Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Morning folks. First order of business today is to welcome a new reader/commenter, Raggedy. I went over to her site and was impressed enough to put her on the roll right away. I invite you to visit her, and I think you'll agree with me. Good stuff! If your speakers are turned down a bit, as mine were, don't look around to see who's talking, it's her site.
Took the camera to the store again and they could'nt find anything wrong with it, in fact we went outside, shot a video, and all was fine. He still thought I was causing the crackling noise by the way I held it. So to get around that I bought a tripod. It sounds as though the weather is going to be nice here today, so I'll give it a try. Sure hope it works, because I'm tired of my little Babushka picking on me. SHEESH!
Today Boop has her biopsies done and I'm sitting here with everything crossed, even the "lads", for a positive outcome. If all turns out well I'm planning to leave on The Great Escape next week-end(June 9th).
My destination, or turnaround point is still Cape Spear Nfld, but I'm going to take a more circuitous route to get there. Probably here to Reno, then Vegas, and from there who knows. That head down, ass up, straight across the country way of driving is not a holiday. Besides I did that for years in the truck, now it's time to do the tourist bit. You know, hang a camera around your neck, ask a lot of dumb-ass questions, and in my case being Canadian, say "eh" a lot.
Of course all of that assumes that after cavorting with the show-girls I'll have enough strength left to sit upright. Hey wait a minute, why would I want to be upright with show-girls like this around? NEVER MIND!
Thanks for stopping by, and have yourselves the kind of day you feel you deserve.
Trucker Bob blogged at 3:26 AM
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Morning folks. So how is everything down at your end of the melon patch? Things are pretty well the same ol', same ol' here. Tomorrow Boop is scheduled for the next set of biopsies, which is causing a bit of nervous apprehension for her, and us. Add to that, her sister is due to be released from the hospital today from her recent brain surgery and because she needs constant care, that just puts more strain on Boop.
Marg is in such a muddled state that if it was'nt so sad, it would be funny. Things like trying to tear an IV bag apart to get her muffin, or telling us that they had locked her out of her room so that the nurses could party all night. The only good thing in all of this is that she is not aware of how serious it really is. She actually seems content, in fact almost happy. Thank God for small favors I suppose.
I've received 2 phone calls in the past couple of days that have brought back a lot of memories. They were both in relation to an upcoming reunion of a group of soldiers that I was once part of. (Don't believe you should end a sentence with a preposition, but what the hey, it's my page.)
Most of the faithful readers/friends from my last site, Over The Road, will remember my telling of spending 5 years in the Army as a young man. In fact I put a post up of that time, including a picture of our graduating class after 2 years of fairly rigorous training that included both military and academic subjects. From there we went out to regular units to begin our military careers, which in my case was short-lived. Still, it was a time of my life that went a long way towards shaping the person I am today. Of course it did nothing to prepare me for the eventual path I chose, long-haul trucking, but the discipline and responsibility I learned sticks with me to this day.
At the risk of over-kill, (hey!, remember it's my page), here is the picture again.
This should click/enlarge. Hard to believe that was 49 years ago. The challenge for the new readers is to find me in there. Now, be serious, because there will be a prize if you pick me out correctly. In the case that the winning entrant is female, the prize will be a week-end of wanton debauchery. If male, it will be a hearty pat on the back.
Had enough? Good, because my "pecker" is getting tired. With 10 fingers you'd think I could learn to use more than one to type. Oh well. Have a decent day, and I'll probably see you tomorrow.
Trucker Bob blogged at 3:38 AM
Monday, May 29, 2006
Morning folks. Hope your week-end went well, or is going well if you're Murakan. (oh lighten up!) Got kind of a pot pourri today, or as a good ol' boy might say, a pot poury.
First the good news. Boop will be having her surgical biopsies on Wednesday, so keep the good thoughts for her. As for me I've put my plans on hold until we get the results. If she needs another round of treatment, or whatever, my trip will be put on hold so that I can be here to help in any way I can. It's no biggie really, the road will be there when I'm ready.
I tried taking a video yesterday to see if the crackling noise etc. was gone after the tune-up at the store. @#$, it's worse than ever! So back to the store, and this time we'll go outside and try it before I leave, even if I have to drag him out in a headlock.
Talked to son Bob yesterday and he was telling me that grandson Bobby was saving up for a fancy bicycle. Well, alright!, this is where grampas come in. I told him to tell Bobby that I would match him dollar for dollar, but he says that Bobby wants to pay for it himself.
When Bobby is'nt playing a little league game, he umpires. They pay him $20 a game and he was umpiring his 10th game as we spoke. This is the kind of stuff that makes me realize what a great job Bob and his wife have done raising the little guy. Little hell, he's as tall as I am, and he's only 14. You could'nt buy the feelings I have for things like this.
I think my fitness regimen is going to have to be adjusted. Oh, I'll keep exercising, but within reason. As is usual with me, I completely overdid things, to the point of exhaustion. But the main thing I've got to do is START EATING! I'm sure that's the reason I've been feeling the way I have the last week or so.
I've come down from 262 to 220 lbs and that's the weight I'm going to try to maintain. If I lose anymore I'll look like a refugee, in fact Boop has been on my case about it. She's right of course. With all the reading I've done on this you'd think I'd know better, but NOOO! Bonehead!
Smurf, here is the link to Karen's site, the lady that found this template for me. If you like the picture on top of this one, you'll love the one on her's.
Guess what I'm going to do now, EAT! It's been a while, but I'm going to fix some steak and eggs. Let it sit a bit, then go out and walk half of it off. See ya later.
Trucker Bob blogged at 4:16 AM
Sunday, May 28, 2006
I did'nt really have much to say today, as if I ever do, until L'il Bear reminded me that a good friend of this site, Peter, reaches a milestone of sorts today. I've come to appreciate Peter's wit, wisdom, and sincerity, and besides, anyone that likes Robert Service poems can't be all bad.
Visit his site and while there check out his poetry page. At the moment I'm having trouble getting his side-bar up, otherwise I'd link you to it.
It's too bad he lives on the other side of the world, because I think sharing a wee dram with him would be enjoyable. So in lieu of that Peter, L'il Bear and I wish you the best!
Enjoy the rest of your week-end folks, especially those of you celebrating Memorial Day.
Trucker Bob blogged at 4:31 AM
Saturday, May 27, 2006
A popular airline recently introduced a special half rate fare for wives who accompanied their husbands on business trips. Expecting great feedback, the company sent out letters to all the wives of businessmen who had used the special rates, asking how they enjoyed their trip. Letters are still pouring in asking, 'What trip?'
An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were nothing to look at either.
Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted.
Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: "Does this taste funny to you?"
A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. "But why," they asked, as they moved off. "Because", he said, "I can't stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer."
A dyslexic man walks into a bra.
Two termites walk into a bar. One asks, "Is the bar tender here?"
And finally, there was the person who sent ten different puns to his friends, with the hope that at least one of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did.
I know they're groaners but the price is right. I'm saving the good (?) ones for the premium package, soon to be available.
What can I say, I got bored. Besides, you wanted to see a before and after picture.
Don't forget to click the volume thingy up.
Trucker Bob blogged at 3:35 AM
Friday, May 26, 2006
Once again there is no "Morning folks" because I am pecking this out on Thursday afternoon. It might be time to lose the folksy greeting anyway. Nah!, it feels right.
Really, all I'm doing is trying to get comfortable with the laptop. So if inane nattering is not your idea of a post this would be a good time to hit the "I'm outa here" button.
I won't pretend that I am anything but a neophtye on computers, but after struggling along with the PC for almost 2 years, mostly untutored, I was at the point that what little I could do was getting easier for me. When, for example, I wanted to put a post up, I was able to do it without too many mistakes because I had certainly made enough of those.
When I bought this thing to take along on the trip I thought, oh boy, here we go again. I'm still a little scared of computers, but this thing is a pleasure to use. I thought the PC was fast, and it is, but this thing acts like it is on steroids, yet for some reason I'm not afraid of it. When I do goof up it's so easy to correct.
As I look over at the monitor, tower, keyboard, etc., it blows my little mind that everything it can do, this thing does, and faster. I'm sitting in the armchair, on battery power, wireless, and using a laser mouse that is so small it gets lost in the palm of my hand. I just took a picture of my hand with just a tiny bit of the mouse showing and was going to put it up, but even I realize how lame that would be. Like the proverbial kid with a new toy.
Because retirement was forced on me, I was ill-prepared for it. Trucking was my work, but it was far more than that, it was my life. I did'nt really have any hobbies because I was happy where I was, on the road. It was tough at first, but I sure have a hobby now, and thanks to you guys, one that I enjoy more all the time.
I'm still a current affairs freak, as witnessed by my blogroll, but the things that are the most enjoyable are the connections I've made through this blog thingy. I was a loner most of my life, and still am to a degree, but even that is changing with this new hobby. Whoulda thunk!
I'll see if I can find a few chuckles for tomorrow (Saturday) and on Sunday L'il bear has a special something for one of my buds on here, so stop by if you can. Enjoy your week-end.
Don't mind me folks, I'm just trying out the latest thing that I learned to do on my own. This is fun! You'll have to grab the volume thingy and slide it up for sound.
While I love my car, if I had one of these I could really haul butt. Oh right, the price of gas...never mind!
Trucker Bob blogged at 3:46 AM
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Morning folks. It's been said that a lot of good fortune in life is due to timing. If that is true, and I think it is, I have got to be the master of bad timing. The sign below shows the price of regular gas here yesterday, and for the mathematically-challenged let me convert that for you.
Besides, I've got to get out there and put my new laptop to work. I've always worked well under pressure but with Timmy in the equation now it's different, and I'm hoping I can do a decent job.
If I run short of funds I can always auction off what my little Babushka sent me. Wait!, Photobucket won't post pornography. DRAT! Oh well, I can always post nekkid pictures of myself, because I'm sure they would fall into the Humor category.
That should be enough goofing around for today. Don't ask what brought this on, I don't understand it either.
Trucker Bob blogged at 3:02 AM
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Morning folks. One of the things I like to do here is engage in a little, innocent, good-natured teasing. A break from the normal seriousness of life, if you will. When I opened the mail today and saw what my little Babushka sent I realized that I've met my match, if not my master. There are many on here who take the bait, which I appreciate, because I really feel that if we just lighten up a bit and not take ourselves so seriously, we'd all be better off.
Took the camera in to be checked out and was shown how to completely erase images/videos. The fellow thought that the way I had been doing it, deleting, was'nt clearing every scrap off the memory card and could have been the reason for the crackling noise and fuzzy images. He also said that the microphone is so sensitive that if I moved my hand on the camera at all it would pick that sound up. I'll give it a try soon.
Also, thanks to the above mentioned pornographeress I have learned how to size the videos so that they fit the page properly. What's that? You want to know what she sent? Well, I'm not sure of where you live, but we have strict obscenity laws here. But then again, if the price is right.....
Got my blood test results yesterday and they were pretty good, considering. My prolactin count is 5 times normal, which does'nt sound good until you realize it was 200 times normal when the tumor was diagnosed. The other numbers, while not great, are holding at a level that I can live with. I'm debating whether to start taking testosterone shots again but, except for the odd little relapse like I'm having now, I'm feeling fairly kick-ass. In fact, any more so and I'd be dangerous! Maybe I'll just explain to the "lads" that with the trip coming up soon they'll have to work a little harder (oops) because the natural hormone is better than that @#$ synthetic junk.
Wish I had good news to share concerning Boop's sister Marg. Although the surgery was a success, her mental faculties are slipping. They're going to do a CT scan today but won't tell us anything beyond that. So once again I ask for your caring thoughts for her.
Since I was'nt booed off the stage with yesterday's truckin' story I'll take a chance and post another one soon. In the meantime, have yourselves a decent day.
Trucker Bob blogged at 4:35 AM
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Can't start off with my usual "Morning folks" because I'm cheating a bit and beginning this on Monday. No big whup!
First a little background. Most older drivers have "run double" at some point in their careers. Running double is simply 2 drivers in the truck, so that the load keeps moving while one or the other driver is sleeping, or as close to sleep as you can get while hanging on to the mattress like a crab, to prevent sheet burns as your @#$ partner slides you from one end of the bed to the other on the corners.
I did most of mine during the 70's, when a bunch of us were running up and down the Alaska Highway like raped apes. The Pipeline was being built, and they needed the freight as fast as you could get it up there. During that time I ran with many different drivers, some so bad I kicked them out on the trip, some would last a trip or two, and the odd time you'd get a good one that would last a while. You've got to keep in mind that when you go to the bunk, you're literally putting your life in his hands.
One of the good ones was a guy named Don xxxxx. Although I'm sure Don would'nt mind, since I have'nt talked to him for a long time, I'll just use his first name.
Don was a good driver, even if a bit aggressive, clean, honest, interesting to talk with for the most part, but Don had a problem. Oh God, did he have a problem! He had a glandular condition that caused a foot odor that not only could you smell, but I swear you could taste! Most times I could handle it, but when we got to sniping at each other, it just seemed to magnify it.
One such time we were heading North, Don driving, and pulled into Muncho Lake at Mile 463 on the Alcan, basically a lodge, where we were due to eat and switch drivers. For some reason we had been fussin' with each other and carried it inside. As I was trying to eat a meal he kept it up until I told him to shut the xxx up or he'd be walking. Finished eating, paid the bill, and out to the truck. He's still yappin' so I told him once again to shut up and go to bed or we'd get it on right there. He told me to do something that is physically impossible, took his @#$% boots off, and crawled into the bunk.
Normally he would crawl in there, close the curtain, and open the vents before he took them off, but this night he's being a jerk. A jerk that is close to getting his ass kicked. Okay, game on!
As soon as he was in there I picked those foul things up off the floor and threw them into the bunk. Just as quickly he threw them back out! Bad move partner! Off we go, and when I felt he was sleeping, I rolled down the window, picked up the boots, and air-mailed them.
Pulled into Watson Lake, Yukon, our next switch point. He comes out of the bunk, says he does'nt know what was bugging him, and apologizes. No problem Don, we've been running hard and we're getting beat out. Sit there while he goes through the ritual scratching, farting, hacking, and because showers are few and far between, putting the 14th layer of Right Guard on.
Finally he looks around the cab and says "where's my boots"? "You know that sharp corner at the bottom of Mile 558"? Yeah. Well, if the bears have'nt eaten them, because they like rotten things, we'll stop on the way back and pick them up.
Why you (oh my, the words he used). I let him rant for a while, then told him he had 2 options. Either walk across the road to the General store and buy himself some boots, or get behind the wheel and go truckin'. Pick one, and do it now! Before he got into the cursing again I explained how I had told him a hundred times about those @#$ boots, and that if he wanted to "take it outside" I was more than willing, and able.
He backed off a bit and asked me almost nicely if I would go and get the boots. Not a chance! Finally he climbed down out of the truck and set off across the gravel parking lot, through the ditch, across the road, another ditch and gravel parking lot, and into the store. Tiny Tim tip-toeing through the tulips had nothing on ol' Don. Each time he'd step on a sharp rock, he'd shake his fist at me and curse, which was'nt helped by my sitting in the truck laughing at him. If only I'd had this camera, or any camera.
Finally he comes out of the store. Oh my! what a nice pair of boots. Sharp stones won't bother those beauties. Across to the truck where I'm now in the passenger seat, hands me the receipt, which I promptly put in my shirt pocket, releases the brakes, into gear, and off we go. All without a word.
I went to the bunk, closed the vinyl curtain, opened a vent, and threw the receipt out! Months went by before he asked when I was going to pay him. For what? For that receipt I gave you. Oh that, I threw it out. Yep, you guessed it, into the cursing again.
Of course I finally paid him, damn those were expensive boots. We remained friends for years, and both got many a laugh out of that episode of "male-bonding". If I had'nt been such a wild man in those days with scrapping, I would have been the one walking, because he owned the truck.
In a lifetime on the road, those days were the best. If I could go back to any period in my life that would be it. I miss the comraderie(sp), the Yukon, and the times when it was just you, the truck, and the elements. Luckily I have the next best thing, great memories!
Trucker Bob blogged at 4:22 AM
Monday, May 22, 2006
Morning folks. To the relief of many, and the possible disappointment of a few, there will be no truckin' story today. Things were just a little sideways around here this week-end, and still are to a degree.
First, although we've been divorced forever (18yrs) I hate to see Betty/Boop go through what she has been with her sister, plus her own situation. So I've been available for whatever help I can offer. My little mind can only compute so much, and Don's stinky boots were off the screen.
Secondly, I'm hoping it's just from pushing myself too hard, but I'm definitely off my feed. My right knee is hooped, again, and I feel like something the cat coughed up.
There was a time when stress did'nt bother me at all, but since Timmy moved upstairs it's a different story. I get to the point of becoming almost disoriented. I've always been a little spinny but this is not fun.
This is where you guys come in. I've mentioned many times how important to me you are, and this is a perfect example. When things get to be a bit much I can escape to this place and chill out by goofing around and know that I'm among friends. Thanks to you I've gone from a hardass to a big ol' weeny, and I love it. I no longer have to be first truck up the hill, now I can stop and take a picture, or a dumba**ed video and be complimented for it. How great is that?
Finally I want you to visit a new reader and commenter. Her "handle" is Smurf and I think you'll agree that she has a very impressive site. It's apparent that she puts a lot of work into it, and I'm happy to add her to my roll. Her site, and her comments here, have convinced me to waive the normal probation period and appoint her a full-fledged member of the Harem.
Well, that should be enough nattering for now. I'm going to take a break from the Ironman nonsense, start eating a bit more, and tend to my "flock". I've often thought of mentioning and/or linking some of you but that is fraught with danger. If I forgot, or omitted someone, it would take away the intended good. At any rate, you know who you are, and I appreciate you. All of you!
As an act of atonement for not having Amerloc on my roll, (she is now) I'll start pecking out that truckin' story I promised. Like Smurf, she also has a site worth visiting. Not a good way to treat a friend, my bad!
Trucker Bob blogged at 4:55 AM
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Morning folks. Just before L'il Bear fell back into a stupor he warned me that I might be wearing out my welcome with you guys posting these videos(?). I patiently explained to him that I needed to practice before I headed out on the Great Escape, but when I looked to see what he thought, he was in z z Z Z city. No respect!
I've just talked to the store about the cracking noise at the beginning, and they're going to look at the camera next week. They thought it might have something to do with formatting, or the way I'm erasing the card. At any rate it's still on warranty.
So be warned, there are no choiping boids like a certain somebody's, but there is a sea-gull with a pathetic croak. I had promised him a donut to pose for me but when he saw it was actually a rice cake, well, you can hear what he thought of that. Again, no respect!
Marg had her surgery Friday (3 hrs 20 minutes) and we were told that they got all of the tumor. She is still in the ICU as I write this. I'll be taking Boop into the hospital to see her this morning.
Enjoy the rest of your week-end.
Trucker Bob blogged at 3:06 AM
Saturday, May 20, 2006
A policeman interrogates three blondes who are training to become detectives. To test their skills in recognizing a suspect, he shows the first blonde a picture for five seconds and then hides it. "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?"
The first blonde answers, "That's easy, we'll catch him fast because he only has one eye!"
The policeman says, "Well, uh, thats because the picture shows his profile."
Slightly flustered by this ridiculous response, he flashes the picture for five seconds at the second blonde and asks her, "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?"
The second blonde giggles, flips her hair and says, "Ha! He'd be too easy to catch because he only has one ear!"
The policeman angrily responds, "What's the matter with you two?! Of course only one eye and one ear are showing because it's a picture of his profile! Is that the best answer you can come up with?"
Extremely frustrated at this point, he shows the picture to the third blonde and in a very testy voice asks, "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?" He quickly adds, "Think hard before giving me a stupid answer."
The blonde looks at the picture intently for a moment and says, "Hmm, the suspect wears contact lenses."
The policeman is surprised and speechless because he really doesn't know if the suspect wears contacts or not. "Well, that's an interesting answer. Wait here for a few minutes while I check his file."
He leaves the room and goes to his office, checks the suspects file in his computer, and comes back with a beaming smile on his face. "Wow! I cant believe it. It's true! The suspect does in fact wear contact lenses. Good work! How were you able to make such an astute observation?"
That's easy," the blonde replied. "He can't wear regular glasses because he only has one eye and one ear."
For some time many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt? We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt!" Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.
Jack Schitt is the only son of Awe Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt, Inc. They had one son, Jack.
In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt. The deeply religious couple produced six children: Holie Schitt, Giva Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Bull Schitt, and the twins Deap Schitt and Dip Schitt. Against her parents' objections, Deap Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school dropout.
After being married 15 years, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced. Noe Schitt later married Ted Sherlock, and, because her kids were living with them, she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt, and they produced a son with a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Schitt. Two of the other six children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt, were inseparable throughout childhood and subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens nuptials.
The Schitt-Happens children were Dawg, Byrd, and Hoarse. Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world. He recently returned from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
Now when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt, " you can correct them.
Crock O. Schitt
Trucker Bob blogged at 3:27 AM
Friday, May 19, 2006
Morning folks. Well, that was a day of drama that I wish that I could say is over, but until the next round of biopsies on Boop is done, we're kind of on hold. While it's an admirable trait to be optimistic, with her history we have to be realistic. With her having just gone through a second round of radiation, her sister having brain surgery this morning, she's got a lot on her plate, and it warmed her yesterday to hear of the good wishes from you guys. On her behalf I want to say thank you. You guys are the best!
We now return to our regularly scheduled programming, namely, goofing around. Once in a while a cogent thought might slip in, but every effort will be made to keep that to a minimum, because life is heavy enough without any help from me.
One of this page's friends, Lexy, is a bird-loving young lady that gets a kick out of what I call a mutual friend, Jude. She thinks that "my little babushka" and "Dudette" are cute nicknames for the person she thinks of as shy and demure. The truth, unfortunately, is just the opposite.
For some time I had heard rumors about a double life, so I sent my crack investigative team out to get the proof, however sordid it may be. It saddens me to be the one to break this to you Lexy, but the rumors are true. It seems our former rock-child has not completely shed her past, as witnessed by this marquee spotted on the strip in Vegas. Oh, the shame of it all!
While out there my team stumbled upon something else that I've asked them to investigate further. If it turns out to be true it has the potential to change blogging as we know it, because it involves a repected member of this community. (Way to go Bob, now you've got to come up with some more silliness)
Tomorrow will be our regular Saturday Chuckles, and L'il Bear will be here on Sunday. Starting Monday, I'm going to go back to my roots with the occasional truckin' story. The first will be one that I posted on Over The Road titled "Don's Boots". Since that site is off in ethereal hell somewhere I can't recover it, so I'll one-finger hunt-and-peck it out on the week-end. My older friends/readers will remember it (sorry 'bout that) but I think the newer guys will enjoy it.
Enjoy your week-end, and stop by if you can. I did'nt make it down to the beach yesterday morning, which means there's a whole herd of fillies down there wondering where Studley is. Well, start switching your tails ladies, help is on the way. (Get real, you ol' fool!)
Trucker Bob blogged at 2:32 AM
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Morning you all, oops, y'all. Got a couple of medical things happening today, the first of which is no biggie, but the second has me concerned.
First, I'm going to the lab for routine blood work relating to the tumor. I don't expect any surprises, just hoping the numbers are holding their own, if not a little better. The second is another matter.
You'll remember that Boop went through daily radiation treatments for 6 weeks after her most recent mastectomy. She handled it like the trooper she is and left with a clean bill of health.
I did'nt know that she had seen a doctor until she asked me yesterday if I would drive her into the Cancer Clinic this morning. Of course!, but you're not due for a checkup for another 4 months. Oh no!!
Her doctor confirmed what she felt. She has 2 new lumps, and I honestly don't know what to think. After all she went through it looks like it's back. DAMN!
Not only that, but she's been caring for her sister who is failing fast. The sister is scheduled for a second brain surgery Friday morning to relieve the fluid buildup caused by a malignant tumor. Add to that the cancer in her lungs( lifetime non-smoker) and you can see the concern.
Sometimes it feels like 2 steps forward and 3 back. I ask that you keep good thoughts for both Boop and Marg, her sister.
Sorry for the downer post, but after losing my sister just days ago, we need all the help we can get.
7:30am.....6 vials of blood later, the easy part is over. Soon I'll pick Boop up and start the hard part. Thanks for your comments so far.
2pm...Just got back with Boop. Not sure what to think. After the initial examination they took her to the lab for 2 biopsies. When she was'nt looking I read the exam report, and did'nt like the words used. They've promised to phone with the results later today which, to me at least, seems awfully fast. So for now we're on hold. Let's hope!
3:45pm...Needle biopsy results inconclusive. Scheduled for surgical biopsy June 5th, or sooner, if possible. Just talked to someone with a medical background, told the person what I read, and now I'm concerned. I'll keep you informed.
Trucker Bob blogged at 3:27 AM
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Morning folks. Thank you for your encouragement on my efforts to put videos up. I'm going to keep playing with it (quiet Goob!) in the hopes of getting better because they would be a good way to post of interesting things on the trip. Besides, if I get good enough I can see a casting couch in the future. Yeah right!
As a sign that I'm re-entering the human race, I had my first drink of the year last night. There was a time when Captain Morgan and I were quite close, but that was a long time ago. It was never a problem but I just got to the point where I did'nt enjoy it anymore.
At any rate, my son came over last evening and brought a great bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. What a wonderful visit we had while sipping away. It is so special to have a son that age (45) to just sit and talk about old times, life, the grandchildren, etc. I am such a lucky person in so many ways.
Since starting this fitness kick, planning for the trip, etc. you may have noticed I don't mention Timmy anymore. He's still up there and tries to mess with me once in a while, but his days of running my life are over. The ol' butt-kickin' Bob is back, and he knows that I've won this tussle.
Well, I guess it's time to have a quick splash, put on some smell-good , and head down to the beach and troll for chickarinos. Did I just say that? Damn straight!
Have a good 'un folks.
I was just over at the computer store and asked Sparky if I could change the focus/zoom on the camera once I started shooting. He was'nt sure so I guess I'll experiment with that, because I've got to tighten up the production values before submitting to the Cannes Film Festival.
Drat! Just tried it and no go, so on to Plan B. Read the multi-languaged handbook that came with it. Still don't know what's causing the cracking.
Trucker Bob blogged at 5:34 AM
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Morning folks. Once again I want to thank everyone for the kind words. I've yet to answer some of them but, be assured, I will be doing it. Thankfully something has happened to provide a diversion from the sadness.
With that recent event I almost feel guilty about being happy, but happy I am. When I made the decision to buy a good laptop and post from the road, I was determined to learn how to do it properly. Well, I've lucked out on both counts. Not only is this a great computer, but the young man I hired to set it up for me has turned out to be a godsend. I fondly refer to him as "Sparky, the wonder boy", but I have the utmost respect for his talents.
When he was here last evening setting up the wireless router I asked if he could show me how to audio/video post. Literally within minutes we made the one in the post below. Although it is of no consequence, I was just so happy that I had to post it. As I go along with it I'll find things to put up that make sense, but just being able to do it is so cool. Of course the idea for this began with my Little Babushka, aka, Dudette.
I often refer to myself as a low-tech guy in a high-tech world, and it just blows me away to get to this point. One of the things I've learned from Sparky is to not be afraid of trying things on here. Before, if I was'nt sure of something I would'nt try it. I'm still a bit shy, but have a little more confidence now. I was excited about the trip, then losing my sister took that away, but I'm back to being excited again. One of the reasons for the trip was to spend some time with my sister, which is no longer physically possible, but she is still a part of it.
Again, thank you for the comments. It was especially nice to hear from Brian, one of the truly good guys on here. Do yourself a favor and visit his site, often!
Well, I'm off to the beach to chase girls. Think I'll take the camera and try to take a video. If it turns out okay I'll post it later. If I mess up I'll just keep trying.
Just back from my stroll (8:30am). Here's my first solo effort. It is awfully amateurish, but, DUH! I'll keep playing with it. HEY! I heard that.
Trucker Bob blogged at 6:03 AM
Monday, May 15, 2006
What do you think of this Jude? Do I get a hug? YEEHAW!!
Trucker Bob blogged at 8:29 PM
Morning folks. First off I'd like to thank everyone for the kind words. Secondly, without wanting to sound corny, it's true that there is a silver lining in every cloud.
While at one time there was a great sense of community here, I mistakenly thought that, due to my infrequent posting, most of you had moved on. Yesterday proved that you are not just fair-weather friends, and I'm sorry for being mistaken.
Just as parents should'nt have children die before them, as the oldest of 5 siblings I feel the same about Carole. She was only 59, and was in fact the second sibling I have lost. My younger brother Jim died of a heart attack some time ago.
Life of course will go on, but it's good to be reminded of just how mortal we all are. I, in some ways, have been given a second chance and can assure you that the things that should be important to me will be treated as they should be.
I do take comfort in the fact that her suffering is over.
Rest well, dear sister
Trucker Bob blogged at 4:11 AM
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Morning folks. Because of something that happened yesterday I was'nt going to post today, but L'il Bear reminded me of a saying on Super Dave's site.
Shared pain is lessened Shared joy is multiplied
First a little history. As a young boy I got to the point where I was almost afraid to laugh, because something always happened to make me cry. I've long felt that had a lot to do in shaping my personality, but that's another story for another day.
On Friday I was tooting my whistle about how well things were going with my fitness regimen which, along with the new laptop, was a prelude to the big trip I've been planning. One of the reasons for the trip was to spend some time with my sister in Ontario.
Carole died yesterday.
While not totally unexpected, the suddenness of it brought me back to those childhood feelings. It takes a lot to make me cry these days, but today I'm that little boy again.
I'm still going to make the trip, but now it will be in her honor. While in Ontario I will go to every place we lived as children and belatedly apologize for not being there to protect her. I realize that is not totally rational, but it's my way of coping.
Thanks for letting me share the pain. I will find some joy to share.
Trucker Bob blogged at 3:06 AM
Saturday, May 13, 2006
A young woman was in the hospital, recovering from major surgery. She hated being stuck in the tiny little room all day and to make matters worse, the daily routine was starting to get to her. Every morning, for example, the nurse would bring her breakfast (which always consisted of an egg, piece of toast, and glass of apple juice). She would then return a little bit later to empty the urine bottle. And so it continued...
Two children are in a doctor's waiting room, and one of them is crying. "Why are you crying?" asked the other child.
It's so nice here today I just had to put this in, taken outside my front door at noon.
Trucker Bob blogged at 3:21 AM
Friday, May 12, 2006
I know it's not polite to blow your own horn, but how about tooting your own whistle? A while back I resolved to get my weight down from a high of 262 lbs to a "svelte" (HA!) 220. Well, when I stepped on the Toledos this morning, the magic number appeared. I had given myself until I left on The Great Escape, 4 weeks from now, to reach that goal, but now it looks like I'll make the amended figure of 210.
I'm sure grandson Bobby's rabbits will be glad to hear this because I've eaten every green, leafy, thing grown around here lately. So belly up to the salad bar boys, I'm about to start eating human food.
What makes this especially gratifying to me is the fact that in July of '02 I was given 6-8 months to live with this damn tumor, and for a long time I thought they were right. Another reason for feeling good about this is something that happened a long time ago.
In Sept. '81 I had a horrible wreck where I got busted up pretty bad (good?). I was trapped for so long, and in such a position, that the blood supply to the sciatic nerve in my right leg was cut off and I lost the use of the leg. After 181 days in the hospital, and many surgeries, I was told that I would never walk again. I simply would not accept that and set out to prove them wrong.
It was probably the single hardest thing I've ever had to do, but it was'nt long before I was back trucking. To this day the leg is not 100%, but if you were to follow me you'd never know it, except when I overdo it, then it's obvious. In fact you can step on my right foot and I won't feel it because the nerve has'nt fully regenerated, and never will.
It's amazing what the human spirit can accomplish when called upon. Some times we have to be taken to the wall to realize it, but it can be done.
I'm cheating a bit this morning by using the PC. I went back to the store yesterday and bought a stronger wireless router, and Sparky, the wonder lad, could'nt make it here to program it into the laptop. I was going to do it myself but don't feel confident enough, at least until I'm shown.
Sorry for rambling, but I'm feeling good about things lately. Hope things are going well for you guys. Remember, it's always darkest just before dawn
Trucker Bob blogged at 3:12 AM
Thursday, May 11, 2006
TESTING 123 TESTING
Morning folks. Well, here I am on the maiden flight with the new 'puter. It's taken me a while to get this far because this mouse pad is so sensitive that I keep messing up. I've got a spare optical mouse here, still in the box, and I think I'll use it while I get used to this #$% thing.
The young fellow (19 yrs old) I hired to set it up was a marvel to watch. So very talented, especially when I learned that he is mostly self-taught. Also a nice young man that I had to insist that he be paid for all of the time he was here (3 hrs). When we finally finished and I paid him he was still doing things, so I told jokingly told him to leave or I'd toss his butt out the door, without opening it. Suffice it to say that we got along great.
I'm having him back today to show me how to record over pictures. See what you've started Jude? Oh, by the way, I'll pay him for that and send you the bill, along with administration fees, carrying charges, interest, etc. Oh hell, just send me all your money and I'll call it square.
I'm still not confident enough yet to post a picture, but that will come. I leave 4 weeks from today, so I've got lots of time to practice, because if I'm going to post from the road, and I am, I want to do it right.
I may have to see an optometrist today, because after reading this it seems I have an "I" problem. Damn it man, find something else to natter about. (Oh, bite me!) As my Dad used to say, "If you don't like my gait, don't swing on it".
The above is the result of my being up 22 hrs yesterday, having 4 hrs sleep, then back at this thing. Can you say obsessive compulsive? I can, except that I pronounce it "anal". Don't try to make any sense out of this, because I'm fried.
I'll see those of you that I have'nt completely alienated later. Have as good a day as you feel you deserve. (No cheating!)
P.S. This is the last time I'm going to edit to get the paragraph breaks in. Must be Blogger, because I don't know what I'm doing differently. Here goes.
Trucker Bob blogged at 5:58 AM
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Morning folks. As usual, I'm up at a ridiculous hour because I overdid it again yesterday. Was feeling pretty good so I did an extra walk, pounded the weights, had my bowl of lint for dinner, and in a coma by 7:30 pm. Came to, stumbled to bed, and since I only sleep 5 hours was up at 1 am. Dumbass!
I see by the comments that a certain Georgia Peach has found that home is not on the range after-all, and she's wanting to get back aboard the Love Train. Hmm, I think that train has left the station. (Teasing!)
Today I pick up the new laptop that I bought on Monday, along with all the accessories. The fellow I hired to set it up for me will be here late this afternoon, so hopefully I can make my first post with it tomorrow. Look at me, have gone from a low-tech guy in a high-tech world, to a two computer dude. Nah! I'm still the former.
Well, it's too early to go chasing girls on the beach, so I think I'll lay down and see if I can sleep for an hour or so. Take care of yourselves.
Trucker Bob blogged at 2:32 AM
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Morning folks. Now that I've come back down to earth I'll show you what caused me to go airborne. As this train was passing along the beach this morning I stood beside the railing, held the camera with one hand, and waved at the engineer with the other. Just as I snapped this he blew the horn. Too bad I had'nt had a video camera, I could have shot some great aerial views from the height I jumped to. Sure got the heart started!
As I was walking along bemoaning this blankety-blank diet I've put myself on I got a little jealous of this fellow dining on fresh(?) crab for breakfast. Not only that he's got a rock covered in mussels and barnacles for dessert. Sheesh!
Finally, (thankfully) here's Gentle Ben, our resident grizzly that sits at the turnaround point on the promenade. I give him a little pat on the butt for luck each morning. So far it's working!
As I'm sure you're aware, all these pictures can be clicked to full size.
Trucker Bob blogged at 9:06 AM
Monday, May 08, 2006
Morning folks. Just got back from my stroll and as you can see it was a little windy down there today. Perfect weather for these fellows that are going to do some hang-gliding.
This is one of our eating spots along the beach, and while the food is good, you've got to watch the oysters. I had a dozen there the other day and only 9 of them worked. Ba-dump!
Have a decent day. Probably see you tomorrow.
Trucker Bob blogged at 8:17 AM
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Morning folks. I'm taking a chance posting this because L'il Bear is severely pi**ed at me. On Friday I woke him up and told him that our little Babushka had invited us into her bedroom, and he said "finally!". It takes quite a bit to get him excited but it was tail-wag city around here.
We got cleaned up in record time, stole some flowers from the neighbor's garden, picked up a bottle of Thunderbird, and off we went with visions of sugarplum fairies dancing in our heads.
On the way there he kept asking if I was sure she just was'nt having a little sport with us, enough so that by the time we arrived I was uncertain as to whether I had mis-read the invitation. But no, she greeted us and took us immediately to her boudoir. YES!! It's awfully hard to appear suave and debonair when you're hyper-ventilating, but the l'il guy and I did pretty good.
Once inside she told us to sit down and listen. HUH? Well guess what? and here's the part that got the l'il guy pi**ed, she invited us over to listen to some blankety-blank boids choiping!
It was a tough drive home because he was using my right leg for a chew toy. I'm not sure there is enough Alpo made for me to get back into his good books.
The purpose of this nonsense was just to get you to visit her site to see her new "toy", audioblogging. It's definitely something for me to consider for the trip, since I've pretty well decided to buy a good laptop. I'm just now reading the handbook on my camera and it shows an Audio/Video out terminal so I think it's capable of doing this. I'll take it to a camera shop and find out for sure, also how to do it.
See ya later.
Trucker Bob blogged at 8:40 AM
Saturday, May 06, 2006
A drunk phoned the police to report that thieves had broken in to his car.
"They've stolen the dashboard, steering wheel, break pedal, even the accelerator," he cried out.
However, before the police investigation could get under way the phone rang a second time, with the same voice came over the line. "Never mind," said the drunk with a hiccup, "I got in the backseat by mistake."
The old cowboy came riding into town on a hot, dry, dusty day.
The local sheriff watched from his chair in front of the saloon as the Cowboy wearily dismounted and tied his horse to the rail a few feet in front of the sheriff.
The cowboy then moved slowly to the back of his horse, lifted its tail, and placed a big kiss were the sun don't shine. He dropped the horse's tail, stepped up on the walk, and aimed towards the swinging doors of the saloon.
"Hold on, Mister..."
"Did I just see what I think I just saw?"
"Reckon you did, Sheriff...I got me some really chapped lips..."
"And that cures them?"
"Nope, but it keeps me from lickin' them."
An elderly couple, she was 85, he was 90, decided that they would take advantage of modern science to conceive another child. They discussed it with a fertility expert who said it was indeed possible. The doctor gave the couple a jar and asked them to return a semen sample the next day.
The next day, the couple presented the doctor with an empty jar. The husband apologized, "I tried my right hand...I tried my left hand... My wife tried her right hand...My wife tried her left hand. She took her teeth out and used her mouth. We still couldn't get the lid off the jar."
Trucker Bob blogged at 4:11 AM
Friday, May 05, 2006
Morning folks. At the risk of alienating the last few readers/friends I have on here, due to my all too infrequent posting, I have a confession to make.
I had seriously considered not posting at all while on the trip, thinking that it would take away from the purpose of the whole thing, which is to just get back out on the road. I was concerned that trying to find an interesting picture, or having something interesting to say about it, would simply mean that I was taking this whole blog thingy with me. Hardly my idea of a holiday.
Then along comes Jude with a post that is causing me to reconsider. Not only am I impressed with what she has done, but I can see how it could work for me. Now I don't know what to do. All along I thought the little babushka was my friend, so what up with the pressure? Eh? (smiley!)
Oh well, if nothing else it's something worth considering. Buying a laptop is no big deal on it's own, but what do I do with it when I get back? I know it's not polite to talk about money, but I've already gone over my budget for the trip of $10,000.
$4-5,000 for motels
$2,000 for train and ferries
$2,000 for gas
$3,000 for food, etc.
It seems like a lot, but I'll be gone for 2 months and cover 10,000 miles. Too bad I had'nt started with a laptop, that would be one less expense. Okay, this is getting whiny, so I'll say bye for now. Take care of yourselves.
Trucker Bob blogged at 4:25 AM
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Morning folks. I thought I'd show you a couple of pictures of my new "stroll". I took these a few minutes ago at the end of my 3-mile walk.
The Salish Totem poles are in a small memorial park along the beach.
I'm going to cut the walks back a bit because my legs are getting sore again. I'll do this one in the morning, then a couple of hours later do 2 miles around the duck ponds. Also cutting back on the weights (don't want to get too Studley.) As if!
I received some wonderful brochures from Newfoundland that are really helping plan things. I'm thinking of extending the trip by taking a ferry from there to Labrador, tour around, then put the car on the train and end up in Quebec. I have to go through there anyway to get back home and this would be a novel way of doing it. I started adding up the fares for the ferries and train and blew my calculator up. Oh well, maybe I'll pick beer bottles out of the ditch on the way back. I might even get lucky and find some with what Al Bundy used to call "leavins".
Trucker Bob blogged at 8:07 AM
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Oops, how did that get in here? Oh well, now that Blogger is open I might as well say hey-howdy you-all, or is that y'all?
Things are fine here, still working away at the fitness regimen. The weight is still coming off, albeit quite a bit slower. I've got to really work up a sweat to average 1/2 lb a day. I'm still on track to hit 210 by the time I leave if I can hold up for another month or so.
When a woman changes her mind it's called her "perogative". I'm not sure what it's called when a guy does it but I think I'll exercise mine. The other day I bemoaned the fact that I could'nt trace my route on a map for posting and it's looking like that was a good thing.
I've pretty well decided to cross the border right here and run across the US as far as Houlton, Maine, then cross into New Brunswick at Woodstock. Once there I'm only 1/2 hour from my brother's place and that will be the start of the visiting part of the trip. A few days there, then off to Cape Spear.
The trip back home will be all in Canada, so I can visit my sister in Ontario and do the tour of places I lived as a boy. Then start working my way North to visit my son in Alberta and my bud in Ft. St. John B.C. Weather-wise it's better to get there later, because last year I near froze my heinie off when I was there. That's the great thing about having a "perogative"!
Hope you all, oops, y'all, are doing well. I know I need to be slapped around for not visiting your sites, but be careful, now that I'm getting back in shape I might slap back! Take care guys!
Trucker Bob blogged at 12:04 PM