The Hags Hit The Big Time

My blog friends over at at Highway Hags are famous!

They were recently contacted by a radio show producer to be part of a segment on what kind of effect the states have on trucking - you know, crossing through them and abiding by their laws, etc.

Go on over there to hear Hedon's interview. She's in the first segment of the show. When you get to the page, just click on the red arrow below the photo of the states and start listening!

Sipping In Nyack

I'm finally hanging in my favorite state of all time...New York, of course!

Eddie and I are visiting with my cousin and while we wait at the Palisades Center in West Nyack for them to show up, I'm sipping a hot drink with a mountain of whipped cream and Eddie is roaming around Home Depot. No, I didn't make this in the espresso machine - it's my favorite standby, General Foods International Italian Cappuccino, but it's still pretty tasty!

Tomorrow, we hit Saratoga Springs. Cross your fingers for sunshine!

C'mon, Just Do It Already!

I usually don't mind automated options when I call the bank or DMV or random business. It saves me from having to talk to a stupid person and gets me to the department I need quicker than if I had to explain myself fifteen times. What I do not like is when they don't GIVE me an option to talk to a human.

A little over five year ago, I used to work as an operator for the deaf and hard of hearing. I was the person who would listen to the hearing person's side of the conversation and then type it to the deaf person. When the deaf person responded, I would read it back to the hearing person. I was essentially a human telephone wire.

It was one of my most favorite jobs. I did it part time and it had incredibly flexible hours (any shift, any time, any day - they were taking calls 24/7/365) and paid very well for a second job. I was a professional eavesdropper, really. And if the calls ran long enough, they would forget you were even there and my voice and fingers relaying their conversation was all but forgotten.

I learned a lot of tricks working there but the one I use most often is when not to use an automated option. You see, if you wait long enough, they either say something like "If you are not using a touch tone phone, please stay on the line and we'll connect you with the next available agent." This was also for the benefit of the deaf people - they can't "hear" the options and by the time it's typed to them, there isn't time for them to choose the option they wanted anyway, so usually an agent would come on the phone and we'd continue the call.

But today, when I called my bank, I got another directive. After listening to the normal greeting, offering me to "marque dos" if I wanted to hear the options en espanol, they asked for my account number. I don't know my account number and didn't want to get up to go look for it, so I just waited, not pressing any of the options. Then it said to press "9" for more options. I still didn't press anything.

About a minute passed when I heard the automated voice say, "Go ahead." The tone was one that children hear when hesitating to do something their friends are trying to make them do. It was a challenge. The recording might as well have said, "Go ahead. I dare you."

I was so taken aback, I told Ed about it and then called the number again to make sure I heard it right. Yep, there it was. "Go ahead."

I never did get to talk to an actual person; I just didn't want to wait the four minutes they explained it would take for the next agent to take my call.

Plus, I really don't like to be told what to do.

Getting Our Truck Tweaked While Making New Friends And Enjoying A Free Lunch Pie *

Today we were in Shipshewana, a town located in Northern Indiana's Amish country. Beautiful town. Beautiful people. Beautiful pies.

We were in town to have some tweaking done on our new truck. Nothing major, just some wrinkles we found during our initial breaking in period that needed to be ironed out. The company who makes our sleeper, is headquartered there.

We spent the entire day at their shop and while hanging out, made two new friends; Jenny and Leif. FANTASTIC people! The live in Wisconsin now, but Leif is originally from Norway and is a wonderfully interesting guy. Jenny was chatty and pleasant and quick to share her "living space" with me and my curious eyes.

They were both extremely warm, invited us to their house on the lake in Wisconsin and they both gave me a hug when I left. I love people who hug! So as we sat waiting on the crew to take care of us they shared their experiences in the trucking industry (he's been driving something like 40 years!), showed us their super cool sleeper (which is 170" long!) and introduced us to their three adorable Maltese companions; Mickey, Reggie and Max. Max was the tiniest of the trio and my favorite. When I first asked Jenny what kind of dogs they were, she answered, "Spoiled."

Later in the afternoon, our sales contact Tim took us all to lunch at a local Amish eatery, The Blue Gate Restaurant and Bakery. What a great restaurant - the smells wafted out the minute the door was opened. After downing a few slices of fresh baked bread with homemade apple butter, I dined on roast beef so tender, a toothless baby would have enjoyed it. Add to that buttered carrots that made me want to dive into the dish and mashed potatoes that....well, I've never met a spud I didn't like. I took home a piece of carrot cake on Jenny's recommendation. She couldn't even form words for it when trying to describe its yummy goodness, so I figured it must be good. Eddie bought me a loaf of fresh bread for sandwiches and a special apple pull apart loaf that I wanted to pull apart right there in the store!

After lunch, we went back to the ARI facility to wait on the guys to finish up our work. Now anyone who knows me or has read my blog, knows I have absolutely no patience when it comes to idiots. I abhor incompetence and cannot tolerate rude employees and poor customer service. I've even been likened to the Devil because I can't keep my mouth shut when any of these things happen.

I mention this because the next thing I'm going to say may shock you.....

I have not had a more pleasant experience in my five years of being on the road, in this industry, than I did today. Yes, never. The crew at ARI was absolutely THE BEST I've ever come across. Out of all the people we've had work on our equipment over the years, these guys take the cake (but not my carrot cake!). From Tim, our sales contact to Kelly, the service manager, to the guys who did the work on our truck; Mel, Greg and Mitch. I couldn't have had a better experience.

These guys were knowledgeable, precise in their work, competent (oh, how I LOVE competence!), friendly, easygoing, able to work around us as we were going in and out of the sleeper and didn't even balk about us being underfoot in their work space. AND, they were working on more than one truck at a time. Their teamwork was seamless. They moved around each other with the precision of an Alvin Ailey dance troupe. They shared tools, drill bits and flashlights. They laughed and joked with each other. They took rest breaks that were necessary yet not lengthy and they got us in and out of there in the normal span of a work day.

Guys from ARI...will you marry me??

Because of them, we're back on the road and will be able to deliver our load on time and accompanied by the beautiful blue glow of the now working rope lights in our sleeper. We can do our job without interruption because they knew how to do their job. Thank you, ARI. We can't wait to see you again!


* If you've ever seen the movie Waitress with Keri Russell, you will get this reference.

I Hope There Isn't Going To Be A Quiz

Because I have no idea what he's saying.

The Best Is Yet To Come

I saw this on FaceBook and thought it would make a fun meme.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSIC LIBRARY SAY ABOUT YOU?

* Put your iPod or mp3 player on SHUFFLE.
* For each question, press the next button to get your answer (no cheating!!).
* You must write down song/artist even if it doesn't make sense.
* Include any comments in parenthesis.
* Post the list on your blog with #25 as your blog post title.
* Tag people in other blogs. (I'm not tagging anyone, but please feel free to do your list here in comment or on your own blog. Just let me know about it so I can come read!)

1. What do your friends say about you?
Believe - Cher

2. How would your coworkers describe you?
You Are Good – Greg Kirkland with “The Gospel” Choir (Ed is my only co-worker and I'm pretty sure he'd agree that I'm good.)

3. How would you describe yourself?
You’ll Be Back (Volverás) – Gloria Estefan

4. What do you like in a romantic partner?
Take Me There – Rascal Flatts

5. How do you feel today?
Certainly – Erykah Badu

6. What is your life’s purpose?
Right As Rain - Adele

7. What is your motto?
Mambo Italiano – Rosemary Clooney

8. What do you think about the most?
Straighten Up and Fly Right – Natalie Cole

9. What are you going to do on your next vacation?
Tie My Hands – Robin Thicke & Lil Wayne (um, that sounds a little kinky)

10. What do you think of your first love/date?
Jump, Jive An’ Wail – Louis Prima

11. What is your life story?
Fly Like An Eagle – Yolanda Adams

12. What did you do yesterday?
I Wonder If I Take You Home – Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam

13. What do you think of when you see the person you like/love?
A Real Fine Place To Start – Sara Evans

14. What describes your wedding? (I’m not married, but I’ll do it anyway)
Maria Jose – Federico Aubele (I have no idea what this means, so I guess I'm glad I'm not married)

15. What will they play at your funeral?
Don’t Forget To Remember Me – Carrie Underwood (How appropriate!!)

16. What is your obsession?
Trouble Sleeping – Corinne Bailey Rae

17. What is your biggest fear?
Love Is Here To Stay – Etta James

18. What is your biggest secret?
New York, New York – Frank Sinatra & Tony Bennett (Oh, there are SO MANY secrets from New York!!)

19. What is your biggest turn-on?
Restless – Sara Evans (I guess you can say being restless does get my juices flowing)

20. How do you describe your friends?
Haunted – Kelly Clarkson

21. What would you do with a million dollars?
Loves Me Like A Rock – The O’Jays

22. What is your opinion of sex?
Seasons Of Love – Rent Soundtrack

23. What is your biggest regret?
Yes I Do – Rascal Flatts

24. What would you rather be doing right now?
Alfie – Joss Stone (Oh Lord, I would SO rather be doing Alfie right now – the Jude Law character, not the Michael Caine one!)

25. What will you post this list as?
The Best Is Yet To Come – Frank Sinatra

The Seat You Offer To Your Arch Enemy

This cacti covered chair photo was taken Franklin Park Conservatory in Columbus, Ohio. It was part of their Bending Nature exhibit.

They Say

I just hung up the phone when it rang once again. It was my mother.

"I keep forgetting to ask you..." she started. "Have you seen that Wendy's commercial? They have a fish filet sandwich now. "

"Oh yeah, we just saw that commercial. But no, we haven't tried it." I said.

"They say it's real fish. Cod. From the North Atlantic."

She's just like my youngest nephew, who loves commercials. And if "they" say it's from the North Atlantic, it is.

Sometimes There Are FOUR Sides To A Story

You've heard the expression, "There are three sides to every story. Yours, mine and the truth."

Sometimes though, there is a fourth side.

Take this scenario:

There are four people - we'll call them Abigail, Buford, Carmela and Daphne.

Abigail and Buford used to date and Carmela and Daphne were their friends.

Then Abigail and Buford broke up. Carmela and Daphne stayed friends with both of them, but as you would expect, things were a little different.

Abigail, an only child, has a history of being spoiled. Always used to getting her way, upset when she doesn't get what she wants, acting the victim if she thinks she’s been wronged and often throwing around her family name as if it means something. “Well that’s just how us Chester’s are.” or “They obviously don’t know they’re dealing with a Chester” or “I get my stubborn side from my father. It’s a Chester family trait.” As if that's something to be proud of. She is insecure, has a need to be surrounded by friends, even if they're just “friends” and often pouts if she's not the center of attention. She will snub you without a thought and whip her nose in the air as if you don't exist. She acts nice, but often, really isn't. That’s the insecurity. For example, instead of gushing with a compliment, such as “Oh my gosh, you look great!” or “Wow, you’ve really lost weight!” or “I LOVE that outfit!”, she would rather look you up and down and POINTEDLY not say anything. It never goes unnoticed but it always points out her insecurity.

Buford, on the other hand, is the life of the party. Everyone loves Buford. He's social, good with animals and people, volunteers his time, has great parents, a beautiful wife (who is just as personable and fun) and generally enjoys his life. Buford doesn’t see much reason to dredge up the past, clamor for attention or call people names when he gets pissed off. Also, he’s quick to give a compliment – especially to the ladies!!

Recently, Abigail and Buford ran into each other at the party of a mutual friend. Well, really Buford’s friend. Abigail hadn’t been in touch with their old friend for a while, whereas at Buford's recent wedding ceremony, this friend stood up for him as his best man. Buford's presence at the party wasn't unexpected and the only reason Abigail came is because she heard about it through the grapevine; she wasn’t really invited.

But that’s okay, Buford didn’t mind. He wasn’t even all that surprised to see her since he knew she might show up. Plus, Buford looked great – even more handsome than when they had been together. Abigail, on the other hand, still looked the same and it seemed, still had the habit of turning beet red whenever she was embarrassed.

The telling of the meeting though, gets a little clouded when it was passed on to Abigail’s friends. Abigail of course, made herself the heroine in her story, “You should have seen Buford’s face when he saw me. Eyes big as saucers. He was clearly uncomfortable.” She went on to say how she was the “bigger” of the two (as Daphne would say, literally) by being polite and cordial.

When Buford told his friend Daphne about the encounter, it went more like this: “I walked into the room and guess who was there? That’s right, Abigail. She turned beet red when she saw me, something she’s always done and can never hide, especially when she’s uncomfortable or embarrassed. She made some awkward small talk with me and then left to get herself a drink at the bar. I’m telling you, I thought I handled it pretty well. I felt great, I looked great and most of all, I was nice. I even met her new boyfriend. I went right up to him, shook his hand and introduced myself.”

“The new boyfriend is a bit beastly, isn’t he? Not at all handsome.” Daphne said.

Buford smiled and just said, “I’m not going to go there. Let’s just say he was nice. I don’t have any reason to say much more about the guy.” Buford always takes the high road.

Buford continued, “And when the party came to an end, I really had to get going since my wife was waiting at home for me, but as I looked over and saw Abigail, I knew I didn’t want to leave the party at the same time she did and have to walk out to our cars together. You know how she is, she’d wind up taking it wrong and report to her friends how I just couldn’t stay away. I can hear her now. She’s just the type to say 'Oh, you see that? He just couldn’t stay away from me. He’s still got a thing for me you know, having to leave the party at the same exact time I did, just to be in my company for one more minute. I wish he would just move on with his life.' I didn’t want to be any part of that, so I helped the host clean up a bit and once the coast cleared, I went on my way."

Daphne said, “You did the right thing. You know Abigail would’ve told everyone how you followed her around all night. She’s really delusional. It’s as if she sees things in her very own light, which is always SO far from the way it actually happened.”

And that’s where the fourth side of the story comes in. There is Abigail’s telling of it, Buford’s telling of it, what really happened and then Abigail’s version of what she thinks actually happened. The version that only took place in her own little world.

When Daphne told Carmela the story, Carmela instantly knew that Buford’s version was the right one. If you remember, they’d been friends for a number of years. And it didn’t take Carmela too long to identify the repetitive behaviors of her friends. Besides, Carmela knew Abigail. She’d seen her in action. She knew how Abigail liked to make herself look better to her friends, how she acted as if she was the one who was doing so well after the breakup, how she was the one who quickly got on with her life and found other guys to date, how she had no interest in where Buford was and what he was doing (yet seemed to always have her nose pressed to the window looking for his passing car on the street) and who, to this day, still refers to Buford as, "that horse’s ass that I used to date”. It seemed to Carmela and Daphne as if Abigail still had some unresolved issues.

Margaret Thatcher once said, “Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren’t.”

It’s the same with Abigail. If she has to keep telling people about how she’s so “over” Buford and how she “shocked him to the core” when she showed up at the party and how she “has such a great life now, with her new man, her friends and her social life” then maybe she doesn’t have such a great new life. Maybe she’s making do because she doesn’t really know how to be happy. Maybe she only knows how to act happy.

You don’t have to keep telling people how great your new love is, if in fact he’s the bee's knees. You don’t have to keep telling people how great your friends are and how many parties you’re having in order to boost your status as a social butterfly if it’s a well known fact. And you don’t have to keep insisting you’re happy if you really are. Because if you’re REALLY happy, it would just show. Not a soul would ever even think to ask, because the answer would be evident.

So don’t create a fourth side to the story. Tell it like it is. You know very well when you’re embellishing your version of a story for the sake of looking like the one coming out on top, but if there are other people who can verify what actually happened, like the other guests who were well aware of the fact that these two exes wound up at the same party, try not to stray too far from the truth.

Someone who has moved on, who has a great new mate, wonderful friends and a beautiful life, isn’t the person who makes up their own version of a story. We’re all human. Many of these events have happened to us too. And those of us who embrace our humanness and tell it the way it is, are usually more accepted and more respected.

Because we are real and everyone loves someone who is REAL. If the ability to be real doesn’t come naturally to you, work on it. It’s certainly a better use of your time than concocting stories that don’t jibe with anyone else’s version. And believe me, people compare versions.

If they didn’t, this story wouldn’t even exist.

Eddie Supervises Friday

Eddie supervising the positioning of our over-dimentional load. Because these tires, which we picked up at a CAT Equipment plant, hung over each side of the trailer by two inches, we had to adorn the truck with red caution flags and those big yellow "OVERSIZED LOAD" signs.

We don't a lot of over-dimentional loads, but because they pay much more than a regular load, it's sometimes worth the aggravation. The extra cost is used to pay for permits to travel through each state along the way to your delivery destination. Depending on the dimensions, you can't take certain routes, travel through cities or drive after dark, which was the case with this load.

Once night falls, you had better be in a place where you can sleep for the evening because when morning comes, it's time to get up and start traveling again. This is an easy one though, since we don't deliver until Monday. I like that we get to shut down in the early evening; more time for a nice dinner and movie watching and more sleep means I get to start the day at the crack of dawn!

OK, maybe not dawn...maybe it's more like 930ish.

Something Has Gone Terribly Wrong

Last night, in the middle of a normal dream (the bulk of which I don't remember) I started to get all excited about the fact that boneless chicken breasts were on sale for $ .89 a pound.

I vividly remember wondering who I can tell about this and where exactly am I going to store all the chicken breasts once I buy them. My freezer in the truck is small, I remember thinking, so I'm going to have to ask someone if they can keep my chicken in their freezer until I have a chance to come back and get it.

Can it be now that I'm able to cook in the truck, I'm so excited about my dinner prospects and the fact that I may be able to get chicken at almost a whole dollar less than what it normally goes on sale for, that I'm dreaming about it??? I mean, I woke up thinking, $ .89 a pound? Really?? I think I might need more non-food related stimuli on a daily basis. I guess that means I'll have to stop watching CreateTV, which I've really come to love.

Some of my favorite shows on the network are; Cook’s Country from America’s Test Kitchen (which I really liked), Spain…on the road again (with Mario Batali and GP - that’s what he calls Gwyneth Paltrow), Chef’s Story (where I get to know all about some of my favorite chefs), Lidia Matticchio Bastianich (who reminds me of my best friend's mother-in-law), and the only non-food related one in the bunch, Travels to the Edge with Art Wolfe.

Dreams Of Do-It-Yourself Dolloping Come True

Three years ago, Ed promised me that he'd don beige khaki's and a green apron to become my very own personal barista. That day has arrived, folks.

Today we bought this cute little espresso machine for the truck. Did I just type what I think I typed? I have an espresso machine in my truck!!

Starbucks just came out with instant coffee, a product twenty years in the making, thinking it might help rejuvinate their company; the analysts don't think it's going to work.

Now that I have my little espresso maker (the machine, not Ed), I won't just not be buying their instant coffee but I also will not be buying as many lattes in their stores either. I'm not saying I'll never buy a latte again, but I'm really going to enjoy doing my own steaming, frothing and dolloping.

Under The Black Palm Tree

Peter Demian was one of several musicians entertaining the passing crowds but the only one I felt was picture worthy. Just another attraction on the Ocean Front Walk in Venice, California.

Shameless Self Promotion

While reading GiGi’s Blog, I found out that she was featured in Pilot Challenge Magazine, in an article about truck drivers who blog. Besides her blogging, she always impresses me that she actually does this driving/trucking thing by herself. I have Eddie, so if I pull into a driveway or street that has no discernable exit, I can bat my eyelashes at him and he's more than willing to get me out; Gigi has to navigate it on her own.

She got a great little paragraph talking about her blog and what she writes about and photographs while on the road. And it wasn't until I actually read the entire article that I realized I also made it in! They didn't give me my own paragraph, but I did get put on the list of the trucking blogs of note. Yay for me!!!

This is the second time now I've been in the Pilot Challenge Magazine (the first time was for winning one of their monthly photo contests) and I'm not at all above plugging myself as many times as it will take!!

And if you're here because you read about me in the magazine, Welcome! And please, please comment. I love to know that people are reading and enjoy hearing what you have to say.

The Marion County Shirt Factory Incident

US-412 east of the Arkansas state line had been an uneventful drive, even when I hit the hairpin turns up the mountain on the way to our delivery destination. Driving through the Ozarks in the morning fog, seeing tree after tree hanging over the roads, branches broken and tree trunks split was a little creepy but had me wondering. Did they get hit with a tornado? Northwest Arkansas has been known to get tornadoes, but none of the houses seem damaged. Maybe it was a wind storm? Or that big ice storm that hit areas from Ohio clear down to Texas a few weeks ago? I made a mental note to ask someone when I got to the delivery dock.

It was just after 5 am when I pulled onto State Route 202 in Yellville, Arkansas. As I made the last turn, creeping along the winding road in the morning fog, I looked for the factory "a half mile down" as my contact instructed. First building, not it. Second driveway, nope. Then I saw a building looming in the distance. When I got closer, I saw that it said Marion County Shirt Factory. Yep, there it was.

The first driveway looked too small to pull into and I had remembered that my contact said if we got there early, there was a big lot on the side of the building we could park in. He said he got in around 5:30, our appointment was for 6 am.

So I pulled into the lot, drove all the way around the back side of it, and came to a stop facing the entrance so Eddie could easily pull out. I saw a man sitting in his car and looked over at him. He looked at me, I looked at him, he looked at me, I gave him a little wave, he looked at me again, I half-waved again thinking he was the guy I was meeting and when he didn't respond I just figured he must have been an employee who got there early. Or a weirdo. Or both. So instead of sitting right in front his car, I backed up about 20 feet, pulled the parking brake and went into the sleeper to wake Ed.

It was 5:17 am when I woke Ed up. I know this because whenever I tell him it's time to get up, he mumbles "What time is it?" like a drunk being shaken from his park bench by a cop's night stick. "Twenty after five. Now get up! We're here." I'm a drill sargeant in the morning; if I'm up, everyone in the barracks better be up!

I went back into the cab to wait on Ed and saw a man crossing the lot with a piece of paper in his hand. When he got to the truck window, he said "Gee, I didn't see you come in!" He proceeded to tell me to meet him in the next lot, through the gate, at door number 23. He would meet me in a few minutes. I said okay and got ready to head over to the dock.

I yelled in the back to Ed, telling him again to get dressed because the guy was here and we were going to unload. I started to pull out of the lot, swinging wide to get out of the entrance and began to pull across the road to get into my lane, when I saw a shitload of sparks in my driver side mirror. I stopped immediately. I turned to look out my window just in time to see a pole come crashing down, coming to rest on the ground in a sputter of sparks and flashing light. It seemed as if I'd hit an overhead wire. But how?? I had just pulled into that lot.

I saw a wire laying across the trailer and a wire above the truck, so I began yelling toward the sleeper for Ed to come up front quickly, I needed him! I was worried about him in the sleeper because I couldn't see where all the wires went. He popped his head out asking what happened and then told me to get out and look. I didn't want to get out because I thought the wires could have been live.

We got out of the truck together to assess the situation. Other than the broken pole and downed wires, there was no damage. No damage to our trailer, no damage to our truck (Thank God!) and no damage to our freight. In the picture above you will see how the truck straddled both lanes of the road. It was still dark when this happened, so the Deputy Sheriff had come out and had his lights on in case any traffic passed through. The only people out at this hour seemed to be the employees coming to work at the shirt factory; the shirt factory that had no power.

In this picture (click to enlarge) you can see the one wire that was in front of the truck. Had I not stopped when I did, it would have hit the stack and most likely, damaged it. I've seen guys out here on the road with bent and creased stacks, clearly the result of their hitting something. The other wire in the back is a little harder to see because it's black - that's the one the container caught on.
Here you will see the pole that cracked in half. Ed said he heard a crack, but I don't remember hearing anything. I must have been so focused on the sparks and the noise they made as I watched it come down. As a result of this pole being damaged, it seems all the power in the entire town was out.
In this picture, you can see the electrical wire coming from the light pole that was resting up against the container on the trailer. It was pulled very tight and the electric company had to use their bucket truck to lift it up so Eddie could back out from under it:The Deputy Sheriff that came to the scene was the only one on duty that morning. He said he was on his way back to the station when he saw all the power go out. When he got there, they told him there was "an incident at the shirt factory" so he came on over.

And there we were, in the middle of the road, in the dark. And dark it was; between the thick morning fog and the inky darkness of the night, it would have been impossible to see the wires anyway; they were black and virtually invisible.

The four of us (me, Eddie, the Deputy Sheriff and the power company guy) decided that because there was a little rise at the entrance to the parking lot where it met the road, when I pulled out, the container was just high enough to hit the low lying wires. It didn't happen when I pulled in because we went down into the parking lot, therefore, lowering the height of the container on the trailer.

From what the Deputy Sheriff said, the wires at that location had been hanging low due to the ice storm. When the power company came out, they informed us that they had already been there once to try to fix the pole that had been leaning over, but that the telephone company hadn't come out yet to raise their wires to a safe level.

The head guy with the power crew didn't seem too pleased as Eddie tried to lighten the mood by making a few jokes. He told Ed, "I'm in no mood for jokes. I've been dealing with this for three weeks straight, sixteen hours a day." He later told us that the ice storm had paralyzed the county and all the trees I had seen on the way in, the ones that were down and broken, were in fact a result of the storm.

I was not issued a citation, as the Deputy Sheriff said it was clearly not my fault (yay!) and also said that he would be putting that information in the police report so I would not be held liable for an accident. The company we are leased to (love them!) said they would be putting the incident in the computer as a "non-preventable" accident which means it won't go against my record. There are only two kinds of accidents in their book - preventable and non-preventable - so I'm VERY glad that everything seemed to work in my favor.

So I apologize to the fine people of the Ozarks for being the cause of their power outage just as they were most likely getting ready for their work day and I thank my lucky stars that my first incident in three years of driving turned out much better than it could have.

I guess all that praying my mother does finally worked.

A Love Like This Can Know No Death

I've used her poems in other posts and although I haven't read a whole lot of poetry, I still claim her to be my favorite. Here is another fabulous poem, in honor of Valentine's Day, written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox:

AD FINEM

On the white throat of the useless passion
That scorched my soul with its burning breath,
I clutched my fingers in murderous fashion,
And gathered them close in a grip of death;
For why should I fan, or feed with fuel,
A love that showed me but blank despair?
So my hold was firm, and my grasp was cruel--
I meant to strangle it then and there!

I thought it was dead. But with no warning,
It rose from its grave last night, and came
And stood by my bed till the early morning,
And over and over it spoke your name.
Its throat was red where my hands had held it,
It burned my brow with its scorching breath;
And I said, the moment my eyes beheld it,
"A love like this can know no death."

For just one kiss that your lips have given
In the lost and beautiful past to me,
I would gladly barter my hopes of Heaven
And all the bliss of Eternity.
For never a joy are the angels keeping
To lay at my feet in Paradise,
Like that of into your strong arms creeping,
And looking into your love-lit eyes.

I know, in the way that sins are reckoned,
This thought is a sin of the deepest dye;
But I know, too, if an angel beckoned,
Standing close by the Throne on High,
And you, adown by the gates infernal,
Should open your loving arms and smile,
I would turn my back on things supernal,
To lie on your breast a little while.

To know for an hour you were mine completely--
Mine in body and soul, my own--
I would bear unending tortures sweetly,
With not a murmur and not a moan.
A lighter sin or a lesser error
Might change through hope or fear divine;
But there is no fear, and hell has no terror
To change or alter a love like mine.

Eddie Getting His Licks Friday

Ed's parents recently bought an Inversion Table; here's a picture of Eddie testing it out:

Misha (above) got in the first lick, and then Trudie (left) and Chico (right) took their turns.
They were inexplicably fascinated with his ears. I, on the other hand, was fascinated with the reasons why someone would want to hang upside down.

Birds And Barbells On Muscle Beach

Muscle Beach. Venice, California.

They Hire 'Em Young These Days

My youngest nephew, who turns six years old today, got a tool belt (which he wears ALL the time) from his parents for Christmas. And Eddie scored big points with the orange caution cones he found up in Canada - we bought FIFTY of them!

Of course, my nephew felt the need to put every last one of them out along the driveway, creating an obstacle course for their bike, scooter and skateboard riding. Apparently, the tool belt really helped with this task.

The tool belt must have worked because you can see how the lining up of the cones worked out here:

Sunset On Venice

Venice Beach, California