Gi-Gi Roxx - The Ravings of a Lunatic

Well the 2009 Holiday season will officially end at midnight tonight, as we ring in a new year. It has been a bustling and busy little Holiday season in my neck of the woods. I was able to be home with my family for the Christmas day celebration, thanks to a great load planner who got me a sweet load that brought me right through my hometown. I had enough time to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with the family before I rolled out the morning after bound for Florida. The best part of the brief but wonderful Christmas stopover was just being with my loved ones ON Christmas day, especially my lil' brother who recently returned from his second tour in Iraq. I totally loved being able to watch my niece and nephew tear into their presents. Seeing things through the eyes of children is always an interesting perspective, and this year was an entertaining vantage point. It seemed that before one gift was completely unwrapped, their little fingers were already digging into the next on

Today as readers perused their beloved hometown newspaper, The Daily Mail, they found THIS . Shocking as it may seem, it's really just a simple piece about a simple girl who loves her job. There is one statement that I would like to address as not being true. I would NEVER EVER refer to myself as a "superior driver". No way. I'm a humble, learning-new-stuff-everyday-rookie-driver. I am not sure where that one statement may have came out during the interview process, but I assure you I would only have said such a thing in jest, laughing hysterically as I said those words in that order. It probably seems silly to even bother to clarify something like that, but I don't want people, especially other professional drivers, thinking I'm some sort of snobbish prima donna behind the wheel of a truck. My sh*t stinks just like the rest of ya's does. I drive, I learn, I close my eyes and try to keep it between the lines (most of the time... hey some ones' go

I believe I have the patience OF a grasshopper. A creature significantly smaller than myself is the only thing I can think of at the moment with potentially less capacity for patience than I. And I try really really hard to be patient. Really I do. But it's so tough. Even having the very word tattooed upon my right wrist hasn't helped me in the patience department. But it sure looks pretty. haha I am pretending to patiently wait for a work assignment that will take me home at the moment. Pretending to have nothing better to do with my time than sit around playing on the laptop all the live-long day. Bah! I just wanna go home!! (tantrum break) Ah, now that's much better. Back to the task at hand. I am sitting in the wintry wonderland that is Winchester, Virginia, again waiting patiently for a load assignment. I enjoyed a delish dinner at the truck stop restaurant last night and I am currently considering lunchie munchies. I don't really need to eat, since I ha

In a festive mood, thanks to my choice of candy cane breakfast, I have been thinking about the types of Holiday Traditions my family and I have celebrated over the years. Of course as a child I remember the countless hours, often whole days, spent splashing Holiday Cheer all over the house in the form of nick-knacks and decorations and garland and bells. I remember trimming the tree, each of my siblings and I responsible for hanging our own ornaments in just the right place on the tree branches. The smell of pine, the prickle of the needles on our skin, the sheer bliss at "blowing tinsel" onto the tree after the other decorations were hung. The grand finale... dad, and in later years mom, topping the tree with the glittery star we used every single year for as long as I could remember. These types of memories are precious to me, as they are to most people this time of year. I enjoy taking time each day to remember something we did as a family to celebrate the Holidays, someth

I've recently been dealing with a sort of inner (and more recently outer) turmoil over a social networking site (SNS). I had been a member of another SNS for quite a long time before I even dipped my toes into the water of the one I am now exclusively on. At first I hated it the new (to me) site, swearing I'd never see myself spending much time on it. But before long I found myself deleting my old SNS account and setting up my online home base on the newer one. Bah. Since making the change, I've reconnected with even more people than I had on the other, which has been awesome. But I've also found myself spending countless hours each week checking up on the happenings of my SNS friends', more so since I found the free iPhone app that is way more accessible than firing up the laptop like in the "old days". haha All of the convenience of the iPhone app and the SNS in general has fostered a new addiction for me, addiction to the nonsense and booshie (B.S.