching. I left a few messages and numbers that could have been them. I called what I thought was the army base where they both were stationed. Well lets just say “NEVER” call an army base and ask for “AMANDA MOUNT”.

  17. It’s a good thing she wasn’t walking her cat. Imagine what you might have said. 8^)

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