Those 70ish Girls

I think Baba tried to interview a football and the football said, “I would rather be kicked down a non-grassy field than be interviewed by Baba Wawa.”

Kip and I spent the last three days having a huge amount of fun with two of Kip’s old college buddies. The three of them went to The University of Wyoming, together. Two out of the three are, let me just say, uh… different. Is different a bad word? It’s the best I can come up with to describe those two. I didn’t know Kip was quite so, uh…different until I witnessed him with Cary. It wasn’t an anomaly, either. I’ve witnessed the two of them together several times and it’s always the same, right Molly? Molly is Cary’s wife.

As you know, Kip has been underwhelmed with the Covered Bridge Festival in Rockville, Indiana. Oh, he managed to choke down some breaded pork loin with all the trimmings, a huge frosted sourdough cinnamon roll, a breakfast fit for a couple of kings, and a few bites of Molly’s persimmon pudding.

The thing Kip was missing was the covered bridge that the Covered Bridge Festival was celebrating. Someone told him there are 32 of them. So, just to shut him up, I mean put his misgivings to rest, we took one of the maps available all over Rockville and surrounding communities, and went on a hunt for covered bridges. Cary drove, and Kip rode shotgun. Kip read the map…sort of. Molly and I sat in the backseat and alternated between rolling our eyes and trying to stifle laughter. (We were laughing at them. Not with them.)

“The Bridge is there not here,” said Cary.” “Bridges cover creeks not cornfields,” said Kip. Seriously, we drove by the same house 3 times. The first time there was a guy out front walking his dog. Cary wanted to stop and ask him to direct us to a covered bridge. The next 2 times we drove by the drapes were pulled shut and we noticed there was a for sale sign out front that hadn’t been there before.

After a couple of hours listening to this repeated conversation and driving up and down the same road several times, Molly grabbed the map, and I googled, covered bridges near me. Within 30 minutes we had seen three bridges so we headed back to Rockville. We stopped for some ice cream at Dairy Queen on the way to the Parke County Fair Grounds where we had out RVs parked. We’d had a huge brunch, but we had to get back so Molly could make us all delicious taco salads.

Kip is happy…

Next: Never tell friends you’re having Amazon packages shipped to their house in advance of your arrival. One couple left and went to visit 5 European countries. They said they would be gone for over a month.

Baba snagged another big interview, this time with another star athlete-Bom Trady. WARNING: She doesn’t know a thing about football. She sent this exclusive report via some kind of writing with a quill pen on papyrus!

Baba: Good evening football fans and
all kinds of sports fans. I am here to interview a big name in a big sport.
Welcome to you Bom Trady. I know you’re rushed for time so we will make this swift, quick and fast, just like your arm. How would you evaluate the game of football today compared with say 50 years ago?

Bom:  I don’t know because I didn’t play 50 years ago. What a dumb question.

Baba:  (Hmm, a real mathematician.)
Well, why do they keep throwing around quarters? I thought betting on games was illegal except in some fantasy games?

Bom:  Yes, a coin is thrown at the beginning of games to see who goes first. No gambling.  The game is played in four quarters!

Baba:  (This guy is touchy.) Ohhh, so that’s why the football announcers keep saying, “Quarterback!”  They want players to give the quarters back! I get it.

Bom:   Lady, you gotta be kidding me.
I’m outta here. I have to go warm up my arm. Bye.

Baba:  Okay, Bom. Thanks for the informative interview and good luck with that heating pad on your arm even though it’s called Football, not Armball. (Personally I would warm up my foot.)
Bye Bom! Good luck and enjoy the game today.

Baba:  Maybe sometime they will let me on the field and I can wear one of those cute black and white striped outfits the umpires wear with caps. Wonder why all the players wear helmets and all those big pads but the bravest ones in the thick of the game, the football  umps, just wear b and w outfits and caps … not even helmets.
Until next time, rah rah rah from Bababa!

After spending several days in Springfield. Illinois, where we visited the home of Abraham Lincoln, we drove on to Rockville, Indiana.

While we were in Springfield, our little kitty, Dollie, got sick. After she spent 2 days in an emergency animal hospital and 2 more days with us, we had to make the decision to let her go to animal heaven.

Dollie had a good life. She was 15 years old and we loved her dearly. She went to sleep peacefully. I looked into her eyes before she left us and had the feeling that Dollie had an old soul. My cousin, Paul said he didn’t know about humans, but he felt that pets were reincarnated and came back again to give another family joy.

The next day we drove on to Rockville, Indiana where we met Molly and Cary Cline. They are 2 of Kip’s college friends. Kip had not seen them in years until we bought our first RV (SeeYa), and stopped to see them when we passed through Indiana. Reuniting with old friends is another benefit of traveling in an RV. Molly and Cary have since retired and bought an RV, themselves. They spend a few months each year, during the winter, in Rockport, TX and we have gone to see them for several days, twice.

Rockville, Indiana is having their annual Covered Bridge Festival now and we are enjoying all of the festivities. While driving here, Kip said he thought he would see at least one covered bridge. After spending a couple of days here, we still had not seen one. In fact, a guy at the Parke County Fair Grounds, where hundreds of people in RVs are parked, a guy stopped us while we were walking the dogs and asked Kip if he could direct him to a covered bridge. Kip told him we had been looking for two days and had still not seen one. He didn’t tell him the only scenic place we had gone to was Walmart. Molly told him to get a map that showed where all of the covered bridges are or be patient until she got here. He wasn’t able to do either, but they got here last night so he has new hope.

Some of the following pictures were taken on the way to Rockville or on the road to the Walmart in Clinton which is about 10 miles from Rockville.

I’ll take a picture of the first covered bridge we see. We can also watch The Bridges of Madison County. I think they have covered bridges in the movie.

If you happened to be in Happy Down in the Valley, CA today, you might have seen the famous Eddie J out and about. You may have possibly run into him at that place where all of the stars make handprints in the sidewalk, or perhaps he was wandering around the tar pits with all the other dinosaurs. Yes, you could have seen him in these places with all the other ner de wells. (I’ve been reading the dictionary.) As the famous basketball coach for the Lakers once said, “If you coulda, and you shoulda, then you woulda.” Now where was I? Oh yes. You would not have seen Eddie J any of those places because he has been hiding from Baba Wawa who has been relentless in trying to interview him. Like ask him questions and stuff. Anyway, she finally got him on the phone. Get your popcorn ready. Here is how it went down…BTW, MG told Yram (who this is not) that she does not wrap her hair around coke cans…anymore.

Hope you still have some Jollytime left! Heeeere’s part 2

The proceedings have been brought to you by Jollytime Popcorn. (Yram has a new gig. Yeah…she sells popcorn at the movie theaters. She is in the movies for reals. Baba works waaay too hard. (This is not Yram.)

A candid shot of the tenacious Baba Wawa, right before her ratings went down the tubes…Got some Jollytime in your teeth Baba?….(This is not Yram, again)

They used to say a saylor had a girl in every port. They would love them and then leave them. Breaking hearts became a sport.

When looking for a soulmate every girl should be aware. Not every handsome charmer is suave and debonair.

While on a recent road trip I enjoyed the scenes of fall. Times that were forgotten, I started to recall.

I grew up in a place with farms and ranches all around. When harvest time arrived all the combines came to town.

As they rolled along the highway, their arrival long awaited, the farmers waved them in and the young hearts palpitated.

Along with all those combines came all those cute combiners. The girls were heavy handed with lipstick and eyeliners.

As the days turned into weeks things got complicated. The girls fell in love and the guys got twitterpated.

Combiners go from farm to farm and leave out just in time. The girls thought on their fingers, a diamond ring would shine.

The combiners said, honey, there’s nothing here to fear. We’ll talk about it more when I come back next year.

The girls didn’t know that combiners play a game. They never call the girls they meet by their given name.

The combines soon move on and the combiners say honey, I have to go for now and I’ll make us lots of money.

As they rolled on into Murdo, their arrival long awaited, the farmers waived them in and the young hearts palpitated.

This is not Yram would like to add a missclaimer to this for oblivious reasons…read on

Breaking News and Views: By Baba Wawa
I have uncovered a serious question regarding Yram, the sharpshooter from Texas, and sometime reporter.
It seems that MG and her husband Klip have taken Yram on a long trip without her permission. A Quick Klip Trip.
The question is, “Why?”

Mind you, or mindless, whichever you are, this reporter from Happy Down in the Valley cannot be sure but I think Yram is touring in the aforementioned character’s RV. They took off in such a hurry, trying to cover their tracks that they didn’t even have time to paint over the key clue to this crime:  It says OUTLAW on the front of their RV.  HA! Huge clue  there! Plus they couldn’t find a legal campsite the other night and had to sleep at a coyote rescue facility. Personally I think they were hiding behind the building.  I saw a picture of their non- campsite. The picture showed one crummy little bush covering up the sign about their site. They put up curtains in all the windows so you can’t see inside their huge Recreation Vehicle. It all looks pretty suspicious. But this reporter and others from our news source called “Who Done It TV” are on it.

We have investigative reporters tracking the perps whereabouts and will keep you informed.  Nobody worries about Yram, unfortunately, and the poor gal will be hard to spot since she wears wigs, big scarves, glasses and hats to cover her true identity. She’s the victim this time. We do know MG, masquerading as a navigator, hides under massive crowns and her husband wears pink shirts, so that gives us something to go on.

Baba provided photos of said investigative reporters

Please call our hotline if you know of any other clues. Phone: 999- who- cares (BONUS: Eddie J. has volunteered to man the phone. That is,  whenever he’s in between trips to the grocery store or autograph signing sports events.)
That’s all we have for now. Tata from  Baba. 
Sent from my iPhone

This is NOT Yram summing it up below:

Sent from my iPhone? Give me a break! Tata is a thinly veiled attempt to hide the fact that Baba calls me, I mean Yram trailer trash.

We arrived at the emergency animal clinic in Spingfield, IL at 2:00 pm yesterday. It was the only place open on Sunday that we could take our little kitty, Dollie. She had quit eating and drinking, and even though she did not seem to be in any pain, we knew she needed a doctor. They kept her over night to give her IV fluids and do blood work.

The tests showed she did not have an infection and all of her body functions were good. The final diagnosis was pancreatitis. We were to pick her up by 7 am this morning as they are an overnight only clinic.

At 5 am I took each of the dogs for a potty run. I took Nellie first. When I got back, and got Nellie and I inside the motor home, I noticed the lights were all off. I yelled. “OUR ELECTRICITY IS OFF!!!” It was then I realized I was in the wrong RV. I had my 65 lb dog inside someone else’s RV. Since no one came to greet us, we left. I had trouble getting the door shut so finally slammed it shut. When we got to our RV, I told Kip that if those people weren’t up and about when we got back, we needed to check on them because they might be dead. If not, it wasn’t very smart of them to leave their door unlocked, right?

Kip was not too happy with me, anyway because on the way to the RV park after dropping the kitty at the vet, I missed a turn while giving directions and we wound up at a large sports complex where about 200 kid’s football games were going on. Kip had to maneuver in and out of about 100 cars with only inches to spare. When we got out of there, I commented that those kinds of things are what makes RV life fun, right? He didn’t answer me.

We had to take Dollie to a day clinic today so they could give her more IV fluids and an appetite stimulant. She is going to be okay.

On the way back to pick her up, we’re going to stop at McDonalds. Not to eat. We can’t afford that. They are paying $15 an hour and we have about a $1500 vet bill to pay. We’re really having fun, though!

PS: When we got back, the people in the RV Nellie and I broke into were pulling out. Some people can’t take a joke.

We left the land of beauty on Wednesday morning. I would highly recommend the Mississippi River State Park in Arkansas as a great place for a getaway vacation. There is no internet or cell phone service, but believe me. You won’t miss it.

We drove to Union City, Tennessee and spent the night at a place called Coyote View RV park. Kip parked the RV in front of the office and went in to see if the had a pull through space for the night. When he came back out, he started the RV up and proceeded to put the jacks down. I asked him what he was doing, we weren’t even at our spot, yet. He told me that this place right in front of the office was our spot. It really wasn’t that bad, but we did break our rule of staying at least 2 nights wherever we stop.

We left early the next morning and on our way to Mt Vernon, IL, we stopped to see some Native American mounds at the Wickliffe Mounds State Historic Site in Kentucky. It is the archeological site of a prehistoric Native American village of the Mississippian mound builders. It was occupied from about AD 1200 to 1350.

Native Americans had no beasts of burden or excavation machinery. Soil, clay, or stones were carried in baskets on the backs of laborers to the top or flanks of the mound and then dumped.

Some mounds of this period were built to bury important members of local tribal groups. These burial mounds were rounded, dome-shaped structures that generally range from about 3 to 18 feet high, with diameters from 50 to 100 feet. Distinctive artifacts were sometimes buried with the deceased. The villages were built around the mounds.

There was a large display of gourds, pottery, woven baskets and sashes inside the museum. It was really interesting to see and learn about these finds from so long ago.

We are now in Mt Vernon, IL. Tomorrow we are headed to Springfield, IL where we will visit the home of Abraham Lincoln.

Baba Wawa is back with another interview. She thinks she’s a star. Wait until you see her getup. She doesn’t even know she’s past her prime time. If she mentions Rose Bush again I’m going to sigh because it makes me sad.

BTW this isn’t Yram…

Eddie J must have been in the produce section buying corny. BTW, Baba looks like a cross between a biker babe and old time under cover reporter, Nellie Bly.

This still isn’t Yram…

W.W.W.Wouser!! We thought Baba couldn’t talk above a whisper, but she’s got a set of lungs on her. Better luck next time, Baba. I heard Eddie J was spotted at the car w.w.w.wash.

I SAID, this isn’t Yram…