We all go through life with one end in site...Death. These are views, thoughts and ramblings of mine as I travel toward the end. Why a blog? Because I'm not social enough to participate in YourFace, MyFace, MySpace, or whatever those social sites are. With a blog, I'm not in your face, or defacing your walls with my ramblings. Here you can look and never come back if it makes you sick.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Where is Popeye when you need him.
Usually when your parked in a WalMart lot there are other RV's in the lot with you. Well, there wasn't in this one. Didn't know why until I went to bed and was awaken about 20 minutes after I got to sleep by an ear piercing train horn. I thought the wind was rough the night in Alamogordo, but this might of been worse, at least for the first few seconds. I now know what it is like standing on railroad tracks with a train heading at you. I sat up in bed after being abruptly awaken thinking the RV was parked on the tracks. The horn just kept sounding and getting closer. I looked out the window trying to determine where in the world the tracks were. I really was thinking that engine was going to be pushing the RV down the track in seconds. I knew we'd never get off the tracks in time. My brain finally started working again and I realized the RV was in a parking lot, without any railroad tracks. Man, not a good way to wake up. Luckly after the third train came through an hour latter they quit for the night.
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Again, the clean underwear...good thing you keep parking in WalMart parking lots, convenience is a wonderful thing when you need new underwear!
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