I've missed writing here, far more than I realized I would. Even though way more people in the real world know about this journal than I am particularly happy about, it is still the only place that I let my emotions run rampant. I truly don't care who reads these words, but if you know me in real life, or are kin to me, whatever, I would hope that you realize these are private thoughts and while you may ridicule me for posting them on a public format, it is a valuable tool for working my way through problems and situations that you more than likely wouldn't want to talk to me about anyway.
As for my fellow Diaryland people, those very emotions and private moments we share with each other are the very fiber that bods us. In a weird kind of way, we read each other and experience those thoughts and apply them to our world or identify with a bad moment. We laugh with each other with the silliness and we cry with each other as we've lost parents, pets, or gone through another breakup. It a world that no one but us understands, and truthfully, I like it that way.
Anyway, I'm writing again, and I need to make it work this time. The road is killing me, and I mean that seriously. I'm off for now, and at home with my girls. That makes me very happy, however, I must generate funds to make up the difference in finances, or I will be left with no choice to return to trucking. I love trucking, I have always wanted to do that since I was little. I've been doing it for 25 years now though, and my eyesight from staring out into the fog, rain and snow for that overturned car or truck has ruined my eyes. The lifestyle of a driver is bad food eaten quickly, far too long between rest stops, too little sleep, bad nerves, rude people, crooked cops, lying dispatchers, ice covered roads, broken down trucks and high dollar repair bills. I've gained a ton of weight that now needs to be taken off so I can get rid of my newly acquired high blood pressure. A driver just sits in his truck for 14 hours a day and then rolls back into his sleeper birth for ten, gets up to do it again. Some life, eh?
So what do I do? I loose weight and maybe I could be a cop, or a DOT highway cop. I could work as a dispatcher somewhere, or, I could write. Trouble is, that doesn't make money immediately, hell, not even remotely quickly! No, I need to do something in the meantime, because the bills are piling up quick, and my credit isn't as pristine as I would like it to be.
That is about all that is new. The girls are doing great and very happy that I am home. Ginger, the amazing wonder dog, is now going on 19 years old! I am convinced that she has lived this long because she is happy, I take uber good care of her and mostly, she doesn't know that she is a dog. I never told her. She is starting to show signs of her age now however. I have to pick her up to put her into the pickup and I made her a set of steps to get into and out of the bed on her own. Yes, my bed. She doesn't always hear me unless I get a little loud, and she doesn't always recognize foods from sight and must smell them to know what they are. She still LOVES melons, all kinds too! Silly puppy. She goes nuts when I unravel a chocolate, but I will only give her just a tiny tiny bite, I am so scared she will turn diabetic any day. She has these calcium deposits on her belly and chest that the vet says not to worry about and her teeth have started falling out so I give her only soft and moist foods now. Once you've pulled a loose tooth out of your dogs mouth, you never ever want to do it again! She has cataracts in both eyes, one is very bad. When it become so bad that she can't see at all, I will let them do eye surgery on her so she can see with one eye at least. No need in chancing loosing her in surgery now if she can still see fairly well. The day is coming folks, I know it and I can feel it, and oh my God I dread it. It will kill me. I will cry like a baby, I swear I will.
Okay.... Next time I will write about how I told the Dupont chemical companies president to kiss my ass and go to hell, and it was all over my dog Ginger!
Until then!