•July 8, 2013 • 1 Comment
This morning after making my delivery I found my way to the nearest Starbucks. I know, it’s shocking, me, at a Starbucks. Go figure.
While getting my fix, a lady about 70 came up to me & told me she thought my chest tattoo was awesome. (her words, not mine)
Then she proceeded to tell me how she always loved tattoos but how here husband hated them & that when he passed away in February she went & got her first tattoo. Now I’m thinking she went out & got a flower or a butterfly or something not especially large. Then she lifts up the side of her shirt & shows me this quite large Day of the Dead themed tattoo. Needless to say I was quite shocked. After she laughed at the expression on my face she said, I figured I should go big or go home. We talked about how ‘scandalized’ her children were over the fact that she had gotten a tattoo & how cool her grandchildren thought it was.
All in all that totally made my day. I just wish I had taken my phone in & had gotten a picture.
•February 2, 2013 • 1 Comment
Oh for fucks sake just look it up.
I know I have been an extremely bad blogger. It’s hard to believe it’s been almost a year since I’ve last blogged. To be honest I haven’t felt very bloggerish (yes it’s a word because I said so) or very social. It’s not that I don”t have a million posts in my head. I just have a lack of motivation. Now if someone would make an app to pull the thoughts from my head and transcribe them into coherent sentences that would be awesome. The only way it would be more awesome is if it was deep fried and covered in chocolate. But until that happens I will have to try and get better at posting.
For those of you that don’t know, Mom lost her battle with cancer back in September. Ever since then I have been sort of drifting along, not really feeling anything except lost. I know she didn’t agree with many of my decisions in life but she was always there. Looking back at some of the things I had said and done I wouldn’t have blamed her if she had washed her hands of me. Through all my stumbles and falls and bad choices she never wavered. For that I will always be grateful. She will truly be missed.
The bestest old bat ever.
Oh, before I forget. FUCK CANCER!!
•April 15, 2012 • 2 Comments
I have a love hate relationship with certain aspects of my job. I hate doing local work, but the extra .10 a mile makes up for it. It also gives me the chance to do what I love best, driving two lane roads. I figured I would try my hand at taking video. So come on and take a ride from Hillsboro, OH to I-275.
•March 4, 2012 • 3 Comments
People never cease to amaze me with their dumbassedness. The following is a conversation I had earlier this morning.
Me: *places items on counter* Good morning.
Cashier who is standing 3′ from large window: Good morning. Is it still snowing?
Cashier: Is something wrong?
Me: You’re standing 3′ from the window & you’re asking me if it’s still snowing? Seriously? It stopped snowing 2 hours ago. (it’s still snowing)
Cashier: *turns around* It is too still snowing. *glares*
Me: My bad, I thought you meant back up in northern Michigan, because I couldn’t fathom why you would ask me something that you could easily see with your own two eyes.
Cashier: You don’t have to be a smartass.
Me: Yes, yes I do. It’s part of my job description.
A country full of people like this, and it’s no wonder we are doomed.
•February 15, 2012 • 3 Comments
As some of you know through my many Twitter and Facebook posts last night and today that Maxine has taken ill. For those of you who have no idea what the hell I’m talking about, Maxine is my truck.
Somewhere around Indianapolis the other day my check engine light came on. Which can mean anything from being low on coolant to a blown turbo. After topping off the coolant which was only half a gallon low, generally not enough to make the light come on, I proceeded down the road. Check engine light still blazing. Maxine was still running fine, so I figured it was a sensor gone bad. Stupid computerized engines. About 60 miles from my delivery, she suddenly started to randomly derate the engine. Oh yay. NOT. Still not thinking it’s anything more nefarious than a bad sensor, I plug on to my delivery. In the morning I let dispatch and the shop know of my mechanical issues. They were able to get me a load coming trough the yard so the mechanics could hook up the computer to see what was wrong. While I was dropping my trailer I heard the unmistakeable sound of my turbo whistling, which I hadn’t heard before. FUCK! No quick and easy fix on this one. I never suspected the turbo because I never heard any whistling or saw any copius amounts of white smoke that usually come with a blown turbo.
Of course being under a load and already planned on a customer load for MO & KS and being the only OTR even remotely close enough to do the customer load, the solution was for me to take one of the trucks sitting on the yard. DOUBLE FUCK! The only truck not in use was this new and oh so lovely, Frightliner Cascadia. TRIPLE FUCK!
But Shannon you say, a truck is a truck. Uh…… no it’s not. I know Maxine is only a 387 Pete and not a 379 or even a W900 KW. Compared to this rough riding, not enough power to get out of it’s own way POS, Maxine is a Cadillac. After only a day my poor internal organs have been loosed from their moorings. QUADRUPLE FUCK! They don’t call them freightshakers for nothing.
As they say, the show must go on and freight must be delivered. I shall carry on in true truck driver fashion, bitch and moan until Maxine and I are reunited.
•February 15, 2012 • Leave a Comment
This afternoon I received a phone call from Mom letting me know the results of her latest CAT scan. They can no longer see the tumor on her ovary.
Once again I would like to thank everyone for all the prayers, candles & dead goats.
•February 12, 2012 • 1 Comment
I’m a few days late in posting this, but I wanted to pass on the news.
After mom’s last trip to the doctor, the report is that her cancer numbers are down from over 1000 to 91. YAY! She has had several bouts of dehydration but other than that she has been responding well to chemo.
I want to say thanks for all the prayers, candles & sacrificed goats.