Down Highway 20

…and getting locked in bathroom stalls at truck stops. Most times I think it’s great when the doors go clear down to the floor. Gives a person more of a feeling of privacy. But when you get locked inside one and the space down at the bottom is real small, you start rethinking. Thankfully after awhile I heard someone come in the door so I hollered for help. This kind human actually got the door open from the outside and I barreled out in relief. Besides that, life has been fai

It’s been quite a week or two. The days seem to run together and it’s hard to know when one week is starting and the other ending. There was the day I unknowingly dumped my dad-in-law’s one and only working grease gun into the trash pit along with the rest of the trash out of the shop. And yes, the pit was set afire before we realized what had happened. There was the day I locked the keys in the pickup at the truck stop which was a good 30 minutes from the emergency set of ke

And on the 10th day, God looked down on the Trucker and said, “It is not good for him to be alone.” So God made a Trucker’s Wife. God said, “I need a woman strong enough to stay alone for weeks on end to keep the home fires burning, yet gentle enough to raise her children in a loving way. I need a woman who loves her truck driver so much she will stay up for hours talking on the phone just to keep him awake as he drives. Yet independent enough that she can enjoy her time alon

WAIT, WHAT? I haven’t been having any flies but the time has sure been fun. Days seem to race past, and before I know it, they turn into weeks. Here’s a short rundown of life down Highway 20. There’s been trucking. Passing the long hours with a thrilling audiobook. Catching up with the hubs and laughing at our own jokes. There’s been Parts Runs…I’m the kinda girl that loves running for parts. Something about that feeling of being somewhat knowledgeable, walking up to the Case

The other day, inspiration hit me at the corner of the Walmart parking lot. It wasn’t much, just a homeless man standing and holding a cardboard sign. I assume he was homeless or needy. He looked the part. But on the contrary, his sign didn’t read “Hungry”, “Homeless”, “Needing Work”, or any of the usual slogans. The letters on the card spelled out, “Dreaming of Tacos”. That, my friends, struck me as a creative way to let people know he was hungry. In all ways and all things

The wind howled drearily around the truck cab, sometimes making the sleeper rock slightly. The sky was overcast and sullen. Ross and I donned our Carhartts and gloves and set to work undoing the ropes that hold the tarps on the hay. It was miserably difficult pulling the 29’ x 27’ tarp off. 140 pounds of heavy-duty canvas billowing in the wind makes for a fine kite. Or not. The drivers of the orange Freightliner beside us were having just as much fun. One tall swarthy fellow

What’s Your Tuesday Like? In my life there seem to be no normalities. One cannot plan in advance beyond the next day (if even that far) as all things in my world are subject to change. In fact if I want to plan on something, I can plan on changing my plans. With that being said, here’s a glimpse into one of my lives. A Tuesday On The Truck The shrill ringing of the alarm startles me into consciousness. I reluctantly wriggle my way out of under the warm comforter and out into