Snakes in the House

thumb-copperhead--agkistrodon-contortrix[1]I’m sure everyone has heard of the movie, “Snakes on a Plane”!  I didn’t see it because snakes are not my thing.  I’m not sure that I am exactly afraid of them, I haven’t been around them like that.  When I purchased my house, the garage was turned into a den, so the floor is sitting on the ground.  I have problems with bugs, spiders and crickets.  Well, the other night, I was laying on the sofa and watching my favorite show, “Gunsmoke” and what crawled out from under the loveseat but a baby snake!  I screamed and jumped up on the back of the sofa.  My son came running in to see what the problem was.  I pointed and screamed again.  He stood there with his hands on his hips and said, “Ma, really? That little thing?”  I could have punched him, if I could have gotten to him.  I stepped onto the side table and climbed across the railing on the steps to get out of the room.  He walked over and planted his big foot down on the snake.  Whether he killed it, I don’t know.  He came out and got the dust pan and picked it up and took it outside.  My nerves were pretty much shot after that, I slept with the light on for the next 2 nights!   I am scanning the room when I go into the den to make sure there is nothing lying in the floor or crawling around.  I guess I am definitely afraid of snakes!!  😦

Visions of the Road

I got home last night around 10 p.m. after a long two weeks turning and burning.  I retrieved the mail and now sitting out on the step to soak up some of this glorious sun, so crisp and clean out here.  While I sit here I can hear a truck out on the highway run over the rumble strips on the side of the road.  It immediately sends my mind to a section of highway in Indiana, I-74, west of Indianapolis on my way to Iowa.  There’s not too much out there but trees and farmland.  That day was just like this one, sunny, crisp and warm.  Everything seemed to be crystal clear.  All it takes is a song, time of day or the sun shining in a particular way, and I am back out on that section of road.

Riding that section  of highway cruising at about 68, speed limit is 65, I don’t think there’s a chance of me getting my “knees switched” at this speed.  Getting your “knees switched” means getting pulled over for speeding, trucker jargon.   It’s getting to be about 2-2:30 in the afternoon.  Naptime! Even though I slept fairly well the night before, I get tired around 2 and need a nap.  I’ll stop either in a truck stop or a decent rest area for a couple of hours then continue on.

Writing this and thinking about it makes me want to leave today, but tomorrow is soon enough.  I find that when I am home for more than 2 days, I start to have visions of some of the highways I’ve travelled.  Sounds crazy, doesn’t it?  It’s funny that when I am not there I can’t wait to get home but when I am home, I can’t wait to go back out!

Life of a truck driver.

15 Things to make your parents think you’re insane!

1. Follow them around the house everywhere.

2. Moo when they say your name.

3. Run into walls.

4. Say that wearing clothes is against your religion

5. Stand over them at four in the morning with a huge grin on your face and say, good morning sunshine.

6. Pluck someone’s hair our and yell, “DNA”!

7. Wear a sticker that says, “I’m with stupid!”

8. Have 20 imaginary friends that you talk to all the time.

9. In public yell, “No Mom/Dad, I will not make out with you!!”

10. Do what they actually tell you.

11. Jump off the roof, trying to fly.

12. Hold their hand and whisper to them, I see dead people.

13. At everything they say, yell Liar!

14. Try to swim in the floor.

15. Tap on their door all night.

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