Monday, going into Tuesday, August 27-8, 007

Bob's Blah Blog:



Twice in one day..new record. I started this on Monday night and finished it on Tuesday morning. Please enjoy.



We got into Concord, NC this evening after an exhausting day on the road...I mean at the nail salon and Sam's Club. Someone, (and I mean Corinne) needed some major pampering done, (Like she doesn't get that enough from me). Anyway, we were looking for a Chicken-Filet for lunch along the road and found one, also a Sam's and a salon called Lovely Nails. We went to the salon first to see if they could take her. Ten minutes was their answer. Not even enough time to go to Sam's. Two person salon with lots of empty stations. Smelled like nail polish (Patti-Wack, take note...no smells!!! Increased ventilation is the answer) While someone was excessivly pampered, I read a magazine and conversed with the proprietor's neice, a 30 something Cambodian lady with three pre-teen chillins. Two girls and a boy. We told her we felt sorry for her and gave her some ideas on how to handle the dating years. She said her husband should greet the boyfriends at the door with a shotgun and warn them. That should scare them off or scare them straight. The other option was to lock the daughters in the closet until they are 21. I liked the second option myself, but the shotgun bit has something which draws my interest, too.



Sam's Club was not typically busy. However, they sold no hard liquor or beer, just wine. No mixers or other good stuff for a happy hour. Hmmm....strange laws here, I guess. We finally grabbed a couple of slices of pizza and some soda and had lunch at about 330.



Back on the road, we got to Concord around 630 or 7. Got a space in a near empty 493 space RV campground. I asked the lady if she had room for just one more. Corinne explained I asked that of everyone. Sheeesh, takes the fun out of asking the obvious, and ruins a perfectly good ice-breaker with a total stranger....and there are few stranger than I.



Got parked and took our dirty clothes to the camp laundry since it was empty when we checked in. By the time we got back, some lady who has been there for 2 months now grabbed the 3 washers for herself and left us holding the bag, laundry bag, that is. She did tell Corinne where there was another mat a couple miles away, so we went there. Her sense of distance and time are way out of whack. It was more like 4 or 5 miles but was a nice laundromat.



Our campground is right next to Lowe's Motor Speedway, affectionately called the Monster by race drivers. From the size of it, it must be a MONSTER, like PIR on illegal steroids. This place is huge and has lots and lots of parking stretching for miles in all directions. We hope to go tour it on Tuesday, and will most likely stay here another night "soos to takes in alls the sights."

We saw the coolest motorhome in the park. It was towing a car behind it. But in between the car and the motorhome was a motorcycle....zoom...zoom. There was some kind of hydraulic lift attached to the mh that lowered and raised the mc. The mc rode facing east to west for those keeping score at home. The car was connected to the mh with a standard receiver hitch type of assembly. Pretty cool way to bring all your toys along for the ride. In an rv'ing book I once saw something similar where the mh pulled a trailer behind which had a speed boat elevated at a 45-degree angle over the car riding on the trailer on the trailer below the boat. From a side view, the trailer, car and boat form an arrow so anyone looking at it would know which way the motorhome was going. Now that's RV'ing.

My eldest nephew, Trent scored the winning goal in overtime for his bantam league hockey team to win the championship. Way to go Trent. He's 16 now, so any of you who have a cute 16 year old daughter or niece who likes hockey players (still has his teeth...er tooth), give Trent a call. I always told him we would go out and get babes when he turned 16. Now that he's a hockey stud he probably doesn't need me.

It wasn't about us getting babes, it was about him being a babe magnet, for me. In a note Corinne gave me yesterday, she wrote, and I quote: The Women...Any Woman...Who "Gets All Over Bob" Can have Him! S.C.M., 8-26-07. In the interest of full disclosure, this note was given to me at the Wright Brothers memorial after she pointed out a man, about my age with long hair and a beard like mine, and ask why I would want to look like that? I told her she was just scared I was going to be soooo hooooot looooking the women would be all over me. I wonder who is going to be right in this contest? We have a friendly wager, so please respond and indicate who you think is gonna win... Bob the macho hunk or her.



On the road here, I read two license plates of interest. One read BEEPBEEP and the other read BOOP. What are the odds of my seeing these two plates on the same day?



Yesterday, we got our satellite dish working. After having spoken with KingDome on Saturday evening and being told there was probably something wrong with the wiring between the dish and the receiver, I decided to run a coax cable directly from the dish output to the receiver. Lo and behold, the stupid thing began to work. This moring, as we were getting ready to leave Willianston, the coax connector pulled off the coax where it attached to the receiver. Then, the connector where it attaches to the dish pulled off. So now, I am the proud owner of 25 feet of coax with no connectors on the end, and two connectors with no cable in between. Fortunately, I have a back up length of coax with connectors attached to use this evening.



Speaking of things falling apart, our "Little House on Wheels" is now a year old and things are beginning to break, come apart, whatever.... How does it know? Just little things that we can fix, but it sure is annoying.



Ok, all for now. Its 11 pm and I am tired and someone (and I mean Corinne) is already sawing logs.



Bobo the Hottie

ps...hey Dee S.