tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39642052221686304692024-03-04T23:00:56.947-05:00One Hookers RamblingsShannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-21900483727834313182011-11-07T16:02:00.001-05:002011-11-07T16:08:12.204-05:00Heading up & moving out.I have decided it's time to move along. My new home will be <a href="http://myflavorofcrazy.com/">My Flavor of Crazy</a>. It's a mix of this blog and <a href="http://saynotocrotchfruit.blogspot.com/">Just say no to crotchfruit</a>. It is a work in progress so please forgive me if I manage to totally screw some shit up.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-31424073657130956212011-11-05T23:36:00.001-04:002011-11-05T23:36:45.841-04:00So you think you want to be a truck driver.Several weeks ago I was talking to the guy that washes our truck and he expressed some interest in becoming a truck driver and <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>asked me what advice I might have to give. Shut up fuckers quit laughing, it really happened. I think my advice may not have been exactly what he was looking for but that wouldn't be the first time someone was disappointed by what came out of my mouth.<br />
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My first bit of advice is, DON'T FUCKING DO IT! Seriously. Really. I mean it. If the only reason you want to become a truck driver is because you think it is neat or all you can see are dollar signs don't do it. Just stay at home and find another line of work.</div>
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I know that sounds mean & bitchy but seriously, there are enough assholes out here already that thought that driving a truck would just be so neat & what a great way to see the country & get paid for it. It is. What some people don't realize is that all the great touristy type things that they think they will get to spend their free time doing, doesn't happen. Not because the free time isn't there, it's because there are usually 6000 other things that need to be done, like laundry, paperwork, grocery shopping or truck mantinence. When you do get laid over and have all the free time in the world, it is usually in the middle of BFE with nothing to do.</div>
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Another thing that a lot of people don't realize is the number of hours that really go into the job. Not just the hours of driving but the waiting. You wait to get the truck worked on. I'm waiting now on getting a whel seal replaced. YAY! You wait to get unloaded. You wait to get loaded. You wait sitting in traffic. You wait for hours on the side of the road broke down waiting on a repair truck to show up, only to arrive with the wrong part. You wait for your dispatcher to get his head out of his ass. You may be waiting a VERY long time on this last one. Trust me. Hurry up and wait is the name of the game in trucking. </div>
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I would like to say as a female driver that in this day and age that the sexism in this industry doesn't exist. Unfortunately I can not. You will be put down for your choice of career because a lot of assholes think women should stay at home and have babies & fix them dinner when they come home.<br />
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Even with all the bad shit that goes on in the day to day aspect of trucking, it does have its upside. There are days you get to do the touristy type shit, you get to see some wonderful fucking scenery, you get to meet some truly awesome people. Just the other day I met a fellow female driver who had been driving for almost 40 years. Deb is my new hero.<br />
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So, with all the heinous fuckery I have put forth, is this still the career for you? If so, stay tuned for the next instalment of So You Want to be A Truck Driver.</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-8329990761578411022011-09-25T23:42:00.001-04:002011-09-25T23:54:02.677-04:00What makes me happy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>As you know a couple of weeks ago I got to go on a surprise trip to Fort Worth & see Hank III. I am absolutely in love with his music. His set runs the gamut from classic country to hellbilly to full on heavy metal. How can you not love it? He has the only country album with a parental advisory sticker. Just thought I'd share a few of my favorites.<br />
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There are many days that the thought of getting out of bed & facing the world is just entirely way too much, but I do it. There are many days that I have to pull the truck over because I am crying so hard. I stop, have my cry and go on. Why don't I tell you these things when we talk? Not because I'm ashamed but because I don't want people feeling sorry for me. Some days I have called thinking maybe today I can tell her, but then there seems to be something going on in your life & you need a shoulder to cry on. Did you ever think that maybe I need a shoulder occasionally?<br />
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All the times I have listened to you talk about your ex and the things that he did, sometimes you act is if you're the only person to have ever dealt with an abusive ex. You know that I left WT because I wanted to get clean, but that's only part of the story. I have never told my mother or best friend of almost 25 years the whole story. The abuse didn't start until the last year of our relationship. The final straw came when he beat me so severely that I had a miscarriage. I never even knew I was pregnant. Of this I am ashamed. Not because he beat me but because I stayed. I have since vowed that it will NEVER happen again.<br />
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Yesterday when were talking & you told me exactly how many pills you had available, how was I supposed to feel? What was I supposed to say? You tell me things like this and I'm not sure what you want me to say or do. Do you want me to tell you about the time last June I sat in the middle of my bed, with my .44 in my mouth, with the hammer cocked & finger on the trigger? Do you want me to tell you that the only thing that stopped me from pulling the trigger was my niece walking through the front door & hollering, "Where are you Aunt Shanny"? Why haven't I told you about this? Is it because I am ashamed? No. I haven't talked about it because it's in the past. I put it behind me & I've moved on with my life.<br />
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A couple weeks ago when I went out with my skirt wearing friend, instead of being happy that I went out and had a great weekend, you made me feel shitty because I wasn't there to answer the phone to try & make you feel better. I know you jumped to the conclusion that we had sex but FYI, we've never slept together. Well we did share the same bed but that's as far as it ever has & ever will go. Why? Because he's gay. Although you may not have realized it you even made me feel bad for seeing my FWB in NC. Sometimes I don't tell you things because in some way you'll make me feel bad for trying to have a life.<br />
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Why don't I ever talk about these things? What good would it accomplish? I talk to my therapist two sometimes 3 times a month. Rehashing it with everyone is not something that I feel I need to do. It took me years to realize I can't deal with my bipolar issues without help. As much as I hate it, I am taking medication for it. Granted it's an extremely low dose but it works for me & doesn't make me feel like a zombie. My highs aren't too high & my lows aren't too low. I refuse to left my fucked up brain chemistry define who I am. Some days it feels like you let your illness & depression define who you are & run your life.<br />
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Some days, like yesterday, being physically drained & not really feeling all that great emotionally, I just couldn't deal with the whole woe is me thing. I'm sorry I yelled. I shouldn't have. Sometimes I feel as though you expect me to have some magic words to make everything better. I don't. If I did, I could fix us both. I don't know how much damage I've done to our friendship by posting this but no matter what I'm not saying these things to be mean. I just had some things to say. To use the old packing a suitcase analogy, I'd packed and packed till no more would fit in & it all came flying out in just a few words. Once again, I'm sorry.<br />
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Me: Last week I was abducted by aliens & they implanted this thing in my brain & sometimes it malfunctions.<br />
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Total novelty item.</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-11574334431538151632011-08-16T20:24:00.001-04:002011-08-16T20:24:20.949-04:00A tale in which our intrepid girl trucker overshares.I've been going back and forth trying to decide how much to tell. I think I've finally made up my mind. <br/> <br/> As some of you know, a couple weeks ago I was given a lecture by my maternal unit on the perils of sleeping with a married man, then proceeded to tell the family blabbermouth. So then it was a whole family affair. No pun intended. She does all this the day before the family reunion. I love my family, we don't do anything half assed. <br/> <br/> I was able to stop and visit an old friend Jim (not his real name) on my way to SC recently. Him and his wife Jaime (not her real name either), after 7 years of marriage are seperated and getting divorced. <br/> <br/> A little background. I've known Jim for over 9 years. We met when he was still driving a truck. We went from a one night stand to a friends with benefits situation, hooking up whenever. No strings attached. One summer I took my vacation in New England and Jim offered to let me stay, we hooked up again. After several long talks over that week, he was looking to take the relationship to the next level. At the tender age of 29, I was not. I was a mess because an ex decided to rear his ugly head and that dredged up a lot of shit. So we agreed to keep things the way they were. <br/> <br/> Then he met Jaime. A year later they got married. We continued to get together, with Jaime's blessing. She believed what happened on the road stayed on the road. But by this time I had switched companies and wasn't running the east coast nearly as often. A couple years later they move to NC, and he comes off the road and opens a small engine repair shop. Our hooking up came to an end. We still talked frequently. <br/> <br/> Then a few weeks ago I got a phone call from both Jim and Jaime telling me they were seperating. I did what any friend would do and listened and gave advice. <br/> <br/> Entirely by coincidence the load to SC came up. Even if nothing had happened I would have taken the load, just because I hadn't seen them in almost 4 yrs. But it happened that Jaime had flown back north to visit her sister for the weekend. We even talked while I was there. The conversation went something like this. <br/> <br/> *phone rings <br/> <br/> *Jim banging around in garage - <br/> <br/> Jim - *hollering* Will you awnser the phone? <br/> <br/> Me - *sarcasticly* Yes dear. <br/> <br/> Me - picks up phone & recognizes Jaime's cell - Jones residence, Jim's fuck puppet speaking, how may I help you? <br/> <br/> Jaime - Hey Shannon, how's it going? <br/> <br/> Me - Not bad. <br/> <br/> *20 min of girl talk* <br/> <br/> Jaime - By the way, you didn't fuck in my bed did you? <br/> <br/> Me - Ewww no. But I would rethink eating at the dinner table, the kitchen counter, the couch, the washer. <br/> <br/> Jaime - Ha. I'd like to see you get on top of the washer with the dryer there. <br/> <br/> Me - The top of the dryer is REALLY clean. <br/> <br/> We shoot the shit for a few more minutes then I give the phone to Jim. He gets off the phone and we continue with our plans for the rest of the day. <br/> <br/> Early Monday morning I take off for SC. I make an innocuous comment on FB about how nice FWB's are, no names, nothing. My mother connects that with a post I'd made the week before about going to see a newly single old friend. Combine that with where my load was going and she managed to add it all together. I swear Sherlock Holmes has nothing on my mother. <br/> <br/> So she proceeds with the lecture, the whole family finds out all the day before the reunion. My family falls into 2 categories, religious & judgmental and just plain self rightous & judgmental. It makes for interesting reunions if nothing else. <br/> <br/> I head home totally prepared for the worst. On my way home I get a text from my cousin. The whole fam knows. Thanks for really fucking up. Now they won't be on me about the baby out of wedlock thing. Love, S <br/> <br/> So I arrive, get my plate and large margarita and head for the corner with my cousin S. We start talking & whatnot, then after about 45 min my uncle comes and sits down. <br/> <br/> Uncle - You know Shannon, if you could just see to find your back to the Church...... <br/> <br/> Me - *stands up* OK everyone, may I have your attention please, because I'm only going to say this once. No matter who I am fucking, married or not, is none of y'alls damn business. <br/> <br/> Now just picture about 30 people sitting their with the look of 'oh my god I can't believe she said that'. <br/> <br/> This is the point where me & my cousins S & H all go to the strip club and say fuck the family reunion. <br/> <br/> So all in all it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Our imaginations can be our own worst enemy in cases like this. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-79483335193825523462011-07-29T21:51:00.001-04:002011-07-29T21:51:38.441-04:00Well Just Fucking Quit AlreadyEarlier today I was listening to a driver bitch about how he would much rather be doing anything other than driving a truck for a living. To this I say, "Well fucking quit". <br/> <br/> Every day I hear more and more drivers say that they don't like driving a truck. Then why the fuck are you out here? If you're out here not liking what you are doing, then quit and do something you enjoy. Because when you're out here in control of 80,000 lbs rolling down the highway at 60+ MPH, not liking what you do, you become a hazard. You start not caring about the little things, like the the way you present yourself to customers and cashiers. Then you start not caring about the bigger things like you're driving habits. <br/> <br/> But you're thinking, well everyone has bad days and occasionally pulls a bonehead move. I agree and I'm no different. But I see WAY too many drivers not caring every day for everyone to be having a bad day. Let's face it, there are a lot of people that have no business behind the wheel of a truck. Some people just weren't meant to be truckers. It's not a job, it's a lifestyle and some people just can't cut the muster. <br/> <br/> So if you're one of these people that aren't enjoying what you are doing or you just don't care about how you are perceived than do the rest of us a favor and JUST FUCKING QUIT ALREADY. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-7751721302325007632011-02-07T11:46:00.001-05:002011-02-07T11:46:16.462-05:00Exercises In StupidityIt never ceases to amaze me at the lack of brain power by so called professional drivers. The other day while coming across Wyoming there seemed to be an over abundance of it. <br/> <br/> For those that don't know the area between Cheyenne & Laramie is especially prone to high winds & blowing snow, the other day was no exception. Everything was moving along at a nice 45 MPH until we reached Happy Jack Road, where everyone seemed to suffer from severe & potentially life threatening cranial rectal inversions en masse. Everyone slowed down to a break neck speed of 15 MPH. Of course this means you now have a 5 mile long convoy of trucks going down a 5% grade so close to each other you couldn't fit a car in between them. <br/> <br/> So I, realizing the stupidity of this jumped in the left lane to get as far away from the stupidity as possible because it must be catching. Because this is the only explanation I have for this kind of behavior. Not a mile into my attempt to escape, at an oh so speedy 30 MPH, a Prime truck jumps in the lane in front me at the slighty less stupid speed of 18 MPH. Seriously, what the holy ever loving fuck is wrong with drivers today? <br/> <br/> Listening to the CB the whole time, I listened to drivers calling me reckless & stupid for passing on such bad roads going downhill. REALLY?!?!!!!eleventy!!1!!?11! No one said a word about the driver that jumped in front of me, going much slower than I & thus risking an accident but as soon as I said something to him for being a monumental idiot of gargantuan proportions, I was the bad person. OK, so maybe what I actually called him was a dumbass, inbred, cock sucking, steering wheel holder but you get the point. ;) <br/> <br/> Whenever I see such dangerous & idiotic behavior by my fellow drivers it hurts my heart. (Yes fuckers I have one, contrary to popular belief.) It makes me wonder about the future of the industry I love. I see so many drivers that don't like what they are doing & don't seem to care about the image they portray to the public. Then on all to rare occasions I see someone that gives me hope & maybe this industry isn't totally doomed. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-35562660520151991572011-02-04T12:53:00.001-05:002011-02-04T12:53:25.519-05:00How NOT To Park Your Truck<p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_88O7vMLMR_3gO0Z_FYf1E4Yf1BM5ZqZwRlEhc4bhHSlqLTfsnRl7gsipULPJezSvoeLg_P2LfxkVJavU1TXG1pA0XmWMXSy8o2gsRr8CS5XX_FlyvQhYIYPlpiR_K8zIdAR94zfWxed/'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_88O7vMLMR_3gO0Z_FYf1E4Yf1BM5ZqZwRlEhc4bhHSlqLTfsnRl7gsipULPJezSvoeLg_P2LfxkVJavU1TXG1pA0XmWMXSy8o2gsRr8CS5XX_FlyvQhYIYPlpiR_K8zIdAR94zfWxed/s400/2011-02-03_10-38-45_730.jpg' /></a></p><p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmadbJhPjFdOjyHyYDhMZQEM0gKOv19JCb15epESrKTLvoGFk3Rhxs6I_pm8fxzrLpISs2AKw3Rdk84KpIodhqrMa-siLhgKOYuf_Nt90YuabrfkRb1SJwcbvgIVAuUeqllPNN6gsbBO2C/'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmadbJhPjFdOjyHyYDhMZQEM0gKOv19JCb15epESrKTLvoGFk3Rhxs6I_pm8fxzrLpISs2AKw3Rdk84KpIodhqrMa-siLhgKOYuf_Nt90YuabrfkRb1SJwcbvgIVAuUeqllPNN6gsbBO2C/s400/2011-02-03_10-32-27_228.jpg' /></a></p><p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgdYVE59SaQ4jzEcgr5xUpx8CUiAVUxAzmvOBxzG9L3rtJVMavllWF9hpBy8yVuNfjZeUwahBEeuj62hKegvBKdpaOGC7JPTbFqRC3zkDGoah0lZS2Fvq3H0RDKVZChx1dAqiagpEldV6/'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgdYVE59SaQ4jzEcgr5xUpx8CUiAVUxAzmvOBxzG9L3rtJVMavllWF9hpBy8yVuNfjZeUwahBEeuj62hKegvBKdpaOGC7JPTbFqRC3zkDGoah0lZS2Fvq3H0RDKVZChx1dAqiagpEldV6/s400/2011-02-03_10-33-00_587.jpg' /></a></p><p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMtZ7BTD4Q7iVeqO0SUXaOX6Y6mnFHfMZHZTgqoZjhqEVa5XVPMQFVLeskSgtWzzJPcNt0uMZPaBkvphR29FRKHDRLQwXmwTKzX6VWRAHlidRVbgXcErDjzDlhepknI4gHjbXK1q0SGtT/'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMtZ7BTD4Q7iVeqO0SUXaOX6Y6mnFHfMZHZTgqoZjhqEVa5XVPMQFVLeskSgtWzzJPcNt0uMZPaBkvphR29FRKHDRLQwXmwTKzX6VWRAHlidRVbgXcErDjzDlhepknI4gHjbXK1q0SGtT/s400/2011-02-03_10-32-39_476.jpg' /></a></p><p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPaix_nQblglmbwGvUS8wXFo09sccbU-6YWuHZSgfj5F9zu6tpkpXiE0K92b5jc4dIR5zE98zTOZCsoVzKkOQEHcruArb25dsKSuZR5HN0tAWBceSOTiVDn1jUyCgT0TxM0tpKQA_EMrBY/'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPaix_nQblglmbwGvUS8wXFo09sccbU-6YWuHZSgfj5F9zu6tpkpXiE0K92b5jc4dIR5zE98zTOZCsoVzKkOQEHcruArb25dsKSuZR5HN0tAWBceSOTiVDn1jUyCgT0TxM0tpKQA_EMrBY/s400/2011-02-03_10-37-52_996.jpg' /></a></p><p><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzg1jPEK1yqMbSwUaoIBXgg8B0MXUuqba6g5r3zKE9k8VR_5k7I0m2lRucJ9FdASrSGS-PH9JkNx0kS7cMhi-cygyK4gsPHJpqKpYkT4tihW0kzJ5r4GfgqdwSLNI5y6fInFgfLGtHksc7/'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzg1jPEK1yqMbSwUaoIBXgg8B0MXUuqba6g5r3zKE9k8VR_5k7I0m2lRucJ9FdASrSGS-PH9JkNx0kS7cMhi-cygyK4gsPHJpqKpYkT4tihW0kzJ5r4GfgqdwSLNI5y6fInFgfLGtHksc7/s400/2011-02-03_10-33-09_598.jpg' /></a></p>Here are prime examples of how & where not to park your truck. Although sometimes convienient isn't always best. ;) <br/> <br/> All of these were taken near Walcott, IA yesterday. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-12582393423278797282011-02-02T19:03:00.001-05:002011-02-02T19:03:41.008-05:00Move along,Nothing to see here. Just testing blogger for android. <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.6</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-13159693815686397762010-12-22T12:27:00.000-05:002010-12-22T12:27:20.196-05:00Helping One of OwnRecently a fellow truck driver suffered a horrible loss. On Dec. 16th @truckersteve lost his home & his son in a house fire. While nothing can ease the hurt of losing his son, with a little help we can help make it easier for them to resume everyday life.<br />
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You can go to <a href="brycewillamadams.com ">brycewilliamadams.com</a> to find drop off points for donations if you live in the Prescott Valley, AZ area. There is also a link for Paypal donations. You can also go to <a href="www.roadsafetystore.com">Road Safety Store</a> & use promo code TV99. The customer receives 10% off while 30% of the net sale goes to help Steve & his family.<br />
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While I don't know Steve well, my heart goes out to him & his family. Please keep them in your thoughts as you celebrate the holidays with your families this year.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-49514559364399020212010-12-20T21:58:00.000-05:002010-12-20T21:58:47.811-05:00Send A Foreigner HomeOk. Due to popular request (ok actually only 1 request but whatever) I am going to try & make an effort to revive this blog. Now on with the regularly scheduled rambling.<br />
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The other evening on Twitter I had retweeted someone who had asked a question about why Europeans were so concerned over American politics. Not thinking much of it I continued enjoying my day off & woke up to one of my European followers (whom is currently living in the US) tweeting that it was because they enjoyed a good laugh. Well fuck you too. I made a few comments about if she didn't like it here, I would gladly eat Ramen noodles for the next 6 months to buy her a plane ticket home. To which she replied she didn't take charity. I told her not to think of it as charity but as a gift.<br />
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Later in the evening she posted <blockquote>It's always great to read how hated LEGAL immigrants are...</blockquote>.<br />
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I personally don't hate legal immigrants but I do hate their attitude of "well it's so much better where I come from". Why do you need to come here & tell us how great things are there? If it's so much better why are you here? Planes leave this country every day going to damn near every country out there.<br />
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Why do foreigners feel it's just fine and dandy to come to America & totally trash the way we do things, but if we were to go live in their home countries & talked smack about their governments & way of life it would be totally unacceptable? When did we become such a nation of namby pamby candy asses that can't stand up for our country? When did it become such a horrible thing to be an American? These countries look down their noses at us but yet when they get into trouble who are the first people they come running to? <br />
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All I have to say is if you don't like it, GET THE FUCK OUT!<br />
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So I'm proposing we start a fund to send these unhappy foreigners home. Who's with me?Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-39873222015324248972010-01-08T20:21:00.001-05:002010-01-08T20:36:37.985-05:00Shannon's Rules For Winter Driving<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Well, it's that time of year again. The snow's a flying, the winds are blowing & the idiots are out in force. So I thought I would pass on a couple of tips for safe winter driving. Actually these can be applied all year round.</span></span></b></span></span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"> No, seriously. GET. THE. FUCK. AWAY. I don't know what it is about some drivers but when the weather gets shitty they all want to ride in one big panicky group. Personally, I want as much space between me & your dumbass as possible. If you come flying up behind me, pass me. If I come up on you, don't jump out there & cut me off, because I'm liable to give you a good CB ass kicking for being an ignorant fucktard. So for your safety & my mental health, STAY AWAY.</span></span></b></span></span><br />
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</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-34303835687608661142009-11-01T14:04:00.004-05:002009-11-02T12:39:05.857-05:00A visit from Bob<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I know some of you will probably think I've finally gone off the deep end after reading this but going with the spirit of the season, I thought I would share with you my own ghost story.<br /><br />It all started about 8 years ago. I was doing the thing that all drivers hate, changing trucks. At first I just thought my CD player was being temperamental. It would play a few songs & then spit the CD out, & didn't think much about it.<br /><br />After a couple days I noticed I was waking up to the same dream. I would dream that someone was knocking on the door of my truck & as I got up to see who it was, all I would see was an older man wearing overalls & a baseball cap walking away, giving me a backwards wave. Then I would wake up about 5 minutes before my alarm would go off. This went on for about a week until I got back to the yard. I had a conversation with the Rick, the shop foreman, that went something like this...<br /><br />Me: "Hey Rick, did someone die in this truck I've got?"<br /><br />Rick: *funny look* "Why, did someone say something to you?"<br /><br />Me: "No. I've just been having a weird, recurring dream."<br /><br />Rick: "Uhhhh, yeah. You're not the first one to mention that. Actually a driver did die in that truck about a year ago."<br /><br />Me: "Was he an older guy that liked to wear bibbed overalls & baseball caps?"<br /><br />Rick: *turns even whiter* "Uhhh, yeah. How did you know?"<br /><br />Me: "Well, that's the guy I keep seeing in my dreams."<br /><br /><br />We talked for a bit more & he told me his name was Bob & that he had passed away from a heart attack. After I found out who he was he didn't visit quite as often but he would still make an appearance a couple of times a week. But when he did, I realized that he was the one responsible for my "malfunctioning" CD player. I had noticed that if it was country music or classic rock, all would be well but if I put in anything heavier, after about 3 songs it would eject.<br /><br />After a few months I had to change trucks again. I was kind of sad to leave Bob behind but soon realized he was not. He still makes an appearance from time to time, letting me know he's still there keeping an eye on me. He still doesn't like heavy metal though & the occasional slap to the back of the head can be annoying at times (I get these when he thinks I've pushed myself too hard), it's nice to know that after all these years he still visits.<br /></span></span></span>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-24567895981793310282009-09-23T17:00:00.005-04:002009-09-23T17:35:39.365-04:00OMG!!! I finally finished it.<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yay!!! I finally finished my Seraphina's shawl. I used a yummy purple varigated wool from Universal Yarn. Thanks to my Mom for being a sport & letting me post her ass on the interwebz. Sorry I have nothing other to report at this time, although I do have a few new posts rambling through my brain.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRNZ69lBBQszgXcgY0bSLuAMlGA9zxz1CZ3SgAnbUhh2odHfhP3okzLvPxQajdVYpk8261KurW9ru7lpe4LFsh6JuPJLueq65mx8h8rhipoEKA4zpuKt7EwTxmHH1xr9t-S1DbCcKzFlM/s1600-h/DSCI0164.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRNZ69lBBQszgXcgY0bSLuAMlGA9zxz1CZ3SgAnbUhh2odHfhP3okzLvPxQajdVYpk8261KurW9ru7lpe4LFsh6JuPJLueq65mx8h8rhipoEKA4zpuKt7EwTxmHH1xr9t-S1DbCcKzFlM/s320/DSCI0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384771584205931106" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHaYM538rHR9J8FRMRfW2WoZ6ejC7L74W0jyvY1u5ohWbmqGgvCdZ7V4PDX0EfbPIKT6Dj8Zz9ZEWZcKHfBgNBurj_61QKcbxLi7Ff5ZFCJVhJA_gl8UbOt4nS407wDX661inEXbeD8yLD/s1600-h/DSCI0165.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHaYM538rHR9J8FRMRfW2WoZ6ejC7L74W0jyvY1u5ohWbmqGgvCdZ7V4PDX0EfbPIKT6Dj8Zz9ZEWZcKHfBgNBurj_61QKcbxLi7Ff5ZFCJVhJA_gl8UbOt4nS407wDX661inEXbeD8yLD/s320/DSCI0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384771569332065938" border="0" /></a>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-86336631146056068102009-09-01T03:06:00.012-04:002009-09-23T17:36:16.615-04:00Where O' Where<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >For the 1 person that probably reads this blog & doesn't follow me on Twitter, I'M ALIVE!! No, really I am. I swear it. I have just felt totally uninspired to write anything. Hopefully that will change shortly.<br /><br />But until then I leave you with some sweet bebah kittehs & a bunnah.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4gri88uNJYPkdu2FJY3r2tpPH4Hlud4DPTtYIYu7tzSUXQ6h3kaFWAtgf53ujW55pkI56b4DIcpMy0LGpzvfEuiTWU9Xn6aUXSh5m1etU2MIUm2r1QFg3_lcf1sM_zHJebs7K-HMK-LI/s1600-h/funny-pictures-this-kitten-has-a-back-up.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4gri88uNJYPkdu2FJY3r2tpPH4Hlud4DPTtYIYu7tzSUXQ6h3kaFWAtgf53ujW55pkI56b4DIcpMy0LGpzvfEuiTWU9Xn6aUXSh5m1etU2MIUm2r1QFg3_lcf1sM_zHJebs7K-HMK-LI/s320/funny-pictures-this-kitten-has-a-back-up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376400077956822562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7BoZYhRVxvV992UsapvjNj0WsSs66_YkBAAA3kcE2_Ia7UCHCIw3gXwkCJa_5jTVilhSR27Wp4ChZYp894mChNyM55vba4gMSkZNzx0Wjkl9zHP2LgU6DeQOjU8YjHjX3MZkS4jRylqp/s1600-h/funny-pictures-kitten-steps-in-dog-poop1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7BoZYhRVxvV992UsapvjNj0WsSs66_YkBAAA3kcE2_Ia7UCHCIw3gXwkCJa_5jTVilhSR27Wp4ChZYp894mChNyM55vba4gMSkZNzx0Wjkl9zHP2LgU6DeQOjU8YjHjX3MZkS4jRylqp/s320/funny-pictures-kitten-steps-in-dog-poop1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376400071766882850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAuAhyphenhyphenPvUvXMfQBL8DABeBNJ4UbMGYAoiP0vNivKleMlkgRiXp6-gGEa-lAOSoIu_Ckkwh4wSQRNjEyJuQGcQSrarqlLG1hiiQ-3rSGye0V-VubHfHuLqz4m2OYuT_LSXjUBZu9loYncv_/s1600-h/i+feel+asleep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAuAhyphenhyphenPvUvXMfQBL8DABeBNJ4UbMGYAoiP0vNivKleMlkgRiXp6-gGEa-lAOSoIu_Ckkwh4wSQRNjEyJuQGcQSrarqlLG1hiiQ-3rSGye0V-VubHfHuLqz4m2OYuT_LSXjUBZu9loYncv_/s320/i+feel+asleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376400066084130514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyv1dUQ_l4gMWIJzxrisLFpZm7-3UcK0DfMz4qADNyuwlVkDfijXOW_h5W9fYdii6WKZB7nr1d9KjIg3RnwPq7l5Eqkmoph-6zOyeRJiK8XDuTPskWgd0NNo3jE3cFzsvN2xTJ5ynYzGUZ/s1600-h/funny-pictures-kitten-has-flavor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyv1dUQ_l4gMWIJzxrisLFpZm7-3UcK0DfMz4qADNyuwlVkDfijXOW_h5W9fYdii6WKZB7nr1d9KjIg3RnwPq7l5Eqkmoph-6zOyeRJiK8XDuTPskWgd0NNo3jE3cFzsvN2xTJ5ynYzGUZ/s320/funny-pictures-kitten-has-flavor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376400056209017362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRtZ9C3IELcXHpfEN79Y4SaZrtr7F_cOOc-tTEWgMEsN1Yk7c8nxJlywcxR1hevRjrlqdOLJEcJP-9768qf_26vv6CQRR21NF13v8cxzQ5KCso_zEF52jVpkPka9gclPHRYjT014HzasEQ/s1600-h/funny-pictures-bunny-is-sad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRtZ9C3IELcXHpfEN79Y4SaZrtr7F_cOOc-tTEWgMEsN1Yk7c8nxJlywcxR1hevRjrlqdOLJEcJP-9768qf_26vv6CQRR21NF13v8cxzQ5KCso_zEF52jVpkPka9gclPHRYjT014HzasEQ/s320/funny-pictures-bunny-is-sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376400045438331986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span></span><img src="file:///C:/Users/SHANNO%7E1.GYP/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-4045461562261508112009-06-11T19:38:00.010-04:002009-09-23T17:37:14.126-04:00You don't have the right.......<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" >The First Amendment of the United States Constitution states:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span>Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That's right America. You don't have the right to not be offended by what someone says. They have a right to say it, no matter how tasteless, crude or socially unacceptable it may be. But you DO NOT have the right to not be offended.<br /><br />Yes, I am defending David Letterman's right to say crude and tasteless things about Gov. Sarah Palin's daughter. I've been seeing people post on Twitter all day how about he should be fired & to contact the shows sponsors & let them know how upset you are by his statements. All I have to say to that is, great a freaking life already.<br /><br />When did we become a nation of namby pamby whiners? I am so sick of these people that feel the need to turn this country into a nanny state. If you're offended, I have a novel idea, TURN THE EFFING CHANNEL.<br /><br />Does it somehow make you feel better about yourself to want the man fired for a tasteless statement? Does it make you feel better to shove your morality down someone else's throat?<br /><br />I am by no means condoning or agreeing with the statements he made. But as an American I will defend his right to say them.<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-42452636403222206432009-06-10T20:20:00.006-04:002009-09-23T17:38:43.921-04:00One of my favorite places<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiedotWcfQcZOL_kCxpyh2OfxONnBkmuoJrF77rA4G6faNT05nbq4MWJg5BpEYheeyu2OZjDg1WXOKvsLs_MkzQjb32Y8ARsohY6ChyphenhyphenuJFRwzLj-FmPldIcZgBMukW3mMa_RX7e7zjrAzBD/s1600-h/DSCI0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiedotWcfQcZOL_kCxpyh2OfxONnBkmuoJrF77rA4G6faNT05nbq4MWJg5BpEYheeyu2OZjDg1WXOKvsLs_MkzQjb32Y8ARsohY6ChyphenhyphenuJFRwzLj-FmPldIcZgBMukW3mMa_RX7e7zjrAzBD/s320/DSCI0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345859600268216130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Today I thought I would share with you, one of my favorite places. It's just a little wide spot in the road on I-80 </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >at mile marker 333, near Buford, WY. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >The sign beside the tree reads as follows,</span><br /></span><p style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">"This small pine tree that seems to be growing out of solid rock has fascinated travelers since the first train rolled past on the Union Pacific Railroad. It is said that the builders of the original railroad diverted the tracks slightly to pass by the tree as they laid rails across Sherman Mountain in 1867-69. It is also said that trains stopped here while locomotive firemen 'gave the tree a drink' from their water buckets. The railroad moved several miles to the south in 1901 and the abandoned grade became a wagon road. </span></p><p style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"In 1913 the Lincoln Highway Association was formed 'To procure the establishment of a continuous improved highway from the Atlantic to the Pacific.' The Lincoln Highway was an instant success in a nation enamored with the newfangled automobiles and eager for a place to drive them. The Lincoln passed right by Tree Rock as did U. S. 30 in the 1920s and Interstate 80 in the 1960s. At this place the road was approaching the 8,835-foot Sherman Summit, the highest point on the Lincoln. The view of the surrounding mountains was like nothing that west-bound easterners had ever seen. Still, they noticed the little tree, which became the favored subject of many early postcards and photographs. It still is. "The tree is a somewhat stunted and twisted limber pine (Pinus flexilis), a type of tree commonly found in this area where ponderosa and limber pines dominate the landscape. The age of the tree is unknown, although limber pines can live as long as 2,000 years. The tree grows out of a crack in a boulder of Precambrian era pink Sherman granite formed more than 1-4 billion years ago." </span><span class="tipnamedate" style="font-size:100%;">[Chuck Rhode, 07/12/2007] <a href="http://www.roadsideamerica.com/tip/11660">info came from here<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></a></span></p><p style="font-style: italic;"><br /></p><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >This one little limber pine has been a source of inspiration for me since the first time I laid eyes on it 10 years ago. It showed me that if one lone tree can struggle its way through a crack in a chunk of granite, then surely I could persevere anything. I think we can all take something away from this little tree. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Even though it gets battered by some of the roughest winds & blasted with snow & ice every winter it still stands tall.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >With a little effort & determination, we too can struggle through the cracks to stand tall in sun.</span>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-71331441078227335342009-05-21T23:05:00.009-04:002009-09-23T17:39:10.152-04:00Policing ourselves<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Today I did something I've never done before. I called in on another driver. It was just the proverbial straw that broke the camels back. While sitting in a short backup coming into a construction zone, a driver came up the left lane, passing 2 cars trying to get in the right lane. He was still doing 55 & passed them by running onto the lefthand shoulder, just so he could get to the front of the line.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">This is something that is seen on a daily basis. So called professional drivers, acting in an unprofessional & unsafe manor. But as drivers what do we do? Most of the time nothing is said, other than bitching on the radio. Then the driver that says something about it is told to "shut up & drive your truck & I'll drive mine." Yet more unprofessional behavior. So what options are left? One could call the cops, but unless it's a drunk driver they generally are not interested. So calling the company is the only 'option'. And yes, companies do take these calls seriously. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Now don't get me wrong, I'm not advocating calling in for a minor "oh crap, I had my head up my butt" moment. Because we all have those from time to time. But if someone is driving recklessly that is a different story. While this recklessness is in itself a serious issue the bigger problem are companies & driving schools. Companies are under pressure to keep a driver in the truck & driving schools are cranking out student drivers at an extremely high rate. While many of these drivers will mature into very good drivers, the ones that don't make the rest of us look bad. But most of these companies have no idea of the unsafe nature of their drivers. I know it seems as though most companies only want a warm body in the truck, but most of them want that warm body to do the job in a safe & professional manner. So if nobody is telling them, how are they going to know?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">So unless we start policing ourselves, no one else is going to.</span></span><br /></span></span>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-18461664994298574032009-05-11T21:20:00.002-04:002009-09-23T17:39:36.864-04:00A letter to those who ask why............<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Dear Sir or Madam,</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />You have inquired as to why I would ever want to drive a truck. So let me ask you a few questions.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Have you ever chased a sunset across Montana??</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Awoken on top of the hill at daybreak looking down on Albuquerque on the morning of the annual balloon festival?? </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Seen the sun rise off the Maine coast??</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >What about driving thru California farm country & seeing nothing but beautiful, fragrant roses as far as the eye can see?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >There are many more breathtaking sights I have seen crossing this country & lots of others have seen these same things. But how many can say they got paid to see them?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Being a truck driver epitomizes the American spirit of freedom & independence. Yes, there are many things (the layovers, crummy truck stops, the impossible delivery schedules)that are not so glamorous about trucking. Many days it’s a dirty, thankless job. You may see a slow & lumbering truck as something of a nuisance, but please remember this, without trucks you wouldn’t have that nice car you’re driving or the clothes on your back. So next time you’re tempted to give one of us a wave, let us see all of your fingers & not just one.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br />Sincerely yours,</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br />Gypsy</span>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-77029292484136728492009-05-05T21:01:00.010-04:002009-09-23T17:40:42.338-04:00The Scathing Response<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >@TruckerDesiree’s response is just……so……uh wow…………..</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Seeing as how she won’t post anything in a public forum, I figured I would share her response with you all. The following was sent to me via direct message on Twitter. Complete with typos so that way she can’t say I misquoted her.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I only block people who make a career from me because they have no life of their own. I'm tired of giving them free material when they could be foing something useful like taking care of their kids. BTW did you ever see your new friends post about how she felt about Trucker who crochet & have you easy going manner? That's the funny part. You morons don't even know where all the previous posts are that make you look like total fools. Also "Women in Trucking" um.. well, I will let you find out for yourself. Its a suprise. If you guys only have 5 brain cells between you instead of ... oh brother...</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Where oh where do I start????</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Ok first of all, you block people who have don’t buy into your line of crap, plain & simple. FYI I’ve made driving my career & you are just a minor annoyance along the way. By the way I can still see everything you post. Just because you’re not in my tweet stream doesn’t mind I can’t see your inane babble.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Number 2. I don’t have kids. Love them, just don’t want them. So if you’re going to try & put me ‘in place’ with a statement like that, just maybe you should find out a bit more about me.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Number 3. I’m not sure which new friend you’re talking about. But if someone has a problem with me because I crochet & knit & drive a truck…..bring it on.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Number 4. Well since I’m such a fool, why don’t you show me these posts. But I would rather look like a fool, than a misinformed ass with a persecution complex.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Number 5. A ‘suprise’ ooooooo I like SURPRISES!!!! So what are you going to do??? Drag my name thru the mud & post horrible things about me online or are you going to call my mommy & tell her I’ve been a bad girl?? (actually she already knows, where do you think I learned all my evilness from??) So whatever you decide to do, all I have to say to that is, BRING IT BITCH!!!!!!(that one’s for you Terry *grin*)</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Number 6. I had more brain cells but they committed suicide after reading your tweets. I know that wasn’t very nice. But I couldn’t help myself.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >You probably think that I’m doing this out of jealousy or something like that, but really I’m not. Or because your ‘girly’ & ‘feminist’, & all I have to say to that is PUH-LEEZ. I’m sure it would probably be a great shock to know that I’m exactly those things that you claim to be. I wear skirts, get my nails done, crochet & knit, & have worked twice as hard as you’ll ever have to just so ‘women’ like you can even be given half a chance. I am by no means one of the true pioneers of women in trucking. Maybe you should check out </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://www.ladytruckdrivers.com/firstladytrckdriver.htm"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Lillie Drennan</span></a></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" > or some of the women <a href="http://www.womenintrucking.org/my-story.cfm">here</a>.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >It just sickens me to see someone, under the guise of being a trucker, make crackpot statements against other drivers & the industry in general. I know it might actually shock you to know that we do agree that there are changes that need to be made in the industry. So those of us who have been working ‘behind the scenes’ to make the industry better will continue to do so, without feeling the need to bask in a spotlight.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />"Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult." ~Charlotte Whitton </span>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3964205222168630469.post-65465846695210831592009-04-30T23:10:00.005-04:002009-09-23T17:41:55.489-04:00More Blog Fodder Inspired by @TruckerDesiree<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ooooo! I’m on a roll this week….two, count ‘em two, @TruckerDesiree inspired posts & in two days no less. *grin* If she’s good for nothing else, she does give me great fodder for my blog.<br /><br />This one dealing with the hauling of hazardous materials & ‘lack of’ safe parking.<br /><br />I’m sure most people pay no attention to the various little placards that go on the sides of trailers marking it as a hazmat load. But those on point squares can tell you a lot about what is in that trailer. Sometimes it’s something as common as household cleaners & bleach. While these particular items can cause an environmental hazard are fairly innocuous in the grand scheme of things once packaged for consumer use. Now in tanker trucks you get everything from gasoline to sulphuric acid. Which would have significant environmental impact if spilled. Box trailers also haul these bulk chemicals but just in smaller containers.<br /><br />But it seems as though Desiree’s problem is who should or should not haul these items. Which after 9/11 the rules on this changed. It used to be anyone that held a CDL could get a hazardous materials endorsement. Ohhh the horrors in that thought. *insert large amount of sarcasm* But in these enlightened times if one wishes to haul these items you have to have your fingerprints taken & a background check run. You can find out more about it<a href="http://www.tsa.gov/what_we_do/layers/hazmat/index.shtm"> here</a>. There is also company training that one must take as well. This does vary from company to company & whether or not you are pulling a tanker or certain kinds of items…ex. Dynamite. (oh yeah, even dynamite is moved by truck) But there are certain people convicted of certain crimes that are not eligible to haul these items.<br /><br />Desiree would like to add to this list student drivers. I’m not sure how much experience she thinks one should have before hauling such things. Actually to a point I agree with her. I would take little comfort in knowing that there was a student driver fresh out of school hauling 44,000 lbs. of dynamite across the Hoover Dam coming at me (which you can no longer take a truck over the Hoover Dam, thank you Mr. Bin Laden, but you get my point). But the stuff she & most of the drivers at the company where she works do not haul these ‘more’ hazardous items. So with training in proper loading & load securing these items shouldn’t present much of a challenge. But to listen to her tell it, it’s nothing short of being mentally tortured to haul a HazMat load.<br /><br />Now onto the ‘lack of’ safe parking. I have been trying to figure out what exactly is ‘safe’ parking?? Is it a pay to park lot?? Which by the way are a complete joke. If you look at the little ticket they give you it says they are not responsible for your safety or the safety of your vehicle. Then what’s the point of having a ‘secure’ lot? A well lighted lot??<br /><br />But if you look at where most truck stops are located, they are in the worst areas of town. So where exactly are ‘safe’ places for Desiree to park?? How about at where she delivers?? Oh right, she’s on Wal-Mart dedicated & they don’t allow truck parking at their distribution centers. Even the ones that deliver there. (Only one of the myriad of reasons not to shop at Wal-Mart)<br /><br />Does she think that bad things don’t happen in safe areas?? If so then she is sadly mistaken. Bad things happen everywhere. And if a driver is ‘forced’ into parking somewhere ’unsafe’, then that is no ones fault but their own. A little thing called trip planning is a drivers best friend. They even have these nifty truck stop guides that let you know where even the smallest of truck stops are located. Even the ones in the middle of BFE. I do agree that in certain areas of the country there are less available parking areas, the north east being one. But once again with a little trip planning this can be remedied.<br /><br />I know what I’m saying may not be the ‘popular’ thing to say but I really don’t care. One of her tweets stated that any publicity was good publicity & I hate to be the one to burst her bubble, but it’s really not. So hopefully she comes to her senses one day, but until then I won’t hold my breath.</span></span>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05107786532087876273noreply@blogger.com1