The little dog is back!

So I think I might have posted too soon because last night as I was leaving for my night class I looked over to see what Truck Guy was doing and low and behold he had painted is dog on his truck again. I'm wondering how long this portrait lasts. I went outside just mow to get a better look at it and it seems that he's painted all three of his dogs on the front right hand side of his truck so those little doggies can have nice bug soup if the truck ever leaves the park and if they stay on long enough.

More from the Park

So the truck guy finally did something more to his truck . . . he painted a portrait of his little "mop" dog on the passenger side door. The only problem is he went too far. He had it looking really good, a little odd to see a Pomeranian an the side of a big semi truck that a guy has been painting on for goodness knows how long, but it looked good. At least it did till he kept messing with it and messing with and then it turned into a cream blob with eyes and a mouth on the side of his truck. Well I went home this past weekend and needless to say the dog is gone. I'm assuming that he sanded it off and painted over it, just like he always does.

In other news Kyle got home late the other day and the dad of the family that lives next to us was outside. I don't really like to associate with a bunch of people here just because I'm so little I have this inner fear that someone will kidnap me and I'll die. Extremely crazy I know but where I grew up I knew everyone and everyone knew me so I felt safe. Now that I don't know anyone I don't feel as safe. Anyways so this guy was outside doing something on his trailer and when Kyle got home this guy proceeded to converse with him. No big deal we learned that he's a big pot smoker (I think it's great we won't hear to much trouble from them they'll be "happy") but we also learned, and this broke my heart, that his little girl is autistic. He apologized for any crashing and banging we might hear because it's her. I felt so bad for him because they have to live in an RV and his little girl has a disorder that (as far as I know) isn't curable.

Aaron and Mrs. Bush

Some guy named Aaron has a website, http://trailertrashtraveler.com. It is about him and his travels in an RV and on this site he's got a blog. Well one of his posts is about Mrs. Laura Bush and her "flying" Airstream and if you know anything about the 50's and 60's or about RVs then you'll know that Airstreams were, and in some opinions still are, the top of the line in luxury.

He says, "When First Lady Laura Bush toured Afghanistan in June to visit troops, she traveled from place to place in comfort, even though she was aboard a bare bones troop carrier aircraft. A specially outfitted Airstream trailer was loaded onto the plane, named the Strom Thurmond after the long-time U.S. Senator.

PHOTO: The First Lady’s flying Airstream inside the aircraft ‘Home Sweet Flying Home’
The comfy RV was complete with luxury wood paneling, TV, DVD player and two beds. But even more importantly, it included black out window shades so Mrs. Bush could imagine she was wherever she wished - Yellowstone, Yosemite, the lawn of the White House, anywhere but high over the War on Terror. The Airstream is just one of 11 such ‘Senior Leader In Transit Conference Capsules’ the government plans to position at various spots around the globe.
It’s good to see that our tax payer dollars are going to such important things as luxury flying RVs… Thank you for another home run Mr Bush… (Thank God he’s only got a few more months to screw things up…)"

I personally try not to get into politics for the simple reason that it is politics and everyone has a different view on how they should be handled. However, I do think that it is amazing that Mrs. Bush is able to put her Airstream on a plane and hide out there when the desert heat gets too hot. As for the comment about the eleven other Airstreams being placed strategically around the world, fine. I'm sure the White House has had those Airstreams since they were shiny brand new and have just been remodeled many times since then. It makes me think of a saying, "If you got it use it." I know I would.

I personally have never been in one, but I have seen the way the owners who are proud to own one take care of them. I happened to live next to a guy in the last park that owned an Airstream motor home but he just wasn't as proud of his home or something because he never washed the salty fog water off, and he never tried to stop the rust that was eating away at the beautiful silver-ish exterior. I don't know about his circumstances as to why he never did any of the upkeep but I know if I am ever lucky enough to own one I would definitely keep it in as pristine condition as I possibly could.

Why Safeway?

Now I am so prejudice against Safeway it's ridiculous because that is the ONLY grocery store down here. I have seen one Lucky but I'm not going to drive twenty minutes just to have the same high prices and not as much selection. In my home town we at least had a local grocery store that had different stuff and cheaper prices. So to have to shop there is madening but there is one a block away from the park. FINE, GREAT, at least the money I'm loosing on over priced food I'm saving on gas.

Well there is a larger women who is maybe in her 30's that lives near us. Let me tell you she does definately not dress appropriately for her size let alone her age. It's quite disgusting to see her come out of her trailer in a hot pink strapless courset that is made for a woman roughly a size 4 maybe a 5 not for a woman who is a size 14 or 15. I hate to put a size number on this lady but it's kind of hard not too when she goes out in public with rolls upon rolls hanging everywhere.

Anyways, today, as I was getting ready to come to the library to write this I see a Safeway delivery truck drive through the park. No big deal. There are many elderly people who live there and I thought maybe they couldn't get out today. But much to my surprise and disgustment the truck stops right in front of that larger lady's trailer and she comes strolling out in a tank that would fit skinny little me and pays the guy. She then takes her groceries inside and the driver drives off. Safeway is a block and a half down the road WALK there and slim down so you look better in your clothes.

Unsucessful Job Attempt

So in our trailer park there is a pool that is well kept and a hot tub that is also well kept. I might add that on sunny days and days that aren't windy I practically live at the hot tub. Well it was one of those beautiful days that was just screaming for me to soak in the tub and lay out in the warm sun to dry off while enjoying my new book. After and hour of sitting out I was getting sun burned and decided I should go back to our trailer and take a shower and get dressed. Well it just so happened that as I was walking back I ran into the main manager and even if I wanted to tell you his name I couldn't because I truly don't remember. He's got an almost English accent so well call him Brit. Anyways I was friendly and asked him how his day was and asked him what he was up to. When he told me he was going to "landscape" (which means he was going to pull all the dead flowers he'd already sprayed) I asked him if he needed any help. Unfortunately he told me that he has as many employees as they would allow him to have.

Later . . . I was doing the dishes watching Cash Cab on Discovery when I hear the Family next door and it's the mom and the two kids getting home. No big deal just your average day at three in the afternoon until I hear her yell and this HUGE thump happens. well the first thing you may think of is abuse but it's not until I hear her ask if "the boy" is all right that I realize he fell and I couldn't help myself I started laughing. I wasn't trying to be mean about him falling it's just that there is nothing to fall off of in a travel trailer. I know I do live in one. I don't know if this kid was clumsy or just wasn't paying attention where he was going.

The Wind

Lately it had been extremely windy here and let me tell you it is a whole different experience being in a trailer with the wind blowing as hard as it was. I must admit that at times I was pretty scared. Karli (my cat) was not too happy about the wind either. I mean the wind had the trailer rocking pretty hard at times and I've been told by some of the locals that the wind in the winter down here is a regular. I'm not sure I like the sound of that.

Anyways, during the gusting wind the Truck Guy, who is always doing something to his truck didn't come out and play with it as much but none the less he wasn't deterred from painting his truck again. I honestly couldn't tell you how many times this guy has painted his truck, sanded it all off, and re-painted it in the three weeks we've been at this park. It seems like when you think he is finally getting somewhere the next morning you look out to see he's sanded it all off during the night. I am not quite sure if he's on drugs, if he has some form of OCD, or if he's simply crazy.

Then there is our neighbors directly to our left. They moved in about two days after we did and the guy was there with his wife for the first three or four days but then he simply stopped going to his trailer which is completely fine with me since our bedroom window directly faces their bedroom window. Like I said I don't care if the guy is gone but they had their awning pulled out and it had been windy. Common sense would tell a person wind and awnings don't go well together. So Kyle and I had a going bet one day to see when it would break. It's mean of us, I know, but if they aren't going to be home to take care of their stuff why not have fun with it? Unfortunately for us but fortunate for them they put it up that night and managed to save their awning.

Welcome All

Welcome anyone and everyone to my blog about life in an RV Park. Yes, that's right I said an RV Park. It just so happens that I live in a 26 foot fifth wheel with one pop out (so it seems bigger). Living in the trailer with me is my wonderful boyfriend Kyle and our cat Karli.



I will be describing the different people who also live in the trailer park and the extremely weird things that they do on a day to day basis. I'll also be describing the weird things I do to get away from the other people around me.



All the people I'll be talking about and describing in this blog will be given nicknames to protect their privacy as much as possible though that's really hard to do in an RV Park. There is the Coffee Queen (she's one of the managers), the Truck Guy (he lives across from us and is CONSTANTLY doing something to his truck), and the Family (they are a mother, father, a little boy and little girl in a 32 foot fifth wheel) just to name a few of them.



There are of course more people to talk about and who doesn't love getting to know the tourists and seeing where they are coming from as well as where they are going.



Let me first describe to you where I live and what is in the park. I live in the back row next to a busy road which in turn is next to Highway 1 before in turns into Pacifica, CA. The noise isn't as bad as you would expect. In fact I hear the planes from SFO more than anything. In the park there is a little laundry mat, a small but clean pool and a hot tub (that's my favorite thing). There is also a little gift shop in the office. Other than that there really isn't much to it except the 180 or so spaces.