Spending a few hours in Peculiar, MO, and you'd think with a town named Peculiar I could think up some peculiar things to say about Peculiar, MO, but I can't so this is all you get.
Now, isn't that peculiar.
peculiar
noun
1562
:someting exempt from ordinary jurisdiction; especially :a church or parish exempt from the jurisdiction of the ordinary in whose territory it lies
peculiar
adjective
15th Century
1 :characteristic of only one person, group, or thing :DISTINCTIVE
2 :diff
Had a wonderful time in Wyoming last night and this morning; got me a couple of fantastic Wyoming blow-jobs.
Let me tell you right now, if you want a blow-job to remember for a long, long time, well head right on over to Wyoming.
Now, Wyoming isn
Because I had two accidents last month, I had to come to HQ today to do a road evaluation. The good news is I passed the range evaluation, which is moving the big truck and trailer through a series of very tight spots, do a straight line back, and negotiate an incredibly tight right turn.
The bad news is I failed the road evaluation. I didn't constantly move my eyes from left mirror to right mirror to straight ahead to dash to left mirror to right mirror to straight ahead to dash to et ceter
Been in roamingland for the past few days. I could get online, but could only do one site at a time before being forgotten. It says you're connected, but you can't connect. The only solution is to pull the card, get the software to stop thinking it's still connected (end of process in Task Manager seems to do the trick), and start over, all the time hoping the software has actually acknowledged that it was disconnected and isn't thinking it still is, or worse, suddenly decides it's going to try
I delivered a load of grapes to Shelbyville, TN, today and on the way back to civilization I saw a business's sign: B_________ Tack. Underneath this bit of vague information was a bit of clarification in large bold letters: Horse Equipment. And further down, there was, of course, a brief listing of the kinds of equipment this business will sell you for your horse.
No problem right?
Wrong!
All along US-231 before and after this sign there are many, many horse farms. There are stables,
Something occurred last night that quite possibly will have a very, very negative effect upon my person in the near future.
I know I should feel bad and I did feel bad when this thing happened, but since I
Did the East Bay thingy this morning.
Left Stockton early with my load of cut up pigs (or pork, for those of you who prefer a more tasty description of what was in those boxes) destined for a lot of Japanese mouths and made it to Oakland in good time. Unfortunately, the unload took extra time because whoever monitored the loading of the trailer in Tar Heel (yes, there is a town called Tar Heel), NC, didn't know how to set load locks so they don't fall and allow the load to shift. Fortunately
My student, who shouldn't be a student because he's been through three trainers already, was doing very good, up until today.
I've been considering keeping him on after his 36 days are up because he's been doing so well.
I suppose it wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't heading back down hill, again.
I HATE being depressed.
It takes all the fun out of life.
Not that life is a bowl of cherries. You know there's a pit in there. You know it!
When I was a kid my mother canned Bing
Well, I was hoping it wouldn't happen, but I bumped into another truck, again.
They company who wouldn't take me back said I couldn't go a year without having an accident. Well, they seem to know me better than I do.
On the other hand, I can say, "I bet I can stub my toe on nothing better than you." Sometimes being accident-prone leads to all sorts of schticky behavior. I think I do a fairly decent double-take; not too good with pratfalls, though.
Then the receiver this morning rejec
Things are, that is.
Although, I was looking up last night when I had to pee and stopped on an off-ramp in Arizona. There was a whole lot of dark out there and when I looked up not only could I see the Milky Way, but Snickers, M and M's, and a Pay Day bar, too.
When I was younger I was very afraid of the dark. Still am, a bit. Things hide in the dark, things that go bump in the night, like the stereo in my truck. The base is set at a decent level, but last night as I was driving across a
The gloomies have passed.
Don't get your hopes up because I'm not 100% here.
Suddenly, today I flew out of the dark hole I've been in for the past few weeks and experienced the extreme silliness of the high end of the type of bipolar disease I have.
Looking back at that moment (it actually lasted a couple hours), I can't believe what was going through my mind, but most of it was extremely silly.
It might have had something to do with the extremely cute guy I ran into in North Ros
Um, well, what can I say?
There are a lot of things going on right now that require my utmost attention.
Unfortunately, there are a lot of things going on right now that, well, you see, I need to unload some of the extra baggage I
I hate this depression shit.
I'm sinking fast and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.
I take my medicine and it works, too, almost all the of the time.
I don't want to have to go back on the mood stabilizer because I can't drive a truck and be sleepy all the time.
So, I have to accept the cyclical nature of my condition.
Overly happy to down so far sad seems like a good mood.
I wrote a whole bunch of stuff after this, but I deleted it. It made me feel worse.
I'm sitting in the Pilot at exit 12 on I-19. It's interesting to note that the exit numbers on I-19 are in kilometers, not miles. It doesn't matter all that much to me since I'm only concerned with exits 4, 8, and 12.
I'm here because I delivered my load yesterday off of exit 4, in Nogales. It was seven barrels of paint going to the Ford plant in Hermosillo. Those seven barrels weighed a little over 38,000 lbs. They weren't your ordinary barrel.
If I was going to our yard in Nogales, I w
Last night before I left Menomonie, WI, I wrote two blog entries and destroyed both by doing something stupid. I was so high I was beginning to wonder if I'd be safe on the road over here to Green Bay.
No, I was not taking drugs or imbibing any liquor. I was just higher than a kite and bouncing off the walls from that good ol' bipolar shit. Frankly, it felt good to be high, again. Why take drugs or drink liquor when I can get whacko all on my own? Of course, I tend to mess up on the serious
Still in Rio Rico
Still waiting for the customer to open so they can load me with whatever it is they keep in their warehouse.
Another driver from our company is in the same boat, but he called the customer when someone showed up to do something inside. He said that someone said no one will be here until nine o
Finally finished Chapter 8 of the Schticky story.
Chapter 9 hangs on the first word. Does anyone know how many inner cranial probes are required to read the memories of a political prisoner? Surprisingly, it's not as many as you might think. Well, of course, there is a lot of pain afterwards. Your head would hurt too if someone shoved twenty long metal probes into your brain. Thankfully, these people aren't barbarians because the procedure is done under anesthesia, but once you wake up you w
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