My husband and I owned a small trucking company. I never drove, but I tagged along when he drove a lot of times. The things you see from the cab of a truck. Oy!

It's awful how we mandate how long a driver drives and YET we make it impossible for them to stop and rest when required to do so. (No parking, no idling, etc.)

I've known a lot of drivers who have been the first on the scene of an accident, the first to give aid, the ones who call for help, etc. Many a car goes tooling by when someone needs aid, but a trucker will throw his tight schedule to the wind and stop.

Drivers often get a bum rap. For the most part, they are some of the nicest, most polite and down-to-earth folks you'd ever want to meet.

Having just come off a 1000 plus mile trip in 92 hours (with some spots of sleep in a decent bed with good meals in between), I can tell you I could never hang with the Knights/Duchesses of the Road. My hat's off to ya'll who keep this nation going.

Oops. Held my tongue sideways before I got the post out.

Many thoughts and prayers going up, for the munchkin and for those that love him and are administering to him.

Walk toward the light. Just walk toward the light. (And put your hands on either side of your face just in case).

Hmmm...so the fact that I have all these isms means I can stay zoned out on any and every drug I can spend other people's money on, and it's okay? Nah...I'd rather deal with the pain and have a life.

I confess

I wish to goodness I had some kettle corn right now!

(Sigh. Off to the kitchen to find a "healthier alternative," i.e. the empty kettle corn box).

When will this end? As in fighting in general? When we are down to one person, and then that one person will probably shoot themselves in the head because they are so lonely for human companionship.

Yep, that stuff's spreading faster than piggie flu.

I'm more upset over the dog than MJ. The dog didn't hasten her demise with drugs, I'm betting.

I'm getting "better" at hiding my feelings. Used to be that no matter how hard I tried, my eyes would "flash" and I'd get red in the face if angry. But then again, a lot of stuff that used to get to me just doesn't anymore, so that helps.

Naw, Babe, it's the left. And even then it doesn't necessarily mean a heart attack...that too can be associated with stomach issues...but you don't want to take that chance.

If you start having pain or numbness in your left arm on top of the heaviness in your chest, you need to seek medical attention immediately. Same goes for pain in your jaw and neck.

You forgot to say "be seeing you."

Maybe his mom's gonna finance that too?

Do you live at home, perchance?

That's even crazier than the one back home that's a shoe store/snack bar. I never ate there...figured whatever they served would taste like shoe leather.

Already had one. Survived it. Don't worry about having another one because there's not much I can do about it. If it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen.

I'm gonna die somehow someday...probably from using a sharp object to get the "sealed for your protection" crap off a bottle of ketchup.

It's helped me keep up with a few friends who were...uh..."disinherited" elsewhere.

This is very true. I went through some similar things with my son. You have to hold their feet to the fire. They will thank you later. (My son certainly has).

Good luck and know that there is light at the end of the tunnel for the both of you.

Well it's not the McDonald's drive-thru of hook-ups, if that's what you're after. It takes some time to make friends, get to know folks and develop a relationship...one that's gonna last anyway.

So now in addition to your designated driver, you bring along your designated packer. Sure does involve an awful lot of people to allow one person to drink! Maybe I should move home and start a designated driver/gun toter business.