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Camping News

November 2005

Hello RVer’s

It’s that time of the year for familys together. With thanksgiving this month and the start of the Christmas holidays. It’s best for the next 60 days, to put all diet’s on hold.

This time of the year in central Illinois. I can go sledding in the snow and jump on a airplane, fly down to Florida for the weekend for that sunny beach. Ooooh I meant I got a business meeting. Yea that’s it a business meeting to got to attend, and I know what your thinking but some body has to do it.

If your thinking of getting a Christmas gifts for Christmas on RV stuff or anything else make sure you have order a head of time , give UPS time to get it to you. This is there busy time of the year.

If your getting ready to winterize your unit for winter, for us northerners, don’t forget that opening the lower drain plug on the hot water heater does not allow all of the water out. You have to open the top air cock, otherwise it has a vacuum in the tank and will hold the water at the top of the tank with a vacuum. Also refrigerators with icemakers have to have them lines drained of water. Flush your stool, there’s is a valve in that stool that holds water and will crack in not flushed with antifreeze.

I’m looking for a good oyster dressings and potato salad receipt for thanksgiving. If you have one to share please E-mail me Jerry@BiGdiscountRv.com

And deserts……..I love to make killer desserts. here’s one that my favorite to make that will leave them talking about.

1 chocolate cake mix
1 ½ c. chocolate chips
1- 12 oz. jar of caramel topping
1 can sweetened condensed milk
4 heath bars
1- 8oz. container cool whip

Bake the cake mix as directed, but add the cholacate chips to it. Spray your pan with Pam to keep from sticking. While cake is warm, poke holes with a straw or the end of a wood spoon to make hole in the cake. Pour warmed milk over the cake, let soak in. Then pour the warmed caramel over the top next. Now put it in the refrigerator.

After you have let it set in the refrigerator over night, and now being all the good stuff is on the bottom we now want it on the top. Turn the pan upside down to drop on to a serving dish or cook sheet. To get it to drop out take a hair dryer to the bottom of the pan and it will loosen up the caramel, and BAM it will drop out. Coat the top with cool whip and sprinkle with crushed heath bars. This is very rich so a small piece goes a long way.

And enjoy……..

And on the funny side of the month, this store is a belly laugher.
This is something I’m sure I would have done, and also laugh about doing it.

Once again man proves women are the smarter sex:

Retirement Day 1: My wife is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something akin to "Well, I have out done myself once again." No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a Life Time movie in the near future. Here goes.

On my first day of retirement, I bought something at the Police Supply Shop that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought something really cool for my wife. The occasion is my retirement and I was looking for a little something extra for my lovely bride.

What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out--way too cool! I've seen several demonstrations for cops, but I found this handheld one for civilians.

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create an arc between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arc of electricity, and a loud pop!!!

Yipeeeeee . . I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet to explain to her what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, her cat looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not the cat) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping the cat for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet kitty after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time. So, there I sat in a pair of shorts with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in the other. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle pasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.

All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries) thinking to myself, "no friggin' way!" Friggin' way - trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, the cat looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it buddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the hell of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight-- always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?)

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY *********! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!! I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. The cat was standing over me making sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!"

(Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't lodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.)

SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs., give or take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure. By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm offering a reward..

They're round. Miss 'em . . sure would like to get'em back. I wonder what retirement day two will bring?

Have a wonderful family Thanksgiving,
Jerry
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