3 Months and counting

taking my driving test

 Well everyone I made it to the three month mark! Woo Hoo!!

Oh where to begin?
 Three months has flown by so fast.  I feel like I haven't even scratched the surface of the knowledge, one needs everyday to do this job. I can say with all honesty,  I am guilty of the idea that all there is to being a truck driver, is drive a truck... oh! Big BIG!!! oops...
As many of you know I have pretty much spent my entire life in and around trucks. My father drove truck most of his life in some form or another. farm trucks, milk truck, coal truck, cattle truck, and tankers. In any case, I hated that he choose to do this line of work.Mainly because he was gone all the time. I swore I would never marry or be a truck driver..... Famous last words! I also said, I would never live in Nebraska to. lol
Another lesson learned... Never say never.

Thinking of my Dad!

Well I have been out on the big highway for one month yesterday. Wow!! Where does time really go. My time has been spent learning what it really takes to haul that heavy load behind. Really it is not as simple as it may appear. but praising God I have not run over anyone or anything... Ok well maybe Macks foot, but I could not talk him into moving in front of the truck. I have been working on getting my timing right on the gears up and down hills. Working to get my speed up starting out So no one, in the family can continue to call me a slow ass truck driver. But its a slow process. :) Living on the road requires me to make many adjustments to what was a normal life style before. Now I must plan my morning bathroom breaks accordingly to the closest fine truck stop that can handle me dragging my sleepy butt out in whatever comfy pjs I may have sported the night before with my hair all over my head. I scare myself in the mornings... And now I can share with the rest of the world! However I try hard not to get to close to anyone before maneuvering a tooth brush and downing mouth wash. However I learned in my driving manual that mouthwash can put you over the limit of alcohol seeings how any trace amount can put you out of service... God help the poor soul who tries that one on me... lol I will breath really heavy and he will understand my need for mouthwash in the morning. I can not be out here and not gain a great appreciation for those foot steps I now follow. My father, whom I miss so very much. My husband who has been driving since we met twenty years ago. Though I have spent most of my life in one way or another in side a truck. The younger years I would ride with my Dad to help him stay awake. Or riding shot gun with Mack just to go along with him. I have learned more in these last thirty days about the job it self and why they would choose to do it, Than in all the years of riding. Giving me a better understanding of the true sacrifices they make to care for their family and maybe a little more insight as to the why's they would choose it that way. Tomorrow is the big day for me. I take my CDL driving test. God be with the poor soul who has to give it.... Lol I am ready!!!
Love and miss you Dad... Hope I can make you proud!

New beginnings

As one door closes in life another opens. For me the long awaited door of traveling with my husband has finally arrived. But not as a tourist site seeing, or as a truckers daughter, or as a truckers wife. As a truck driver my self. Wow I find even the title it self a little intimidating. After my first full week on the job I am not near as intimidated but amazed by all its possibilities. My husband is the most patient understanding teacher ever!!With his continued encouragement I know I can become a valued help mate to him. And draw from all the endless possibilities the job has to offer.

Wow! 19 today

Raising BoysAuthor: Roberta I. Teague
I scrub the wall of fingerprints, Pick up the mounds of clothes. I sweep the dirt that shoes track in- Wish I could use a hose! Meals are served from dawn to dark, Dirty dishes crowd the sink. Just when they’re washed and put away- Everyone wants a drink!The washer pulls the dirty grime From pants worn thin and patched. They look so very neat and clean- Yuck, look what the pockets hatched! Broken bones and bloody knees, I should have been a nurse. I take it all in shaky stride- Just grateful it’s not worse! Screams and shouts and argumentsTest the keeping of my cool. They left the neighbor’s faucet on- See their new front yard pool! A soothing bath is ecstasy, A reward at the end of my rope. Raising boys isn’t really bad- But first I must wash the soap! A rose can say I Love You, Orchids can enthrall;But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist, Oh my, that says it all!

Happy Happy Birthday!

Jesse Cole Crockett Gashler Bofrog Goertz

JJJ. Junk food Junkie Jesse.

Oh My He's 45

Happy Birthday!

Mack Mack

Little Mack

Mackaroni

and best of all

GrandPac Mack

Merry Christmas To All

Remember Jesus is the reason

for the season!

Happy Birthday!

Castle Tristen Gashler

Aka Tristy, Hastle Christafer, Bronson

We Miss you!!!