One Hookers Ramblings

There are some drivers out there that get nervous if they have to venture more than 5 miles off the interstate, but I'm one that really enjoys a good stretch of two lane road. The less traffic the better in my opinion.  I thought I would show some pictures of a recent trip to Ririe Dam in Ririe, ID.  Unfortunately most of my pictures didn't turn out due to the cloudiness of the day & the rest have a reflection of my notebook in the windshield.  Derp.  But I did manage to pull a few good ones out of my ass.

I've been going back and forth trying to decide how much to tell. I think I've finally made up my mind.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

*phone rings

*Jim banging around in garage -

Jim - *hollering* Will you awnser the phone?

Me - *sarcasticly* Yes dear.

Me - picks up phone & recognizes Jaime's cell - Jones residence, Jim's fuck puppet speaking, how may I help you?

Jaime - Hey Shannon, how's it going?

Me - Not bad.

*20 min of girl talk*

Jaime - By the way, you didn't fuck in my bed did you?

Me - Ewww no. But I would rethink eating at the dinner table, the kitchen counter, the couch, the washer.

Jaime - Ha. I'd like to see you get on top of the washer with the dryer there.

Me - The top of the dryer is REALLY clean.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

Uncle - You know Shannon, if you could just see to find your back to the Church......

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.

Now just picture about 30 people sitting their with the look of 'oh my god I can't believe she said that'.

This is the point where me & my cousins S & H all go to the strip club and say fuck the family reunion.

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.

Earlier 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".

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.

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.

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.

It 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.

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.

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?

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. ;)

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.

Here are prime examples of how & where not to park your truck. Although sometimes convienient isn't always best. ;)

All of these were taken near Walcott, IA yesterday.

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Recently 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.

You can go to brycewilliamadams.com 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 Road Safety Store & use promo code TV99. The customer receives 10% off while 30% of the net sale goes to help Steve & his family.

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.