<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216</id><updated>2012-01-18T17:16:40.250-06:00</updated><category term='Trucking'/><category term='Orientation'/><category term='Regulations'/><category term='IdleAire'/><category term='CPAP'/><category term='APU'/><title type='text'>A Trucker and His Wife</title><subtitle type='html'>There are always two sides to a story.  This is our attempt to share them both.  I (the wife) will share what it's like on the home front and hubby will check in from the road to set the record straight and share his side of the story.

Stay tuned.  The first 9 months of this journey have already been eventful.  I'm sure there's still more to come.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-5370285204530456931</id><published>2011-10-07T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T18:58:27.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! A whole year without a post. Guess I lost the blogging bug?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-5370285204530456931?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5370285204530456931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=5370285204530456931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5370285204530456931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5370285204530456931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow-whole-year-without-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-3296928556038304282</id><published>2010-10-07T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:16:55.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work already?</title><content type='html'>Had a great hometime. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. First day back and I have to sit in a truck stop for four hours to have a tire changed on the trailer I just picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total forward progress for today... 20 miles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-3296928556038304282?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3296928556038304282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=3296928556038304282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3296928556038304282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3296928556038304282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-work-already.html' title='Back to work already?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-6288917434576482853</id><published>2010-06-17T22:38:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:30:15.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/TBrzFtuBCbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/1iUSI17zsNc/s1600/mad+martian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/TBrzFtuBCbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/1iUSI17zsNc/s400/mad+martian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_IDAppData_5483962775774497202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it's been a fun few days.  The fun all started a few days ago when I received a call from one of the load planners asking if I could swap loads with another driver and then drive an additional 25o miles.  I checked how many hours I had left to drive for the day as well as how many hours I had left on my 14. I told him I had the driving hours but was running out on my 14 due to a lengthy delay earlier in the day. This didn't phase him and he put the load on me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled off at the next truck stop and proceeded to wait for the other driver to arrive for four hours. Now with only three hours left on my 14 there was no way I could make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called dispatch to inform them but, the day crew had left the building and now the drastically understaffed night shift was there.  They don't have the man power to do much at this point. The chance of finding another driver in the area with available hours are slim at best during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their advise... Just get rolling with it and we'll try to find another swap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed that the swap never happened. You're right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the receiver seven hours late and ended up waiting til the next morning to get unloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started a domino - chain reaction for the next two days causing me to be late to every scheduled pick up and delivery.  Causing yet another dreaded swapfest to ensure on time delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This irks me every time this happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-6288917434576482853?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6288917434576482853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=6288917434576482853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6288917434576482853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6288917434576482853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-its-been-fun-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/TBrzFtuBCbI/AAAAAAAAAaA/1iUSI17zsNc/s72-c/mad+martian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7958223376938685644</id><published>2010-06-13T00:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:42:26.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must say ANOTHER giant humongous thanks to Josh for getting the GPS software back on line after I tried to kill it today!  It's complicated to explain, but the software won't run on the operating system on the new laptop so Josh installed a virtual operating system within the supplied system. In essence, I'm running to systems simultaneously. One for the GPS and one for everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made decent time and miles today so I'm a little ahead of schedule, which is just how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Way more fun to be ahead than behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending  the night in OKC where it is hot and muggy!!!  Another long day tomorrow to keep ahead of schedule, which should put me somewhere in the middle of Tennessee, and then a nice easy day on Monday.   :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7958223376938685644?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7958223376938685644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7958223376938685644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7958223376938685644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7958223376938685644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-must-say-another-giant-humongous.html' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-2723033848862090508</id><published>2010-06-10T21:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:02:12.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back on the road again. I must say a giant humongous thanks to my son for getting the new laptop up and running. Getting the GPS software to work on this thing was nothing short of a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out of San Diego this morning on my way to North Carolina. Hauling premade salads.&lt;br /&gt;After North Carolina I'm planning on heading up to Maine... Don't know if that's where I'll be going or not, but if you never make plans, then you'll never go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Della :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-2723033848862090508?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2723033848862090508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=2723033848862090508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2723033848862090508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2723033848862090508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-on-road-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4107280700964227203</id><published>2009-07-13T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:58:52.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry Up And Wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I,m sitting at one of our regular shippers with just a little extra time on my hands so, time for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received the preplan for this load last night, I sorta knew this would be the case, based on previous experience with this particular shipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a paper mill in Arkansas.  And they have such a reputation for not being ready, our dispatch puts a little note in the comments section of the dispatch to note what time you arrive, get loaded (if it's not a preloaded trailer) and what time you depart so they can bill them for tying up one of their trucks for an unnecessarily excessive amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they're having a "production delay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived around noon after a three hour drive from my previous drop and check in at the trailer inspection area (they inspect all the inbound trailers to ensure they're clean, odor free, don't have any sharp protrusions into the cargo area and no signs of leaks) and after waiting 20 minutes for the trailer inspector to finish up a personal phone call, I was informed of the a fore mentioned delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No explanation for the delay. Just come back at ten p.m. and they'll check and see if the product is done and ready to be loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! A ten hour wait and no guarantee it will even be ready. And now it's a live load to boot. Guess I'm not making any forward progress today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4107280700964227203?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4107280700964227203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4107280700964227203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4107280700964227203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4107280700964227203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2009/07/hurry-up-and-wait.html' title='Hurry Up And Wait!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4417562696628761273</id><published>2009-06-27T22:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:17:02.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watermelon Anyone?</title><content type='html'>I'm spending the night in a little mom &amp;amp; pop truck stop just outside of Boston, MA.  Or a they say around here &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ston&lt;/span&gt;. It always amazes me, traveling around this great nation of ours. We live in the same county, speak the same language, yet different parts of this county sound so different from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little busy the past few days so, I try to catch you up on all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally getting rid of the three mystery pallets they sent me up to Illinois, just outside of Chicago to pick up a load of frozen pizzas. The take and bake kind you find in your grocery store freezer already precooked ready to eat, that is, after you reheat them slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only they're not frozen when I get them. Nope they're still fresh from the oven and we get to cool them down in the trailer as we drive them from point a to point b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means two days of listening to that reefer running on high trying to achieve -10 degrees. which it never did. Almost, but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reefer unit has two speeds, high and low. Low speed sounds like a lawnmower at idle.  Not too loud and after you get used to it, can actually lull you to sleep. It's a constant droning sound that blocks out all the other noises from all the other trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, high speed sounds more like a chainsaw and can wake the dead! I've had many a night trying to fall asleep with that thing in high speed and have found it to be quite difficult. I've tried earplugs which work well, sometimes a little too well, causing me to sleep right through my alarm the next morning.  So they have to be used cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pizzas I picked up a load of watermelons right out of the field. It's only the second time in three years of doing this that I've picked up a load from the field. Usually the load goes from the farm to a brokered warehouse and we pick up from that warehouse but, I guess this time someone decided to cut out the middle man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather interesting watching how they get the product on the trailer when there is no loading dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would bring the melons in a flatbed trailer towed by your standard John Deere tractor, then offload them with two distinctly different forklift trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SkcB5AykX8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/p8qbJ0fwrI0/s1600-h/100_9818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SkcB5AykX8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/p8qbJ0fwrI0/s400/100_9818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352248761129394114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SkcCHp8CqkI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tt9voJUwLVI/s1600-h/100_9820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SkcCHp8CqkI/AAAAAAAAAUg/tt9voJUwLVI/s400/100_9820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352249012693150274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SkcCPRyh3GI/AAAAAAAAAUo/p6MNyJ1ZBkA/s1600-h/100_9821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SkcCPRyh3GI/AAAAAAAAAUo/p6MNyJ1ZBkA/s400/100_9821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352249143649754210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow forklift always went first. Sometimes he would pick up one box and some times two and then the green forklift would pick up one or two depending on how many the yellow one had.&lt;br /&gt;I never quite figured out a pattern but, they seemed to know what they were doing, even if those observing them didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never asked them why they didn't just pick up three at a time so I can only assume that it would be too heavy for either forklift to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the photos don't show is the poor guys in the back of that trailer. Their job was to take the boxes of the tail where the forklifts would deposit them and move them into position with a hand pallet jack. I felt for them. It was 107 degrees that day!  So when it was my turn in the loading position, I kicked the reefer on for the guys in the back. They were most appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SkcKFJaFrDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/YYmw9Hw6Ghk/s1600-h/100_9822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SkcKFJaFrDI/AAAAAAAAAVM/YYmw9Hw6Ghk/s400/100_9822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352257765694090290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------Lunch for the crew----------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4417562696628761273?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4417562696628761273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4417562696628761273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4417562696628761273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4417562696628761273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2009/06/watermelon-anyone.html' title='Watermelon Anyone?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SkcB5AykX8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/p8qbJ0fwrI0/s72-c/100_9818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-643154559180943688</id><published>2009-06-18T20:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:34:41.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day That Was</title><content type='html'>Or should I say days? If you read the previous post before you read this one, I left off thinking I was empty and without a load going anywhere. You see, I typed that post as I was being unloaded. Before any of what follows transpired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facility I was at doesn't want you in their way so they instruct you to stay in your truck and they will bring your bills out to you when they are finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... when one of the lumpers (the people that do the unloading) came out and asked me to move my truck so they could get another one in that particular door and, he didn't have my paperwork, I knew something was up. I just didn't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I obliged them, moved my truck out of the door, and found a spot out of the way so I could go back inside and find out where my paperwork was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the back of the trailer to close the doors and found out why they didn't have my paperwork ready. There were three pallets still in the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point a few scenarios ran through my head. There is another stop on this load that dispatch forgot to mention. The product is somehow damaged or is the wrong product. Or they weren't done unloading me and they moved me out of that door so they could get one of their trucks in there and I'll have to wait God only knows how long til another door opened up so they could take those last three pallets off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking across the parking lot to the receiving office, I convinced myself that it was the latter. I could feel my blood pressure rising with each step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside about ready to pop, but I kept it in check when I checked in at the receiving window. I told them one of the lumpers asked me to pull out but there were still three pallets on the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady on the other side of the glass informed me that the pallets in question were overage. Whoever loaded it at the other end apparently couldn't count and they double loaded those three pallets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which begs the question. Where was the driver? Our company policy is that we're to observe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; load to ensure we don't get shorted and also to make sure some hotshot forklift operator doesn't punch any new holes in the inside of the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, somebody somehow, somewhere didn't do their job and it looks like yours truly is going to get to deal with it, like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn't  going to have to wait around all night for another door to open up but, having to deal with the extra merchandise is no picnic either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that this happens all the time and that most places just keep the extra product and add it to the bills.  It was then that she rather rudely informed me that they only order what they need to fulfill their customers orders. They are not a storage facility, nor did they have the room to store it.  She gives me only the coversheet back which has none of the product  codes I'll need and refuses to give me any of the detail sheets with said product codes on them or make copies of them... I'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK then. Let the fun begin. A quick call to my people to report the overage and the first question they have. "What's the product code on the first item?" I tell her what just transpired inside and she tells me go back inside and they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; give them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to feel a bit like a yo yo but, back inside I go.  Only this time I get the detail sheets, a slightly nicer attitude and a smile. I don't even want to know what they said to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well by this time it's too late for them to call the shipper to see what they want to do with the extras so, off to bed to wait for daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I'm stirred from sleep by my phone ringing. It's OS&amp;amp;D (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ver/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;hort and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;amaged)  and they want me to take the extras down to an LTL (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ess than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ruck&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;oad) company in Terre Haute, IN about 60 miles away and they'll haul it back to the shipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick drive down to Terre Haute, check in at the office and they ask "It's not a refrigerated load is it?"  Nobody thought about this til now? I didn't think I needed to mention this because the people that sent me here already have all this information, and nobody likes it when some dumb driver tell them how to do their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise here.  They refused to accept the freight.  I already figured this when I pulled in and not a reefer trailer in sight, no refrigered storage section in the warehouse.  I sorta saw this one coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man the phones. We ain't done yet. Call OS&amp;amp;D yet again to see what we do now. I'm told to sit tight while they figure this one out. Oh gee, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later their big solution, take it back to the original receiver. What, they suddenly have room now? I don't know why but, I just knew this wasn't going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive back to Danville and they won't let me in. I'm told I have the wrong PO#. So I call receiving to try to get this straightened out and guess who answers the phone. Oh she remembered me.  Attitude and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious at this point this is not going anywhere with her so I call my people again but, this time I'm too late. They've already taken off for the day so another night of waiting it out to see what the morning will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward through all the boring sleeping part and it's now the morning of the 18th. This load was supposed to finalize on the 16th. I've accumulated a whopping 120 miles in the past two days going back and forth. I should be a thousand or more miles into the next run but, I can't seem to get this one off my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call OS&amp;amp;D and and they don't have a solution yet. Again I'm told to sit tight. Oh I heard that one before. It's five o'clock in the afternoon before they call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back down to Terre Haute. Back to that same LTL company. They contacted the shipper and the product that is still on the trailer does not require refrigeration so they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure? It's mayonnaise and sauerkraut. Yep, they're sure. OK then. Fine by me. If it means I get to get rid of it I don't care if we dump it in an alley at this point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Back down to Terre Haute one more time. This time they&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; do&lt;/span&gt; unload me and finally, finally, I'm empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the nearest truck stop to lick my wounds and call it a night. Hopefully tomorrow will bring something new. Something to... I don't know. Texas maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-643154559180943688?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/643154559180943688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=643154559180943688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/643154559180943688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/643154559180943688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-day-that.html' title='What A Day That Was'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-1140278117657165489</id><published>2009-06-16T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:26:07.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Texas Again</title><content type='html'>The last post left off with me in Texas. Anyone who knows me knows I loathe Texas. Not that it's a bad state or anything. I'm just always there. I was lured to this line of work with a promise of seeing the country. Not just Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Since Texas, I took a load from Conroe, TX (about an hour north of Houston) to Panama city, FL. From there I deadheaded up to our drop yard in Orlando to pick up a load of condiments going to Danville, IL. The bulk variety for the food service industry. I specify, because last time I hauled condiments, it was the little single serving packets for McDonald's.  The wife got a kick out a whole truck filled with nothing but little packets of ketchup, mustard, bar-b-q sauce, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point of this post... I'm driving along today about an hour or so out from my receiver when the Qual-Comm lights up with the next load. Pick up in Franklin, IN going to... Houston, TX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Texas again! I about through the Qual-Comm unit out of the window in disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm muttering to myself "I just came from Texas! Don't they have something going to one of the other 47 states?!? " The Qual-Comm beeps again, and just like that, no more Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder if they could hear me... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the only thing worse than going back to Texas is no load at all.  Which is where I'm at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, now the odds are back to 1 in 48.  A really big one, but still, 1 in 48&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-1140278117657165489?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1140278117657165489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=1140278117657165489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1140278117657165489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1140278117657165489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-texas-again.html' title='Not Texas Again'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7813333946806560235</id><published>2009-06-10T20:58:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:06:31.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>South Dakota. Been there. Done that.</title><content type='html'>If you read the previous post, you know I was on my way to one of the two states I've yet to visit. Well I'm happy to report, I made it! It took a little longer than expected due to a pesky bearing on the reefer unit, but I made to and through South Dakota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could only get to Maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife mentioned to one of her friends that I was going to SD and she said to see if I could find Wall Drug. 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height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SjB99wYH1YI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1C8OeIu9njc/s400/100_9704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345911257600349570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SjB9q0oq5kI/AAAAAAAAASI/m9CQy_g7Pi8/s1600-h/100_9703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SjB9q0oq5kI/AAAAAAAAASI/m9CQy_g7Pi8/s400/100_9703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345910932325983810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SjB9boe1ENI/AAAAAAAAASA/wST9G8fa8t4/s1600-h/100_9702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SjB9boe1ENI/AAAAAAAAASA/wST9G8fa8t4/s400/100_9702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345910671365443794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SjB9NTOLqDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XXUflQG3b7k/s1600-h/100_9680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SjB9NTOLqDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/XXUflQG3b7k/s400/100_9680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345910425140308018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged in a while but, I have to tell you why.  The "N" key on my keyboard was barley working. I had to push down on it extremely hard and wiggle my finger back and forth to get it to produce about 50. And then go back and delete the other 49 I didn't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I did all that I forgot what it was I was going to type.  Just a little frustrating. So... I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back out since the 2nd and work has really picked up! Kinda a nice change from the absolute slowness that was the first four months of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far in the past eight days I've gone from San Diego to Bolingbrook, IL. From there down to Indianapolis to Pick up a load going to Atlanta, GA (AKA Hotlanta). Then a quick jaunt from there to Griffin, GA to pick up the next one going from Griffin to Flowood, Mississippi, Houston and San Marcos, TX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only I didn't get to go to San Marcos. I completely ran out of hours upon arriving in Houston, so another driver had to take it the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time I ran out of hours. It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting and sweating in Houston. It is HOT HOT HOT. and HUMID. I don't do well In hot n humid. I'm from southern California. Where we do get our share of hot but, as they say, it's a dry heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm empty now with no preplan yet so, we'll have to wait to see what tomorrow brings.   I hope something, anything. I don't think I can take another day of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So' Cal' hot is nothing compared to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I almost forgot.  The bird count is up to 26. It was holding steady at 24 for over a year but, all of a sudden, two in two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7813333946806560235?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7813333946806560235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7813333946806560235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7813333946806560235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7813333946806560235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2009/06/south-dakota-been-there-done-that.html' title='South Dakota. Been there. Done that.'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SjB8PrjFNAI/AAAAAAAAARw/Y32N6XHdSBg/s72-c/100_9673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-3275477132995225976</id><published>2009-04-17T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:09:46.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>South Dakota Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>I've been at this trucking thing for nearly three years now and yet somehow, I've never been to South Dakota. Ive been on all four sides of it but, have yet to set foot within that state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a goal of mine to try and hit all 48 contiguous states within my first year of driving but, when that didn't happen I started counting months. When the months get to be too many, you start counting years. Kinda like when a toddler gets old enough to hold up three fingers, you stop saying how many months old they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten really close. I delivered to the west side of Sioux City, Ia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; across the river from South Dakota a year or so ago. My wife probably still remembers me saying something like I could sneak over there and tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SRT&lt;/span&gt; I missed my turn or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as fate would have it, my dispatch sent me another load 300 miles away with only five hours to get there, back the same way I just came from.  No time to lolly gag around on the other side of the river just to say I've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that all changed today when they sent me a sweet run from Washington state to Georgia.  Routed down the usual route through Oregon, Idaho, Utah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; yes Utah. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;Utah. It's one of the most beautiful, scenic states to drive through any time of the year.  Right at the top of my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I love Utah for another reason. You see they have this law that you have to have a license plate on your trailer or they get to fine you 350 dollars.  Seeing as this trailer doesn't have a license plate, I fired off a quick message to dispatch to remind them of this little fact, and seconds later a new route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now instead of heading South to Utah and turning East  in Salt lake, I get to head East through Montana and straight down the middle of South Dakota before eventually making that turn to the South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that song go... Oh yes... I fought the law and the law won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-3275477132995225976?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3275477132995225976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=3275477132995225976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3275477132995225976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3275477132995225976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2009/04/south-dakoda.html' title='South Dakota Here I Come!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-3396362647163794390</id><published>2008-11-18T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:52:20.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neverending Saga of Home Time</title><content type='html'>Shhh....it's the wife sneaking in a post again.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the recurring themes in our house and on our cell phones is "Home Time."  There are many things to consider when planning home time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What days do I have off?&lt;br /&gt;What big events are happening?&lt;br /&gt;What events would hubby enjoy being home for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We generally schedule home time for every 4-6 weeks.  If we really need him home then he'll come home earlier than that, but it's hard.  He needs several days at home so that he can rest, unwind, restock and hit the road.  So, 4-6 weeks out with 5-7 days home works for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had lots of "events" to work around lately... Josh's graduation, Eagle Court of Honor, Doctor's appointments... so we just had to schedule around one event at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, here come the holidays.  Thanksgiving is so late this year that if he comes home for Thanksgiving, it will be hard to come home for Christmas.  We talked it over and decided to suck it up and schedule him home for Christmas.  It means he'll be out closer to 8 weeks and 8 weeks is REALLY hard.  We both seem to struggle and be tired of the whole thing around 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with the details but we had this discussion about Thanksgiving and Christmas many times!!  The silver lining to waiting until Christmas is that he might actually be home when I'm off work.  (The year that I had a ton of time off and he got home the day before I went back to work because of a snow storm....wasn't soooo happy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here was the plan...  Request home time for the 24th and hope that it really happens and he's home for Christmas.  If he's late, he'll still be home while I'm off.  (I go back to work on the 5th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DISCUSSED THIS.... and DISCUSSED this.... and I thought we had a plan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.... hubby called me yesterday and said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I called my dispatcher and left her a message so I could find out how much the bonus is this year if we work on Christmas so I could decide whether it was worth it or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to which I responded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Work on Christmas on purpose and you can come home long enough to fill out the divorce papers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I too harsh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, he knew I was joking, but seriously.... I think the man gets bored in his truck and has nothing better to do than re-think about things over and over again just so he has something to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made it pretty clear that I don't really care what the Christmas bonus is... It's a bigger bonus to be home.  Besides, knowing his track record, he'll be a couple of days late, get the bonus and still be home for my vacation... and he'll still be married.... well maybe that's not such a bonus to him. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-3396362647163794390?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3396362647163794390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=3396362647163794390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3396362647163794390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3396362647163794390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2008/11/neverending-saga-of-home-time.html' title='Neverending Saga of Home Time'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-8805107424098617099</id><published>2008-11-12T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:52:50.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here</title><content type='html'>Four and a half months since the last post... What can I say? Writers block???&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt;' it lately... But, I do enjoy going back in the archives so to speak and seeing where I was, what I was doing, what I was hauling a few weeks, months or even a year or so ago. So... I thought I should start doing this ole' blog thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note. I'm on my way from Georgia to Wisconsin hauling pool chemicals. It's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hazmat&lt;/span&gt; load and the wife just loves it when I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hazmat&lt;/span&gt; boy. Or is it just the extra money she loves... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to mention... I finally got to take Vermont off the list of states I've never been to. It's down to two. Maine and South Dakota. This run ends In Wisconsin rather near the I-90, which just happens to go right through the middle of South Dakota. Keep your fingers crossed for a run going west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-8805107424098617099?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8805107424098617099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=8805107424098617099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/8805107424098617099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/8805107424098617099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-1295934677130260439</id><published>2008-06-25T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:09:03.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>killing Time</title><content type='html'>I had a little time on my hands for once so, I thought I'd catch up the ole blog a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that read the previous post and wondered... Yes. I sat all weekend in New Jersey.  Oh they were open but, the only contact number we had went to someone who was on vacation so, everyone assumed since the delivery instructions said to deliver Monday through Friday and no one was answering the phone, they must be closed.  I hate when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it home for my son's birthday and graduation celebrations but, just barely. I actually made it home on my son's birthday. Good thing I requested to be home four days earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all good things must end and I'm back at the old grind again.  I was on my way to Pennsylvania when my dispatcher contacted me today and told me I needed to swap with another driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you've been reading this blog for a while you know how I loathe swaps.  I always seem to be the one who gets the short straw in these exchanges. Seldom if ever does a swap benefit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of Going to Pennsylvania I'm now heading to Florida. And the real reason for the swap reveals it's self. It's 800 miles from here and four days until it delivers.  Looks like I'll be babysitting another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  Maybe I'll hurry down there and ride my bike around a little, Florida is nice and flat&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or &lt;/span&gt;we have a drop yard about 60 to 70 miles away from the receiver. Maybe they'll let me drop it off there and I could get one of those cruise ship loads that go from coast to coast, corner to corner. That would be nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-1295934677130260439?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1295934677130260439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=1295934677130260439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1295934677130260439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1295934677130260439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2008/06/killing.html' title='killing Time'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-5690047616747086993</id><published>2008-05-23T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:35:21.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This May Be A Looooooong Weekend</title><content type='html'>As the title implies this may be a long weekend. Hours of service restrictions and heavier than usual holiday weekend traffic caused me to not make it all the way to the receiver by the appointed time. A call to dispatch to find a swap was unsuccessful as was a call to the receiver.  They had already closed for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details in the dispatch info on this run state that receiving hours for this particular  receiver  are  Monday  through  Friday  6a.m.  to  2p.m.  only.   Tomorrow being  Saturday  I'm  not very optimistic  at this point that there will be someone there over the holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened to me once before and is was a long weekend in a truck stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-5690047616747086993?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5690047616747086993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=5690047616747086993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5690047616747086993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5690047616747086993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-may-be-looooooong-weekend.html' title='This May Be A Looooooong Weekend'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-2446014040739323318</id><published>2008-05-21T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T02:21:49.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>Wow, I just looked back to see when the last time I posted was and whew. It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could list a thousand excuses, I've been running like a mad man, I've been sick from the never ending cold, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;... Truth is I killed the Blogger bug! Yep, killed him deader than dead.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   But the wife nagging me to just post something is far worse than the bite of that stupid little bug.  I've never really been a writer but, if it makes people happy, who am I to deny them that.  So I'll try to post a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; more often. Try, but no guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I've been out since April 1st and too, too much has happened to go back and write it all now so, let's just pick it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I delivered pureed strawberries and flavoring extracts to a company that makes it into yogurt for a rather large name brand who then slaps a label on and just lets you think they did all the work themselves. Rather interesting the things I learn about what goes into getting a product from farm or factory to it's eventual end user.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Having completely exhausted my 70 hours in only five days I limped over to a nearby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;truck stop&lt;/span&gt; to camp out for the next day and a half in order to get a fresh  70.  Getting from receiver to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truck stop&lt;/span&gt; was a bit tricky though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm in the northeast and in the northeast they have expressways and parkways. Trucks can go on expressways but, are prohibited on parkways.  So, while at the receiver I plot a route that I thought avoided any and all parkways. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I got on a little state route that virtually parallels the Interstate where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truck stop&lt;/span&gt; I want to end up at is located.  The two roads eventually come together like a V several miles south of the truck stop. Only problem. I'm at the top of one leg of this V and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truck stop&lt;/span&gt; is at the top of the other leg. I noticed a state highway that cut across that V right through the middle thus eliminating several miles of unnecessary travel and time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I checked the maps to see if there were any truck restrictions and couldn't find any so off I go.&lt;br /&gt;I exited the highway and made a left under the overpass. So far so good. No signs saying trucks prohibited. I want to go straight so I get into the only lane that goes straight and pull up to a red light. It's then that while patiently (yeah right) waiting for the light to change I glance across the intersection and notice a sign about the size of a postage stamp. You know the one with a truck silhouette inside a red circle with a slash through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   About the only thing I could do is really really tic off every one behind me and wait for the six million cars in the left turn lane to clear out and make a left back onto the highway I was just on, only now going in the opposite direction of the one I want to go.   But no sooner than I start to roll the light changes and the opposing traffic starts coming straight at me.  I don't know if you've ever driven in the northeast but, pretty much everybody has the "not in front of me" attitude  I'm half way into their lane and they have to swing wide to go around me. Not one car stopped and let me finish my turn. Not one! A lot of them waved, quite a few honked and a couple wanted to know where I got my license. I'm always amazed how friendly they are up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finally Their light changed and I just went. I'm sure my light was red but, I was so far into the intersection I could no longer see it.  I got turned around and start heading in the right direction when I see a sign for another state highway with number rather than a name. The numbered ones are usually truck friendly so I take a chance and again exit. I turn the corner and glaring back at me is a huge sign mounted on one of those pipes that spans from one side of the road to the other "NO COMMERCIAL VEHICLES"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   O.K. so I'm not the sharpest knife in the utensil drawer but, even I can take a hint.  I again head north when I really, really want to be heading east but, they just won't let me. I got off at the same dreaded  intersection I just had so much fun at. Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;deja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vu&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;rned&lt;/span&gt; back around and took the long way. They say the third time is a charm but, I just didn't have it in me to try again.&lt;br /&gt;   What should have taken 20 minutes took over an hour and the cookie crumb trail on my GPS looked like a pretzel but, I eventually made to my desired destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I thought the fun was over but,  nay nay. It was just beginning.  It's the middle of the day and usually the shower wait is brief if any. So I gather up all my shower gear and some clean clothes and head inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This particular truck stop chain is the last of the last to convert their showers to an automated system with a keypad entry lock rather than the "motel room" key system where you would have to wait in the hour long line at the register counter with all the people making purchases or picking up a fuel receipt to get your key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The new system has a computer kiosk where you swipe your preferred driver card and it spits out a receipt with a "driver number" and a pin number.  There is a monitor near the showers that will display your driver number next to your assigned shower and it also pages on the overhead PA system when one becomes available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If one becomes available.  Like the perfect storm, various elements all came together at the right time to keep that from happening any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;   1. The system was just installed and still had a few bugs&lt;br /&gt;   2. Half of the showers were being renovated&lt;br /&gt;   3. Frustrated drivers were leaving.  &lt;br /&gt;   4. No one thought to put a time out timer on the system so that when a frustrated driver left or simply wasn't  paying attention when their number was called for over an hour it would kick 'em to the curb and reassign their shower to the next person on the wait list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When the maintenance person that cleans the showers has nothing to do and is in the lobby chit-chatting with the waiting drivers someone finally noticed that driver 121 had been up there for over an hour.  a quick check of the showers revealed that all five were empty and waiting but that computer was going to keep calling driver 121 till the cows come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   An hour and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;forty five&lt;/span&gt; minutes later I finally get to take my shower.  This is why I take my showers at the end of the day. I may lose a little sleep but I'll stay on schedule. A delay like this could push an on time delivery into the next day if you  arrive  at your receiver after everyone has gone home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Last but not least. I returned to my truck after my three hour shower just in time to witness a parking lot accident happen right across from me. Kinda sucks to see that happen because of a poor parking lot design but it made me think. Maybe my day wasn't so bad after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-2446014040739323318?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2446014040739323318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=2446014040739323318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2446014040739323318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2446014040739323318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2008/05/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7068116179300330019</id><published>2008-04-22T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:32:34.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing Pictures Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUARId3ciLM/SA4tVGpL34I/AAAAAAAAAzY/lC9No9PuY3Q/s1600-h/Maryland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192137260988620674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUARId3ciLM/SA4tVGpL34I/AAAAAAAAAzY/lC9No9PuY3Q/s320/Maryland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so hubby is still lagging on the old blogging, so I'm trying to help him out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few random updates about life on the road....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) He has a cold.  I could share the list of reasons/possibilities he shared as to how he could have contracted said cold, but well... they were gross.  Let's just say that some days he gets pretty disgusted with some of the less hygienic truckers he crosses paths with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Cool thing is that he was pretty much out of hours when he dropped off his load yesterday and he was able to sleep and recuperate.  That RARELY happens, so it's worth noting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) He encountered a grumpy person at his pick-up today that just had to complain about everything.  You know what?  It's not the trucker's fault that someone gives him the wrong load number or po number or whatever number he needs today.  He's just the sorry sap that gets to be treated like crap by you....when you're annoyed about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7068116179300330019?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7068116179300330019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7068116179300330019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7068116179300330019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7068116179300330019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2008/04/stealing-pictures-again.html' title='Stealing Pictures Again...'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wUARId3ciLM/SA4tVGpL34I/AAAAAAAAAzY/lC9No9PuY3Q/s72-c/Maryland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-5590577037735995543</id><published>2008-04-17T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:54:49.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving the Web Cam!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUARId3ciLM/SAecymAuHXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/QBYJswELmlQ/s1600-h/Webcam01CAIXY7WH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190289488578747762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUARId3ciLM/SAecymAuHXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/QBYJswELmlQ/s320/Webcam01CAIXY7WH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUARId3ciLM/SAebLmAuHWI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Rtnb9uKv1z0/s1600-h/Webcam04CASVZU09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190287719052221794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUARId3ciLM/SAebLmAuHWI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Rtnb9uKv1z0/s320/Webcam04CASVZU09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hubby and son have been experimenting with the web cam we bought for Christmas and I am loving it. It is so fun to see where he is. I keep telling the reluctant blogger that his people would love to see a picture a day with a little description. He doesn't even have to tell a story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sooo... until he picks up the slack and starts posting more. I'll just pick a picture or two to share. (I stole them right off his webcam page....he doesn't even know I'm doing this...shhh....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully he'll share the webcam page once he gets all the bugs work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~The Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-5590577037735995543?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5590577037735995543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=5590577037735995543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5590577037735995543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5590577037735995543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2008/04/loving-web-cam.html' title='Loving the Web Cam!!!'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wUARId3ciLM/SAecymAuHXI/AAAAAAAAAxU/QBYJswELmlQ/s72-c/Webcam01CAIXY7WH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7250361950694363891</id><published>2008-03-17T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:29:11.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Delivery Delays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R98hcu72XWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/z9N0BNFjvWY/s1600-h/spiral-clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R98hcu72XWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/z9N0BNFjvWY/s400/spiral-clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178894874018471266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been a regular old swap fest. What's a swap fest you ask? Out of the past five loads I've had I didn't take one from shipper to receiver. The way it usually works. Instead I would pick up a load, get a message that another driver was running low on hours, and they needed me to rendezvous with the other driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swapping or re-powering a load every once and a while is problematic enough but, five in a row makes it real hard to manage the log book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I receive a load it has a pickup date and time and a delivery date and time with approximate miles from shipper to receiver.  I calculate how many miles I need to run each day to arrive at the receiver a few hours before the scheduled appointment time.  I plan where I'm going to stop for the night, where I'll fuel, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I receive a request to swap (usually from the other driver's dispatcher) I'm expected to do most if not all if the driving to the swap point (because the other driver is out of hours) and then, somehow, still make that delivery time on time. Making all that meticulous planning worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best one was they send me over 200 miles out of route to meet another driver to do yet another swap.  I drove four hours longer than I intended to that day in order to get to the swap point at the predetermined time.  I arrive there around midnight unable to locate the other driver. When I inquire where he is, they send a message that the swap was canceled. The other driver wasn't going to have enough hours to make delivery on time.  Well now thanks to this little sideways jaunt out of my route, I won't have enough hours either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually made to the destination. Late, but I made it. I rather dislike walking in to check in at the receiver late. They don't know all the behind the scenes stuff that caused you to be late. All they know is you're late. They've heard all the excuses too so, I don't offer any. I simply apologize and wait my turn to get worked into the rotation.  Fortunately this receiver was a 24 hour facility and I didn't have to wait too long...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to take one all the way. It was tight getting there on time because all the swapping had my log book just about shot. Well I thought I arrived on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time we'll receive a dispatch with an open ended appointment time.  They'll put an appointment time of 08:01 which generally means one of two things: My company could not confirm an appointment time because the receiver's office staff had left for the day ( in this case the weekend ) or they operate on a first come first served basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gambling on the latter. I arrived last night, went to check in only to find out, no appointment, no unload.  I notified my dispatch this morning that I needed an appointment time.&lt;br /&gt;They called the receiver and set up a time . Noon tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of disappointing to have to wait that long after I hauled butt to make it there on time but, the up side is, I'll get a 34 hour restart and have plenty of hours available when I head home for home time later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way for those of you that always want to know what I'm hauling and where I'm going...&lt;br /&gt;This load is Birdseye frozen vegetables from Macon, Ga to Fort Worth, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7250361950694363891?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7250361950694363891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7250361950694363891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7250361950694363891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7250361950694363891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2008/03/delivery-delays.html' title='Delivery Delays'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R98hcu72XWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/z9N0BNFjvWY/s72-c/spiral-clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-1861953786388062121</id><published>2008-03-07T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:13:33.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Largest Truck Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R9IRoTnaxBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r3MxT4lJQ-U/s1600-h/100_0515-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175218305960166418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R9IRoTnaxBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r3MxT4lJQ-U/s400/100_0515-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending the night at the world's largest truck stop. I'm not quite sure if that is based on the number of parking spaces or just the sheer size of the place. I always make it a point to stop here whenever I come this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have this huge show room with almost anything and everything you could ever want for your truck. I'm like a kid in a candy store. A broke kid in a candy store, but it's still fun to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Was on a run from Ohio to Southern California and normally wouldn't have been routed this way but, another driver was running low on hours and they sent me up here to swap loads with him. My load has more time on it than necessary and he won't have to run so hard to make it on time. Whereas the load I'm getting from him is going to require a small miracle to get it there on time. I love a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downsides; I'll be heading back to the congested east coast and I'm giving up a sweet hazmat run that would have put me within spitting distance of home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-1861953786388062121?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1861953786388062121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=1861953786388062121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1861953786388062121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1861953786388062121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2008/03/world.html' title='World&apos;s Largest Truck Stop'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R9IRoTnaxBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r3MxT4lJQ-U/s72-c/100_0515-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-1279590906897151496</id><published>2008-03-01T01:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:39:56.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Will That Be Plastic Or More Plastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R8kLXZH7GjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/c3PXaCcXmIA/s1600-h/stick+figure+w+pill+bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R8kLXZH7GjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/c3PXaCcXmIA/s400/stick+figure+w+pill+bottle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172678143520741938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have gotten stuck on running nights lately. Never fun but, has to be expected from time to time. The past three days straight I've had to run all night long to make the delivery appointment time. I'm not a big fan of running at night so I try to avoid it as much as possible. But, some times it just cannot be avoided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago I hauled empty pill bottles from a plant in Ohio to a phamacutical company in Texas. Todays run... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R9IJSjnaw_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sOLcxEe5NaQ/s1600-h/100_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R9IJSjnaw_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sOLcxEe5NaQ/s400/100_0511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175209136204989426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul little plastic pellets used to make pill bottles from Texas to that same plant in Ohio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-1279590906897151496?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1279590906897151496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=1279590906897151496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1279590906897151496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1279590906897151496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-that-be-plastic-or-more-plastic.html' title='Will That Be Plastic Or More Plastic'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R8kLXZH7GjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/c3PXaCcXmIA/s72-c/stick+figure+w+pill+bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-6639273687142774968</id><published>2008-02-23T00:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:57:36.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog Is Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R7_PBbtubqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pCIUMnu3Ksw/s1600-h/broken-computer-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170078520770981538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R7_PBbtubqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pCIUMnu3Ksw/s400/broken-computer-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It has been a while. As you know the laptop was out of commission for a few months. I broke it two days out from home time so, seven weeks on the road before I could get home to drop it off to have the necessary repairs made, then another six or seven weeks out on the road without it. Then when I finally did get it back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked out for the best having broke it so early on after I headed out from home time. It gave my genius son just enough time to research what we needed, order the new screen, have it shipped and there waiting for me by the time I got back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost. I have a Dell computer and for some odd reason, Dell does not sell replacement screens. They'll install a new one for you if you ship the computer to them along with an arm and a leg. A bit too pricey for my blood. So my son had done his homework and found out Dell uses Toshiba or Samsung screens which can be ordered from just about any place computers are sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he tried all the usual places like Best Buy, Fry's, Circuit City and so on and found out they all charged about the same for a replacement screen... TOO MUCH! So a little poking around on the Internet and he found one for about half what all the name brand stores were charging. He ordered the screen and called me with the good news. About two weeks and my new screen will be shipped right to my door. I scheduled home time so I would arrive a day or two after the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks goes by and no screen. I'm going to be home in a little more than 24 hours and no screen. My son sent an email to the shipper asking where the little bugger was at and no reply. Another and another email and finally they reply with "We no longer carry that model. A full refund has been returned to your credit card" Well that's just dandy! would have been nice if you had told us that when we placed the order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is not lost. He had a list of sites that sold my screen so, having learned a valuable lesson, we sent inquiries out to a couple to make sure they had one in stock before we tried that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen was just a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more expensive at the other site so, I couldn't really justify paying for the overnight shipping. Yep, you guessed it. another five to six weeks without a computer. I left the computer at home so it would be there when the screen arrived and my son could do the repairs. Wouldn't you know it, the new screen made it from Pennsylvania to San Diego in record time. It arrived less than 48 hours after I pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report the new screen works perfectly. I've actually had it for some time now but, I kinda fell off the blogging wagon so to speak, I'm going to try to give it another go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased a laptop stand for the truck so hopefully we won't be doing this again anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-6639273687142774968?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6639273687142774968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=6639273687142774968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6639273687142774968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6639273687142774968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-is-back.html' title='The Blog Is Back!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/R7_PBbtubqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/pCIUMnu3Ksw/s72-c/broken-computer-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-8219758339826190510</id><published>2007-10-30T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:34:49.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Sulpher Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hubby is in Illinois.  He dropped off the Hawaiian Bread load at the Walmart distribution center and then returned a few hours later to pick up his next load.  I think he said he's delivering in PA and TX.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile he's running low on fuel and he's in the Midwest.  For some reason those two things are not a good combination.  The fuel stop the company sent him to didn't have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ultra &lt;/span&gt;low sulpher fuel.  Neither did a couple of other places he tried.  So once again he's been on the phone trying to locate someplace to buy fuel.  Apparently there's a place about 80 miles away, hopefully he'll make it before he runs out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-8219758339826190510?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8219758339826190510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=8219758339826190510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/8219758339826190510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/8219758339826190510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/10/low-sulpher-blues.html' title='Low Sulpher Blues'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4208900711282518668</id><published>2007-10-29T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:34:29.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Laptop</title><content type='html'>Hubby is not happy right now!  He cracked the screen on his laptop so there will be no postings from him for a while.  It will probably be a while before we can get it fixed.  We don't really have any money set aside for it and at this point we have to wait until the next time he gets home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're back to me spreading the news.  I'll see if I can interview him and pass along the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he delivered in Illinois.  He was pretty happy that he made it right to the delivery because he couldn't use his mapping software on his laptop....grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, he got a fuel bonus last week and is hoping to get his safety bonus soon.  Maybe we'll be able to set some of it aside for the "laptop repair fund."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4208900711282518668?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4208900711282518668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4208900711282518668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4208900711282518668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4208900711282518668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/10/broken-laptop.html' title='Broken Laptop'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-8194838969979067254</id><published>2007-10-24T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T12:08:00.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All's Well</title><content type='html'>Hubby was supposed to be home October 10th, but he was late. He was really bummed. He had planned to take our son to the Miramar Air Show, but he didn't make it home in time. If either of us had posted back then, we wouldn't have been too happy. Now we are grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was home when the fires broke out and currently he's still home. While the fire is only a few miles away, the winds have died down and it looks like we are out of danger. SRT was really good about letting him stay home a couple of extra days... of course I'm not sure that he could've left on Monday, even if he wanted to. Hwy 8 was closed to high profile vehicles, Hwy 15 was closed because of the fire and the fire was working it's way towards I-5, not to mention that we are on the edge of the evacuation zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be extremely frustrating when you try to plan something and try to get your husband home on time to be there with the family, but over and over again we find hidden blessings when he gets home late. After how bad the Cedar Fire was in this area, I know he would have been a basket case if had been out on the road worrying about us. It was very comforting to have him here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will settle down here soon and he'll be back on the road enjoying his adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, things change... hubby just walked up to tell me he is heading out.  He is picking up in Torrance and heading out to Illinois.  I know he has to go, but it's still hard to say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-8194838969979067254?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8194838969979067254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=8194838969979067254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/8194838969979067254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/8194838969979067254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/10/alls-well.html' title='All&apos;s Well'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-1324995067871579811</id><published>2007-10-08T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:30:24.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headin' Home (I Hope)</title><content type='html'>Since Dallas, I've run up to Kentucky and Ohio, and am currently in Arkansas awaiting my delivery appointment tomorrow morning. I don't have a pre-plan for the next load yet, which is rare. Ususally I know when and where my next load is a day or two before I deliver the current one. But, since I have home time scheduled, it limits the available loads down to the few that just happen to be going in the same direction as the one I would like to be going in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact I don't have a load plan for tomorrow yet makes me just a bit nervous. This has happened a time or two before. There just aren't any loads going the way you want to go, so you sit there for three or four days. Meanwhile, all the plans you have made to be certain places at certain times just pass by and there's nothing you can do about it. Frustrating to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I'll wake up tomorrow and find that perfect run that will head me home. I've been out seven weeks and I really don't want to make it eight. Not this time anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-1324995067871579811?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1324995067871579811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=1324995067871579811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1324995067871579811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1324995067871579811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/10/headin-home-i-hope.html' title='Headin&apos; Home (I Hope)'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7609321163162503241</id><published>2007-10-01T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:59:42.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like I Never Left</title><content type='html'>I've been all over the lower half of the east coast, except Florida, and back to the terminal about three times. But, My luck finally ran out and I'm Back in Texas. Given the proximity of our terminal, it's a 50/50 shot that you'll be going into texas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically I started and ended up at the same place this past week. Last time I was in the yard, I picked up a load from Firestone Roofing Products, that went to South Carolina. Two days ago I picked up a load out of Virginia that went right back to Firestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up from a place that turns coal into coal dust. There was a small black dog there who I'm not sure if he was already black, or if he got that way from all the coal dust in the air sticking to his fur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of my truck to make sure I was centered in the loading dock and just about fell over him so, being the softie that I am, of course I had to play with him. Not the brightest dog though. I picked up a scrap piece of wood and I could just tell he wanted me to throw it. Ok. I throw it and the dog goes and brings it back right? Not!&lt;br /&gt;No he would go and get it all right but, then he would take off with it. Where he went I don't know but, after about an hour of this I couldn't find anymore wood to throw. I told him I would be happy to keep on playing our little game if he would simply go and get one of the pieces he had stashed and put it back into play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and sat down to wait out the remainder of the loading process and he comes over and wants to be pet now. So, I start to pet him and ew! He's sticky! I look down at my hands and they too are now covered in this black, sticky goo. Glad I keep handy wipes on the truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice this till the next day but the backside of the shorts I was wearing that night were now black too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they didn't have anything planned for me after dropping of the dreaded black goo I headed to our terminal only about 40 miles away for a nice relaxing evening. Only once I got there They had other plans. Turns out another driver had run out of hours and couldn't finish his run into Dallas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in Dallas again... It's like I never left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7609321163162503241?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7609321163162503241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7609321163162503241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7609321163162503241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7609321163162503241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-like-i-never-left.html' title='It&apos;s Like I Never Left'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-5429859031843693492</id><published>2007-09-21T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:05:31.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Again?</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since I had time to write. I've been on one tight run after another. I just don't have enough left in me at the end of the day to write, so I apologize to my regular readers for not updating very often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife always says to just write where I'm at and where I'm going. What I'm hauling and stuff like that. But, I have a hard time not writing everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here goes everything. Since the last post I've taken a run up to Idaho. Dropped off there and immediately picked up another going to Florida. Didn't quite make it though. Ran out of hours 300 miles away from the receiver. Another driver took it the rest of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was in Georgia, out of hours and just about exhausted. When one of the load planners contacted me and asked how soon I could be at a shipper about 80 miles away. So much for getting some rest. As soon as the required 10 hour off duty period expired I was off (at two a.m.) to pick up the next one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which finds me here in Texas again. Like a moth to a flame. I seem to be drawn to Texas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hauled some pulverized clay material that's used to make paint to a paint factory in Temple Texas. So light and fine, a five gallon bucket of the stuff doesn't even weigh one pound. But, somehow they managed to cram 44,000 pounds of the stuff in my trailer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plant where they process the big chunks into this fine powder was an interesting place. everything was covered in this yellow dust. Including the workers. I wonder what the inside of their cars look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I delivered this morning without being pre-planned for the next load. That's the first time in a long time that has happened. So I don't know where or when I'm going next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in weeks, I don't have another load waiting for me as soon as I'm done. That's ok with me. I could use a little time to recharge the batteries. They tend to get run down a little when you're running seven days a week for weeks at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-5429859031843693492?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5429859031843693492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=5429859031843693492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5429859031843693492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5429859031843693492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/09/texas-again.html' title='Texas Again?'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4686304894984973477</id><published>2007-09-10T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:40:42.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Daisy May</title><content type='html'>I delivered my load to Carrollton (Dallas), Tx the other day and was instructed to come to the yard to pick up a new load. Oh and while your here, go ahead and pick up your new truck. Your brand spankin' new truck. Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the old Daisy May but, she was getting tired. Things were breaking or would just stop working on a pretty regular basis. It was getting to the point where I was spending more time in the shop than on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RvCUuQGpGmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cZDo3592asU/s1600-h/101_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RvCUuQGpGmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cZDo3592asU/s400/101_0256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111749099383233122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of a family friend who recently passed away, I decided to name the new truck Daisy May also. He kept rats as pets and named every single one Henry. When one would go off to rat heaven he would simply go out and acquire a new "Henry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was transferring all my stuff from the old truck into the new truck dispatch called me and asked if I could take one of the new hires out to pick up an abandoned truck rather near one of my drops in Casa Grande, Az. I reluctantly said yes. I wasn't real sure if I wanted someone else driving my new baby or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could of said no but, that would just make life difficult for dispatch. I could of said ok but, he's not driving. That would just make the trip take longer meaning I would have to have a passenger longer and I drive solo for reason. I like my space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out he had a lot of experience and knew what he was doing. We pretty much ran as a team so we weren't in each other's way a lot but, it is a pain trying to be quiet when you stop. Trying not to shut the door too hard, or take corners too hard. You can't play the radio too loud. You want the other driver to be well rested when it's his turn to drive. If he falls asleep because you kept him up all night long, he's wrecking your new truck. Not his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped off stop one of two last night and then headed over to find his truck. &lt;br /&gt;The former driver wasn't exactly a clean freak or very concerned with basic maintenance. The truck wouldn't start because it had been sitting for a while and all the fuel drained out of the fuel filter and it had lost it's prime. Fortunatly I had all the proper tools to remedy this and we had it going in no time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He headed off to the nearest truck stop with a shop to have at least three tires replaced and I'm off to deliver the other stop, SOLO. Just the way I like it. Then a quick jaunt over to Mesa, Az. to pick up a run going to Idaho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4686304894984973477?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4686304894984973477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4686304894984973477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4686304894984973477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4686304894984973477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-daisy-may.html' title='The New Daisy May'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RvCUuQGpGmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cZDo3592asU/s72-c/101_0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7359471313796447859</id><published>2007-09-05T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:27:51.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Weekend</title><content type='html'>That was one long boring weekend. I had to spend the holiday weekend camped out in a truck stop because the business I was delivering to was closed for the whole three day holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all started the other day when I was dispatched out of Waterford, N.Y. The load I was sent to pick up was a hazmat load. Hazmat loads require at least two load lock bars and I had none. I lost all I had when I dropped a trailer in Orlando Fl. the week before. The trailer I picked up, of course, had none inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned before I had been staying in a little Mom &amp; Pop stop and their store was severely lacking in basic truck supplies. So, off to the nearest name brand truck stop over 40 miles away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this little jaunt eventually led to my demise. The two hours I spent running in circles to pick up the load locks caused me to run out of hours before I could reach my destination just outside of Atlanta, Ga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my dispatch to let them know I wasn't going to make it and to see if they could find another driver in the area who had a few more hours available than I did. After about two hours they sent a message back saying they couldn't find anyone so just get it there when I can. Little did I know that was going to be Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally we get the phone numbers of both shipper and receiver in the dispatch info but, this receiver had just moved into a new building, and shipper did not have the receiver's new number when they booked the load with SRT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when the receiver ordered the product from the shipper, nobody thought to get to get their number. You know, in case there's a problem with their order or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask how I knew but, when I saw the Hollywood phone number (555-55...) in the dispatch, I just knew it was going to hurt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning (Saturday) I drove the remaining two hours to the receiver only to find the place locked up tighter than a drum. Not one single car in the lot. Not one single light on in the building. I tried all the doors anyway. Yep. They remembered to lock every single one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overwhelming dread came over me. If they're not open on Saturday, they'll probably not be open on Sunday. If they're not open Saturday or Sunday, than they're probably the type of company that gives all their employees Labor Day off too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Truck is really, really clean now. I finally got to deliver Tuesday morning, and off to pick up the next one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading to Dallas, Tx. as soon as the repair shop in this truck stop can take care of a sticky tandem pin. All trailers that have sliding axles have four locking pins that extend through two rails (one on either side) on the bottom of the trailer. If one pin is missing it puts too much stress on the other pin on that side and could cause it to sheer off leaving that side free floating. when one side is firmly locked in place and the other side is not, the free side can slide back and cause the trailer to start going side ways when you're still trying to go straight. &lt;br /&gt;Never a good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7359471313796447859?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7359471313796447859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7359471313796447859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7359471313796447859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7359471313796447859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-weekend.html' title='What A Weekend'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7518503349092692472</id><published>2007-08-29T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:50:20.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Panic</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted here.  Hubby keeps it updated a bit better now that he has consistent internet service and we've kind of settled into a routine at home....but.... I have something to share today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I tend to check in with each other a few times a day.  I'll usually call him when I'm on my way to work and he usually calls me when I get off work. Most nights he'll call me before he goes to bed.  I think the latter is just self-preservation.  He's always in different time zones so I might call at 8pm here and wake him up at 11pm there.  We also call each other randomly when the thought crosses our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day (ok maybe more than one day) I didn't call in the morning.  I didn't call at lunch.  When we finally connected hubby said I was in "trouble" because I didn't check in so he jokingly made up a new rule.  I must call on my way to work.  I must call at lunch and I must call when I get off work.  I know it was a joke, but since I'm a smart @ss, I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi honey, just doing my mandatory check-in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Monday we talked around 10:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At lunch I called for my "check-in."  - No answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I called for my "check-in" - No answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... he's on a 34 hour restart, maybe he's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got done working for my old boss a couple of hours later I called again - Lazy bum is still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I called again - No answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now I'm worried.  Not even Rick can sleep that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called.  And called.  And called.  We called from different numbers so the phone would ring differently.  We left voicemails.  We sent text messages. - No answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone was ringing so I knew it was getting service.  Usually it will go straight to voicemail if he's out of service or if the phone is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I called dispatch and left a message with his dispatcher to ask him to call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour later - no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called dispatch again and left another message - no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so now I am beyond panicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if he had a stroke or a heart-attack and he's laying in his truck.  He's on a 34 hour restart so the company isn't going to be worried that he's not moving....hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I call dispatch again and this time I didn't ask for his dispatcher.  I just relayed my sordid tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi I'm Rick ____'s wife in truck number _____.  I'm sorry to bother you, but I haven't been able to reach my husband.  It's been almost 24 hours and he usually calls several times a day.  Has he done his check call today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Ma'am.  He checked in about an hour ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh good, thank you for the peace of mind.  Can you send him a message to call me, something must be wrong with his phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute later the phone rang and I burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with his cell phone battery.  Looks like a trip to the Sprint store is in our future.  In the meantime, hubby better start following his own rules.  My heart can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A big thank you to SRT dispatch.  They were very kind and helpful!  By the way, his dispatcher wasn't ignoring me....we think she had the day off or something...  Hubby was on someone else's board for the day.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7518503349092692472?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7518503349092692472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7518503349092692472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7518503349092692472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7518503349092692472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-panic.html' title='Don&apos;t Panic'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-5803722316167985214</id><published>2007-08-29T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:44:36.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Vermont This Time</title><content type='html'>I'm off on another run. Not to Vermont though. Instead I'll be heading south to Tennessee and then on to Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the extreme distance of my last load and the relatively short time I had to get it there I used up all of my hours and had to sit it out for the last day and a half. No worries. I used the time productively. Did a little maintenance on the truck, a little cleaning and went for a lot of walks. Got to keep up with the wife you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no name brand truck stops for at least 40 miles in any direction, so I've been staying at this little Mom &amp; Pop stop not too far from where I delivered the other day, which coincidentally is the same spot I'm picking up from tonight. I wonder if I'll be picking up some of the same product I just delivered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I've been staying at the last couple of days didn't have a lot to choose from in the food and beverage categories but, what it lacked in basic amenities, it made up for in character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when it was built, and neither does anyone who works here, but I'm guessing it was in the early 1900's. Judging by the floor to ceiling glass walls that encircle the building. It's hard to imagine it in this day and age but, there was a time when the only light you had to work by is what was coming in through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RtW0HGdERtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VwSpnpqQWRs/s1600-h/101_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RtW0HGdERtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VwSpnpqQWRs/s400/101_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104183786778937042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RtW0GmdERsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p2ByH-kJpSE/s1600-h/101_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RtW0GmdERsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p2ByH-kJpSE/s400/101_0228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104183778189002434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RtW1hmdERuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V1dsPoSSJ7M/s1600-h/101_0237-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RtW1hmdERuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V1dsPoSSJ7M/s400/101_0237-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104185341557098210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................Sunset shining through building....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a nice park right next to the truck stop I discovered on one of my many walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RtXJl2dERvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/k-WkOwBjOKI/s1600-h/101_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RtXJl2dERvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/k-WkOwBjOKI/s400/101_0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104207404804097778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................The Hudson River along side park.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RtXLZ2dERxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UUjoA7xOGfs/s1600-h/101_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RtXLZ2dERxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UUjoA7xOGfs/s400/101_0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104209397668923154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........View from pier towards park. Truckstop is to the left..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-5803722316167985214?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5803722316167985214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=5803722316167985214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5803722316167985214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5803722316167985214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-vermont-this-time.html' title='No Vermont This Time'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RtW0HGdERtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VwSpnpqQWRs/s72-c/101_0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-5642791124119445464</id><published>2007-08-25T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:34:20.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coast To Coast</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back at the old grind. Pulled out of SD a few days ago on my way to Waterford NY. Just north of Albany. Not a bad run to start with! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They routed me along my favorite route. I-70 through the canyons and mountains of Utah and Colorado. It's a bit hillier than I'd like but, you cant beat the views. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife has asked me a few times which state I like driving through the most and it's always a toss up between Utah and Colorado. It doesn't matter how many time I go through there, I'm always amazed. (sorry no pic's... Blogger refusing to upload them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Deliver early Monday morning and I'll be a stones throw away from Vermont. One of the four states I've yet to visit. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed they'll have a pick up in Vermont waiting for me when I'm empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-5642791124119445464?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5642791124119445464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=5642791124119445464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5642791124119445464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5642791124119445464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/08/coast-to-coast.html' title='Coast To Coast'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7172732276676789493</id><published>2007-08-09T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:16:09.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise Control</title><content type='html'>I finally made it off the east coast and am currently sitting in our Long Beach drop yard awaiting delivery early tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The load I have delivers to a cruise ship on the San Pedro, Ca docks extremely early in the morning and then I'll be heading home for a couple of weeks of much needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And I can't forget the honey do's... Come to think of it... I may actually get more rest when I'm working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in a couple weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7172732276676789493?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7172732276676789493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7172732276676789493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7172732276676789493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7172732276676789493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/08/cruise-control.html' title='Cruise Control'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7650715342003366820</id><published>2007-07-30T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:03:40.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week In Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5772JdIxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1kSACQQv22M/s1600-h/101_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5772JdIxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1kSACQQv22M/s400/101_0156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093144496680280850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Past week started out well but, went a little south after that. And I don't mean south as in direction. I've had only two loads this week and not for lack of freight, but rather, a slight tear in the inside wall of the trailer caused what should have been a two day run turn into a four day run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first load went off without a hitch. Pick up at shipper. Deliver to receiver. No problem. The second load however. I arrive at shipper, back into assigned dock and sit for three hours. The whole time wondering what is taking so long. I felt the dock plate go into the trailer only a few minutes after I got in the dock but, no forklift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going over all the possible scenarios in my head: Did I arrive at break time, are they just drastically understaffed... Unbeknownst to me, The shipper had rejected my trailer and was on the phone with my company trying to figure out what to do next. Would have been nice if somebody had let me in on this little secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer was rejected because an earlier forklift impact had bowed the side wall of the trailer out so far it caused the kick plate to separate and bend inward toward where the freight would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5l5WJdIuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/a_3oClvQsjg/s1600-h/101_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5l5WJdIuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/a_3oClvQsjg/s400/101_0152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093120264474796770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my trailer being just wide enough to accommodate two pallets side by side, this particular shipper was not willing to risk their product being damaged during loading or shipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday. 4:30 in the afternoon. The chance of finding an open trailer repair shop... Nil. But I call my company shop anyway. Their advise. Take it to a Truckstop over 90 miles away and see if they can get it patched up enough to get by for now and they'll fix it proper next time it comes by the terminal. I told them this would probably just be a huge waste of time. This was bigger than truckstop shop damage but, they tell me to go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive up to the truckstop, find a mechanic and tell him what my problem is. Sight unseen, they're not sure if they can fix it or not, so two of them follow me out to my trailer. I open the back and they peered in. Instantly they both start laughing. I don't know if it was at me or that the damage was just so funny looking. They said it wasn't anything they could fix and I would have to go to a specialty trailer shop to get that kind of damage repaired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part I love. The part where I get to call my shop and say told ya so. Well past 6:30 at night nothing in the way of trailer shops is still open so they tell me to find a spot for the night and we'll try this again tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke the next morning to my cellphone ringing. It was my shop saying they had found a place that could fix the trailer. This could have waited til after 7:00 couldn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short drive and I was at the shop. The mechanic immediately climbed in and went to work. But after more than two hours, he came to the conclusion that this was bigger than he thought and he wasn't able to fix this kind of damage. He just didn't have the proper tools and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5l5GJdItI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yvuhGkgXW3o/s1600-h/101_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5l5GJdItI/AAAAAAAAAFE/yvuhGkgXW3o/s400/101_0158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093120260179829458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He presented me with two options. there was a shop a short distance away that could probably do the job, or... there is this guy he knows (there's always a guy) that does really good work and he could come there and do the work in their yard. Well I'm not the decision maker here so I passed this information along to my shop, sat back and waited for them to tell me what they wanted to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later I hear all this banging coming from my trailer. I go back to see what all the ruckus is. Apparently my shop decided to go with the mobile mechanic. Thanks for never calling me back. What is this keep the driver in the dark week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5l52JdIvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Y-g8pNHYccI/s1600-h/101_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5l52JdIvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Y-g8pNHYccI/s400/101_0163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093120273064731378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mobile Mechanic (background) and helper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apparently "this guy" had all the right tools. In no time they had the wall straightened, the gap closed, all the rough edges ground down and they even sealed the joint with a nice layer of caulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact they did such a nice job that if you didn't know where to look, you wouldn't be able to tell there ever was any damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I drove the 90 miles back to the same shipper and this this time, thankfuly, passed inspection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5l6GJdIwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sNJTACP-5_0/s1600-h/101_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5l6GJdIwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sNJTACP-5_0/s400/101_0162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093120277359698690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mobile mechanic's truck backed up to mine for easy access to their tools&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7650715342003366820?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7650715342003366820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7650715342003366820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7650715342003366820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7650715342003366820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/week-in-review.html' title='A Week In Review'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5772JdIxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1kSACQQv22M/s72-c/101_0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-430922918110446432</id><published>2007-07-22T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:15:45.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planes, Trains and Automobiles... err Trucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5i_mJdImI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aagtvTzxkhA/s1600-h/101_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5i_mJdImI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aagtvTzxkhA/s400/101_0151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093117073314095714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mechanical woes almost caused me to be late today. I received this load the other day but, because i used up all my available hours on the two previous runs I had to sit on it for a day and a half before I could move. No problem. My company contacted the shipper and receiver and a new appointment was set. One that I could easily make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is until I went to start my truck yesterday and nothing happened. Don't know why but, this is the third time in the past two months that this has happened. The mechanics can't figure it out either. Must be one of those intermittent problems that comes and goes and just never seems to happen when they're poking around with all their electrical testers and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took five hours to get the problem resolved. And now what was an easy run just turned into a pain in the backside run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it but, just barely. I had use the split sleeper berth option to make it on time but, I made it. My 96% on time rate is safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed off to the nearest mom and pop truck stop about two miles away to complete the rest of the required sleeper berth time and 15 minutes after I served out the remaining time, I received another run. No rest for the weary...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-430922918110446432?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/430922918110446432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=430922918110446432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/430922918110446432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/430922918110446432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/planes.html' title='Planes, Trains and Automobiles... err Trucks'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rq5i_mJdImI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aagtvTzxkhA/s72-c/101_0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-5884279559710800600</id><published>2007-07-19T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:22:17.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Hours &amp; Daisy May Gets A Bruise</title><content type='html'>Wow! It's been a while since I had a Chance to write. I was home for a few days and ever since I came back out I've been running 13 - 14 hours a day. It's all I can do to get out of the hot seat and fall into the bunk at the end of the day. Not that I'm complaining. I rather like when they keep me moving like that. Makes for a good payday. But too many of those days in a row gets to be a bit much at times. I'm not the spring chicken I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran from California to Georgia in only three and a half days, then up to Indiana, over to Illinois and finally back to Indiana. Which is where I'll be for a couple of days. I've already used up all my available hours and have to sit until they reset on Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda boring to have to sit around all day but, I'll finally get that much needed rest that has been eluding me for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rp_zzm_RDVI/AAAAAAAAADw/xbp4gjfnuE4/s1600-h/101_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rp_zzm_RDVI/AAAAAAAAADw/xbp4gjfnuE4/s400/101_0138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089054171916733778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rp_yVW_RDUI/AAAAAAAAADo/hWh4q9xrHZg/s1600-h/101_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rp_yVW_RDUI/AAAAAAAAADo/hWh4q9xrHZg/s400/101_0143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089052552714063170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Daisy May got backed into and she is not at all happy about it. Just some minor damage but, she's still upset. We were sitting in a rest area just a few miles into Arizona when pickup truck towing a U-haul trailer tried and failed at backing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just getting out of the driver's seat to head into the back for the night when the force of the impact knocked me off ballance, and back into the seat I went. I heard a loud crunching noise and thought to myself, well that can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other driver pulled up so I could climb out and inspect the damage. We did the obliglatory exchange of insurance info and all that fun stuff, then, all the fun being over, I finally got to go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been running so hard this past week I haven't had time to get the step replaced.  So I'll just have to be careful climbing in and out until I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-5884279559710800600?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/5884279559710800600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=5884279559710800600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5884279559710800600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/5884279559710800600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/out-of-hours-daisy-may-gets-bruise.html' title='Out Of Hours &amp; Daisy May Gets A Bruise'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rp_zzm_RDVI/AAAAAAAAADw/xbp4gjfnuE4/s72-c/101_0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-6844159151079772066</id><published>2007-07-06T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:09:51.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York?</title><content type='html'>Hubby should be on his way to the receiver this morning. I just popped in to say New York? Hubby is preplanned on a trip to New York. There's no way that San Diego is on his way to the big apple and the big apple is DEFINATELY not on his way to San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other day and I'd say "cha ching," that's a great run....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'd like to hear that he has a little hop, skip and a jump down to say...Long Beach or Otay Mesa. I'm not picky. It just needs to head south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned... I'm sure there's an explanation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add:&lt;br /&gt;He's on his way to Long Beach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-6844159151079772066?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6844159151079772066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=6844159151079772066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6844159151079772066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6844159151079772066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York?'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7323847381225075166</id><published>2007-07-05T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:31:44.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down In Flames</title><content type='html'>Up two hours before the sun this morning. Not a bad drive into the receiver. I was practically the only thing on the road for a while. I got more and more company as I got closer to Sacramento, but never really hit any traffic which was my main concern when I went to bed last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unloading was a little brutal. Had to unload myself and it was hot! Usually we never touch the product. My company is of the belief that paying lumpers is less costly than paying worker's comp claims. Plus the loss of a driver for an undetermined amount of time. Unfortunately lumpers were unavailable at &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 13 months of driving, this is only the second time I've had to unload my trailer and the first time was by choice. Rather than wait nine hours til the lumpers started for the day, I unloaded my own trailer and got out of there in two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a real good work out I headed over to stop two. It doesn't deliver til tomorrow, but you never know Sometimes they'll take you a day early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could of stayed up in Sacramento and easily covered the distance to San Jose in the morning, but I want to go home, and if there's a twinkle of a chance they'll unload me today, I had to at least try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked in at receiving only to be told what I already knew. It doesn't deliver until tomorrow. But... the person who has the appointment for today isn't here yet.&lt;br /&gt;OK. I'm listening. They said they would wait two hours and if he wasn't here by then, they would take me instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you know it... 15 minutes before I get to back into the dock and start the unloading process, guess who shows up. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already putting my seatbelt on when the guy from receiving came out to give me the bad news. Sorry, but you'll have to come back tomorrow. Shot down in flames...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least it won't be too hard to find tomorrow. But it does now rule out the possibility of gettin home tomorrow. Maybe Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7323847381225075166?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7323847381225075166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7323847381225075166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7323847381225075166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7323847381225075166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/down-in-flames.html' title='Down In Flames'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-6498071670306155364</id><published>2007-07-04T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:17:26.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeward Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RowPaCuS_RI/AAAAAAAAADY/-TH2kheifwk/s1600-h/ocotillo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RowPaCuS_RI/AAAAAAAAADY/-TH2kheifwk/s400/ocotillo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083455019476516114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled into California this morning. I could smell home. Not really smell home, but the sage brush and ocotillo plants. That familiar smell of southern California. Different parts of the country have their own smells. For instance, the northwest has a piney, ceder smell, the east smells like industry and Texas has a sulphur smell from all the oil wells and refineries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. Arizona has the same basic plant and shrub make up as California. Especially western Arizona, but I didn't smell the sage brush until I crossed that state line. I guess the temperature reached that magic degree where the plants start to sweat out their oils at just the same time I crossed over the Colorado river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drop the first half of this two drop load tomorrow in Sacramento. Then San Jose on Friday. Maybe then the wife can stop singing to me everytime I call. Or at least change the words to "Do you know the way to San Diego?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my dispatcher has found something heading south from there so I can go home after stop two. Nothing more frustrating than being so close, but out of range to just deadhead home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's off to bed for me. I have to get up at o-dark-thirty to complete the remaining miles and deliver on time tomorrow. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-6498071670306155364?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6498071670306155364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=6498071670306155364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6498071670306155364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6498071670306155364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/homeward-bound.html' title='Homeward Bound'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RowPaCuS_RI/AAAAAAAAADY/-TH2kheifwk/s72-c/ocotillo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-9090271851985595205</id><published>2007-07-03T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:00:33.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know the way to San Jose?</title><content type='html'>All hubby had to do was tell me that one of his drops is near San Jose and I can't keep that song out of my head. Do you know the way to San Jose?....(I'm sure there are more words, but since the song is probably almost as old as I am, those are the only words I know.)  Of course since it's stuck in my head, I feel compelled to sing it to him everytime he calls home.  I'm surprised he's still calls me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely log on to the SRT website to see where he is.  I usually just ask him when he calls.  But when he's on his way home, I check it quite frequently.  Usually it goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas&lt;br /&gt;Texas&lt;br /&gt;Texas (dang is he ever going to leave Texas?)&lt;br /&gt;New Mexico, Arizona, California - boom, boom, boom. &lt;br /&gt;Of course once he hits California then it's&lt;br /&gt;California&lt;br /&gt;California&lt;br /&gt;California...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might be in the Golden State, but he's still far from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of home...  Hubby doesn't really complain TOO much about little delays on the road.  For the most part he knows that it's just the way the industry works.  There's a lot of hurry up and wait. But he has little to no patience when he's on his way home!  I think it just drives him crazy to be so close to home and then have to deal with California traffic, delays at receivers and the waiting for the magic beep that means he can head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that, I'm kind of feeling guilty.  I goofed.  I forgot Josh was leaving for camp on Monday when hubby and I were going over the calendar and scheduling home time.  Best case scenario, hubby will be home on Saturday.  That doesn't give them much time together.  And I don't even want to think about worst case scenario!  I'm not thinking they would particularly enjoy waving at each other as one heads south on I-5 and the other one heads north.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-9090271851985595205?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/9090271851985595205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=9090271851985595205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/9090271851985595205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/9090271851985595205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-know-way-to-san-jose.html' title='Do you know the way to San Jose?'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7446921806027018528</id><published>2007-07-02T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:17:47.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IdleAire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APU'/><title type='text'>Weather Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RonIRiuS_PI/AAAAAAAAADI/BC2bzxwXunQ/s1600-h/101_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RonIRiuS_PI/AAAAAAAAADI/BC2bzxwXunQ/s400/101_0109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082813858168634610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get very far today before the weather shut me down. A large thunderstorm was brewing over New Mexico and I was getting blown all over the road. Rather than tempt fate I decided to throw in the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled into a truckstop in Albuquerque only to find every other truck on the road had exactly the same idea. As I drove up and down the rows slowly working my way back and forth I was beginning to lose hope of finding a space. When there on the very back row, the very last last space, I found my spot. It was a bugger to get into, but I made look like I knew what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason for the severe lack of parking at this particular truckstop is they're installing IdleAire and several spaces are blocked off to accommodate the construction crews and all their equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IdleAire is a unit that mounts in the passenger window of the truck much like an air conditioner mounts in a window of a house, and eliminates the need for drivers to idle their trucks to keep cool or warm. It also has Internet access, satellite t.v. and radio among other features. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to use it when I can find it, but with only slightly over 100 truckstops having it installed and running, it's pretty few and far between locations. And right now it exists mostly in the southern and eastern states. So if you're up north or out west you're pretty much out of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more locations are popping up all the time, but it's a slow process. Most truckstop owners are reluctant to install it because of the loss of business during construction, the loss of about 10% of their parking spaces and the general overall lack of trust that this isn't just a passing technology that will be outdated before it ever gets off the ground. With more and more trucking companies installing APU's (Auxiliary Power Unit) on their fleets, the need for Idleaire just wont be there in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well No sooner than I pull over and start typing the weather breaks. I'm staying put though. It will be dark soon and if I thought I had a hard time finding a parking space the first time, it's even worse when that sun goes down. Besides parking in the dark is a pain. Trucks or rather the trailers dont have back up lights on them and truckstop lighting isn't always the greatest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some links if you want to know more about &lt;a href="http://www.eere.energy.gov/cleancities/idle/apu.html"&gt;APU's&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.idleaire.com/"&gt;IdleAire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7446921806027018528?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7446921806027018528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7446921806027018528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7446921806027018528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7446921806027018528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-didnt-get-very-far-today-before.html' title='Weather Woes'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RonIRiuS_PI/AAAAAAAAADI/BC2bzxwXunQ/s72-c/101_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4535451908923492881</id><published>2007-07-02T00:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:06:59.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Is Bigger In Texas &amp; #19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RokkbCuS_NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-CI7wtdfgQ4/s1600-h/101_0096-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082633701470436562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RokkbCuS_NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-CI7wtdfgQ4/s320/101_0096-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out of the terminal on Monday night thinking I wouldn't have to go through Texas any time soon. I was heading east to South Carolina anticipating where I would go from there. Up to the northeast? Down to Florida? I dropped off my load of roofing rubber, the kind they use for flat top commercial buildings, on Wednesday and already had a load going back to Little Rock, Arkansas on my Qual Comm before I finished unloading. This made me worried. I was going back into the Bermuda Triangle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't too worried though. They fixed everything didn't they? Still I had that nagging doubt. Would I get sucked in again and be stuck for three or four more days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove up to Greer, SC to pick up my load and started making my way toward Little Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an awesome dispatcher who is always looking two or three moves ahead, and while I was still two days out from my destination, she sent me a load going from Arkansas to Tennessee. The opposite direction of the Bermuda triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing catch up all week. Since my truck was in the shop so long, it put me about 10 hours behind on all my pick ups and deliveries this week. Try as I may, I just wasn't able to gain any ground. There are so many variables you have no control over; weather, traffic, accidents, shippers and receivers not being ready when you arrive. I had them all and them some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I wasn't going to be able to take this one. The pick up time was scheduled for two hours before the delivery time of the run I was currently on. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. Having a two day advance warning I would just speed things up a little and see if the receiver would take their load early. Usually they do. Most places I deliver don't care of you're too early, as long as your not late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my dispatcher a note to inform her that I was still playing catch up and wouldn't be able to make the pick up until the morning after the scheduled appointment time. If the shipper was ok with that, I would gladly accept the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She contacted the shipper and they were not at all ok with that. Moving the pick up time back inadvertently moves the delivery time back as well, and the promises they made to the receiver to have the product there by a certain time are broken.&lt;br /&gt;So another driver was put on the run and there I am again sailing straight into the Triangle of Uncertainty with nothing waiting for me when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving like some crazed maniac, I arrived at my receiver for my 9:00 am appointment at 4:30 in the afternoon (I told you I was running behind) and just about out of hours. I really didn't want to run out of hours before getting there, so I skipped the usual breaks and drove straight through. Darn good thing I did too. They close at 4:30! Since I was there, they decided to unload me even though it was quittin' time. You could tell they wanted to go home though. They attacked my trailer with three forklifts and unloaded me in under five minutes. This has to be some kind of new record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we counted the load and had all the paperwork taken care of, it was past five and, you guessed it - the load planners have left the building. No load planners, no load and almost no hope until Monday. Unless you have something preplanned, which I did, then I didn't, getting booked on a load over the weekend is rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I limped over to the nearest truck stop and was pleasantly surprised to find a boat load of parking still available. I sent a message to night dispatch to let them know when I would be getting back some hours just to see if they knew I was out here. Sometimes when you complete a run right at the shift change between day and night dispatch, you fall through the cracks and can sit there until Monday, so I always like to make sure they know I'm out here, without a load, wishing I had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their reply; Sorry. Nothing on the board for now. Check back after 8:00 in the morning. In other words... after they get off. So it was starting to look like a long weekend sitting in a truckstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning came and went, and no load. As before I sent a little reminder that I'm out here. The squeaky wheel gets the grease you know. Beep! Oh look a load! That was supposed to pick up yesterday. Hmmm. I wonder why night dispatch couldn't find this last night. Oh well at least I'm not going to sit here all weekend long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off. Off to California that is. Just in time for my scheduled home time too. Well almost. I deliver the same day I'm scheduled to be home but, I'll be over 600 miles away so, doesn't look like I'll actually make it home that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time to put Texas and some miles behind me today. As they say, everything is bigger in Texas, including the roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and bird number 19 committed suicide today. Guess he couldn't read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Romu1SuS_OI/AAAAAAAAADA/jqdlE4a_PvY/s1600-h/101_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Romu1SuS_OI/AAAAAAAAADA/jqdlE4a_PvY/s400/101_0106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082785885046635746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4535451908923492881?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4535451908923492881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4535451908923492881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4535451908923492881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4535451908923492881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/07/everyting-is-bigger-in-texas_01.html' title='Everything Is Bigger In Texas &amp; #19'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RokkbCuS_NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-CI7wtdfgQ4/s72-c/101_0096-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-3502404362371901016</id><published>2007-06-27T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:59:43.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminal Time</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to begin. It's been a long and boring weekend. I awoke Friday morning to the familiar beep of the QualComm summoning my attention. It's kinda like Christmas. You hope it's something you wanted; something thoughtful, something you didn't even know you needed until you open that package.  And not a tie or underwear. So what was waiting for me inside that little message box? a nice long hazmat run? Something to one of the four states I've yet to visit? Nope! Underwear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message said to take my empty reefer to one of our drop yards on the other side of Dallas and then head to the terminal. No explanation, just head to the terminal. Now they say curiosity killed the cat, but I had to hear this one. I fire off the (they had to be expecting this one) return message consisting of only one word, three little letters. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could almost hear the gears grinding from 200 miles away, as if I through a wrench in the machine, it stutters, sputters and grinds to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over an hour later they finally manage to get it going again and send a response. Your truck needs to have a pm (preventative maintenance) done. What!?!&lt;br /&gt;I just had a pm done in May. What, did they forget something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really enjoy going to the terminal for maintenance, especially on weekends. They only have two mechanics on duty and the wait can get pretty long. And this weekend was exceptionally long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRT acquired a new service manager and apparently he found quite a large maintenance backlog the former service manager was not attending to. Just like a jet aircraft, commercial trucks have to undergo routine inspections every so many thousand miles. Lucky me. My truck had just passed that magic mileage marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to make this backlog go away, the new service manager put out an executive order. Any truck within 500 miles of the terminal, without a load, is to be brought in to have have all necessary work done. Only we (the drivers) are not aware of this, so like the hapless sailor we enter the Bermuda Triangle only to be sucked in and never seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days in line before my truck even sees the inside of the shop. When I arrived Friday afternoon, I thought they were kidding when they said It would be Sunday before they would get to my truck. They weren't! It was actually Monday before it got in. Normally it wouldn't take this long, but with nearly a quarter of the fleet in the terminal, the line got to be quite long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending a day or two in the terminal. They went all out building a place with the drivers in mind. We have free laundry, showers, a TV room with a huge big screen tv and a quiet room with recliners and a table or two if you want to read or surf the web. There is even a kitchen where you can wash dishes from the truck and some vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can manage a day or two, but when that day or two rolls into three or four. I start getting restless. I don't know what it is. You can only wash your clothes, dishes, yourself and your truck so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truck was finally parolled around 9:oo Monday night and by 10:00 I was outta there! I was so excited to have wheels under my butt, I didn't even care where I was going. Now normally I don't like driving at night for so many reasons, but today, I was willing to make an exception. Besides I only had to go about 30 miles to one of our regular shippers and I could spend the night on their dirty, dusty, muddy dirt lot before heading out in the morning. As long as I'm out and about. I'm happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-3502404362371901016?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3502404362371901016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=3502404362371901016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3502404362371901016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3502404362371901016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/terminal-time.html' title='Terminal Time'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-9146419446739335882</id><published>2007-06-21T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:52:13.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting On A Load</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnsOqBz21AI/AAAAAAAAACw/KbEb4LsfFlo/s1600-h/101_0089-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnsOqBz21AI/AAAAAAAAACw/KbEb4LsfFlo/s320/101_0089-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078669119993598978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't hazmat but, it was miles. The kind I like too. Not too long and just enough time to make it from point a to point b. None of that three days to go 500 miles stuff I had been getting lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Dallas late last night and spent the night outside my receiver. The Unloading process went off without a hitch this morning and again, off to the nearest T/A to have yet another tire replaced. I seem to been having a run of bad luck with trailer tires lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received this trailer from a swap earlier in the week it had a nail in one of the tires and I just didn't have enough time to get the needed repairs done due to the limited time on this run. So each morning and at least two more times throughout the day I had to air the tire back up to keep it going until I could get to a shop to have the work done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the line was over four hours long. By the time I got in and work was completed, there were no loads to be found. All of our load planners go home at five except for one. Just in case that desperate shipper calls in the middle of the night. So it looks like I'll be spending the night in Denton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Guess I'll have a nice quiet evening. Maybe that hazmat load will come tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-9146419446739335882?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/9146419446739335882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=9146419446739335882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/9146419446739335882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/9146419446739335882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/waiting-on-load.html' title='Waiting On A Load'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnsOqBz21AI/AAAAAAAAACw/KbEb4LsfFlo/s72-c/101_0089-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4755346615281907648</id><published>2007-06-18T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:02:45.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I'm Ready For Some Work Now</title><content type='html'>It's been kinda nice taking it slow and easy the past few days. But slow and easy doesn't pay the bills. I'm ready for some work now! A good and long hazmat run would be nice. Hazmat is a pain but, it pays more to compensate for all the hassle you have to go through. And that extra pay adds up quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to my delivery two hours early and fully expected to have to wait until my appointment time to even be let in. Much to my surprise they took me right in, assigned me to a dock and started unloading me within 15 minutes of my arrival. I could get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat around all day so I would have enough hours left on my log book to get unloaded and still have enough hours available to go to a truck stop or rest area near by before I turn back into a pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have  14 hours once we start and have to complete all our driving / work within that time. Leave too early, and the clock runs out while you're still being unloaded. Then you're stranded there. Leave too late and miss your appointment. Usually having to wait a whole day or more to get a new one. Been there, done that. (see "The Load That Would Not Die")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to find a place to park for the night. Chances are slim I'll find anything this late but, who knows, I might get lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4755346615281907648?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4755346615281907648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4755346615281907648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4755346615281907648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4755346615281907648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok-im-ready-for-some-work-now.html' title='Ok I&apos;m Ready For Some Work Now'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4541497327348521308</id><published>2007-06-17T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:44:41.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu And Fireflies</title><content type='html'>I spent today traveling down the exact same freeway I traveled down yesterday, only in the opposite direction. So, I experienced a lot of deja vu today. Kept having that eerie feeling I've been here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for an easier day today. The load I received in yesterday's swap doesn't deliver until Tuesday morning and I only had 675 miles on this run to begin with.  That could be done in one day, let alone two and a half. So I'm driving slow and limiting how many hours I use in case I get one of those "pick up tomorrow and has to be there yesterday" runs. Alway a good idea to have a couple of extra hours on the ole log book just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I like about my job is all the things I get to see, but a little variety wouldn't hurt. I did see a rather nice sun set and moon tonight though.  Something I missed being locked up in the windowless radiology department of a hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnXw2hz208I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Wc_PEbNB9No/s1600-h/101_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnXw2hz208I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Wc_PEbNB9No/s320/101_0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077228974509577154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnXw2hz209I/AAAAAAAAACY/Z0PwtytuZNs/s1600-h/101_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnXw2hz209I/AAAAAAAAACY/Z0PwtytuZNs/s320/101_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077228974509577170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stopped in a rest area and while walking back from the restrooms, I noticed all these little flourescent green glowing balls of light hovering around the tree line at the edge of the parking area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnXw2xz20-I/AAAAAAAAACg/bHFjEjbQPu0/s1600-h/101_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnXw2xz20-I/AAAAAAAAACg/bHFjEjbQPu0/s320/101_0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077228978804544482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireflies! I don't know why these little guys facinate me, but they do. So I'm always excited when they come out and let me watch them play. I had a hard time getting them to pose for the photo, so I had to use a timed exposure to actually catch one of them in the act. Click on the pic for a better / bigger view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4541497327348521308?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4541497327348521308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4541497327348521308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4541497327348521308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4541497327348521308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/deja-vu-and-fireflies.html' title='Deja Vu And Fireflies'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnXw2hz208I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Wc_PEbNB9No/s72-c/101_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-2377073496317135353</id><published>2007-06-16T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:31:02.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans Change</title><content type='html'>I started my day in Marshall, Illinois and fully intended to make it to my destination of Carrollton, Texas by the day's end but, before I could even get started this morning my dispatch contacted me with new plans. Instead of taking the load to Texas, I was instructed to go to Kansas City, Missouri and swap out with a team that had been trying to get home to Dallas. Usually I dread swaps because, I always seem to get there first and slowly watch all of my available hours tick away while I sit and wait for the other half of the swap to arrive. Today it actually worked in my favor for once. The team I was swapping with arrived about three hours before me so, when I arrived the transition went quickly and I turned around and started heading right back where I just came from. Plenty of time on this one too. I wonder what happened. For several weeks now it always seems there is too little time on the run and you really have to hustle to make your appointment. But the past three loads I've been on have had an extra day or two more than what is really needed. Kinda nice to be able to stop and smell the roses for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnS1Yxz206I/AAAAAAAAACA/YK8vUoboLAU/s1600-h/101_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnS1Yxz206I/AAAAAAAAACA/YK8vUoboLAU/s400/101_0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076882117245719458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this cool little bridge in the rest area where I spent the night. When I arrived it was dark and I wondered what the purpose of this bridge was. The ground was sloped enough that water would never build up here and even if it did, I just couldn't see why anyone would put a bridge there. The next morning I climbed out of my truck for a closer inspection and discovered that the Illinois Department of Transportation had relocated it from it's previous location where no one would see it and moved it to the rest area for travelers to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnS3GBz207I/AAAAAAAAACI/RRjuNdwDIqg/s1600-h/101_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnS3GBz207I/AAAAAAAAACI/RRjuNdwDIqg/s400/101_0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076883994146427826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on photo for larger view&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-2377073496317135353?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2377073496317135353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=2377073496317135353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2377073496317135353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2377073496317135353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/plans-change.html' title='Plans Change'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RnS1Yxz206I/AAAAAAAAACA/YK8vUoboLAU/s72-c/101_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-7070288859567236220</id><published>2007-06-15T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:03:28.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Under A Load</title><content type='html'>In the previous post I mentioned how my company does not like to have us drive around without a trailer firmly attatched to the tractor. So I was a bit surprised yesterday morning when they told me to drive over 160 miles to pick up an empty trailer. Either that or sit around for a day or more until something closer comes along. Oh no, I'll take it. Besides bobtailing is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get so used to driving with a trailer, you feel like you're in a race car when you don't have one.  You can actually Get up to freeway speed &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; you get on the freeway! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not allowed to drive when I go home. My son makes fun of how wide I take turns and how slow I crawl up to red lights and stop signs.  My wife makes fun of how I alwas put my hand on the gear selector and step on the imaginary clutch. (our car is an automatic) What can I say? You spend all day every day driving one vehicle, you get accustomed to it. It's hard to turn that off when you drive something different for one day every five or six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working my way from Ohio to Texas where this load delivers.  Today I had to have another tire repaired or I should say replaced. There was no repairing this one. Someone had locked up the brakes long enough to grind away the tread until the threads were showing through. Weird though, the other tires on that same axle were just fine. I'll probably spend the rest of my life wondering how they did that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-7070288859567236220?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/7070288859567236220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=7070288859567236220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7070288859567236220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/7070288859567236220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/under-load.html' title='Under A Load'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-202740022563034765</id><published>2007-06-13T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:08:21.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aberdeen Will Have To Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pix.epodunk.com/locatorMaps/md/MD_2430.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://pix.epodunk.com/locatorMaps/md/MD_2430.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The load I was under had a tentative appointment for Thursday morning. Tentative because the shipper promised delivery by Thursday but, a firm appointment had not been set at the receiver yet. I was taking my sweet time getting from point a to point b because of all the extra time on this run when my company was finally able to book an appointment with the receiver. Next Tuesday! That's the best you can come up with? Well rather than sit around for an entire week baby sitting a load they directed me to one of our drop yards about 120 miles away. Unfortunately there was nothing available at the drop yard either, so off to the nearest truck stop I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to be stranded at the drop yard and wasn't really thrilled with that thought. There were no loads availabe and therfore no trailers. No trailers means you don't go anywhere. Nothing to eat or drink but vending machine food and me with only 20's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trucks handle differently without a trailer and are much harder to stop in an emergency. It also costs the company more money to insure because of this. So usually when you drop a trailer and don't have another to pick up, there you sit until you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite happy when I put in a request to go over to a truck stop about 20 miles away they actually said yes. I had to send another message just to be sure they didn't read my last message the wrong way and again they said yes. Not wanting to tempt fate, off I went before they realized they made a mistake and changed their minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-202740022563034765?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/202740022563034765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=202740022563034765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/202740022563034765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/202740022563034765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/aberdeen-will-have-to-wait.html' title='Aberdeen Will Have To Wait'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4008187381953342642</id><published>2007-06-11T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:05:34.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Judge Rules In Mom's Favor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/AIM/a3621~Telephone-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/AIM/a3621~Telephone-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more interesting phone calls I receive from the wife or the son is where they're having a disagreement on something and they'll call me to settle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as in a real courtroom, each one presents their case, and then I make my ruling. And the judge's ruling is always final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's case: Whether or not the front of the car is considered a "side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopses: Wife and son go to the grocery store. While standing at the rear of the vehicle placing the purchases in the back, wife asks son where the cart rack is. Son replies it's on the other side. Wife checks both sides and doesn't see said cart rack and asks for clarification. Son says if we're on the back side of the car the "other" side would be the front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son goes first. His argument is the vehicle is basically a rectangle and if you were standing on the narrow side of said rectangle the "other side" would be the other narrow side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Good opening argument. Lets here from the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife's turn. True a car is basically a rectangle but, two of those four sides have commonly accepted names of front and back or rear. Leaving the remaining sides of this rectangle to be called  the sides. Also a good argument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in my chambers while I make my decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judges ruling: If you were talking with some one about a car accident and they said the whole "side" of the car was crushed in you would not picture the side with the headlights, grille and bumper, you would picture the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruling in favor of Mom&lt;br /&gt;Case dismissed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4008187381953342642?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4008187381953342642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4008187381953342642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4008187381953342642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4008187381953342642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_11.html' title='And The Judge Rules In Mom&apos;s Favor'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-6984285973091228376</id><published>2007-06-11T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:05:20.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oversize Load</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rm0BWRz202I/AAAAAAAAABU/YYmu5rrkguA/s1600-h/101_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rm0BWRz202I/AAAAAAAAABU/YYmu5rrkguA/s320/101_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074713837366072162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic Load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last night I pulled into this tiny little truck stop. Well it wasn't really a truck stop. Rather a motel with a large lot out back for truck parking. Which apparently every heavy hauler knows about because, the truck pictured above was one of seven rather large loads parked there. They all stop here so their pilot car drivers have somewhere to sleep. While the truck driver can always just sleep in his truck, not so comfy for the pilot car driver to do the same in their vehicle, so they have all the motels / hotels with a large enough parking area mapped out along their entire route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled in last night I was hoping they would still be there in the morning so I could get a picture. Darkness and all the other trucks that were there made taking the picture impossible when I arrived. I couldn't have gotten far enough away to get the whole rig in frame and you wouldn't be able to see much anyway. I had to stand about a football field length away to actually get the whole thing in frame and I don't think the flash would go that far anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an idea how big this thing is, my truck (tractor and trailer) is 65 feet from end to end, and I could have parked next to it twice and still have ten feet left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could of stayed to see them pull out. I would have loved to see that thing turn the corner out of the lot on to the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day went pretty well today. I made decent miles toward my destination and didn't encounter any problems along the way. Wow! I made it through a whole day without having to have anything repaired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-6984285973091228376?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6984285973091228376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=6984285973091228376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6984285973091228376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6984285973091228376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/oversize-load.html' title='Oversize Load'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rm0BWRz202I/AAAAAAAAABU/YYmu5rrkguA/s72-c/101_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-8392651741807415492</id><published>2007-06-10T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:12:52.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Another Post, Another Service Call</title><content type='html'>After reading how happy the wife was to see I'm actually using the mobile broadband she got me for my birthday in the previous post, I figured I'd better write something today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team I swapped with apparently doesn't check out their equipment very well. The trailer I received in yesterday's swap, of course, needed repairs. So off to the nearest T/A to have the work done. Now normally I don't let it bother me. These trailers get a lot of miles on them each year and inevitably something is going to break or just plain wear out. However, today it did bother me, because the items in question were obviously that way for a long time and a lot of people have towed that trailer around and not one of them did anything about it. Me being the stickler that I am just cannot pass the buck the way it seems all too easy for other people to do. I always wonder what the next person would think of me if I dumped a problem I should of taken care of on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RmxpxRz20zI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FqW-jSGti4k/s1600-h/100_9997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RmxpxRz20zI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FqW-jSGti4k/s400/100_9997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074547175455118130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the service done took three hours out of my day which ultimately resulted in me not getting as far as I would have liked. Fortunately this run has one more day on it than I need so I should still get it there in plenty of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough negativity for one day. On the other hand I spent the day driving through Wyoming enjoying the beautiful views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RmyR-hz200I/AAAAAAAAABE/kww0Ve1urVo/s1600-h/100_9995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RmyR-hz200I/AAAAAAAAABE/kww0Ve1urVo/s320/100_9995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074591383553495874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little more windy than I would prefer, but then again, it's always windy in Wyoming, because there aren't any trees to slow the wind down. Which begs the question. Where do they get all that wood for the animal stop fences and and snow barricades? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RmyTPRz201I/AAAAAAAAABM/WwUAcXTheFA/s1600-h/101_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RmyTPRz201I/AAAAAAAAABM/WwUAcXTheFA/s320/101_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074592770827932498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have these eight foot high fences on either side of the freeway with a wood post every six feet, and you know there's gotta be at least another two feet of it in the ground, so figure one ten foot post every six feet equals a lot of trees! Then there's the snow barricades (also made entirely of wood) that must be fifteen feet high and hundreds of feet long, and they're everywhere. Half the cost of that two by four you buy at your local home center is the shipping and it must of cost a pretty penny to have all that wood shipped in. Glad I don't pay taxes in Wyoming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-8392651741807415492?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8392651741807415492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=8392651741807415492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/8392651741807415492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/8392651741807415492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-day-another-post-another.html' title='Another Day Another Post, Another Service Call'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/RmxpxRz20zI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FqW-jSGti4k/s72-c/100_9997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-6491778506820364822</id><published>2007-06-09T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:24:29.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo!!! I Love Broadband!</title><content type='html'>Two new entries and I already love that broadband card.  It is so fun to see pictures of where hubby is and what he's up to.  He kept asking me to write down the stories he told me, but I'm not a very good "ghost writer."  Now that I've seen a couple of his entries, I know there's no way I could've told the stories as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, had I told the story about the two of them playing Halo.... I would've said they spent the whole time in the living room yelling at the tv.  I had no idea what they were up to.  I didn't know there was a strategy.  Maybe because the only time I grabbed a controller and played my son ran over me with the tank.  Doesn't sound like much of a team effort to me!  Oh and I did spend some time sitting on the side of the tank trying to shoot people, but I never knew which way we were going and I died every time I had to reload my gun.  I think I just provide comical relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta run.  It's a big day around our house.  It's scrapbook day. hahaha... it's my once a month scrapbook crop and since hubby isn't around to play "slave boy" I have to go load the car myself...unless I can bribe the child to help me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-6491778506820364822?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6491778506820364822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=6491778506820364822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6491778506820364822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6491778506820364822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/woo-hoo-i-love-broadband.html' title='Woo Hoo!!! I Love Broadband!'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-6800781098592056101</id><published>2007-06-08T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:24:51.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Easy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rmouthz20wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tIU_R_VWtXw/s1600-h/100_9994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rmouthz20wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tIU_R_VWtXw/s400/100_9994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073919289891148546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice easy day today. I got up this morning and calculated the remaining miles on the run to NY and figured it was not even close to possible for a solo driver to complete it on time. I sent a message to my dispatcher letting her know the only way this run could stand a chance would be to swap it off of me and give it to a team. When I didn't receive a reply I figured she was agitated and irritated with me. Hey, I'm only capable of so much. What do you want from me? Little did I know but, at about the exact time I sent my message, a storm had knocked out the power to our terminal and they couldn't receive any messages for over two hours. When they finally got power back, there was such a back log in the system it took them another two hours to process through all the messages. I finally got my reply about five hours into my day, just before I was about to transition onto another freeway and start heading east. They agreed and directed me to continue north into Salt Lake City, Utah to Rendezvous with the team that would take this thing the rest of the way. Bonus for me too. I received a run with roughly the same amount of miles as the one I gave up and this one actually has enough time on it for me to deliver in plenty of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-6800781098592056101?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/6800781098592056101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=6800781098592056101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6800781098592056101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/6800781098592056101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/nice-easy-day.html' title='A Nice Easy Day'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rmouthz20wI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tIU_R_VWtXw/s72-c/100_9994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-2497520946217554469</id><published>2007-06-07T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:25:57.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Road Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rmj-Xhz20tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_zgDC_M4-Dk/s1600-h/100_8769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rmj-Xhz20tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_zgDC_M4-Dk/s320/100_8769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073584660399182546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the road after some hometime. The past few days I spent at home with The family where we celebrated a couple of birthdays and had some fun. We went out to dinner, saw Pirates and played a lot of Halo. My son has this fixation on getting through Halo 2 on the ultra uber hard "legendary" level but, discovered it is impossible to do it alone so I was drafted to be his co-combatant. HARD AS HECK, but we had a lot of fun dying constantly. We conjured up this strategy of one of us going in to a battle and killing as many of the baddies as we could while the other would hang back in a safe area so when the first one died he would regenerate back at the safe point next to the other and not all the way back at the last check point. We switched off being the lead and actually made it pretty far into the game. Unfortunately hometime ran out and we weren't able to finish the whole game this time, but have something to look forward to next time I come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing about this hometime, even though we had to celebrate a little late, was the gift my wife got me for my birthday. I got a USB antenna/broadband card so I can go on the internet from virtually anywhere, anytime. Before I was limited to buying WiFi access and the availability was hit and miss. One of those situations where it's never around when you need it. We added up how much I was spending buying WiFi at $3.99 to $4.99 for 24 hours, and then only using two or three hours.  I almost never got to use the remaining time because I would end up running out of hours before I could get to another truck stop that used the same service. We turned off the internet on my phone and a couple of other things and it turned out to be about the same amount to buy the antenna and pay the monthly fee. The bonus is, I have internet when and where I need it, not just at truck stops. Isn't technology grand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to life on the road is always a little tough after hometime and today was particularly rough. It all started a couple of days ago when my dispatcher called me at home and asked me if I was ready to go.  Ready to go? I just got home!  The load I was on last week didn't even deliver until the day after I was scheduled to be home, so by the time I actually got home I was two days into my hometime. So my return date should move back two days also.  Well, my dispatcher is new and I guess she didn't notice this and she put me on a load going to New York.  I told her I still had three days of hometime coming and I planned on taking every minute of it.  So imagine my surprise this morning when I get in my truck and there is that same load, still there, glaring back at me. Now almost impossible to deliver on time.  To make matters worse, this load has been sitting in our Long Beach drop yard for four days but, because no one ever took me off of it, the computer system that matches available trucks with loads didn't know it was still there.  But wait. It gets better.  The trailer this load is in had a bad tire that had to be repaired!  Five hours in a truck stop waiting for my turn in the service bay and now we're into the ain't gonna happen end of the spectrum. I can only hope they can find a team that can take this thing off me or there is no hope of it getting there on time. Only time will tell.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-2497520946217554469?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2497520946217554469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=2497520946217554469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2497520946217554469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2497520946217554469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-road-again.html' title='On The Road Again'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/Rmj-Xhz20tI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_zgDC_M4-Dk/s72-c/100_8769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4866701076988433415</id><published>2007-04-23T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:54:13.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUARId3ciLM/Riz-TcEJcII/AAAAAAAAAHg/e4E20EO5oec/s1600-h/S5000314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056696091534782594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUARId3ciLM/Riz-TcEJcII/AAAAAAAAAHg/e4E20EO5oec/s320/S5000314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to return Josh's tux on Saturday and look what was parked across the street.  An SRT truck.  Other than hubby's truck, this is only the second time I've seen an SRT truck.  Once on my way to Utah and this is number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it was a local driver or one just stopping along the way.  It was in a walmart/mall parking lot so I suppose he/she could've just been doing some shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the crazy thing is how excited I got just to see one of the trucks.  I whipped my camera out of my purse and started taking pictures.  I'm sure the other drivers were probably wondering what was so exciting about that intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby is in Phoenix.  He just swapped out his hazmat load and is hoping to head to walmart to restock his food supply and pick up prescriptions before he gets assigned another load.  Hazmat is good money, but you can't stop to shop when you're hauling it.  Hubby tends to get a lot of hazmat loads so he's been trying to make sure he is well stocked so that he's not stuck buying truck stop food all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... Phoenix is only 6 hours away...  I'm hoping he continues west.  I think I could squeeze in a two hour drive if he gets closer to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4866701076988433415?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4866701076988433415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4866701076988433415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4866701076988433415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4866701076988433415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/04/sighting.html' title='A Sighting'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wUARId3ciLM/Riz-TcEJcII/AAAAAAAAAHg/e4E20EO5oec/s72-c/S5000314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4125599518687048008</id><published>2007-04-19T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:07:54.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laredo, TX</title><content type='html'>Hubby is in or near Laredo, TX today. He's hauling paper today.  I just called him to make sure I was remembering it right and he was a bit grumpy.  Apparently he's having a hard time finding his delivery.  Not fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been running hard ever since he came back from home time and has already done about 3,000 miles.  Of course the downside of that is that he is out of hours.  He's already pre-planned for his next load, but needs to find a truck stop and sit for the day tomorrow, so they may have to swap him out.  We love it when they keep him moving, but it's hard when you're running so hard that you run out of hours.  I'm sure he'll enjoy getting some rest tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4125599518687048008?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4125599518687048008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4125599518687048008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4125599518687048008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4125599518687048008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/04/laredo-tx.html' title='Laredo, TX'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-3831922551119925920</id><published>2007-04-18T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:36:17.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been and Gone and #16</title><content type='html'>Ok, so he made it home and he's gone again.  It goes by so fast.  I ended up getting sick towards the end of his home time and I'm still battling it, so things are a bit fuzzy in my head.  I'm not sure I can write something useful, so I'll just list some highlights instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was home for Easter with the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got my tire fixed and got all the tires rotated.  What?  You don't think that's a big deal?  I've had a slow leak forever, yet I absolutely could not find the time to go sit at the tire place.  I was so relieved that he took care of it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taught Josh how to ride the motorcycle.  Personally I'm not so sure this is a good thing, but it was a fun male bonding thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of male bonding... they went and saw Blades of Glory together.  Whew... another thing I'm glad he did, instead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was oh so nice to have someone to go buy orange juice when I started getting sick.  Of course, it was a bummer that I had no energy and was no fun to be around the last couple of days he was here... but at least my voice is still hoarse and I'm still coughing, so he knows I wasn't faking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that he's back on the road..... Bird #16 committed suicide.....  Now really, do people really hit that many birds, or is he some kind of freak bird magnet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-3831922551119925920?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3831922551119925920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=3831922551119925920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3831922551119925920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3831922551119925920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/04/been-and-gone-and-16.html' title='Been and Gone and #16'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-2507836010736923527</id><published>2007-04-04T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:01:37.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Time</title><content type='html'>Hubby's in California!!  Could it be?  Could he finally be coming home?  This is the second longest he's been gone and boy am I ready for him to come home.  It's been far too long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scheduling home time has probably been our biggest battles on this journey.  At first we had no problems.  We wanted him to be home for a scout court of honor and he made it home.  He was late, but he got there before it was over.  Then we had the big family reunion and he made it home and enjoyed the weekend with us.  I was starting to think hubby either worked for the perfect company or all the horror stories about home time were great big exaggerations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, since then he's been snowed in, shut down for ice storms and for some strange reason, he keeps getting stuck in South Carolina.  Now I don't mean stuck as in stuck in the mud or stuck in the snow.  I mean he should be traveling west and he's toodling around in Tennesee and South Carolina.  I know I shouldn't hold it against that state.  I'm sure it's a lovely place to visit, but honestly.... I cringe every time I hear that he's going to South Carolina.  I think there must be some kind of magnetic pull that attracts his truck and tries to keep it on the east coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, we know this is just how it works.  You have to be flexible and understanding when home time is delayed.  The only problem I have with this whole thing, is scheduling doctor appointments.  Now that I think about it, maybe that's why it's been such a pain lately.  It wasn't just a matter of him being late.  Whenever he's late we have to move mountains and change appointments and it just gets annoying.  We haven't quite mastered the perfect scheduling technique.  If you schedule him home too early and he's on time, then he needs to leave before his appointment.  Schedule him closer and he runs late... and he misses his appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why he's home so late this time.  He had appointments scheduled for March 27th, but he wasn't going to make it.  We either had to put his appointments off for another month and do it all over again, or have him come home a couple of weeks late.  But since I'm a silver lining girl.... I do think it worked out pretty nice.  He's coming home for Easter, Josh is speaking in church on Sunday and we have a big party at dad's house.  I miss him terribly, but I have to admit, it will be nice to have him home for a holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-2507836010736923527?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2507836010736923527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=2507836010736923527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2507836010736923527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2507836010736923527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/04/home-time.html' title='Home Time'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-2916743975418559045</id><published>2007-04-01T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:32:34.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That Was A Storm!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've had time to write. Had a lot of short runs lately and the short ones always seem to take longer than the long ones. The reason being, the loading and unloading takes longer, than the drive from shipper to receiver. A lot of people seem to think (including our load planners) that we just back up to a dock and they instantly load or unload us. Not even close. I think the only reason for an appointment is so that two trucks don't show up and try to occupy the same dock at the same time. What usually happens is you show up on time for your appointment, they assign you a dock to back into, and then you sit there in said dock for four to five hours. The whole time wondering to yourself... now why did I have to be here at 4:00 a.m.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I stopped in Greenville Texas to visit a friend, have dinner, and just get out of the truck for a while. After all I have three and a half days to go 1200 miles in this run, so I didn't feel at all guilty about taking a little time out for a real meal. Dinner was great. I had steak for the first time in weeks. But the real fun didn't begin til after dinner. My friend drove me back to the little truck stop where I had parked, we said our goodbye's and I got my tooth brush out of my truck and went inside to use the restroom and brush my teeth. Sometime during the ten minutes I was inside a thunderstorm rolled in and stopped directly over the building. I came outside to find a pretty good rain already fallling. Wind, thunder, lightning in the distance. In the distance, that is, until I stepped off the curb. B O O M! ! ! Lightning struck so close, I couldn't tell where it hit. Apparently my foot was the catalyst that the lightning needed to strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am halfway on halfway off the curb, I can't hear, and I really can't see. Have you ever stared directly into the flash when someone takes a picture and you see that little purple spot for a few seconds? Well this was more than a spot. Even my perriferal vision was purple. I'm standing there totally deaf and blind, wondering if I'm still alive. Stunned. It took a few seconds for me to realize that I'm getting totally soaked, so I must still be here because I can feel the rain, even though I cant see it or hear it, I can feel it. Then it comes to me. Well I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DON'T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to be here when the next one strikes. So kinda like a blind, deaf,  Frankenstein, arms outstretched, I begin walking in the direction of my truck. I wish I had video of this. It would take first place on AFV hands down. All I could think about was getting to the safety of my truck. I don't know why, when the door I just came out of was only three feet behind me, I would walk 50 feet across an open parking lot. With each step my vision would come back a little more. But, trying to find a purple truck when all you can see is purple, kind of like trying to find a polar bear in a snow storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my heart pounding like a scared rabbit I climbed in and waited for my senses to return. Well this is too good to wait til morning, so I call everyone I can think of and tell them all about my fun little experience. But wait, there's more. I turn on the radio only to here there is a tornado warning for Hunt county. I grab my map to see just where Hunt county is in relation to where I am and... Crud! I'm in Hunt county. Great! As if a really near miss with lightning was not enough, now I have to worry about tornados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain bagan to fall in biblical proportions and then the winds came. The whole time I'm in the front seat with my head on a swivel trying to spot the tornado, which fortunately, never materialized. When the rain stopped falling down and just started going sideways at over 70 miles per hour, I was sure there was a tornado over there somewhere, I just couldn't see it in the dark. It was blowing so hard, water was leaking in around the edges of my tightly rolled up window and trickling down the inside of the door. I looked in my mirror and could see my truck leaning over about two feet to the right. I have a load of paper onboard and am quite heavy, so to see it leaning that far did not settle my nerves any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It packed a lot of punch, but it was a quick mover and only lasted for about 20 minutes or so. The winds subsided, the rain eased and the tornado warnings were reduced to watches, and as far as I could tell, no damage to me or the truck. I'm tired. It's 11:30, the fun seems to be over, so off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't til the light of day the next morning that I could see the awsome power this storm packed. Not as much wind damage as you might think. The occasional highway sign partially missing, a few limbs broken on trees and such, but, water everywhere. I passed over a gorge that had to be 80 feet wide and 40 feet deep and saw grass wrapped around the bridge supports 35 feet up! 20 or more cows standing on this little mound about the size of a pitcher's mound and several more walking through chest deep water to join those already on the only dry spot left in their field. Sights like this went on for over 400 miles that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know to some of you who read this, this is nothing. Storms like this happen all the time. But I come from San Diego, Ca. where if two drops of rain fall out of the sky, the local news stations pre-empt regularly scheduled broadcasting to bring you Team Storm Watch Coverage and the guy who has the easiest job in the world, most days, gets to lead the news instead of being burried somewhere in the last two minutes of the newscast. So to me. ...that was a storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-2916743975418559045?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2916743975418559045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=2916743975418559045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2916743975418559045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2916743975418559045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-that-was-storm.html' title='Now That Was A Storm!'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-2091027929694092237</id><published>2007-03-19T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:08:16.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#14 and #15</title><content type='html'>Hubby sent me a text message on Saturday. It said "14." Before I could come here to update the suicide bird count, he hit another one. 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never knew that part of his trucking duties would be to thin out the bird population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had one particularly deadly week right before he came home for hometime during the summer. While he was home, we drove up to drop our son off at scout camp. On the way home a big black crow just flew into our windshield. It was the strangest thing. He could've flown over, our car is not that big, and yet he just kind of flew into the windshield and then rolled off the top of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picture that stupid bird everytime hubby sends me the updated number.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-2091027929694092237?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/2091027929694092237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=2091027929694092237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2091027929694092237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/2091027929694092237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/13-and-14.html' title='#14 and #15'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-3551347841964729627</id><published>2007-03-14T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:46:16.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CPAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trucking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regulations'/><title type='text'>Today Show and CPAP rant</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I just finished the big long post about getting started when you use a CPAP.  Since it was so long, I thought I'd save my rant for another post... and since I'm ranting... I'll share my rant about the Today show story the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPAP&lt;br /&gt;Ok so everyone wants drivers to drive safe.  There are a ton of regulations out there to keep drivers from driving while tired... so why the big problem with CPAP machines?  I think companies that refuse to hire drivers who use them, are creating a bigger problem.   They are discouraging drivers from getting the help they need.  Instead of getting treatment and getting a good night's rest.  They are ignoring the signs and symptoms.  How many drivers have you heard snoring in truck stops?  Snoring is one of the biggest indications of sleep apnea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Show&lt;br /&gt;You can tell I'm a full on trucker's wife now!!  I was so anygry and annoyed by the today show story the other day.  The basic story is that someone is considering passing a law that trucks can't drive over 68 mph.  Not a big deal for us,  hubby's company has them regulated anyway...but that's not the part that annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the part where they were talking about how many accidents involve a semi.  They made it sound like all of the accidents were caused by semi's driving too fast.  How many of those accidents were from four wheelers cutting off semi's?  How many were from road conditions?  I'm sure there are instances where speed was an issue, but not all of them.  If you want to prevent accidents, you need to get the four wheelers to stop cutting off trucks, or whip around them......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok rants for today are done....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-3551347841964729627?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3551347841964729627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=3551347841964729627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3551347841964729627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3551347841964729627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-show-and-cpap-rant.html' title='Today Show and CPAP rant'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-3586393710108100881</id><published>2007-03-14T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:30:43.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CPAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orientation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trucking'/><title type='text'>CPAP and Company #1</title><content type='html'>Little did we know, but one of our biggest hurdles in starting this journey was the fact that hubby uses a cpap machine.  Boy did I feel guilty when I realized it might keep him from getting a job!!  The only reason he had the testing done and got the machine was because I couldn't stand his snoring anymore!!!  I mean all I wanted was a little sleep now and then.  Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hubby went off to orientation with company number one.  Truthfully the entire experience with this company was absolutely horrible!!  The hotel room was a dive with graffitti inside the drawers and the lampshades and patched holes in the walls.  The company treated them like cattle and kept changing their story along the way.  It was a prime example of all the bad things you hear about orientation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our biggest issue was that hubby passed everything with flying colors.  We just had a couple of medical issues to clear up.  Issues that he told them about before he went to orientation.  He brought the paperwork with him.  We were prepared....  Well the doc that did the physical was a real jerk.  He asked what setting the cpap was on, was annoyed that hubby didn't have the exact dosage of his medication memorized and was just an overall jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the week the company said that all they needed was a release from his doctors.  Thus began the endless phone calls.  I called the doctors, told them what we needed, they faxed it, then the company would say it wasn't good enough.  Then they'd tell us what else it had to say.  It was absolutely ridiculous.  In hindsight, it's pretty clear that they never intended to hire hubby, but instead of telling us that, they made us jump through hoops for two weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line - the company wanted the doctors to write releases that stated there were absolutely no restrictions.  Doctors don't want to write something like that because they don't want to get sued.  So here we were, stuck in the middle.  We knew hubby could do the job.  His doctor knew he was going to school and pursuing it, but it became a paperwork nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company number 1 required hubby to quit his current job to go to orientation.  So here we were.  He was unemployed, we had no medical benefits and now we weren't sure if he'd get a job anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started over at square 1.  We called companies.  We called safety departments.  We asked specific questions about what would be required.  We talked to the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we settled on SRT.  Their safety department said that he needed a sleep test every year and that was it.  The doctor wrote him a prescription for a sleep test, we paid $500 for the test and had the results faxed to SRT while hubby was in orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it.  Simple.  Easy.  They didn't change their story.  They didn't make ridiculous requests.  Of course he was armed with everything we thought we would possibly need, but they didn't even ask for some of it.  Since he travels into Canada, we did have to get his doctor to sign something, listing all of his prescriptions, but that was it.  (Most of the prescriptions are for asthma, which was never an issue, just means he takes lots of stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can get a job if you use a CPAP machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prevailing train of thought appears to be that you need to get a sleep test each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We're coming up on his one year anniversary so the doctor has already requested it and hubby will be taking his test in a couple of weeks....Thank goodness he's on my insurance now.  We won't be spending the $500 this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-3586393710108100881?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3586393710108100881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=3586393710108100881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3586393710108100881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3586393710108100881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/cpap-and-company-1.html' title='CPAP and Company #1'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4560651501556645292</id><published>2007-03-14T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:48:19.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Details</title><content type='html'>All you have to do is check a few trucking forums and you'll see the same questions over and over again.  There's a lot to learn when you get started in this industry and everyone has a different opinion.  What works for some drivers, doesn't work for other drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I are going to try and go through a bit of the details on our experience and then add links to the side of the blog for future visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave us comments and questions.   They might help us decide what to write about next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4560651501556645292?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4560651501556645292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4560651501556645292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4560651501556645292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4560651501556645292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/details.html' title='The Details'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-1268806347514205065</id><published>2007-03-13T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:36:29.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep is highly overated</title><content type='html'>The longest day of my trucking career is finally over. Yesterday I finally got rid of the last of the load that just would not die. I returned to the same truck stop I had been at for the last three days and my parking space was still there! I call it &lt;em&gt;my space&lt;/em&gt; because even though I had been there for three days I had been in and out several times each time returning to find the same space empty and waiting for me. I wasn't there long this time though. As soon as I back in, the all too familiar beep of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;QualComm&lt;/span&gt; summoned my attention. One of my old dispatchers asking me if I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;repower&lt;/span&gt; a load for him. As I'm checking the map against my log book to see if I have enough hours available to cover the distance required, in the time required, I hear another beep... He assigned the load to me! Well thanks for waiting a whole three minutes before you made up my mind for me. This did NOT make me happy.  We are under a forced dispatch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SRT&lt;/span&gt; and once a load is assigned to you it's almost impossible to get out of it.  So rather than make a lot of waves, I basically took one for the team... Let's hope they remember this when I need a favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited by the wife to add...&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was tired and exhausted, started this post and fell asleep. He re-powered the load and got it there on time. His logbook had plenty of hours because of the "load that would not die" and all the sitting around he did, but he had to drive through the night to get the new load delivered....something he's not overly fond of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slept all day yesterday and again last night his old dispatcher asked him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;repower&lt;/span&gt; another load into Florida (from Georgia). So he's on his way, but the dispatcher said he "owes him big time." Hubby's hoping for a nice 3000 mile run. Re-powering loads for another driver means a lot of waiting around and very few miles. He's been hanging out in the East too long, he needs a nice long load to the West coast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-1268806347514205065?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/1268806347514205065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=1268806347514205065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1268806347514205065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/1268806347514205065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleep-is-highly-overated.html' title='Sleep is highly overated'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-4749924610042225263</id><published>2007-03-10T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:10:44.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post and The Load That Would Not Die</title><content type='html'>Well here goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;. My first post ever on a blog. Never really had a desire to share my life over the i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but what the heck. Well, to bring you up to speed on the whole accident thing... The next day after I had made my drop I went to a repair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facility&lt;/span&gt; my company uses quite regularly, judging on the amount of our trailers they had there, and had the mechanics crawl all over, through and especially under my truck and trailer. There were a quite a few clean spots on the frame, axles, brake chambers and just about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; on the bottom of the truck from where debris had struck and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;knocked&lt;/span&gt; the dirt off, but no real damage. A clean bill of health and off to the next pick up. It wasn't till the next day that I noticed my catwalk was gone. Just gone. I noticed during my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;trip that morning that something was not right, but I couldn't put my finger on it until later in the day when I picked up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hazmat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; load. As I was placing one of the placards in the holder on the front of the trailer I went to set the rest of them down on the catwalk to free up my hands, when it suddenly hit me. That bent, twisted piece of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;metal &lt;/span&gt;that slightly resembled a cat walk; the one I had to step over on my way to rescue my fellow trucker, was &lt;em&gt;MY &lt;/em&gt;catwalk. It probably got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;knocked&lt;/span&gt; out by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; I ran over, but at the time, with all the other debris all over the place, I never even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;considered&lt;/span&gt; it could be from my truck! Oh well just have to be very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;careful&lt;/span&gt; when I climb up to check the reefer unit until I can get it replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto today. Today's fiasco... Yesterday I had a delivery to one of the world's largest retail chain distribution centers. Despite my best efforts, I arrived 53 minutes late. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Normally&lt;/span&gt; this wouldn't be a problem as it is their policy that you may arrive up to one hour before or after your scheduled appointment time. With seven minutes to spare in that precious window, I thought I made it. WRONG! I check in at the guard shack only to be told they won't accept me. Quoting their policy back to the guard didn't persuade him a bit either. But, being the nice guy that he was, he placed a call to the central receiving office on speaker phone so I could here them say it for my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: "Can you still take a two thirty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.R. clerk " No. He's too late. He'll have to come back tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard hangs up, now talking to me, "See I told ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so much for that one hour policy! Oh well. Guess you can't argue with the people who make the rules. If you do, and they see you're right, they'll just change them to suit their needs, not yours. So I headed back to the truck stop a few miles away to wait it out. I notified my company and they're not the least bit surprised. Turns out this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;particular D.C. has a reputation of this so just make sure I'm at least half an hour early tomorrow. I tell them no problem. I'm only ten miles or so away. I'll be there with bells on. So today I leave the truck stop 45 minutes before my appointment and arrive at the D.C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; half an hour early as promised. I check in again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Me to guard &lt;em&gt;dripping with sarcasm&lt;/em&gt; I'll soon regret "Hope I'm not &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; early. I have a two fifteen" handing my paperwork to the guard who takes it, looks it over, types in my appointment number, and says "you're not supposed to be here til tomorrow." Now it's his turn with the sarcasm. "Yeah I guess that's &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; early" as he turns the monitor around for me to see for my self... CRUD!!! He's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;messing&lt;/span&gt; with me. It really does say tomorrow. Oh well. guess I'll try this again tomorrow. Back to the truck stop to lick my wounds from that sarcasm sword. Which, by the way, has a double edge and if your not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;careful&lt;/span&gt; when you use it, it will cut you, not your opponent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-4749924610042225263?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/4749924610042225263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=4749924610042225263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4749924610042225263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/4749924610042225263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-first-post.html' title='My First Post &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; The Load That Would Not Die'/><author><name>Rick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12637101964845572761</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5vp_pI_Y50/SettRlfanVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Q2bSRDcWRXA/S220/blog+profile+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-3898086681920297927</id><published>2007-03-06T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T10:53:07.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Phone Calls</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my husband isn't the most outgoing person in the world.  He's a self-proclaimed loner.  It's one of the reasons that he thought a life on the road would be good for him.  He doesn't have a huge need to have people around.  With that being said, one of the most surprising things about him since he hit the road, is his ability to talk your ear off on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so much about the industry from these phone calls.  I can explain logbook rules in great detail.  I know which truck stops he likes and why.  I know how long he sits and waits to be loaded/unloaded.  I know how many birds have committed suicide by flying into the truck (13).  Heck, I even know how his good friend and fellow trucker, Harvie, is doing and where he's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's become a bit of a joke around our house.  We love to hear from him, but just because he's bored and alone on the road, doesn't mean we can sit and chat.  We know that if we hear my cell phone ring in the other room, there's no need to get up.  He'll either call the house or he'll call Josh.  I particularly laugh when he calls Josh.  He'll look at the phone, see it's Dad, and say "thanks Mom."  If it's a particularly eventful day, he'll call me and tell me the half hour long story and then call Josh and tell him too.  Recently, when Josh asked him "what's up with the Happy Friday, Happy Tuesday, text messages,"  I found out he sends us the same text messages too.  Gee.. and I thought those sweet messages were just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we give him a hard time about it, but I am truly grateful for MOST of his phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got one of the phone calls that I don't like to get.  The ones that outline near misses, traffic mishaps and tempts of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night he was right behind a huge accident.  For some unknown reason the truck in front of him plowed into another truck that was hauling little trucks/tractors.  The truck in front of him actually rode up on top of the other trucks and them came crashing back down.  As it came down pieces and parts went everywhere.  Luckily hubby was far enough back that he could avoid the tractor and trailer, but he had to drive over road debris instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he got out and helped the trapped trucker out of his cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if he would stop there, I could be all proud of him.  He used to be an EMT and he is the "goto" guy in an emergency.  I love him for it, but that little personality characteristic also means that he puts himself in harms way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to him a few times since the accident and I keep getting more details... like how close to the edge of the road, his own truck stopped, the fact that the other tractor was only on two wheels when he climbed in to help the other driver, the spilling diesel fuel, the scrape on his leg from slipping on said fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard enough knowing he's out there on the road all the time.  I really don't need all the bitter details about how close he comes to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today hubby is in Dallas, TX.  He dropped off his load and is on his way to a mechanic to get the truck checked out.  He and the cops visually checked it out last night after the accident, but with all the pieces of debris he had to drive over, he and the company decided it would be a good idea to make sure something wasn't damaged in all the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-3898086681920297927?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/3898086681920297927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=3898086681920297927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3898086681920297927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/3898086681920297927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-favorite-phone-calls.html' title='My Favorite Phone Calls'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4630232977497540216.post-8217306670969054158</id><published>2007-03-05T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:17:14.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beginning</title><content type='html'>I'm a truckers wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so when my husband first approached me with this idea, I wasn't so excited.  I knew very little about trucking and what I did know was based on stereotypes that didn't paint a very good picture.  I kind of thought it was a passing fancy.  I figured if I just let him do his research, he'd decide it wasn't for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the bb's and blogs he told me about and everytime I saw something negative, I'd ask him if he'd thought about it.  I wasn't trying to discourage him.... I just wanted to make sure he wasn't going into this with some fantasy in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he started driving in June 2006 and we've hit a few bumps along the road, but he's still loving it, so it looks like we might be in for the long haul....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were doing our research we loved reading blogs of other drivers.  It was fun to get a peek into their lives.  Hubby liked to see where they traveled to.  I liked to see how they organized their truck, how they paid their bills and what kind of food they could cook in their truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's our turn.  We want to share what we've learned along the way.  Maybe it will help other families who are contemplating this lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has a laptop and will check in and add pictures of his adventures from the road, and I'll share the news from the home front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4630232977497540216-8217306670969054158?l=atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/feeds/8217306670969054158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4630232977497540216&amp;postID=8217306670969054158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/8217306670969054158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4630232977497540216/posts/default/8217306670969054158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atruckerandhiswife.blogspot.com/2007/03/beginning.html' title='A Beginning'/><author><name>Stamp Til Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832184382350532556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
