Isn't trucking fun ??? !!!!!!

Once again the day drifts by as we set in the truck waiting to go pick-up another load. We made it to New York state but not with out our never ending miles of little horrors. When they decided to free us from Los Angeles, and oh yeah, we now have our IFTA sticker, and headed us to Mablevale, AR. It was cold and windy, but the roads were good. We got to Bushland, TX and we switched out driving. It was my turn. Ruth Ann went in to get a few things at the Love's Truck Stop and then when she came back she took Baby Girl out for her potty break, Baby Girls not Ruth Anns. I finished up my log and Ruth Ann and Baby Girl got back in and off we go. After about 40 miles Ruth Ann come to the realization that she no longer has her glasses. We pull over and search everywhere, and I mean everywhere from the top of the fuel tanks, to the bottom of the trash can. From under the seats and down Ruth Ann's blouse..hhhhhmmmmmm...better take another look down there to make sure....lol....but to our dismay, they are not to be found. Ruth Ann calls the truck stop and they said they would go look. We debate on going back but with reluctance we continue on with the trip. But both of us are not happy with that decision and decide to turn around and go back. We have now driven 50 miles from the truck stop. On the way back Ruth Ann call the truck stop again and they say that they looked but found no glasses. When we get there, there is a truck parked in the spot we was parked in. This did not set well in either of our minds. Ruth Ann goes to the passengers side of the truck and low and behold, there are her glasses, right where they fell off her blouses neck line as she put Baby Girl back in the truck. The only difference now is that they are in a handy dandy storable size. Yep, both lens in many pieces and the frames all bent. She picks up a few lens pieces and the frame and stores them in a sandwich bag for future whatever. Off we go again and we deliver in Mablevale,AR without anymore problems.

Our next pick-up is in St James, MO. about 300 miles north of us. Off we go on yet another fantastic journey. Ruth Ann is driving and she is on Hwy 63 in Missouri. I wake up and pull the curtains open only to find that perhaps I am blind because I can see nothing out the windshield. Oh, I forgot to put my glasses on. There, that should be better...nope....it only made it worst because now I can see that I cant see. Crap. The windshield is iced over and the wipers are caked with the stuff. We are only doing 15 mph and cant see were we are going. It is a two lane road and there is no shoulder and no where to pull off. And of course, we are the leader of the parade. There are a bunch cars and trucks behind us that can see where they are going and are getting rather upset with us...They should have left earlier. After what seemed like hours we come upon a gas station that has a couple of trucks in it. Ruth Ann, I want to make something very clear right now, has done a fantastic job getting us here, her only means of knowing that we was still on the highway was the center rumble strip and the birm rumble strip that we bounce back and forth off of. Anyway, we turned to pull into the gas station lot not really knowing where the drive was. As we pulled in, there was a Walmart truck that was going to come out but had already jacked-knifed and was stuck. We pulled down and onto the lot to only find out that we did not know how to get around the station to the back. At the same time we was wondering, another USXpress truck pulled down behind us and a CFI truck was ready to turn in behind him. The only thing that was missing was the Indians because we had the wagons circled. It was still snowing like crazy. I got out and walked almost knee deep in snow up the other drive way and made my way around back. I came back and with great..if you remember the last time I had to do this, displeasure drug out a couple of chains and got them on. I stopped and counted my fingers, felt my head for blood, and looked to make sure my feet were on the ground. Everything was alright and I had to ask myself WHY. Anyway, we tried to get going but to no avail. After many many many tries, I was able to get off the lot and then around back only to be blocked by 3 other trucks. The hell with it, we are spending the night. A tow truck came and got Walmart out, then the USXpress truck had to use him because now he was stuck. He got out and left. The trucks that were in front of us got out and left. We still had the chains on and decided to try and go. We were about 35 miles from Rolla, Mo where I-44 is and the highway we needed, So, off we went. When we got to Rolla, I pulled off on the on ramp and took the $$@@%%$#^ chains off and put them away. We made it to St James, MO. and got our load then drove a few miles to Cuba, MO. and spent the night as we were both exhausted from our fun filled day. So now here we are in Liverpool,NY picking up a Fed Ex load tonight going to Newark,NJ. Wow, a whole 242 miles. Boy, we are in the money now. We are suppose to be home on the 5th and OMG, I can hardly wait. You all be safe. Later, Brad