I truly had no idea that it has been so long since I last posted. My sincere apologies. ( sometimes the wandering conusmes one's very being, and although time is not standing still it certainly appears to be moving ever so slowly.)

The world has certainly moved. No standing still, or mulling what shall we do next. tens of thousands of lives have been lost, or taken too soon, minions of leaders who deem themselves the one chosed to lead their people to salvation have taken other who prefer the slower, less used road, or who for that matter don't agree with the rules and doctrines of whoever is in power at any given time. No one's live should be taken before their time! We all have something to offer no matter how humble, or proud, each indivdual has some gem, some aspect of life to make all of us richer, and more serene in our lives.

Is it ironic that I always seem to go months, even years without posting, then when I do, it seems like it's always around Christmas.
Here it is again near Christmas 2012.

 Another empty void it would appear of my mundane life, not really but, life is what one makes it, and to be honest I am not a daily blog poster. Sometimes honestly life gets away with me, and I get caught up in experincing all it has to offer. You truly can not experince life chained to a laptop, or personal computer. You need to inhale it, hold it, immerse yourself, your body, your mind in it. Feel it with your hands, feet, body, hear it with your ears, see it with your eyes, smell it with your nose. Like newly mown hay, the smell of hot summer days wafts across the fields and into your nose, you close your eyes, and see it undulating in the fields as the invisible winds caress it, rains pummel it, and the ground soaks the goodness of the water deep within it's ecosystem to nourish the world.

I leave you with this tidbit, I will return, it will be sooner ( honestly)
than a span of years. My Mother has passed onto her next journey, 97 years of age the grand Matriarch of the family, the last of the great ones
we are although happy that she is no longer in pain, she will be missed... I did not want this first entry to be of this variety, but she is in my every thought more than I realized. I bid you all a fair adieu, and will be back another day. Godspeed all you who have gone on before

It Truly Has Been A Long time

Well to everyone that reads my mindless, at time thoughtful banter, and musing I am sorry I have not posted since VERY early this year that is nearly over!
No real reasons why, work, not enough hours in the day, and really what makes what I do with my life any more special than what you do with yours? It doesn't. That you honor me with a counter that says 11 thousand+ of you care enough to stop by boggles my mind, makes me want to write more, I feel as though I have let you down in some way, but, then the more sensible side of me comes back to life, and says now just a minute here, YOU really think people care a rat's rear end what you've been up too? People who read blogs, read because they have an insatiable hunger that drives them to read, read, and read more. Somewhat like yourself, silly person! Who else reads labels at the store, you say it is because you want to know what's in the product, BUT, we all know it is because you feel the need to KNOW, and to READ, read, read, and your oblivious to all because you have your nose in something that has print upon it's pages, and your entranced, give me a minute, will you while I finish reading this!

We are off again for the winter. Going to the family house as the matriarch is at the ripe age of 94, and we all decided to make this the Christmas we would lay down our arguments, and become the offspring of the union that fathered us all, and celebrate with her as she is still basically able to hold an earth shattering conversation, and keep us all on our toes, and truly hoping we could at least light the candle that she has so bravely carried all these years in the face of adversaries, the kind that you and I only read about, and that epic movies are made about.
It shall be a grand event, for an even grander, elegant lady.

With that graceful thought in my brain, I wish all who read these postings, and those that don't a very blessed, Christmas season, AND if Christmas isn't your religion, then a season that you, yourself dictate, may it be rich in what you desire, peaceful in the knowledge that the world is unfolding in the way that it was meant to, and there really is nothing that any of us can do to change the way it is unfolding, except to get comfortable, and hang on!

Greetings From the Cyber Truckstop

Greetings from the cyber truckstop. Actually we are sitting at the house where we
have been since Mid December. Freight basically dries up although as it usually goes
if your at the right "spot" at the "right" time you can usually score a run no matter
what the season, or freight climate. We just decided that with the roads being an
unknown quality come ice, snow, and inept crews that staying home was a far easier
pill to swallow.

We haven't been lazy, although we aren't driving perse. Our taxes are nearly done for
another year, and although it seemed like we hauled a ton of ourselves around the country
we were in fact only out for 170 days. That seems about par perhaps a tad bit on the slow
side, but, ya know we can afford to do it, so why the heck not!

Had a nice quiet Christmas, talked to everyone that needed talking too, and reminded the
family of the upcoming trip where we all touched base for the first time in face to face
scenario in 2 years.... what a frigging blast! We are all older, perhaps wiser, although the
younger members of the family disagreed on that point, the eldest member of the family...
the Grand matriarch coming in at 93 years of age, and still packing a healthy whack of
intelligence, and brute force to be reckoned with admitted we had all turned out rather
well considering our upbringing, or perhaps lack of.

We are now back at the house surveying the frozen lake,and dreaming of sunny days,
and tugging lines, and of course we are slated to go back to work next week, but, you
know... perhaps not....

Greetings from the road

Greetings friends, neighbors, any and all who come to visit.
It's been a slow week for freight in our business. 2.5 ruins
total miles maybe 2000. Last run paid well but was only
90 miles set us right back into Atlanta, and the home of (
as far as I am concerned) scary truckstops! The place we
resting our heads this weekend and resetting our clocks
is at least free, and therefore has more let's say interesting
people strolling through, pan handleing etc.

We are trying to get home for the festivities of All Hallows
Eve.... time will tell

Dont forget play Bow-Wow trivia!!
Thanks for your support

Play the game

Either way win or lose...........the critters win with free kibble donated to feed them.

Stand Up For Your Rights Weekend

It happens everyday, or at least it should what we celebrate this weekend.
Some more than others, some perhaps never.... (Oh that word...
have to do a page on that soon).

Remember all who have walked, talked, ran for office, stood up for the
weak, the innocent, put their feet in their yawning mouths, who have
skipped, walked, danced to a different drummer..... because they truly
believed in what they were doing would make the world a better place.

I applaud my Mother for having the courage to face the big logging companies
of the Pacific Northwest, and literally lying down on a logging road to impede
their destruction, I applaud her friend Gordon, who recently stood up for the
trees of Nova Scotia, and was wrestled to the ground for leaning against one
of the trees slated for destruction, holding a Canadian flag by the Provincial
Police. I applaud all the people who have done something courageous for us
the population whether it strengthen our workforce, or strengthen our
resolve to make the world a better place.

Life

Ah......... Life.

One minute your flying on top of it all, the next your cascading down the sides of a bottomless
pit, wondering if your ever going to stop, and just as important are you ever going to be
carefree, and casual again about anything.

My niece lost her youngest child the other day. Caroline was about a month old. Poor, innocent
child, her parents, adrift in a wash of raw emotions, clinging, yet pushing away the outpouring of sympathy, and empathy from us all. I stand in helpless abandonment and wash another sink of dishes, and hold tear-wrenched bodies, and read stories to the ones left behind.
I pray the parents will someday find the peace within their souls that they truly did all that they could. The two divine children who are left will never replace the one who left, but, they are their own souls, their own people, and they will bring joy to their parents, they will help fill in the void that Caroline left in their own way.

Forgive yourselves, for the children have.
Hugs,and peace

Life Comes AT you Fast

Life sure comes at one fast. I mean think about it... The long hazy days
of growing up are a blur now, but, way back then the days lounged by,
at times not moving fast enough especially when there was some great
adventure planned, then the days crawled by dreadfully slowly.

Now at the ripest part of life, when one is able to enjoy and savour each
passing moment to the fullest, the days and the events that make them
special flee from your grasp as though you had the plaque.

But, then there are also the events that unfold that you really wish you had
no part of, the ones that you could have sworn were from some A or B film,
that the writer's were bored with the way their life was going so let's pretend
to spice someone else's life up and do this film.

Wasn't looking forward to having my 15 minutes of fame concern this city that
I live in. Wasn't interested in having the extra stress, and the concern that
someone else has in how I conduct my affairs, however boring, and mundane that they are. We did nothing wrong. NOTHING, but, now I am contacting the local
newspapers, television stations on the advice of the State Police, that if we want the protection we deserve that this is the only way we will get it.
So be sure and watch the news Channel2,4 and 7 have been contacted. Sure hope to heck that someone comes out.

Rodent Escapades

Day 2, or 3, I think it's actually week 2 or 3...
anyways the live trap was sprung again but, not until
the peanut butter on the paddle had been well licked!

So we now think it's larger than a mouse, or chipmunk,
perhaps a squirrel, or a rat. Now we are going to try
the larger live trap again. It will be well greased, a wisp
of a lick shall shut the doors, and we will lay out the
banquet of all time for rodents, succulent cheese, organic
peanut butter, whole grain breads, the smells permanating
the attic shall tickle their nose, and bring them to the trap
in a hypnotic trance of easy pickings.
Shall we cross our fingers, and toes, and pray that the little
darling quite literally takes the bait!

Santa Claus

Well, it's 10 days and counting ( Whose counting anyway!!)
Here's a site for all the kids, even the one's who have a hard
time admitting that they still are!

With that in mind ( It's there somewhere) I am off to track down
the rodent that has taken up residence in the ceiling of this house
that is the floor of another house, that this house is built under-
neath!!!! It's no wonder that the the live traps can't catch him there's
not much room between the ceiling and the floor:-( Sadly,
if it's not caught before we head out, I am throwing some drop em dead
in their tracks stuff up there... already discussed this with it, and told it
that in it's best interests it shoud get caught... after all it is top of the
line cheese up there, and there is rodent food until the weather vastly
improves down here. I told him/her it's your choice. I hope it
chooses wisely.

Your Sky

New Post again, another interesting link.
Map the heavens the night you were born!!!!
Map the heavens the night of your first date, the night you wed,
your first kiss, your first big break in anything.....

Another Link

Another link, and wow it finally came together after looking at it, cross eyed and all!!!

New Link!!!!!

New Link...
This guy and his friends are hilarious!

Letters To My Father

Afternoon Father,

Drove down to Ohio yesterday, ordered a reefer unit for the truck, and attempted
to spec out a box for the truck. We are thinking we will just add to the frame our-
selves, and weld a decent DOT fishplate to join it altogether. Then have the box
put on the frame. Decisions, decisions none easy, all long lasting repercussions,
so we want to take our time and do it right, so that the next truck, AND there will
be another one, will go together much easier.

Drove under the canopy of trees today. Some are changing, some resisting the
known fact that their brief life is over,and Winter is indeed coming.

Mum's on her way to Loopyland. She is going to see Amz, and perhaps some
old friends, and they are stopping to see Brian's nephews golden retriever's.
She's a fantastic person, and still going strong. I often compared you two,
as mum being west coast 90, and you east coast 90, she's still going strong...
and although you lost Maxine, who you loved dearly I think, perhaps even
though the economy isn't that good on the west coast..... the lifestyle is better.
Food for thought, wouldn't you say?
By the way the Canadian dollar is at par today!!!!!! First time in 30+ years

Letters To My Father

Dear Father,

It's been almost 2 months since you passed. Life is amazing, in that even
though you've gone onto the next phase, we keep muddling along here.
People extend their condolences, perfect strangers who if I didn't have your
death certificate in hand, would presume you were alive and kicking somewhere
To them I tell them you lived a long, and very rewarding life. 92 years. No
small feat in any one's estimate.

That your home was to the covered eye, a beautiful home, with all the amenities is true. To the naked, uncovered eyes of your children, (your own,
and your stepchildren) the place was a pack rat's heaven!
I have held in my hands, since your passing interesting sized boxes.... I only
have to remember the hoards of interesting sized boxes we uncovered at your
house to remember I don't want my children to remember me as a saver of
interesting sized boxes, and hurriedly toss them in the recycle box.
I seriously think twice before saving anything now... my life's possessions
fit in my car, except for some furniture that the girl's have, I've either donated
or tossed everything else.

I looked at your living will the other day. Remembering all the pain,
and uncomfortable things you put up with towards the end.
Father, I would have brought you home in an instant if I could have,
for you to end your days in the house you saved, gazing with fondness
at the lake you sailed, and cruised. You could have fought all your
Navy battles in your mind looking at the lake. But, sadly your living
will left the boys in charge, and there was no way they would ever
allow you to come home. sometimes a woman's heart is in the right
place, even if their business mind is not what you would call cut throat.
Sometimes, Father it truly is the heart that cares.

Was truly sad to see your life end up in 2 dumpsters. I am still amazed
that the Salvation Army was not in the least interested in yours and Max's
life belongings. We gave away to churches what we could, took what we
wanted, things we couldn't have,and enjoy when you were alive, we got
in the end. You'll be glad to know that I got your music collection, and the
art that I wanted, beyond that there really wasn't anything that meant much
to me, although I do thank you for all the childhood pictures of the kids.

It's too bad that you kept us apart us and Max's children. That Tina and I are
such good friends was because I came over unannounced one Labour Day when
she was in town. You and Max had all those anniversaries, birthday's, holiday's
to share the families, and you chose to keep us apart. As though we weren't
good enough for them, or they us.

Well, we ran into a speed bump with the truck. Seems the box is not fork-lift
rated, so we are having one built to our specifications. Probably for the
best. Although it backs up our start date by four to six weeks, we will just tighten the belt a little more snugly.

You do realize that I am the only one who left her job to come home, and see you through your last months?
It's been rough but, for you, Father I would do it again, gladly.
I'll re-assess how I deal with the other family members though, some have
been supportive, others free loaders, the free loaders have grazed to the
stubble their last meal with me.

Be blessed wherever you are Father. Look at us when we are plying the highways
and back roads. Know that although we were never really close, you are my
Father, and I am your only daughter. And, I do love you,and always will.

A Toast To End All Toasts

Here's to me, and here's to you.
And,..... if by chance we disagree,...
Then to Hell with you, and here's to ME.

I was raised on this toast, and the supposed fact that
it was considered in bad taste to "clink" your glass,
because every time one 'clinked' their glass, a sailor
died at sea. Now, I am not sure about this only going
on what my old man told us time and time again.

I much rather prefer that everytime one 'clinks'
their glass that another angel gets their wings.

We 'planted' the old man on August 4, 2007.
Well part of him lies with his second wife, Maxine.
Suffice to say that she was never a Mother to me,
let alone her own children, or grand babies.
Took the rest of the time to settle the house,and
ready it for the market. In reality we cleaned the
place out in 10 days... no small feat to which the
bulk of the whole mess landed in my stepsister's
lap, and to her I give a hearty applaud,and a rather
loud 'CLINK' on the glass of creme de cacao I am now
drinking.

Sadder still that my Dad's illustrious career ended up
in 2 dumpsters, a very sad reflection of the current
economy of throw away society that thousands of
dollars of very good clothing, and furniture ended up in
there too. I kid you not Salvation Army turned us away,
and by the time we found that out it was too late to get any
one else. Im sick at heart but, it goes to show that if you
haven't used it in at least a year ditch it now while you
have some control over where it goes.

On a lighter note............
The truck is nearly ready to go get put together....
AFTER MONTHS of searching,and talking to
engineers, and frame people and liftgate people
we have narrowed it down, and should have the
truck into some body's garage by the end of the week
early next week IM hoping.

Have a splendid fall...............

In honour of my brother Zigzagman,sister Agrah a mere stump upon the Pacific coast at the Pacific Rim Provincial Park
a more fitting ode I could not have found:-). It is here that countless visitors from all walks of life have
tipped their heads back, and allowed the mellow taste of their particular quaff to flow pleasingly down
their throats.
That they honour my brothers and sisters in such regal surroundings with the next known landmass of
any substance to be Japan I am sure they have great reverence for the area as
these caps attest that they are here, and not strewn upon the beach
awaiting some frolicking person to heavily trod upon them
whilst not wearing shoes.