There was a once in a lifetime trip to Monroe, La. which was the greatest time ever to spend with their mother of course. There is always one thing to set of the beginning of the worst of the vacation. That is when I realized that camouflage should be banned from being worn in certain parts of the states. When 
I moved to Texas, all I thought about was the great weather, being down with family, and of course, the women.
The beginning of the trip was great, I took the initiative to make the drive down so mother could relax for once, because I know personally, she is always on the go. We did check in to the so called Hotel, which ended up being a Motel, but hey we enjoyed our stay. I THINK!! As the days went by, we made friends to talk to and had a blast at the civic center. The civic center is where we set up for the big boat and gun show, where I finally discovered that camouflage makes me sick every time I see it now.
I realized the more I help the mother out with the sales and all, I have found out that I have the potential to talk to people and sell. While were down in Monroe I did all the driving around, (I felt like a taxi/limousine service) which felt great. We shared such a love and hate bond that weekend, which was lovely. There's two more things I forgot to mention, the crazy drivers, and the paper mill that blew towards the motel every morning.
The crazy drivers out there truly are crazy. We went to Wal-mart, that was another disaster, inside was huge, I would like to add. Leaving out of the parking I was trying to make a right, this other car came from nowhere and almost took us out. I gunned that big Impala V-six to just get out of there. That’s Chevy power for you.
Drive back was tiring, as I had to read the map backwards. I stopped four times in the median to double-check directions, because as one gets older you know the eyesight goes (HA HA).
It was the worst and best time with my lovely mother. We got home and the first thing we saw was my little brother and sister... dressed, of course, in camouflage.
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The beginning of the trip was great, I took the initiative to make the drive down so mother could relax for once, because I know personally, she is always on the go. We did check in to the so called Hotel, which ended up being a Motel, but hey we enjoyed our stay. I THINK!! As the days went by, we made friends to talk to and had a blast at the civic center. The civic center is where we set up for the big boat and gun show, where I finally discovered that camouflage makes me sick every time I see it now.
I realized the more I help the mother out with the sales and all, I have found out that I have the potential to talk to people and sell. While were down in Monroe I did all the driving around, (I felt like a taxi/limousine service) which felt great. We shared such a love and hate bond that weekend, which was lovely. There's two more things I forgot to mention, the crazy drivers, and the paper mill that blew towards the motel every morning.
The crazy drivers out there truly are crazy. We went to Wal-mart, that was another disaster, inside was huge, I would like to add. Leaving out of the parking I was trying to make a right, this other car came from nowhere and almost took us out. I gunned that big Impala V-six to just get out of there. That’s Chevy power for you.
Drive back was tiring, as I had to read the map backwards. I stopped four times in the median to double-check directions, because as one gets older you know the eyesight goes (HA HA).
It was the worst and best time with my lovely mother. We got home and the first thing we saw was my little brother and sister... dressed, of course, in camouflage.
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Dear Enzo, I was running a spell check and it altered your mag blog. It took out the picture and the last few paragraphs... Mom and I rewrote it from memory...I hope it doesn't make you fume.
Sorry, PD
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