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Published: April 25th 2014
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Welcome Home
....to Brown Sticks Whoa, Big Fella! What's happening? Where are we? OMG.....we're home! Yes, that's right. Here we are in Shongo....home of the Guenter's.....8:40 P.M. - (the 24th). Flying and bumping along the various highways (treacherous as they were), Cory, the Road Rider Ranger, managed to get us home one day early: safe & sound. Hallelujah! Good job, Bucky! Home, again, Home, again...Hooligan. I hardly had to document any speeding on his part, also. That's saying something. We are welcomed home to "brown stick" scenery, NO snow (Yahoo), Amish buggies, a far off, fading sunset through our bug laden windshield and a large mud hole in our side yard that resembles the bad mudslide in the state of Washington. Too dark to show you the real thing but I have offered substitutions. Remember the water well problem we had while we were basking in the sunshine? They fixed the problem but had to dig deep through the frozen earth to do. Thus, we now have a setting somewhat like Yellowstone's famous Mud Pots or the La Brea Tar Pits (but with mud). Looking for a mud bath? Come on down! None of it matters, we are just happy to be home. "Tara! Home! And
tomorrow is another day." I know you are worried and wondering how can I deliver on my promise of The Raisinettes Story. Fear not, I have it all documented for you. I've saved the best for last so read on.....
The Story of The Raisinettes --
Life is full of laughs and bowls of cherries....and Raisinettes, IF you like them. Just in case you are unfamiliar with them: they are delicious, little chocolate covered raisins. A delightful, tasty treat. Yum-Yum in the Tum-Tum. Now for the saga of the Raisinettes. The other night Cory awoke to a dire situation. He had gone into the bathroom only to feel something oozy on his back. Rubbing at it, he flipped on the light to discover his hand covered in brown stuff: drainage, soilage, excretement?? He didn't know. He smelled it but didn't note any bad odor. Weakly, he made it back to bed. Before lying down, he could faintly see something smeared on the sheets all over his side of the bed. Fearful and with trepidation, he retrieved his little Harbor Freight flashlight to investigate this large, disturbing marking closer. A huge area of a brown gooey substance was smeared
all over. Two small pellets lay in the center. A frightening hospitalization experience flashed in his mind. With the bright light and commotion, I awoke. What is going on?....what on earth are you doing? My questions! Look....he says. Eeeewww. At first, I was alarmed, also. But, quickly, I surmised what it was. I laughed so hard I almost peed the bed......now I'm sure you are thinking our bed had become our new, reclining toilet. But I shall now be honest with all of you. I will share with you my occasional, infrequent bad habit. On a very rare occasion, I would take a tiny bowl of Raisinettes with me to bed for a late night snack. I was always very careful to fluff the blanket around the bowl to insure no spillage. While watching the late night shows, I would indulge myself in this little pleasurable treat. Well, guess what.....two of those teenie morsels must have fallen away and landed on Cory's side of the bed! He must have tossed and turned all night on them......rubbing and removing every bit of chocolate from their little wrinkled skins. What a mess but what a laugh. I'm still laughing as I write
Mud, Mud
And more Mud this. Cory wasn't quite so amused as he threw a towel over the disgusting sight so he could finish his night's rest. As long as we are being honest with each other.....one more confession. Three nights prior to this tragic event, I had a similar craving. Again, I took another tiny bowl of Raisinettes to bed with me. This time, the alarming dilemma was on me. I awoke in the night and went into the bathroom. Upon my return to bed, there was a huge blob of brown smear where I had been lying. What on earth?? My mind panicked and raced for a second but quickly remembered the special tasty treat I had enjoyed hours earlier. The mark of the Raisinettes had struck again. This time, I just flopped on the evidence and went back to sleep....lulled into dreams and aromas of sugarplums and chocolates dancing through my head. Cory never questioned my early morning desire to change the bed sheets. I hate changing the sheets because our RV bed is not easy to make. The head of it is closely enclosed on each side with two small shelves below the windows. The rest of the bed has enough
room to get around it but it is not like a ballroom, by any means. In short, it is a pain to make. So, twice in one week, I had two bed making sessions.....all because of The Raisinettes. Can you imagine what kind of mess we would have had if I had taken Buddy & Sweetie to bed with me? I now have a new motto: Only eat Raisinettes at the movies.....never in your bed! Thus, ends the story of The Raisinettes as well as my verbose travel blog to & from Florida, 2014. We thank you for your company. We are going to miss these moments together with you. I hope you have had some fun and some laughs with us as we sure did! So, stay well & in touch. In the harmonious wordy tune of Roy Rogers & Dale Evans: Happy Trails To You Until We Meet Again.
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