Gi-Gi Roxx - The Ravings of a Lunatic

Man I've been bustin' hump since vacation. If I'm not careful I'll run out of hours! But ya know, as long as the wheels are turning, the pennies keep adding up. I should get a nice "back from vacay" paycheck. Not to mention that today I learned that I earned a 4th QTR bonus, which I wasn't sure if I would get or not. Sweet... and it'll all go towards my 2011 Cruise! Yeeehawww. Two more bonuses and it'll be paid off and a little put aside for spending cash! Lets hope I can pull it off. As I said, I've been running really hard these past few days, nearly 500 miles (give or take, mostly give) each day, and while great for the pocketbook it is wearing me out. I got sooooo spoiled on vacation. Sleeping in is such a luxury, one I can't afford out here. It's taken me a bit to get back into the swing of it, but I think I'm pretty much there now. I just can't wait for the longer days to get here so I can sleep past 4 am and dri...

Vacation is over. This is sad. I have to work now. Booooo So today is my first official day back to work after a lovely winter vacation. It was a rocky start, partly because of my own (un)doing and partly because of the weather. It's effin' cold, snowy and just plain yucky right now, as many of you are aware. Most of the US is being blasted by wintry weather. Columbus, where I had parked Kenny for vacation, was no exception. After a slippery and slow drive in the Nissan back to Columbus from home yesterday, my sweetie and I arrived to find Kenny covered in snow right where I'd parked him. After clearing a few paths and knocking off some of the snow, we loaded all of my crap into the berth and high-tailed it to the hotel. My last night of vacation was bitter sweet, filled with the aromatic scents of rare steaks and sweet peas which we cooked in the kitchenette of our suite. Yes, I said suite... don't think I am all fancy pants or anything though, my sweetie had ...

As per request I attempted to find a link to the newspaper article, but sadly I can't get it either. The bookmark I had takes me to a "page not found" page. Apparently, the online version of the paper sends all that stuff to archives and one needs to pay for a copy of an article older than 14 days. Sorry folks, I'm a truck driver, not a millionaire and thus not paying for an article. It was a nice article however, and I am sorry to learn that so many of you missed out on it. If someone (and he knows who he is) is able to produce a proper link to the article that I can post here for all or at least a limited time, I will happily do so. If it's not possible, sorry about your luck folks. :oP Moving on... My vacation is nearly over and I'm starting to get that sad/rushed/frustrated feeling that I tend to get after an extended time off. I love my job, I love what I do while I'm out there on the road... but I also love being home, loafing about and just enj...

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...