<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:51:55.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Driver's Seat</title><subtitle type='html'>Musing, Nattering, and Time Wasting by a reluctantly retired long-haul Trucker.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>688</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-2586444171596141329</id><published>2008-07-06T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T14:58:45.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>688</title><content type='html'>Hi folks. Well, here I am apologizing again for something I really can't control. Twice this past week I've tried to put a little post up with no luck. The connection I have is so weak that either I can't get Blogger etc to open, or it times out. Thankfully I don't get much mail because it's the same there. Very frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious that a big ol' hiatus is in order, but I did want to try one more time to let you know that all is well here. We had a real hot spell for a few days but the weather now is just pleasant. I go off shopping once a week in the car, but other than that staying close to home. I manage to stay busy putzin' around the campsite, going for a walk with the dog, and sitting by the campfire most evenings. Suits me plumb fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans have not changed....stay here until about the first week of Oct., then off to Arizona for 6 months. I'll try once in a while to get on here and say Hi, but no promises made, no promises broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the 'Publishing may fail' notice yet, so here goes. Take care of yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-2586444171596141329?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/2586444171596141329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=2586444171596141329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2586444171596141329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2586444171596141329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/07/688.html' title='688'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5821358672533095628</id><published>2008-06-27T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T03:32:29.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>687</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. My, how time flies. In a few short days I will be half-way through my 6 months here in Clinton, then it will be back to my winter "home" in Quartzsite. To be honest, if not for the frigid winters, I would be quite content to stay here year-round. Probably just as well to have a change of scenery, but damn I like it here. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time my "friend", humph, (kidding) Bill the Barber showed up he arrived without his clippers, so today I've either got to get a haircut or buy a violin. Talk about a wooly creature! Since I've got to do some shopping anyway for basics, (lobster, caviar, champagne, etc) it's not a biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I enjoy going for a drive, the price of gas here ($6.77/gal) is a consideration. Thankfully my "baby" gets great mileage because to do just grocery shopping is 62 miles return. Groceries and very limited other shopping is 95 miles, and full shopping (Wally-World etc) is 154 miles. At the rate gas prices are increasing I don't even want to think of how much it's going to cost to get the Bear down to Arizona, but it will be about $12oo...one way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep losing the connection here, so I think I'll wish you all a good weekend, and see if I can get at least this much posted. Probably see you on Monday with, hopefully, a few pictures. Stay well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5821358672533095628?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5821358672533095628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5821358672533095628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5821358672533095628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5821358672533095628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/06/687.html' title='687'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-3850680883408363215</id><published>2008-06-23T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T02:28:00.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>686</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Just stopped in to say Hi and to let you know that all is well here at &lt;em&gt;El Rancho No Gotto. &lt;/em&gt;The weather is finally starting to cooperate, and since we've got the campground fairly shipshape, I've got lots of time to go for long walks. I usually take my bud Luke, the dog here, his favorite stick, and off we go. What a wonderful way to spend retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I really enjoy is sitting around the campfire. I light one every night, regardless of the weather, and most nights someone stops by to just sit and chat. Also, so many people have been giving me fresh lake trout, I wrap one or two in tin foil, lay them on the grill over the fire, and we have a little snack to go with the fresh pot of coffee percolating on the grill. Gotta luv it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for fishing, what do you think of my new belly-boat Bill? Just sit in the armchair supported by a big inner tube, put a pair of flippers on, and walk around the lake. I don't go out too far, but what a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SF7vBoUqQWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/EZiFSYa2RAA/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214868229824594274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SF7vBoUqQWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/EZiFSYa2RAA/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tough struggle here, as you can see, but I'm holding up well. Seriously though, with all that's going on in the world, I feel very fortunate, and grateful, for the life I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, and if you ever get tired of the rat race, come on up and we'll sit by the fire and spin some yarns. Take care of yourselves, and I'll see you later in the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-3850680883408363215?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/3850680883408363215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=3850680883408363215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3850680883408363215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3850680883408363215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/06/686.html' title='686'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SF7vBoUqQWI/AAAAAAAAAm0/EZiFSYa2RAA/s72-c/IMG_0324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-2669255623183172457</id><published>2008-06-17T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T02:38:29.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>685</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Okay Judles, here are a few pics, in no particular order. I took 20 yesterday, but had so much trouble loading them on here that I just took whatever would come up. (After 2 hrs of trying). I pay $30/mo for wireless, and it bites the big one. The speed is usually 2 or 3 Mbps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, this first one shows the view out my living room window. That's the south end of Clinton, and the road coming in from the left is the main highway. I love sitting here and watching the trucks roll by, still got the bug. You'll notice the damage the Mountain Pine Beetle is doing on the hill. (Don't forget to click to embiggen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFcdRi5oYtI/AAAAAAAAAms/PZvzFgXrhjk/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212667280968147666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFcdRi5oYtI/AAAAAAAAAms/PZvzFgXrhjk/s400/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is part of the retaining wall I helped build. It doesn't look that high, but when you're lifting 12' 6x6's, believe me it's a hoist. Good exercise though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFccS_xA0sI/AAAAAAAAAmk/6ZCN1-Yx6nw/s1600-h/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212666206384870082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFccS_xA0sI/AAAAAAAAAmk/6ZCN1-Yx6nw/s400/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the little ladies making my eggs for brekky. Real big brown eggs, with deep yellow yolks. I've got a 1-gallon jar with 3 dozen pickled eggs in it, they're good aren't they Bill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFcbepDCkuI/AAAAAAAAAmc/qovJJMAeVDY/s1600-h/IMG_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212665306933269218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFcbepDCkuI/AAAAAAAAAmc/qovJJMAeVDY/s400/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a spot to, as the sign says, Sit and Chat. It's by a waterfall with a pond that I picked up 12 feeder fish for last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFcVGfdvjII/AAAAAAAAAmU/UJgxuixn8fE/s1600-h/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212658294974286978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFcVGfdvjII/AAAAAAAAAmU/UJgxuixn8fE/s400/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This of course is the office. There is usually hanging pots of plants across the front, but they take them down at night in case the wind comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFcUaBVVfJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Z9UOJFDNedk/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212657530971716754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFcUaBVVfJI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Z9UOJFDNedk/s400/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll put lots more up in time, but just wanted to give a little glimpse of where I am. Too bad the others wouldn't come up, but I'll get them eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to take a little break, see ya next Monday. Stay well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-2669255623183172457?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/2669255623183172457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=2669255623183172457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2669255623183172457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2669255623183172457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/06/685.html' title='685'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFcdRi5oYtI/AAAAAAAAAms/PZvzFgXrhjk/s72-c/IMG_0306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-380416448171482788</id><published>2008-06-16T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:30:07.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>684</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Thought I'd better drop in and say Hi before I get yelled at again. &lt;em&gt;Kidding! &lt;/em&gt;Seriously, I wish I could get over this little hump and get back to things the way they used to be, it was fun for me. Things like Bushwhackin', Saturday Chuckles, L'il Bear Sundays, etc. Oh well, just stay at it, things will eventually come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note I had a wonderful weekend. Bill the Barber showed up on Friday, boat in tow, with my fishing rod and reel and tackle box loaded up. After a nice visit we both turned in, he in his rigged up van where he is comfortable, and me of course in the Bear. Boy, can he sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up at my usual ridiculous time, coffee pot ready, outside light turned on so he'd know I was up, and 5 hours later he finally crawled out. Good for him, wish I could sleep like that. Anyway, got him coffeed up, our gear together, and off we went to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 hours of trying different lures, both trolling and drifting, neither one of us had a nibble, but it didn't matter. It was a treat to get out there, at least it was until I messed up. Instead of feeding about 30' of line out by hand after changing lures, I decided to reverse the reel and spin it out, not realizing the weight I was using was too light for that. What a bird's -nest of line! Dumbass! Finally had to cut it off. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home, had a nice walk around the campground, went to town for lunch, then spent a few hours sitting out at the picnic table BSing. Finally, he decided to head for home at about 4:30 pm, so I got his travel mug filled up, thanked him for a great time, and off he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some more pictures, but they didn't turn out so well. This is the lake we were on, about a mile long and 1/4 mile wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFY9Od8yoSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/eUHFZIkkP1s/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212420937494995234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFY9Od8yoSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/eUHFZIkkP1s/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This of course is Chez Bear, or as Bill calls it...Paradise. I can't tell you how peaceful it is here, not to mention how welcome the owners make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFY9PbI0uTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NgAFya9HkGE/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212420953920026930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFY9PbI0uTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NgAFya9HkGE/s400/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there you are guys. As you can see, things are plumb fine with me. Hope you're all well, and would love if each and every one of you could stop by for a visit. See ya soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-380416448171482788?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/380416448171482788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=380416448171482788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/380416448171482788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/380416448171482788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/06/684.html' title='684'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SFY9Od8yoSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/eUHFZIkkP1s/s72-c/IMG_0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-4984746359143258008</id><published>2008-06-08T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:00:37.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>683</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SExvgZFB_VI/AAAAAAAAAlY/LNP6KUDHK5E/s1600-h/4I"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209661471239306578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SExvgZFB_VI/AAAAAAAAAlY/LNP6KUDHK5E/s400/4I%27mSorry%2520note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning folks. Too often those words are used without much sincerity, but believe me, this is not one of those times. I truly am sorry for not letting you know how I'm doing, not answering e-mails, and causing concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing bad happening, just the opposite really, but I just hit a point where I had to prioritize my life. There were things bothering me to the point that I decided, perhaps unwisely, to withdraw and let things sort themselves out. It may have been selfish, but was necessary, and has worked. I've always known who and what I am, and if other people don't, so be it. As I mentioned before, although somewhat altered, life will go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for how I'm doing, it couldn't be better. Workin' my heinie off and lovin' every minute of it. The owners of the Park and I get along so well that not only do I have my site looking great, but have taken an interest in the whole place. In fact I refer to myself as &lt;em&gt;Jose', the undocumented worker.&lt;/em&gt; Darrell, the owner, has given me my own set of tools that I keep here at my place. Rakes, shovels, axe, power saw, wheelbarrow, etc. We've also had an excavator, grader, backhoe, and bob-cat working and have got so very much done. Opened 5 new sites, built a big retaining wall, and just finished leveling, laying top-soil, and 650 sq ft of sod at my place. It's too cloudy today to take pictures, but I will post some. I've even got a big pot of geraniums that I fuss over daily. Bark-mulch, top-soil, coffee grounds, ground up egg shells, and Miracle-Gro, boy you should see them grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not working (hah!) I grab my walking stick and off I go on the trails. When Bill was here (twice) I took him on a hike, and I think he'd tell you, you have to be part mountain goat on some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Timmy, I simply have no time for him. He can look after himself because that's what I'm doing. So much for being given the kiss of death almost 6 years ago. I fully realize that I'm not bullet-proof, but by God when it comes to toughness, a two-dollar steak has nothing on me. I do not say that braggingly, but that mindset is what keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't often fire up the 'puter, but when I did today and saw the comments, e-mails, etc, I felt ashamed. SORRY!! I'll do better. You guys deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon, and thanks so much for hangin' in with me. Much appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-4984746359143258008?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/4984746359143258008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=4984746359143258008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4984746359143258008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4984746359143258008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/06/683.html' title='683'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SExvgZFB_VI/AAAAAAAAAlY/LNP6KUDHK5E/s72-c/4I%27mSorry%2520note.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1877757447095887185</id><published>2008-04-29T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T03:34:54.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>682</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Sorry for being AWOL the past couple of weeks, but I ran into something that threw me off my feed. It's a bit too personal to discuss but I've worked my way through it, and although somewhat altered, life will go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip down was for the most part successful. Got the important things done and even managed to attend 2 rugby and 1 baseball game that my grandson played in, quite well in fact. Didn't get to see this particular game, but his rugby team played a team from England in Vancouver, and darned if he didn't get most valuable player in the entire game award. Very proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it back here safely just in time for some (for the time of year) record-setting cold. Many nights at -10C, or lower, water and sewer frozen, more snow than I needed, and even had the power go out one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I try to stay active regardless, I managed to goof around enough to get a beaut of a cold. Still feel like something the cat coughed up but I seem to be on the mend. Oh well, as Johnny Cash said, this world is rough, and if a man's going to make it he's got to be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, and I'll try not to be such a stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1877757447095887185?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1877757447095887185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1877757447095887185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1877757447095887185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1877757447095887185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/04/682.html' title='682'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-4482224458216667508</id><published>2008-04-13T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:50:26.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>681</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SAHMkjlPzrI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ZzDXcfSU_MM/s1600-h/image0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188653174106345138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SAHMkjlPzrI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ZzDXcfSU_MM/s400/image0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning folks. Since I'm trying to get back to the way things used to be on here, and it being Sunday, I thought it time for L'il Bear to make an appearance. He doesn't seem any the worse for his absence, but then he always did have a way of handling adversity....have a big ol' nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the news, and it's mostly all good. After taking the car for a good run, and going over it with a fine-toothed comb, with the work done so far it's mechanically sound. I am going to have to replace the tires soon, and to that end I've got the insurance agent in a head-lock, but I'm not hopeful. Oh well, live a lot, learn a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my surroundings, although I've only been here a short time, it's already seeming like home. The more I walk around the place, the more I'm sure I made the right choice. The owners are wonderful people, hard-working and genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made friends with the permanent residents, not the least of whom is the owner's dog, Luke. What a hoot! He'll come up to my place with a pine cone in his mouth, drop it on the mat outside the door, and wait for me to come out and play fetch. If I'm already outside he'll get a stick, drop it at my feet, and off we go on a walk. Yesterday after our walk I sat in a chair outside and he came up, licked my face, then lay by my feet until I went inside. Oh, by the way, he's a perfect specimen of German Shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I finish banging this out and send it to the presses, it's shower time, pack my bag, and head out to see my ex-beloved, Betty Boop. I'm leaving real early because I want to stop at the first car wash and spend some TLC time on the car. Was going to do it here but it's still a bit cool, and I don't have a long enough hose, so I'd be carrying water in a pail. &lt;em&gt;Hey, I heard that crack about the hose! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't have an internet connection down there, but I should be back by Thursday and give you an update then. Looking forward to dinner tonight, Boop is cooking up my favorite, a big ol' roast of pork. I know, I'm spoiled, and I love it! To show my appreciation, I'll let her dig around in my pocket for loose change, or whatever she might find while in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourselves a good week, wish me luck, and I'll see you when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-4482224458216667508?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/4482224458216667508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=4482224458216667508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4482224458216667508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4482224458216667508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/04/681.html' title='681'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/SAHMkjlPzrI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ZzDXcfSU_MM/s72-c/image0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-976268824879358565</id><published>2008-04-10T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T02:11:11.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>680</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. As down as I was last post about the car, I am so happy to report that it can be picked up this morning. Had a visit here at the Bear late yesterday from the owner of the shop, and after much discussion, there will be no charge from him. He appreciated my leaving him to handle things, and I of course appreciate how he did so. For once I kept my cool, and it worked. Lesson learned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I might find when I take it out on the road, I'll deal with then. It will probably never feel the same to me, but damn it's going to be nice to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing couldn't have been better, because I was just about out of food, and the weather turned real nasty. -8C, a dump of snow, water and sewer froze up, and me with a serious case of cabin fever. Actually I went for a walk down the hill yesterday in the snow, and because I wasn't chained up I fell and went boom. So I just lay back and grinned, figuring I might just as well lie there and wait for the next damn thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it guys, things are definitely looking up. Hopefully it won't be long and I'll be out on the boulevard cruisin' for chickarinos in the Caddy, or looking for something to eat. Pringles are not the breakfast of champions, and if I have to eat one more baloney sandwich I'm going to cancel my subscription to this adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, and I'll say goodbye before heading down to White Rock. Probably Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-976268824879358565?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/976268824879358565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=976268824879358565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/976268824879358565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/976268824879358565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/04/680.html' title='680'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5147440697278295231</id><published>2008-04-06T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:20:38.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>679</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Kind of a good news-bad news day. First the good...as promised here are a few shots of my summer squat. Although the cloudiness of the day make these seem a bit bleak, believe me, I am quite happy here. The green will come in time, heck there's still snow on the ground, but for now I'm doing plumb fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I like about my site is that it's the only one at the top of the Park, meaning of course I have no neighbors. As in....privacy! If I want to sit at the picnic table and greet the day by giving the lads a good scratchin'....&lt;em&gt;okay, we get the point, sheesh! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R_fvaPMQgkI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LvocLGGDHOs/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185876729973998146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R_fvaPMQgkI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LvocLGGDHOs/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R_fva_MQglI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UOuD9L5Tv-U/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185876742858900050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R_fva_MQglI/AAAAAAAAAk4/UOuD9L5Tv-U/s400/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R_fvbfMQgmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FdDOGba5S_8/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185876751448834658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R_fvbfMQgmI/AAAAAAAAAlA/FdDOGba5S_8/s400/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the weather allows the owners are going to either seed the center area, or lay sod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R_fvbvMQgnI/AAAAAAAAAlI/GKcNI3h4SbU/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185876755743801970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R_fvbvMQgnI/AAAAAAAAAlI/GKcNI3h4SbU/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the bad news, and I'm still heart-sick about it. When I made the decision to leave the car here in storage, instead of dragging it down to Arizona to bake in the sun, I thought it was the right thing to do. Instead it has turned out to be a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still too tore up about it to go into details, but bottom line, the car is not running, and the quickest I might get it back is next Friday. I left a perfect vehicle, and am now looking at a bill of approx $2500 to get back a car I'm not sure I want. It's bad folks! I won't make any rash decisions (hah!) but I might just walk away from it. You all know how I feel about my "baby", well, if you could see it now you'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough whining, there's plenty of good to outweigh the bad. I'm here safe and sound, the Bear is in great shape, got a nice spot to spend the summer, and the sun is still rising in the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of a bummer not being able to go down to White Rock today, but things will eventually work themselves out. I know I was too attached to that car, but damn, I would sooner take a lickin' than what I'm going through now. Okay, enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your week goes well, and hope mine gets better. See you all later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5147440697278295231?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5147440697278295231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5147440697278295231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5147440697278295231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5147440697278295231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/04/679.html' title='679'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R_fvaPMQgkI/AAAAAAAAAkw/LvocLGGDHOs/s72-c/IMG_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5640898371276203649</id><published>2008-04-03T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:54:03.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>678</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. I arrived here in Clinton last evening, safe and sound. Although the Bear performed like a champion, I'm glad I left Quartzsite a day early. The route I took was the shortest, but also the hilliest, and I got caught in some major snow storms. I actually lost a day digging and scratching my way up some of the passes and slip sliding down the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left it was 90F, but within 48 hrs it was 18F, then the weather got bad. Talk about a baptism by fire! But all's well, finally got through it, gave the Bear a bath, and continued on my merry way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temp here right now is 28F, but surprisingly it's quite cosy in here with only a small space heater running. Ah, it won't be long before it warms up at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lots to do today. When I pulled in last night I was draggin' butt and didn't do much except plug in (power, water, sewer) but as soon as the sun arrives I'll start setting the Bear up properly. Also retrieve my car and pick up some groceries. I kept things to a mininum in here, but still they confiscated any fruits and vegetables at the border. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to getting settled in, and will post some pictures of my summer squat soon. If all goes well I'll head down to White Rock on Sunday and get my chores started (taxes, doctors, visits, etc). Probably see you on Sunday, if not before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, and as always, thanks for stopping in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5640898371276203649?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5640898371276203649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5640898371276203649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5640898371276203649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5640898371276203649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/04/678.html' title='678'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-4729128856957698743</id><published>2008-03-28T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:46:47.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>677</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. It seems the more things change, the more they stay the same. I've just been notified that the problem at the RV park in Clinton has been solved, so after making arrangements to stay in White Rock, it's back to Plan A. I'll still be down there of course, but first will get the Bear settled, retrieve my car, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on leaving here tomorrow but since I've got things all ready for travel, I'm going to pull out this morning. If nothing else it gives me an extra day in case of any problems along the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes as expected I should be back on here next Friday, unless I find a wireless connection to poach on the way up. Wish me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hanging in with me during this rather dry spell of posting. Hopefully we can get back to the old ways, because frankly I miss it. See you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-4729128856957698743?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/4729128856957698743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=4729128856957698743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4729128856957698743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4729128856957698743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/03/677.html' title='677'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5191983132400007609</id><published>2008-03-24T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T03:55:18.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>676</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, the countdown begins in earnest, 5 more days and I have to reluctantly leave here. A bummer in so many ways, especially since the weather is just wonderful. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a slight change of plans. I've been contacted by the RV park that I was heading for telling me of a problem. Seems their septic system is so frozen it has to be dug up, thereby delaying the opening of the park until May 1st. So it looks like I'll head for White Rock and hope to find a place to squat for a month while I do my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my chores are done I'll find a way up to Clinton and retrieve my car, bring it down, buy the dolly, and when I get the word, hit the road. Upon second thought it might be better to do the car bit first, but however, it will all get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The park here is emptying fast, by the end of the week we will have gone from a high of 32 regular tenants, to just 8 that stay here year-round. As much as I've enjoyed my time here, with all I've learned I'm really looking forward to returning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you know that all is well with me. As always, hope you're all well, and thanks for stopping by. See you on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5191983132400007609?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5191983132400007609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5191983132400007609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5191983132400007609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5191983132400007609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/03/676.html' title='676'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5043147789751397884</id><published>2008-03-20T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:04:19.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>675</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. The trip up to Parker on Monday went well...real well! After getting our business done, including filling out forms for refunds on license and insurance on the Quad, we headed for the store. Guess what I found......SHRIMP! Needing something to make up for the loss of my trusty steed, I'm now happily gnawing away at 4 lbs of soul food. Damn, they're good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is not making it any easier to leave here, it is just so nice. Especially when I see that it is still snowing where I'm heading.  It can't happen because of my medical coverage, but I am so tempted to say the heck with it, and stay. Of course without a passport I can't even get on a plane to go up and retrieve my car, but you can bet when I do return I'll have things in order. I'm thinking 8 months here and 4 in B.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it surprised some of you that I sold the Quad, it would shock you if you knew what I'm thinking about doing with the Bear. A hint....I can buy a 32' trailer, with a good-sized outside breeze room, in place here at the Park, for what it will cost me just in gas to drive the Bear to Clinton and back. Add to that the fact that 6 months site rent up there would pay 3 years rent here, well....I'm thinking. Still a lot of homework to do, but there could be some changes coming. Nothing will happen this cycle, but when I come back things might change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I appreciate so much is that I'm in a position to contemplate things like this, all without jeopardizing the life I have now. Truly fortunate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, and as you can see, things are plumb fine with me. Hope you all have a good weekend, and I'll see you Monday. Now I'll get my lazy keister over to answer your appreciated comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5043147789751397884?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5043147789751397884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5043147789751397884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5043147789751397884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5043147789751397884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/03/675.html' title='675'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-6651394930015990900</id><published>2008-03-17T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:35:25.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>674</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R92UqG2H_KI/AAAAAAAAAko/QDAORHynUUo/s1600-h/18658.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178458597658983586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R92UqG2H_KI/AAAAAAAAAko/QDAORHynUUo/s400/18658.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning folks, and to those of you lucky enough to be born Irish as I, have a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I don't have anything planned, just putzin' away while biding my time before heading North. At my age the calendar pages flip by too fast, and that has certainly been the case this winter, but with a great spot to spend the summer, and a return to here in October, I'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barbeque went well last week. Not really knowing anyone in the crowd of 30 or so, I broke the ice by introducing myself as the Token Canadian, then pitched in and helped set up tables, chairs, etc. Not wanting to get too far away from the goodies I offered to run the grill, and that worked out real good. I was well fed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to put the Quad up for sale, but not really try to sell it, if that makes any sense. That didn't work out worth a darn, because I'm now walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it looking like it just came out of a showroom, so I made up a little For Sale sign, stuck it on the back of the carrier, parked it out on the street, and 35 minutes later I watched it being driven away by it's new owner. Good Lord, I'm in the wrong business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of thoughts involved, one being that with having the car when I return I wouldn't be using it near as much, and the other was in relation to Timmy. If my health was to go sideways and I couldn't return, what would become of it? I'm trusting to a point, but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up to Parker this morning, with the buyer, to notarize the sale and cancel my registration and insurance. Since I'm now without wheels I'll do enough shopping to get me by until I leave (12 days). I've already arranged for my phone service to be put in hibernation until I return. The cost is only $4.50/month, I keep the same number, and don't have to pay an installation charge to turn it back on. I have enough credit coming back to cover it, so it's a no-brainer. The TV satellite I'll keep on and use it up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other detail is my PO box, and the manager lady will keep it emptied of flyers etc, since I won't really have anything important coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what the heck, let's natter some more. While I've been taking care of business here, my bud Bill the Barber has also been on the job. He has found me a car-dolly for my "ride", so that detail is looked after. We're also making plans for him to come up a few times to spend the weekend. He has a son building a house not far from where I'll be, so he'll be able to help out a bit there, get his fishing in, and spend some time at Chez Bear. All coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before I wear my welcome out, I wish you all a good week, and I'll probably see you Thursday. Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-6651394930015990900?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/6651394930015990900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=6651394930015990900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6651394930015990900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6651394930015990900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/03/674.html' title='674'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R92UqG2H_KI/AAAAAAAAAko/QDAORHynUUo/s72-c/18658.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8761790739682227885</id><published>2008-03-13T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T03:37:17.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>673</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, my time here is quickly winding down, too quickly in fact. In 2 weeks and 2 days I'll be on the road again, and frankly for the first time in my life it's not a trip I'm looking forward to. The drive up is not the problem, it's just that this place has grown on me, to the point that I really don't want to leave. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days I've been in full putz mode going over the Bear from stem to stern. Greased it, changed the oil, oil filter, air filter, gas filter, and the part that tore my hands up, topping up the master cylinder. What a totally ignorant place to put it. Also serviced the Quad and adjusted the steering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a couple of hours flushing the holding tanks out. After dumping the #2 tank (black water) I poured a full bottle of cheap dish soap down the toilet, filled the tank with water, then using the driver's door for leverage I rocked the Bear from side to side. Things went well until I went inside and saw the suds bubbling out of the bathroom sink and toilet. Oops! Now I've got a mobile carpet cleaner coming, but the tank is clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got all the windows done, inside and out, all the wood rubbed down with furniture polish, and while the carpet guy is here I'll get the upholstery done. Sheesh, I'd make somebody a good wife...NOT! Whoa, that's kind of a chauvinistic comment, but you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been invited to a barbeque today, and I'm taking a (blush) date. When I learned that everyone going was paired up, I declined, but then the manager lady told me I wasn't getting out of it that easily. Drat, I'm trapped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, there you have it. Have yourselves a good weekend, and as always, thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8761790739682227885?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8761790739682227885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8761790739682227885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8761790739682227885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8761790739682227885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/03/673.html' title='673'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5227907677775823179</id><published>2008-03-10T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T03:44:48.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>672</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. As is too often the case here lately I have to start off with a &lt;em&gt;mea culpa. &lt;/em&gt;No pictures because I forgot the damn camera. Had the batteries in the charger all night, loaded them in the camera when I got up, hung it by the door, and never gave it another thought until we spotted some flowering cacti on the trip to Algodones. D'oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the trip it went real well, although I learned something at the border that has caused a slight change of plans for me. Since I crossed into the US on Oct 3rd, it is imperative I be back at the border no later than midnite Apr 2nd (6 months). So I'll be leaving here on Sat Mar 29th, which will give me plenty of time to get up there. It only takes 3 days, so with 5 I have time to stop and put new tires on the front of the Bear, and still have a cushion in case of any trouble along the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the weather is what you'd expect here I spend my days outside in shorts and sandals, and as I said before, I really don't want to leave. When I come back in the fall (hopefully) I'll have things arranged so that I can stay here about 8 months. Although I'm happy with the site I've been in here, when I come back they're giving me a much larger site that I will rent on an annual basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in touch with the RV park that I reserved a spot in before I left Clinton, and also the place where my car is stored, and all is in order. Although I had a tough couple of months things are coming together nicely. Feeling better all the time and really looking forward to the next adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, hope you're all doing well, and thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5227907677775823179?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5227907677775823179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5227907677775823179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5227907677775823179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5227907677775823179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/03/672.html' title='672'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-4449530971602190639</id><published>2008-03-06T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T02:22:49.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>671</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. I had hoped to post a few pictures of my trip down to Mexico, but it was postponed until today, so I should have something for Monday. Probably just as well because I didn't have a great day yesterday, but seem to be okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never have been able to sleep very much, 4-5 hrs tops, but lately I have to put 2 or 3 shifts in to even get that much done. Along with Timmy it wears you down after a while. Since I'll be leaving here in a few weeks, maybe a change of scenery and a few days behind the wheel will help. Otherwise I might have to consider a plaything whilst in the boudoir. &lt;em&gt;Oh give me a break! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of a pathetic post, but I just wanted to pop in and say hey-howdy. Hope you're all well, and I'll see you Monday, unless of course I meet a "plaything" south of the border. &lt;em&gt;Alright, you can go now. Sheesh! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-4449530971602190639?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/4449530971602190639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=4449530971602190639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4449530971602190639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4449530971602190639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/03/671.html' title='671'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-3999362108694965548</id><published>2008-03-03T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T02:29:04.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>670</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. While I still have a ways to go before being remotely called kick-ass, I'm happy to report that I'm merrily making progress along the trail. With the weather finally returning to what is expected from this part of the country, what a treat it is to be able to spend time outside with things like fussin' with the Bear. Also going for a ride on my trusty steed wearing only shorts, woo-hoo! Gotta work on my tan before heading back to the frozen North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only 5 weeks left before my planned departure another little problem has cropped up, I don't want to go. For all my griping, I have to admit that the place has kind of grown on me. We really do have a tight little community here in the park. Can't tell you the number of times people have come around to see how I'm doing. Much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have considered staying here, but with medical coverage, and possible immigration issues, I will be leaving but when I hopefully return in the fall it might be for a longer stay. I'm going to leave the Quad here in storage, and on my return I'll bring the car, so I'll be all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading back down to Algodones on Wednesday with my neighbor. Not only do I enjoy the drive, but also getting some shopping done in Yuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it guys, things are definitely looking up. Let's hope it continues. As always, thanks for stopping by. Have a good week, probably see ya Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-3999362108694965548?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/3999362108694965548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=3999362108694965548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3999362108694965548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3999362108694965548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/03/670.html' title='670'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7626064540093308886</id><published>2008-02-29T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:24:50.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>669</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Just wanted to pop in and wish you a good weekend. Had a bit of a setback yesterday, but seem to be back on track. As long as it stays 2 steps forward, and only 1 back, I'm doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably see you Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7626064540093308886?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7626064540093308886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7626064540093308886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7626064540093308886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7626064540093308886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/02/669.html' title='669'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1258228577128401094</id><published>2008-02-28T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:31:00.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>668</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, another good day on my way back to some kind of normalcy. My friend came around and we ended up going out for a leisurely breakfast, and great visit re-driving some of the many miles he and I ran together. Not only that but he brought a fellow with him that I knew from the Alaska Highway days, that unbeknownst to me has been here in Quartzsite all winter. They are both going off today, one to Phoenix, and one to Congress AZ, but will be back next week and we'll get together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good after the visit I jumped on my trusty steed and headed out to the desert to see how my pet rattler was doing. The poor little guy was so glad to see me that he wagged the rattle off his tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R8YIlStTf3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/6f_PMU9Jhpk/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171830658851635058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R8YIlStTf3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/6f_PMU9Jhpk/s400/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is an actual rattle I found on the ground here in the park. I'm told it is from a 6 yr old snake. Now that the weather has really warmed up I'd better start being careful where I walk, or stick my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure feels good to be getting back into the swing of things, let's hope it continues. Take care of yourselves, and I'll see ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1258228577128401094?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1258228577128401094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1258228577128401094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1258228577128401094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1258228577128401094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/02/668_28.html' title='668'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R8YIlStTf3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/6f_PMU9Jhpk/s72-c/IMG_0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-401629085091164770</id><published>2008-02-27T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T02:09:34.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>668</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Instead of answering your comments as I usually do, and enjoy, I'll just issue a blanket.....Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention yesterday that I had a visit on Monday with my ol' trucker buddy that had recently had a mild stroke. The surgery to clean the plaque from his carotid artery went well, and other than a little noticeable weakness on one side, he seems fine. He and his wife invited me over to their place last evening for a nice B.C. halibut dinner but I had to take a rain-check. They'll be here in Quartzsite until Friday, so there's still time. Besides, I really want to see his unit, a 38' wide-body Dynasty. Show-off! (not really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me I'm slowly making my way back. Managed to get a bit done yesterday, laundry etc, went for a little walk, even cooked up a decent meal. For a while there I thought I was doomed to a life of eating out of dented cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to take my trusty steed out for a short run today, mainly to check the mail and pick up a few things at what passes for a store here.  As I said, slowly, but much improved from a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, and I'll see ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-401629085091164770?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/401629085091164770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=401629085091164770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/401629085091164770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/401629085091164770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/02/668.html' title='668'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-418713221155548144</id><published>2008-02-26T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T03:21:30.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>667</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. As ordered, just checking in to say Hi. Had wanted to thank you all for your kind comments by linking to your sites, but just don't have the jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get through this, with emphasis on the &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt;. It continually amazes me how much of a positive difference you guys can make in my life. The thing I have to do is quit shutting you out when I'm hurtin'. I'll work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon, and thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-418713221155548144?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/418713221155548144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=418713221155548144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/418713221155548144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/418713221155548144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/02/667.html' title='667'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-2725183772840816769</id><published>2008-02-24T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T08:24:35.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>666</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Oh my, where to start? I'm truly at a loss to explain my absence, other than going on about not feeling well. Been there, done that. I did seem to hit a wall as to posting, but that's a pretty lame excuse for not at least checking in. So please allow me to sincerely say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R8GD2CtTf2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/fg_OWWFS4Ug/s1600-h/118361251545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170558811661107042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R8GD2CtTf2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/fg_OWWFS4Ug/s400/118361251545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a good way to treat people that I know care, but believe me, I'm doing the best I can. The guilt that I'm feeling will hopefully ensure that it doesn't happen again. I went over a week without even opening my page, and when I finally did, and saw the comments, I felt bad. So, not to belabor the point, I apologize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been quiet around here, it seems we're all waiting for the warm weather to return. The park, along with the rest of the town, has thinned out since the big tent came down and the woolie creatures moved on. Other than going into town to shop (hah!) I haven't been riding my trusty steed too much, because part of what I'm going through is a loss of balance, and I sure don't need to fall off my mount at full gallop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought about de-camping and heading for B.C., where I have full medical coverage, but really, what's the point? I know what the problem is, have been told that it's inoperable, so what would I gain? Besides it's safer to ride things out here where I'm at least comfortable, than take a chance on having a major problem out on the road with the Bear. Plus, not wanting to be fatalistic, don't forget that I'm already 5 years past my "best by" date. Compared to the first 2 years, this is a snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point to mention is that since I opted to be a full-time RVer, wherever I am I'm "home". Through the magic of the internet I can maintain my fierce independence, and nomadic nature, yet stay in touch with family, real or blog. The best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see guys, it's not all bad. Once again, sorry for causing concern, and I'll try to do better. Appreciate each and every one of you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-2725183772840816769?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/2725183772840816769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=2725183772840816769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2725183772840816769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2725183772840816769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/02/666.html' title='666'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R8GD2CtTf2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/fg_OWWFS4Ug/s72-c/118361251545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1851845877770017648</id><published>2008-02-07T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:43:14.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>665</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. By the time you read this I'll be on my way to Algodones, Mexico. I'd like to be able to say that it is going to be a 'pour me another tequila, Sheila' trip, but the truth, as usual, is much more boring. In fact since I don't have a passport I won't even cross the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and neighbor here in the park goes down once a month to buy his medications, so I'm going along to do some shopping at Wally-World in Yuma. He'll drop me off at the store, and while he does his chores I can get started, so that I don't hold him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While a simple thing like a trip to the store is no biggy for most people, after 4 months in this (don't say it Bob) I'm looking forward to finally getting to a real(?) store. I'm still not sorry that I didn't tow the car down, because other than running to Yuma or Parker to shop, there's nothing here I need it for. Besides the Quad makes more sense, I can do so much more with it than I could with the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for how I'm feeling, well, I'm not yet ready to run a 4-minute mile, but I never wanted to do that anyway. The good news is that other than more pain than I need, I'm not worse. I'm hoping that as the weather finally starts to warm up I can get out on the trails with my trusty steed. Been a while since I checked on my pet rattler, hope he made it okay while I've been holed up. Hey, everybody needs a friend, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, have a good weekend, and I'll see you Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1851845877770017648?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1851845877770017648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1851845877770017648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1851845877770017648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1851845877770017648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/02/665.html' title='665'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8591068906447629850</id><published>2008-02-04T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:48:59.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>664</title><content type='html'>Morning folks, although I should say good afternoon since I am starting this on Sunday. The creative juices tap has been open for days, but the only thing coming out are little dribbles of natter, so what the hey, let's go with what we have. But first.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know how I feel about the support I get here from all of you, and while I'm loath to single any one person out, in this case I don't hesitate. &lt;a href="http://dchamps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt; has been a friend for what seems like forever, and when the guilt feelings about not visiting finally got to be too much for me on Friday I went over and I'm glad I did. If you want to read a heart-warming story, do yourself a favor and check his site out, not just for that story but for all that he puts on his site. Now, natter time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on Friday, I "de-camped", took the Bear out on the big road (I-10), and stretched it's legs. As always it ran like a champion, right up to xx mph (better not say, might get my wrist slapped, but it was just under Mach 1). heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back I filled the propane tank, and that brings me to a big ol, hmmm. In the 4 months I've been here gasoline has gone down 20 cents/gal, and propane has gone up 80 cents/gal. Since most RVs are parked for the duration here, but using the furnace, stove, etc I suppose it could be said that we're a captive audience. This is just one of the many things that might make Quartzsite a 'been there, done that' experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the Super Bore game will be starting in a couple of hours, and since I always root for the underdog....Go Giants! Wonder how the tail-gate parties will go with the big wind and rain storm on it's way in? The wind here is steady at 30 mph, and it's darker than the inside of a cow. Yep, here comes the rain, right on time. No problemo for me, I've got the awnings up, outdoor furniture in the storage shed, cold ones in the fridge, and the makings for a big ol' snack tray. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update..1:45 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big storm has passed, the snack tray was delicious, the cold ones turned out to be a Pepsi (what a wuss!), and my team won. I realize that professional sports are all about money, but it was nice of them to interrupt the commercials for a few minutes of football. Sheesh! Luckily there was a Law and Order marathon running on another channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week guys, take care of yourselves, and I'll see you on Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8591068906447629850?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8591068906447629850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8591068906447629850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8591068906447629850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8591068906447629850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/02/664.html' title='664'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-4279825108490195355</id><published>2008-02-01T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:01:46.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>663</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. You might want to stand back, I think I'm having a runaway. 2 posts in 2 days, sheesh, what a suck-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've long said that this blog thingy was almost therapeutic for me at times, and yesterday proved the point, for me at least. After finally getting over the hump and checking in, and realizing that I'm not alone in this struggle, it made a marked improvement in my outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get what could be called depressed, but I sure as hell get tired of it, and that's where you guys come in. Time and again you've come through for me just by being there. It doesn't matter how tough a man is, or thinks he is, there are simply things that you can't healthily do on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, thanks for hangin' in with me, because I so want to get back to the fun we used to have on here with the DVs, Bush-whackin', etc. One day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your weekend goes well, and I'll see you on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-4279825108490195355?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/4279825108490195355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=4279825108490195355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4279825108490195355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4279825108490195355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/02/663.html' title='663'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-3222208081431961918</id><published>2008-01-31T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T01:35:17.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>662</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R6DRnZcqxzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4yPeTn5tjLI/s1600-h/DSCN0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161355647742822194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R6DRnZcqxzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4yPeTn5tjLI/s400/DSCN0167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning folks. Thought I'd better crawl out from under the porch to let you know that, just like Gunga Din, I'm hangin' in. Each time I say that things seem to be improving, Murphy's Law kicks in and it's back to square one, but I can say though that my resolve is as strong as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about not checking in more often, or answering mail, but just like the ol' fella up top, I'm just holed up riding it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-3222208081431961918?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/3222208081431961918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=3222208081431961918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3222208081431961918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3222208081431961918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/01/662.html' title='662'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R6DRnZcqxzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/4yPeTn5tjLI/s72-c/DSCN0167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7475680786251167085</id><published>2008-01-21T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:31:04.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>661</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. My, how time flies when you're &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; having any fun. I'm still tussling with you-know-who, but think that finally the light at the end of the tunnel isn't another train on it's way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got out on my trusty steed for a head-clearing ride, and wondered where I was. This place went from not much going on, to wall-to-wall RVs. Hopefully this week I can get a few pictures to show you the madness, but no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for such a pathetic offering but just wanted to let you know that, while not 100%, I'm definitely on the mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, and as always, thanks for stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7475680786251167085?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7475680786251167085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7475680786251167085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7475680786251167085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7475680786251167085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/01/661.html' title='661'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-4032023727839084183</id><published>2008-01-14T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T06:45:09.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>660</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. One more piece of good news concerning my re-entry into couch-potatodom with the acquisition of the satellite dish, is that the TV set built in here is working great. I'm so glad now that I didn't throw it away, and as for not being able to turn it off and on manually, who cares, because I managed to program the remote that came with the package to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now instead of waiting the normal 2-3 minutes for someone to p*ss me off I can turn CNN on and Wolf Blitzer can get me fired up enough to face the day. Kidding! (sort of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've finally put the big tent up in the area known as Tyson's, and while it has brought a lot more vendors, or what I call 'woolie creatures', there really isn't the crowds I expected. I went over yesterday on the Quad to get some pictures, but since it's across the freeway the only place I could get up high enough was on the overpass and I couldn't safely stop there. So I'll walk over today and get some to show you, sheesh!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk will probably do me some good because for the last week or so Timmy has been kickin' my butt. Enough so that if it keeps up I may cut my time here short and head back to B.C., because although I have extra health insurance I absolutely don't want to end up in a hospital down here. It's nowhere near panic time, just covering the bases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been entertaining thoughts of staying down here full-time, with maybe heading for higher, cooler ground for 3 months during the summer, but this latest episode has put those thoughts way on the back burner. So unless something happens I'll be heading North anytime after the first week of April. Besides there are a lot of things I miss, like green grass, my car, water that you don't have to have trucked in, and shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it guys, my semi-weekly check in. Hope you're all well and that your week goes smoothly. See you Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-4032023727839084183?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/4032023727839084183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=4032023727839084183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4032023727839084183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4032023727839084183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/01/660.html' title='660'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5471991120117814208</id><published>2008-01-10T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T01:58:14.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>659</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Glad you stopped by, now I have some company while I stare at this blank page. Boy, talk about drillin' a dry hole, guess I'll just have to resort to some good ol'-fashioned natterin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to stay busy enough with other things that I haven't really missed TV all that much, but after 3 months that is changing. I'm finding myself wanting at least the background noise it always provided, so once again I tried to buy a satellite dish and receiver here in town, and once again was refused because I'm Canadian. Their reasoning is that I will take it home with me, well d'uh! of course I take things home that I buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after beating the bushes I finally found a dish, receiver, and remote, and will try to get the 'smart card' programmed this morning. Since I have an address here, my PO box, and a vehicle, the Quad, licensed here, I'm hoping it will work. What a bunch of nonsense to have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a TV that will do in a pinch until I get to a store and find one to replace the one built in here. You know, the one I got mad at and punched the on/off button inside the set. Oops! heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also found a great set of ramps to drive the Bear up onto for servicing etc, because I'm not comfortable under there when it is just sitting on the hydraulic legs. What I had been doing was raise it on the legs, then block it, but they were just in the road. Now I can go under there and putz to my heart's content. &lt;a href="http://dchamps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt; is a vehicle guy, he understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to get HaloScan open to catch up on comments, so don't think I'm ignoring you. The back and forth on there is a big part of what I enjoy about this, in fact it's my way of keeping in touch because I hardly ever e-mail, except to answer any I receive of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I did it, managed to get a post up, such as it is. Hope you're all well. The Good Lord willin', and the harness holds, I'll see you Monday. Take care guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5471991120117814208?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5471991120117814208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5471991120117814208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5471991120117814208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5471991120117814208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/01/659.html' title='659'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-6573148037285660007</id><published>2008-01-08T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T02:30:19.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>658</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a59/Tr9754/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ATT33.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 511px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="365" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a59/Tr9754/ATT33.gif" width="625" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning folks. Boy, it's sure nice to have my page back up and running. I'm not really sure of what happened, although I have an idea, but until I hear from my research assistant &lt;a href="http://passionsofmyheart.squarespace.com/"&gt;Huggy&lt;/a&gt; I'll just carry on like a man in his right mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of caught me unawares though, so I'll just say that all is well with me. We're having a bit of weather here so I haven't been wandering too far from home on my trusty steed, in fact it's been downright nasty at times. The winds and rain seem to have stopped, so as soon as daylight breaks, hopefully the sun will finally show up. Think we caught the tail-end of the storm that battered California on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, thanks for your comments, and I'll see you on Thursday. Hopefully by then I can get my natterer fired up. Later guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-6573148037285660007?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/6573148037285660007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=6573148037285660007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6573148037285660007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6573148037285660007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2008/01/658.html' title='658'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-4986995689700294236</id><published>2007-12-31T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:55:32.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>657</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R3gARre0ibI/AAAAAAAAAkI/MpiaFbya56I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149866477627935154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R3gARre0ibI/AAAAAAAAAkI/MpiaFbya56I/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning folks. I realize that I used that image last year, but thought 'what the heck, I like it', and besides I just wanted to wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people who have encouraged and supported me for some time now, you're probably wondering why I'm just breezing through with a Happy New year. First, I want to assure you all that I am fine, health good, spirits up, and anxious to begin exploring new options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that some will have questions, and I sincerely hope you understand, but I've disabled comments for now. The site will remain, and hopefully soon we can get back to normal, but for now this is just something I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so mysterious, but don't be concerned for or about me, because as I said above I am doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a big ol' group grope, and off with you. As the clock strikes midnight tomorrow, know that I wish each of you the best in the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update...I can't seem to disable the HaloScan pop-up window without exiting the program, so I'll leave it open. Please don't think it rude of me, but I will not be answering any comments for awhile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-4986995689700294236?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/4986995689700294236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=4986995689700294236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4986995689700294236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4986995689700294236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/12/657.html' title='657'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R3gARre0ibI/AAAAAAAAAkI/MpiaFbya56I/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7507413300793909097</id><published>2007-12-24T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T02:44:01.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>656</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY XMAS FOLKS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to look around for a standard-issue picture depicting the season but thought that, since everyone knows the time of year, the simple wish above would cover things. Besides, to be truthful I just wanted to let you know that all is well here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and Joan arrived Friday afternoon, and as Hoss says, it's been non-stop funnin' since. They brought their 2 Taco Bell dogs with them, Chico and Minnie, and not only are they not a problem, but they're a pleasure. Chico loves sitting tied to the back of the Bear taking some sun and watching the world go by, and Minnie has attached herself to me. Whether in the car, sitting in here, or outside, she is glued to me. So cute! Guess I've got me a ladyfriend for the summer when I go up to their place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dogs are not the only thing they brought. The list would be too long to describe, but let's just say that Santa was very, very, good to me. My little storage shed didn't have a whole lot in it before they showed up, but it's bulging now, not to mention the refrigerator and cupboards. It's certainly not that I needed a care package, but boy!, did they fill my stocking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for my going on about shrimp all the time, they sure called my bluff on that! I have never seen as many, in all different sizes before. I've finally had to holler Uncle, but just to make room for the Elk burgers and monstrous slabs of ribs. Of course that's after the wonderful Jambalaya that Joan made last night that we washed down with a rather large bottle of nice wine. Yep, Santa sure stopped here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't have any pictures yet, sorry, because the computer and thoughts of blogging have been shelved each day, because we're just too busy visiting, hitting the woolie-creatures (vendors), and, ahem, snacking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincerely hope that each and every one of you have a great Xmas. Not real sure that I'll post on Thursday, but if I do it will be just to say Hi. Not even sure how long they'll be here, but I will get caught up eventually. Again, the best to all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7507413300793909097?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7507413300793909097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7507413300793909097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7507413300793909097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7507413300793909097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/12/656.html' title='656'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-905807411683749545</id><published>2007-12-20T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T02:14:57.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>655</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, nothing but good news today. Jim and his wife left yesterday morning, in fact called me when they got across the border at Sweetgrass MT, and again at 1:45 pm as they were leaving Butte. He wasn't sure how much further they'd go, I'm guessing Idaho Falls or even Pocatello. They're planning on arriving here on Saturday, which will give them time to rest up before we do the big shopping trip to Parker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been checking things off in the flyers, and so far have all the important items on my list. Things like cherries, shrimp, King Crab legs, tequila and mix for the margaritas, some adult sody-pop, you know, the necessities of life. After 2 1/2 months of the pitiful shopping here I can't wait to get to a real store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good bit of news is the weather. The 15-day forecast shows nothing but sunny days, in fact it hit 80F yesterday. While I certainly enjoy that kind of weather, with them coming from the cold it just makes it all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have coffee and donuts in the clubhouse this morning, the first since Bill's passing, then a friend and I are going off on a big ride. Back about 1 pm, get a haircut, then it's time to get serious on the housework, laundry, etc. Not my favorite thing to be doing, but don't mind it a bit. If they are willing to drive 1500 miles to get here the least I can do is have everything spic and span for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Xmas is shaping up as well as mine is. Hopefully when I see you on Monday I'll have some pictures to put up, but for now have yourselves a good weekend, because I sure plan to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-905807411683749545?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/905807411683749545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=905807411683749545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/905807411683749545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/905807411683749545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/12/655.html' title='655'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-564168813461992584</id><published>2007-12-17T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:14:00.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>654</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. I was going to mention that the weather here has cooled considerably, but after watching and reading about what a big part of North America is experiencing I think I'll stay quiet and be thankful of where I am. Aw what the heck, one little mention. I stepped out yesterday at 5:45 am to pick up my paper and let's just say I didn't stand and read the headlines under the stars. 32F! Damn, the poor lads have shriveled up enough from inactivity of late, but we're talking hibernation here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I took my 2 sorry strings of lights down, clamps off, awnings up, unhooked water, sewer, phone/internet, and power, stowed things safely inside, and took the Bear for a drive. As much as I enjoy tooling around on the Baby Bear, it was nice to get a steering wheel back in my hands again. After sitting almost 2 1/2 months it fired up instantly, and after letting it warm up a bit, I took it for a good run. Performed like a champion, in fact I so wanted to just keep on truckin'. Putting me behind the wheel is like putting your hand in a glove. Oh well, come April I'll put some miles on the ol' girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to town, filled the propane tank, hooked everything back up, and now I sit waiting for my company to arrive. Almost getting like a small child waiting for Santa and counting the sleeps. Not long now, next Sunday in fact. Come ooonnnn Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a little too cool to be riding out on the desert so I don't have any new pics, but I'll be taking lots next week. Not much planned except my Molly Maid routine... laundry, vacuuming, and laying in some goodies for the season. Might even get a bottle of bubbly or three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heck, I forgot to mention, we won't be having a Xmas dinner at the clubhouse. Bill, the manager, and my can-crushing assistant, died last week. Although I only knew him a short while, I came to like him, and will miss our daily visits. Since he and I were about the same age I have a lot of thoughts about this, but I'll talk about that another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, just wanted to check in and say Hi, and let you know that all is well with me personally. Now, let's see....how many more sleeps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya Thursday. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-564168813461992584?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/564168813461992584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=564168813461992584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/564168813461992584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/564168813461992584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/12/654.html' title='654'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1933308208713882523</id><published>2007-12-13T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:27:09.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>653</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. I wasn't sure that I'd make it today after the mess I fought with on here yesterday. I just never seem to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking with Judles about that blasted IE7, and how I had got rid of it, I decided to download the Google toolbar again. Bad move! I did get it on here just as Microsoft downloaded a bunch of updates, including a Java application. Within minutes everything was dark. I still don't have everything working, in fact quite surprised that I got this far. Whether or not it posts is another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd fuss with it for a while, get frustrated, go for a ride, think of something to try, come back, etc etc etc. The whole day went like that. I finally went in and started removing programs, even though the warnings not to kept popping up. Think I'll disable the Automatic updates, it can't get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for finding help in this burg, good luck, it's hard enough to find food that's not more than a month past it's 'best by' date. Oh, and by the way Dave, I don't know how I did it but the screensaver is finally working. Okay, enough whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While admittedly this is a pretty sorry light display, I just wanted to show Jim and his wife that I'm sort of in the spirit. Of course my spirits will pick up considerably if my gift is bigger than a breadbox, hint hint. (insert smiley here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R2BwdqwGCyI/AAAAAAAAAkA/u7i8oM6Vyis/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143234429451635490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R2BwdqwGCyI/AAAAAAAAAkA/u7i8oM6Vyis/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not real smart though because I've got to take them down before they get here, along with the clamps on the tarp part of the awning, to put it up, 'de-camp' and go for propane. Oh well, exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weather has finally started to cool, big time, in fact yesterday morning it was warmer in White Rock than it was here. Had to get the one-piece woolies out, and practice opening the 'trap-door', cuz when nature calls me it doesn't whisper, it hollers "get your butt in here right now!" Aren't you glad I shared that? (insert big ol' smiley here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, have a good weekend, and I promise I'll have a better post for Monday, or not. Now, cross everything I've got and hope it posts. Here goes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1933308208713882523?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1933308208713882523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1933308208713882523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1933308208713882523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1933308208713882523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/12/653.html' title='653'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R2BwdqwGCyI/AAAAAAAAAkA/u7i8oM6Vyis/s72-c/IMG_0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-2015178543210438026</id><published>2007-12-10T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:32:51.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>652</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Hope your weekend went.....&lt;em&gt;hey! never mind the chit-chat, get to it! &lt;/em&gt;Well, settle down and I'll proceed. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the mystery visitor I'm having for Xmas is a fellow I joined the Army with in 1955. We were sent to Shiloh, Manitoba for 2 fairly rigorous years of training, military and academic, and the ones of us who survived are pictured here. (This should embiggen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1s5mawGCxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/hcWid0qjZ1o/s1600-h/Artillery_Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141766731752409874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1s5mawGCxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/hcWid0qjZ1o/s400/Artillery_Boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had put this picture up once before on my old site, Over The Road, and asked if you could pick me out. For those of my old readers that know the answer I ask that you not say anything until the newer ones have a go at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellow that is coming to visit is in the second row from the bottom, second in from the left of picture. He and I ended up being posted to the same regiment, and we last saw each other in 1960. Over the years, sad to say, we've had no contact, but through this blog we've re-connected to the point that he and his wife are driving a very long distance to spend Xmas with me. You all know how I feel about the good that can come from this medium, and this is an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the other day about the good news going beyond Xmas. Well, when I leave here, approx mid-April, I'll be going to their place and setting the Bear up for the summer. He is going to take me to Clinton to retrieve my car, so then I'll be able to go out to White Rock etc. It's just a win-win all round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it guys,....&lt;em&gt;what?, oh that...&lt;/em&gt; , the fellow that is coming down is the daily commenter Jim. Until I ask I'll respect his privacy and hold his full name, and that of his wife, but since I plan to post lots of pictures I'm sure he'll be fine with my giving his name and the location of where I'll be going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I post next I'll tell you of another old friend that will be stopping in for a visit. He and I are truckin' buddies, and it was so nice to get a call from him on Saturday. He and his wife normally stop in Quartzsite for a week on their annual excursion south, so as I said, Santa is being nice to me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have yourselves a good week, and I'll see ya on Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-2015178543210438026?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/2015178543210438026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=2015178543210438026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2015178543210438026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2015178543210438026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/12/morning-folks.html' title='652'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1s5mawGCxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/hcWid0qjZ1o/s72-c/Artillery_Boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1898181434317390494</id><published>2007-12-06T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:30:01.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>643</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Greetings from the gravel pit, the warm, sunny gravel pit. I so much appreciate where I am after watching the weather clear across the country the last few days. I mentioned the bit of rain we had last Friday, but how about Bremerton WA...10.7 inches in 24 hours! Since there is the same amount of moisture in a foot of snow as there is in an inch of water, can you imagine getting 10 feet of snow and having it all melt in a day. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well here for me, although it's hard to believe we're only 2 1/2 weeks away from Xmas. Tooling around on the Quad yesterday in a T-shirt at 80F will do it to you. Okay, since I managed to sneak my trusty steed into the natterin', here's some shots from my big ride on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot I took about 8 miles west of Quartzsite at about 11 am. I realize you can't really see much of the town, but the blue sky and mountains in the background made me want to share the raw beauty of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1cIsy58AEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cyjwqk6Q0oQ/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140587065338757186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1cIsy58AEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cyjwqk6Q0oQ/s400/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically the same shot from a different angle. That hump you see on the right is Q mountain, that I showed over one of the trailers here in the park when I first arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1cIti58AFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GE-sDuUY7c0/s1600-h/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140587078223659090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1cIti58AFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/GE-sDuUY7c0/s400/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really see the steepness here, but it's actually the side of a mountain. If you look this way from where the Quad is sitting you'll notice a lip on the ground. I had intended to ride up there but after last weeks near mishap, I decided to let discretion be the better part of valor. So I carefully got it turned around, parked it down there, and walked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1cIuS58AGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GQw-qsAcbOM/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140587091108560994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1cIuS58AGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GQw-qsAcbOM/s400/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the top of the mountain I was on. I had wanted to take the above pictures from the top, but again, decided not to chance it because I was slipping back too much on the rocks. Being alone makes you more safety conscious, that and being miles from town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1cIvy58AII/AAAAAAAAAjo/9cQLdyzaGUI/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140587116878364802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1cIvy58AII/AAAAAAAAAjo/9cQLdyzaGUI/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pet cemetery I found on the way back. By the look of the signs this was far more than just dumping their animals out there. Knowing how attached I got to Dixie in the short time I had her I can understand this, totally. That mountain in the background on the left is where I took the other pictures. I made it to the top of that clearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1cIvS58AHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/wJ29TqyWLL8/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140587108288430194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1cIvS58AHI/AAAAAAAAAjg/wJ29TqyWLL8/s400/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope these shots give you an idea of what it's like here. Also hope you like them, because there will be plenty more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Monday and Thursday are the days I take my so-called "head pills", that basically keep me alive, and also since this blog has made living so enjoyable while battling Timmy, what say I post on those days for the next while? Hopefully I won't get stale, and you won't get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to be a tease, but next Monday's post will be chock full of goods news. Really! Something is going to be happening over the holidays, and much beyond, that I'll share with you. Let's just say for now that Santa is coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend guys, and I'll see you on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1898181434317390494?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1898181434317390494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1898181434317390494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1898181434317390494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1898181434317390494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/12/643.html' title='643'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1cIsy58AEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cyjwqk6Q0oQ/s72-c/IMG_0278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-4848091679019044463</id><published>2007-12-03T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T01:28:33.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>642</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Through the magic of these intertubes I'm able to keep an eye on the weather in different parts of the world, and when I saw that winter seems to be settling in for my Little Babushka, I sent my crack news team out to investigate. So far at least the local transit system seems to be running, which is good news, and I was also glad to see that her employer provides entertainment in the breakroom. Think positive &lt;a href="http://judlesblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Judles&lt;/a&gt;, the way time flies lately the next four months will go by quickly, and before you know it you'll be back to cutting your, wait for it.....GRASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1LCSi58ABI/AAAAAAAAAiw/53_pWJmE_dk/s1600-R/_44274629_scape_afp416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139383748646404114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1LCSi58ABI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-0YKkDKbtL0/s400/_44274629_scape_afp416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1LCSy58ACI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PHK7OePCnrA/s1600-R/_44274624_accordion_afp416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139383752941371426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1LCSy58ACI/AAAAAAAAAi4/crDFNuzamJk/s400/_44274624_accordion_afp416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In other news I'm happy to report that all is well here in the gravel pit. We did get quite a rain storm Friday night..1 1/2"..that made getting out for more pics on the desert a little tough. As anyone that has been in places like this knows, the dry washes were no longer dry. Boy, did I get muddied up!, so I spent yesterday giving my trusty steed a bath in preparation for today's ride. In fact it's out there now happily munching on a bale of hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1LPIi58ADI/AAAAAAAAAjA/FDL6W3dquGE/s1600-R/IMG_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139397870498873394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1LPIi58ADI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4Bdxeb8gLWw/s400/IMG_0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to head off in a different direction this morning, not sure what I'll find, but hopefully will have some pictures to share later in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for letting me have this bit of fun. Take care of yourselves, and as &lt;a href="http://www.oldhorsetailsnake.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hoss&lt;/a&gt; says, I'll see you anon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-4848091679019044463?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/4848091679019044463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=4848091679019044463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4848091679019044463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4848091679019044463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/12/642.html' title='642'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R1LCSi58ABI/AAAAAAAAAiw/-0YKkDKbtL0/s72-c/_44274629_scape_afp416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-6777322297083073431</id><published>2007-11-30T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T01:33:44.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>641</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Yes I know that I said I wouldn't be back until Monday, so don't yell at me, I'm sensitive. &lt;em&gt;Yeah right! &lt;/em&gt;But &lt;a href="http://www.skylarksmeditations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracey&lt;/a&gt; said something yesterday that causes me to show up today. She mentioned how the desert can be humbling, to which I agree, but let me tell you what's really humbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too often that I check my "hits" here, but I looked at yesterday's when I fired up this morning, and after my saying twice this week that I wouldn't be posting until Monday, you're still showing up in support. Blows me away, especially considering my lousy visiting record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've run on about how much I appreciate you guys, but words alone can't express how I feel, but humbled comes close. There's a dynamic at work here that just, here we go again, humbles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mentioned before how the lucky ones of us in life find our niche, with me it was trucking, but I've found another one here with you guys, and I'm so very appreciative of it and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to get maudlin (sorry Hoss) but I feel another big ol' group grope, oops, hug, coming on. To see those numbers from yesterday makes me realize how truly fortunate I am to be a part of this blog family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to search for a goofy picture to put up, but I'll just let the words stand. Not many times things get to me like this did this morning, and I just wanted to let you know how much you're appreciated. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good weekend, meanwhile I'll head out on my trusty steed and see if I can find some pictures for Monday. See ya then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-6777322297083073431?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/6777322297083073431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=6777322297083073431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6777322297083073431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6777322297083073431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/641.html' title='641'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-6320825503200072878</id><published>2007-11-29T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:19:17.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>640</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Boy, that week flew by in a hurry, seems like only Thursday. Must be that daylight savings time thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I so much appreciate your comments, and truth be told, I missed coming on here too, if for no other reason than to say Hi. So let's just play it by ear from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went for a big ol' ride (4 1/2 hrs) by myself. I understand that there is safety in numbers but I prefer to go where I want to go, never have been much of a follower. I am always well prepared with emergency equipment, and stay constantly aware of where I am in relation to a road or wash to get me home. The worst that could happen is that I'd have a long walk if I totally broke down. Although I did something yesterday that gives lie to that, but believe me I won't be doing it again. I'll explain after the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the Tee and "Green" at the number 6 hole on the lush Quartzsite Golf and Country Club. It's quite exclusive, but I got a press pass as correspondent for In The Driver's Seat. Got such a kick out of watching the guys trying to find their balls. (No, I'm not going there) Don't forget to embiggen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R036pjQ5pFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/EecMq5JCZQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138038341647311954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R036pjQ5pFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/EecMq5JCZQ8/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R036qTQ5pGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_jEH3Y7J98A/s1600-h/IMG_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138038354532213858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R036qTQ5pGI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_jEH3Y7J98A/s400/IMG_0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is actually where General Patton trained. Such a sense of history as I rode around out there. Of course this shot is just a tiny piece of where he put his tanks through their paces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R036rDQ5pHI/AAAAAAAAAig/qOUo2cCp-Tw/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138038367417115762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R036rDQ5pHI/AAAAAAAAAig/qOUo2cCp-Tw/s400/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total freedom! I sat up there and just marveled at where I was and how I had got there. I thought back to the day when I was told to get my affairs in order, and it made me more determined than ever to continue this adventure I've been on. Having you guys along is just icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R036rjQ5pII/AAAAAAAAAio/kd0JbnFsy_A/s1600-h/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138038376007050370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R036rjQ5pII/AAAAAAAAAio/kd0JbnFsy_A/s400/IMG_0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a Timmy day, didn't do much except go downtown to buy a new coffee machine. Had a little oopsy, forgot to put water in it the night before. Shouldn't have been a biggie because I had a new one as a spare. First time I use it the carafe cracked, and yes I had water in it. GRRR!! Didn't think I'd find one here, but did, and oddly enough it's a Proctor-Silex, the same model that I had at home and gave away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went for a ride and almost had a cat's-ass trophy. So close! I was riding around not too far out, and was eyeing this hill working up the nerve to try it, because it was steep. Finally gritted my tooth and went for it. Was almost to the top when I realized that I'd either have to drop a gear or give it more throttle, and being afraid it would come back over me if I shifted, I opened 'er up. Soon as I did the front wheels lifted and I dove across the handlebars, all the while reaching as far back as I could to keep the throttle open, or for sure it would have gone over backwards. Scared me so bad I wouldn't even go back down, I found another way. Talk about leaving a skid mark! Believe me, I won't be doing that again, or at least not until I do my laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it guys, not sure it was worth the wait, but just wanted to let you know that all is well, even if I do act crazier than a cut cat at times. Ah well, life is for the living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's try this again, see ya Monday, except of course for replies to any comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-6320825503200072878?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/6320825503200072878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=6320825503200072878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6320825503200072878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6320825503200072878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/640.html' title='640'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R036pjQ5pFI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/EecMq5JCZQ8/s72-c/IMG_0272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5603047947070410118</id><published>2007-11-25T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:50:08.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>639</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0ipjzQ5pEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ysn8e1MYch4/s1600-h/littlebear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136541807537660994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0ipjzQ5pEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ysn8e1MYch4/s400/littlebear1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning folks. Well, I finally got L'il Bear awake, took him outside to get some fresh air, and within minutes he had assumed the pose. Ah, what the heck, after all he is on holidays. Which brings me to my little announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But first a big thank you to Judles for finding, and sending me that image. It's not only cuter than all get out, but it really does look like L'il Bear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I'm an absolute news freak I spend most of my time on here monitoring what is happening in the world, to the point that I'm feeling guilty about not visiting your sites. Also, to a lesser degree, about not putting pictures and DVs up. But then I realize that just like L'il Bear up there, I too am on holidays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I've decided to take a break from posting daily, and instead check in every Monday morning to let you know how things are going. Nattering is fine, but after a while it becomes redundant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You all know how much I appreciate the support you have given me so I won't run on about that. But I will say once again how proud I am to be a part of this blog family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care of yourselves, and I'll see you on Monday Dec 3rd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5603047947070410118?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5603047947070410118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5603047947070410118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5603047947070410118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5603047947070410118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/639.html' title='639'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0ipjzQ5pEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ysn8e1MYch4/s72-c/littlebear1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-554477191797590662</id><published>2007-11-24T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:08:42.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>638</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0dCWTQ5pDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/WBVRtjYKx2w/s1600-h/o78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136146850935055410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0dCWTQ5pDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/WBVRtjYKx2w/s400/o78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Year 1981....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prince Charles got married&lt;br /&gt;2. Liverpool crowned soccer Champions of Europe&lt;br /&gt;3. Australia lost the Ashes cricket tournament.&lt;br /&gt;4. The pope died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting Year 2005....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Prince Charles got married&lt;br /&gt;2. Liverpool crowned soccer Champions of Europe&lt;br /&gt;3. Australia lost the Ashes tournament&lt;br /&gt;4. The pope died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson to be learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time Charles gets married, someone warn the pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Ole Mulvihill staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional box, sits down, but says nothing. The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but Ole Mulvihill just sits there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall. The drunk mumbles, 'ain't no use knockin, there's no paper on this side either.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie was fixing a door and found that he needed a new hinge, so he sent his wife Mary to Home Depot. At Home Depot, Mary saw a beautiful bathroom faucet while she was waiting for Walt, the manager, to finish waiting on a customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Walt was finished, Mary asked 'How much for that faucet?' Walt replied, 'That's pewter and it costs $300.' 'My goodness, that sure is a lot of money!' Mary exclaimed. Then she proceeded to describe the hinge that Charlie had sent her to buy, and Walt went to the back room to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back room Walt yelled, 'Mary, you wanna screw for that hinge?' Mary replied, 'No, but I will for the faucet.' This is why you can't send a woman to Home Depot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A six year old goes to the hospital with his grandma to visit his grandpa. When they get to the hospital, he runs ahead of his grandma and bursts into his grandpa's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa, Grandpa," he says excitedly, "as soon as Grandma comes into the room, make a noise like a frog!" "What?" said his grandpa. "Make a noise like a frog because Grandma said that, as soon as you croak, we're going to Disney World!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly couple were attending church services. About halfway through she leans over and says, ' I just let out a silent fart. What do you think I should do?'He replies, 'Put a new battery in your hearing aid.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the iffy joke from last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teenage boy asks his granny: Have you seen my pills, they were labeled LSD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny: "F**k the pills, have you seen the dragons in the living room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last Saturday Chuckles for awhile, and tomorrow will be the last appearance of L'il Bear for the same period. I'll explain it all then, but be assured that everything is fine with me. Hate to be a tease, but just need to get my thoughts in order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-554477191797590662?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/554477191797590662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=554477191797590662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/554477191797590662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/554477191797590662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/638.html' title='638'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0dCWTQ5pDI/AAAAAAAAAiA/WBVRtjYKx2w/s72-c/o78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-2274720347363289121</id><published>2007-11-23T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T01:43:17.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>637</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Since I use the one-fingered-hunt-and-peck method I'm not the fastest typist around, but this morning it's even slower. Either someone moved the table, or my waist has expanded, because I can hardly reach the keyboard. Think we both know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful meal, and get-together, we had yesterday. As a traveling man I've eaten dishes from all over North America at one time or another, but to have them all in one place was something special. The ladies did themselves proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu is far too long to list, but things like South Carolina cornbread, oyster stuffing, candied yams, and every type of salad imaginable, is just a start. A couple from Arkansas cooked the monster ham, and it literally fell off the bone. Same with the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only disappointing part is that by the time I sampled a little bit of everything, I had no room for dessert. In fact I had to come back to the Bear for a big ol' nap. But not to worry, they said they'd put some away for me and I can try the different pies etc today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did behave at dinner, but when I got into the mashed potatoes I had to keep telling myself that gravy is not a beverage. Damn it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since aquiring my trusty steed I haven't been doing much walking, but I think today I'll leave it tied up and use shank's pony. Won't be able to walk everything off, but hopefully enough that I can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your dinners went as well, as I'm sure they did. Be back tomorrow with some chuckles, and on Sunday I've got a special treat, thanks to Judles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-2274720347363289121?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/2274720347363289121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=2274720347363289121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2274720347363289121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2274720347363289121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/637.html' title='637'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7815000678475078431</id><published>2007-11-22T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:17:00.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>636</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0TK7zQ5pCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MoE3aRHmXfA/s1600-h/173423wCfB_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135452603831395362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0TK7zQ5pCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MoE3aRHmXfA/s400/173423wCfB_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning folks, and to my 'Murkan friends, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING.&lt;/strong&gt; I know that you've all probably got a big dinner planned, so I just had the little lady fix up a snack to tide you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself I'll be tucking in at about 2 pm, and since this is a senior's park there won't be any children to become scared at the performance I'm going to put on. Being a bachelor my idea of cooking is to eat what you cooked, out of the pot you cooked it in, over the sink. So when I get to sit down at a table laden with food, well, let's just say it's not pretty to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I am looking forward to dinner, and visiting with my neighbors. We've really got a nice little community here, and I'm beginning to see why people return year after year. Who knows, I might become one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I just realized that in just over a month we get to do it all over again at Xmas, then a chance to catch our breath before the big New Year's bash. Yep, I think I could get used to this. One question though about etiquette, would a doggie-bag be considered &lt;em&gt;gauche&lt;/em&gt;, and if not, would a Hefty Trash Bag be pushing it? Hate to see good food go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, &lt;em&gt;bon appetit, &lt;/em&gt;and I'll see ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7815000678475078431?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7815000678475078431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7815000678475078431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7815000678475078431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7815000678475078431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/636.html' title='636'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0TK7zQ5pCI/AAAAAAAAAh4/MoE3aRHmXfA/s72-c/173423wCfB_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8991462568596337956</id><published>2007-11-21T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T01:46:36.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>635</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. As is usual with me, as quick as I am to anger, once I've blown off a bit of steam I'm just as quick to settle down. I took some of your advice and accepted an invitation to dinner last night with all involved with the little misadventure, and everything is fine now. No broken bones or black eyes, and I'm back to being my calm, cuddly self. NOT! 2 of the 3 involved can still kiss my butt, but the original fellow and I are going off on a "make-up" ride together. So there, that's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to find something else to get all exercised about before the warm fuzzies completely take me over. Ah, I'll find something, I always do. Besides, I have a reputation to uphold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here is finally starting to cool a bit, in fact I've got a little space heater running at the moment. It's far from being cold in here, but after all the heat even 60F seems cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much planned for today, and although this is admittedly not much of a post, I just wanted to let you know that once again all is well in Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourselves while I go out and see what kind of trouble I can get into. Shouldn't take long. Wait, here we go, hey you, what was that look for? Ah, the Bear is back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8991462568596337956?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8991462568596337956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8991462568596337956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8991462568596337956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8991462568596337956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/635.html' title='635'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-6032019536179744460</id><published>2007-11-20T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T02:34:49.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>634</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Oh the games people play, or, &lt;em&gt;karma's a bi**h. &lt;/em&gt;The fellow that had invited me on Sunday's ill-fated ride came around yesterday to apologize for his "friends". Also told me that not long after I left on my own, the lead jerk broke down and they didn't get back until 9 pm. Looks good on ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was actually 4 of us that started out, and although I was the oldest of all but one they decided to give the "new guy" a baptism by fire. And how did that work out for you guys? Now he wants him and I to go for a ride, with me in the lead. I told him that sounded good, and suggested a date....the 12th of NEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife even stopped by later in the day to tell me how bad he feels about it all. Almost used Billy Ray Cyrus's line...here's a quarter, call someone who cares. &lt;em&gt;Yep, karma's a bi**h. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that bit of fun I spent a quiet day yesterday. Started off with coffee and donuts in the clubhouse, went downtown and did my shopping, had that little drama, and ended with a nice chat with Boop on the phone. All's well here in Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to give a fellow here a hand today to change an injector in his come-and-pick-me-up truck. Do me good to get a little grease under my fingernails, getting too wussy laying around. Of course this is a fellow that has snuck off to Parker a few times without me. Maybe I'll put it in upside down, because afterall, wait for it&lt;em&gt;.....karma's a bi**h&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm enjoying this? Anywhoo, have yourselves a good day, and thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-6032019536179744460?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/6032019536179744460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=6032019536179744460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6032019536179744460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6032019536179744460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/634.html' title='634'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7688541328246050538</id><published>2007-11-19T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T02:21:47.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>633</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, I survived the big ride yesterday, in spite of a not very enjoyable first hour. By the time we made our first stop I decided to break off on my own, because I was sick of following the lead guy over every big pile of rocks he could find, at speeds that were ridiculous. Not only was I concerned about cutting my tires up, but we were passing too many places I wanted to explore, sensibly. Also the fine gritty dust was really bothering my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the next couple of hours in an area called La Posa South, a BLM long-term campsite. Very interesting. There were $50 tents, and half-million dollar motorhomes. I had researched this type of camping on the computer before I came down and decided it was not for me, but after talking to people there yesterday, I'm not so sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although technically a "dry-camp", there is water, a dump site for holding tanks, garbage dumpsters, heck even a pay phone. Of course the price of $180 for 6 months is something else to consider. The "sites" themselves are extremely big compared to the way you're squeezed into these RV parks, with some folks out there even having little solar-powered lights on their "drive-ways".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you start yelling at me, I didn't take any pictures, partly because I was a little pissed at the way things started off. I am going back out there to learn more, because although I'm staying where I am for this winter, it's something to think seriously about for next trip down. And yes, because I'll be in charge of entertainment next time out there, I'll definitely take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although the day started off pretty "rocky" it ended up great. I have a ride planned for this week with the first fellow I went out with, and I'm looking forward to that. He drives along sensibly, and takes the time to point things out to me. No more mountain climbing, I just want to go 'splorin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, and as always, thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7688541328246050538?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7688541328246050538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7688541328246050538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7688541328246050538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7688541328246050538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/633.html' title='633'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-3372284154976173048</id><published>2007-11-18T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T01:52:56.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>632</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0ADjTQ5pBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/flXhVMLvAu0/s1600-h/image0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134107480203830290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0ADjTQ5pBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/flXhVMLvAu0/s400/image0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning folks. I hadn't really planned on posting today but L'il Bear insisted I show up, because with all the preparations I'm making for today's big ride, I think he's afraid I'm running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the fellows here have invited me along on what will be my longest ride yet. We're leaving at 8 am, and plan to be back around 2 pm. I've always overpacked for a trip, but this is ridiculous, but thankfully the carrier has room for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare gas, tool kit, tow rope, tire repair kit, air filter, water, power bars, and of course my camera. I've even got a mask to cover my mouth and nose for the dust, and since the top of my head is so sunburnt I might even wear a cap. Wuss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm really like a kid with a new toy, because I'm looking forward to getting out there and running with the big dogs. Should be a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all will go well, but wish me luck just in case. I don't know what to expect in the way of scenery, but hope to have some pictures to post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-3372284154976173048?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/3372284154976173048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=3372284154976173048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3372284154976173048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3372284154976173048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/632.html' title='632'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/R0ADjTQ5pBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/flXhVMLvAu0/s72-c/image0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-2358483887345103968</id><published>2007-11-17T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T01:37:36.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>631</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rz42XzQ5pAI/AAAAAAAAAho/0rM4AtdAFW0/s1600-h/o78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133600407774929922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rz42XzQ5pAI/AAAAAAAAAho/0rM4AtdAFW0/s400/o78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the store. He asked if he could help me. Without thinking, I looked at him and said, 'I think I like playing with men's balls.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help. I replied, 'No, I'm just looking at your nuts.' My sister started to laugh hysterically, the boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this day, my sister has never let me forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean. Then I realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him if he needed to go, and he said, 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking, 'Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me.' Then I said, 'Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?' 'No,' he replied. I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. Soooooo, I asked one more time, 'Danny, did you have an accident?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled. 'SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!' While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down. An old couple made me feel better by thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely think before she speaks. What happens when you predict snow but don't get any? A true story. We had a female news anchor who, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked: 'So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?' Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on a flight from New York, the Stewardess was busy passing out peanuts and cokes to everyone. There were about sixteen flights lined up waiting to get clearance to take off. Then the other Stewardess got a message from the Pilot that the tower said the wind had changed 180 degrees and they were first in line to take off, and to have everyone buckle up. Without thinking she just announced 'Please buckle up, grab your drinks and hold your nuts, we're taking off!'. No one saw her for the rest of the flight to Houston, and all the other Stewardesses were laughing all the way and so were half of the passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't find the iffy one, but I will, and put it up next week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-2358483887345103968?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/2358483887345103968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=2358483887345103968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2358483887345103968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2358483887345103968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/631.html' title='631'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rz42XzQ5pAI/AAAAAAAAAho/0rM4AtdAFW0/s72-c/o78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-9174319313078260342</id><published>2007-11-16T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T03:00:12.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>630</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. It will be 6 weeks tomorrow since I arrived here, and today I finally get to go to the 'city'. The fellow that offered me the ride to Parker is picking me up this morning, so I'm making my list and checking it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of course is renewing the license and registration for the next year on the Quad. It's in my name, but we just let the current ones run out. Also renew the insurance for a year, and buy a skid lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next will be a new TV. It bothers me to have to throw this one out simply because I can't find anyone to fix the sound problem, but stuff happens. I've got a dish and receiver lined up, so I'll finally have some background noise in here instead of listening to myself griping about something or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if I have any money left I'll hit the grocery store to buy something to gnaw on while I'm cursing Wolf Blitzer for being such a twit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note I get such a kick out of that Google ad at the top of the page. Each time I refer to Baby Bear as my "trusty steed" an ad pops up for horseback riding. I should start coming up with different terms to see what happens. I've mentioned before that I'd remove that thing but I'm afraid to mess with the template. I did get one off, but I don't want to push my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the US dollar still falling against most major currencies I'd like to know what Dumya has on our stone-cold leader to cause our dollar to lose just about all of it's gains in the last few days. 9 cents in 4 days. We keep hearing about the coming oil shortage, so with Canada sitting on literally oceans of it, along with natural gas, WTF is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'd better start getting ready. Think I'll stand all my T-shirts up, and the first one to fall over will be the one I wear today. Hey, it worked for years on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure about Sunday, but tomorrow I'll have another edition of Saturday Chuckles, thanks to Jim. There is one that I'm debating on whether to put up, but it's so damn funny I probably will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend guys .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-9174319313078260342?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/9174319313078260342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=9174319313078260342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/9174319313078260342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/9174319313078260342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/630.html' title='630'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-9196071615743130912</id><published>2007-11-15T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T02:34:37.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>629</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Don't really have much to natter about this morning, just wanted to pop in and say Hi. Sort of a 'no news is good news' day, although I did receive an e-mail last night from a friend who certainly has received some good news. I won't be letting the cat out of the bag, but WOW, CONGRATULATIONS! Don't mean to be a tease, but was just busting to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have settled into a comfortable rhythm here for me, and since getting Baby Bear, I've got my treasured independence back. Other than running down the Interstate I can go just about anywhere I want, when I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still get up at a ridiculous hour, have my toast and coffee, putz on this thing for awhile until the paper is delivered, read it, then usually back for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second 'get up' I put things in order here, then it's time to go 'splorin'. It's just so cool that we can ride these things on the streets here, in fact there are times when there are more ATVs than cars. It's also a lot more personal, I've yet to meet one that didn't give a big wave and a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carrier on the back of my trusty steed is proving to be invaluable. As I make my stops I put my purchases into it, lock it, and on to the next place. I can get all my shopping done, and my sightseeing, without worrying about anything. I certainly haven't seen everything yet, but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, just noticed that for someone that didn't have anything to natter about I'm running on a bit. Guess it's just part of being comfortable here chatting with you, and I love it. Besides, no one wants to listen to a Sermon from the Mount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is at least as well with you guys. As always thanks for stopping by, and I'll probably see you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-9196071615743130912?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/9196071615743130912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=9196071615743130912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/9196071615743130912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/9196071615743130912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/629.html' title='629'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-6013859329154865288</id><published>2007-11-14T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:53:59.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>628</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. I've always believed in giving credit where credit is due, and today's recipient is my dearly beloved ex, Betty Boop. Her and I chat on the phone a few times a week, and since getting my PO box she keeps asking if I got the note she sent just to make sure the mail came through before she sends bank statements etc. Yesterday I got her "note", and it just shows the kind of person she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First a little background. I'm a crossword addict, in fact have books of them here in the Bear. I've often remarked to her that the ones in the 2 Vancouver papers were my favorites, just in conversation. Now to the point of this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word to me, she cut all the crosswords out of both papers for the last 2 months, and that was what she sent as a "note". I brought the large, thick, envelope home not knowing what to expect, but when I opened it and saw the smiley face she had put in there, I realized once again, like so many other times, what a great lady she is. With all that she has gone through in the last little while she still took the time to do this, but it really doesn't surprise me. As I said, it's just the kind of person she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we've been divorced 19 years, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for her, and I think, hell I know, she feels the same way. The reason this thing works is because, as with the rest of the family, we allow each other to live our own lives. Not going to preach here, but it is so simple, &lt;em&gt;if you love something, set it free. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no tales of riding my trusty steed today, because Boop, this Bud's for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rzo2frHfKJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/F5DRamLDHP8/s1600-h/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132474643120072850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rzo2frHfKJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/F5DRamLDHP8/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We'll return to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-6013859329154865288?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/6013859329154865288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=6013859329154865288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6013859329154865288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6013859329154865288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/628.html' title='628'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rzo2frHfKJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/F5DRamLDHP8/s72-c/IMG_0397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-3029766954469154848</id><published>2007-11-13T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:10:14.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>627</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. I messed up last week when I said that we all gathered for coffee and donuts on the first Monday of the month. In fact it is every Monday, and yesterday even more people showed up, including a couple of neighbors from across the street. It's really a great way to meet everyone, and slowly I'm getting able to put a face on all the units in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride yesterday went very well. Not sure how far we went, it doesn't really matter, but we were out there about 3 hours. The only bummer is that I didn't take any pictures, but that will be rectified because I plan to ride that same trail again, maybe even today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides our living in the same RV park,  I also have a couple of other things in common with the fellow I rode along with. He's from Port Townsend WA, close to White Rock, and he also is a cancer survivor (prostate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I was pleasantly surprised to see was that each time we would stop for a 5 minute break, it seemed that ATVs came out of nowhere to check on us, make sure we were okay. Such a good thing, also a way to meet other riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, yes Baby Bear performed like a champion, not a lick of trouble. Got back home, wiped about 5 lbs of dust off it, and went downtown and had me a big ol' plate of biscuits and gravy at the truck stop. Got to keep my strength up for riding the range on my trusty steed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it guys, another good day in (at) Paradise (RV park). Hope all is well in your world. Probably see you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-3029766954469154848?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/3029766954469154848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=3029766954469154848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3029766954469154848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3029766954469154848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/627.html' title='627'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8308632646887782087</id><published>2007-11-12T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:51:03.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>626</title><content type='html'>Morning folks, hope your weekend went well. Things are getting back to normal here after another little tussle with Timmy, but not to fret though, I'm used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had started off on a ride Saturday morning when I felt the head pains start, and since I wasn't that far out yet I made it back home without a problem, tied my trusty steed up, and came inside and rode out the storm. It was no worse than usual, but because it saps my strength it takes a day or so to get back to so-called normal. I finally got a good meal into me yesterday, so the adventure continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rzd6IbHfKGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/E1KMZMUUFMA/s1600-h/georgesays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131704585548671074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rzd6IbHfKGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/E1KMZMUUFMA/s400/georgesays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on Dumya, I'm back in fighting trim, but I should warn you, I don't ride alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rzd-X7HfKHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yiaBKOiIqGw/s1600-h/bobgear2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131709249883154546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rzd-X7HfKHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yiaBKOiIqGw/s400/bobgear2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I didn't just lay around while I was ailing, I put down some sod so Judles wouldn't tease me about living in a gravel pit. The noive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzeAhbHfKII/AAAAAAAAAhY/gFUdIzLHOwk/s1600-h/0gW1WARZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131711612115167362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzeAhbHfKII/AAAAAAAAAhY/gFUdIzLHOwk/s400/0gW1WARZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is that same Judles, my bud, that made those two pictures for me, without my asking. With all the seriousness in the world, including my battles with Timmy, I can't tell you how much enjoyment I get from stuff like this. You're the best Jude, and I'm proud to have you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the fellows here came over yesterday with his Quad asking if I wanted to go for a ride. I wasn't quite up to it then, but today I'm more than ready to learn some of the trails. I haven't been going out too far by myself for safety reasons, but I'm looking forward to eventually 3 or 4 of us heading out for a day's ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a fellow here that has to go up to Parker this week, and has invited me along. Think I'll quit messing with this TV and buy a new one. Next will be getting a dish, but yet another fellow has offered to help with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, things are fine here. Hope your week goes well, and if I don't get snake-bit I'll see you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8308632646887782087?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8308632646887782087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8308632646887782087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8308632646887782087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8308632646887782087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/626.html' title='626'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rzd6IbHfKGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/E1KMZMUUFMA/s72-c/georgesays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-9188548631563716024</id><published>2007-11-10T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T02:25:01.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>625</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzTzcLHfKFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kZBimFZjFGk/s1600-h/o78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130993540827916370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzTzcLHfKFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kZBimFZjFGk/s400/o78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE HORTH WITHPERER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob calls his buddy Sam, the horse rancher, and says he's sending a friend over to look at a horse. Sam asks "How will I recognize him?" That's easy, he's a midget with a speech impediment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the midget shows up, and Sam asks him if he's looking for a male or female horse." A female horth." So he shows him a prized filly. "Nith lookin horth. Can I thee her eyeth"? Sam picks up the midget and he gives the horse's eyes the once over. "Nith eyeth, can I thee her earzth"? So he picks the little fella up again, and shows him the horse's ears. "Nith earzth, can I see her mouf"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rancher is getting pretty ticked off by this point, but he picks him up again and shows him the horse's mouth. "Nice mouf, can I see her twat"? Totally mad at this point, the rancher grabs him under his arms and rams the midget's head as far as he can up the horse's twat, pulls him out and slams him on the ground.The midget gets up, sputtering and coughing. "Perhapth I should rephrase that; can I thee her wun awound a widdlebit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arthritis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunken man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked, "Say Father, what causes arthritis?" The priest replies, "My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk muttered in response, "Well, I'll be damned," then returned to his paper. The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?" The drunk answered, "I don't have it Father, I was just reading here that the Pope does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stroke Victims &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three senior ladies named Patsy, Betty, and Thelma were sitting on a park bench having a quiet conversation, when a flasher approached from across the park.The flasher came up to the ladies, stood right in front of them and opened his trench coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Betty and Thelma had a stroke. But Patsy, being older and feebler, couldn't reach that far. Bless her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bug Spray &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A salesman was traveling through the country side, selling insect repellent. He came to a farmhouse and tried his pitch on the farmer. "Sir, my bug spray is so good you will never be bitten again. I guarantee it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer was dubious. "Young man, I'll make you a proposition. I'll tie you out in my cornfield buck naked, covered with that bug spray. If there is no ta single bite on you come morning, I'll buy a whole case from you, and get everyone in the county to buy a case; we'll make you rich.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman was delighted. They went to the field and he stripped. The farmer sprayed him thoroughly with the bug spray and tied him to a stake. Back to the house went the farmer. The next morning, the farmer and his family trooped out to the cornfield. Sure enough, the salesman was there, hanging in his bonds, not a single bite on him. Yet he was a total wreck! Pale, ghastly, haggard and drawn, but not one bite on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer was perplexed. "Son." he said,, Now you don't have a bite on you but you look like hell! What the devil happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman looked at him through bloodshot eyes and asked with a weak croaking voice "Doesn't that calf have a mother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logic &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two farmers, Jim and Bob, are sitting at their favorite bar, drinking beer. Jim turns to Bob and says, "You know, I'm tired of going through life without an education. Tomorrow I think I'll go to Community College and sign up for some classes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob thinks it's a good idea, and the two leave. The next day, Jim goes down to the college and meets dean of admissions, who signs him up for the four basic classes: Math, English, History, and Logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logic?" Jim says. "What's that?"The dean says, "I'll give you an example. Do you own a weed eater?""Yeah.""Then logically speaking, because you own a weed eater, I think that you would have a yard." “That's true, I do have a yard." "I'm not done," the dean says. "Because you have a yard, I think logically that you would have a house.""Yes, I do have a house.""And because you have a house, I think that you might logically have a family.""Yes, I have a family." "I'm not done yet. Because you have a family, then logically you must have a wife. And because you have a wife, then logic tells me you're likely a heterosexual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a heterosexual. That's amazing, you were able to find out all of that because I have a weed eater."Excited to take the class now, Jim shakes the Dean's hand and leaves to go meet Bob at the bar. He tells Bob about his classes, how he is signed up for Math, English, History, and Logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Logic?" Bob says, "What's that?" Jim says, "I'll give you an example. Do you have a weed eater?""No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you're a queer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-9188548631563716024?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/9188548631563716024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=9188548631563716024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/9188548631563716024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/9188548631563716024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/625.html' title='625'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzTzcLHfKFI/AAAAAAAAAgk/kZBimFZjFGk/s72-c/o78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8412539674005422629</id><published>2007-11-09T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:42:09.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>624</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. I'm glad you're all far enough away from here not to have heard the language out of me yesterday. Twice I went out to shoot a DV, and both times either the camera buggered up, or more likely I did something to it that is causing it. I had no trouble shooting it, but it wouldn't stop. The second time, after my masterful fine-tuning, I had to take the batteries out. But don't give up, because I'm not, I'll figure out what the #$% is wrong, or stomp the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is not lost however, I did take a few stills. This first one is where I took my short flight. I broke over the top, gave it some throttle, and went off that little hump. Be assured, my Evel Knevelin' days are over. I simply wanted to know how fast I could go over something without making a 3-point landing, as in two ears and a nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzOUALHfKAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qTo7li2Aht8/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130607131210229762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzOUALHfKAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qTo7li2Aht8/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next ones I took at a rock vendor's display. This is just an extremely small sample of what he has for sale. So very pretty in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzOUBbHfKBI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wAfeUzqnaag/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130607152685066258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzOUBbHfKBI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wAfeUzqnaag/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget what this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzOUBrHfKCI/AAAAAAAAAgM/FpUBwJbKVyM/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130607156980033570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzOUBrHfKCI/AAAAAAAAAgM/FpUBwJbKVyM/s400/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Australian peanut wood. The picture doesn't do it justice. Hey Peter, tell us about this please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzOUB7HfKDI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jlvkSvanctc/s1600-h/IMG_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130607161275000882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzOUB7HfKDI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jlvkSvanctc/s400/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is petrified wood, again, so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzOUCLHfKEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZW00W6OEADQ/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130607165569968194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzOUCLHfKEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ZW00W6OEADQ/s400/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some more pictures from there, including a treat for Judles, that I'll put up another time. This particular place I had been to once before, but believe me it was a helluva walk, but now with Baby Bear it's just a couple of varoom, varoom, power shifts and I'm there. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many more things to share with you, but again this is getting too long. If you guys are getting 5% of the enjoyment I'm getting from this it's more than worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow with some more of the dreadful life I'm living down here. It's rough, but damnit I'm going to hang in for your sakes. &lt;em&gt;Okay, get this guy outa here!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, forgot, tomorrow is Saturday Chuckles, then on Sunday I'm going to give you a break. L'il Bear is all pouty because I'm spending all my time with Baby Bear. Maybe if he woke up once in a while. So, a few guffaws tomorrow, then back to natterin' on Monday. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8412539674005422629?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8412539674005422629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8412539674005422629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8412539674005422629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8412539674005422629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/624.html' title='624'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzOUALHfKAI/AAAAAAAAAf8/qTo7li2Aht8/s72-c/IMG_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-4376526642099522404</id><published>2007-11-08T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T02:24:34.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>623</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Okay, let's clean up what I had intended to post yesterday before Baby Bear showed up to distract me. This first picture is my work station as Official Can Crusher. Bill, the manager, sits in the chair with a couple of Hefty trash bags full and passes the cans one by one to me to crush in that thingy on the wall, and I drop them into the milk crate. Things go along well until I get him laughing and then he loses the rhythm so we have to take a break. It's tough, demanding work but I'm bearing up well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzI59bqUkWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vqXLhWE-QBA/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130226653088485730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzI59bqUkWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vqXLhWE-QBA/s400/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the anode rods I mentioned for the hot water tank. The top one of course is a new one, and the ones below are what they look like after 2 months, at least according to the RV supply store. I flushed my tank well and it seemed clean, but I put a rod in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzI597qUkXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/7Z0diBDK7zY/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130226661678420338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzI597qUkXI/AAAAAAAAAfc/7Z0diBDK7zY/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some shots from one of the vendors. &lt;em&gt;Hold on thar, ya varmint! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzI5-bqUkYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/K0guU4RPH3c/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130226670268354946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzI5-bqUkYI/AAAAAAAAAfk/K0guU4RPH3c/s400/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the meat to market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzI5-7qUkZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fqfQMt9sMXo/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130226678858289554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzI5-7qUkZI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fqfQMt9sMXo/s400/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, although I now have Baby Bear to run for water if needed, that won't be necessary because my tank arrived yesterday. 50 gallons delivered to my door once a month for $21.50, and as a new customer the first fill is 100 gallons for the same price. You'd need a big stick to beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzI5_bqUkaI/AAAAAAAAAf0/sel7BRpCEuQ/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130226687448224162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzI5_bqUkaI/AAAAAAAAAf0/sel7BRpCEuQ/s400/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is getting a bit long so I'll just tell you that I had a great time riding Baby Bear yesterday. Each little jaunt I go a bit farther and get more comfortable on it. Actually had it airborne a few feet over some humps, but nothing serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting today I'll pack my camera with me when I go riding, and yes I so want to post some DVs. Take care guys, and thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-4376526642099522404?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/4376526642099522404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=4376526642099522404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4376526642099522404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4376526642099522404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/623.html' title='623'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzI59bqUkWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/vqXLhWE-QBA/s72-c/IMG_0238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7766133703000937645</id><published>2007-11-07T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T03:22:05.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>622</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. After mentioning yesterday about my hot water tank I did go to the RV supply store and bought the anode rod that fits into the tank, along with a flushing tool to clean it out first. While there I took a picture of what the rod looks like after 2 months in this water. Hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took pictures of some other things I think you'll find interesting at a vendors, and thought I had my post for today. But then something happened that proves that if you just hang in with your convictions, be patient, that good things will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home, changed into my comfys, and was preparing to flush the tank when I heard an ATV pull up. It was the fellow that loaned me the remote, and what he had done is go and get this unit that he knew was for sale, and bring it to me to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked it over, came in and got dressed, and 2 hours later this 2002 Honda Recon ES was bought and paid for, sale notarized, registered, licensed and insured, and heading down the wash with me hollerin' YeeHaw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzEIqrqUkTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FbwAlqUhZBA/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129890979919466802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzEIqrqUkTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FbwAlqUhZBA/s400/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzEIrbqUkUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/C-7ieeuYH9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129890992804368706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzEIrbqUkUI/AAAAAAAAAfE/C-7ieeuYH9Y/s400/IMG_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzEIrrqUkVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/MEJJtJZNcQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129890997099336018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzEIrrqUkVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/MEJJtJZNcQ8/s400/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me how stupid I was not to bring my car down to bake in the sun. And it gets even better. On my way home after running up to the truck stop I met the fellow that installed my phone. Since he's around this area a lot we've become friends, and after stopping to say Hi to him and him looking the quad over, he asked that I give him first crack at it if I don't take it North in April. At the price I paid for it! Plus our dollar hit $1.09 today. Call it luck, timing, whatever, I call it sticking to your convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how happy I am with the way this all turned out. I want that sun to hurry up and rise, because I'm going riding! Damn I feel good about this. As for the pictures I was going to post I'll put them up tomorrow. And also as for going North in April I may have some big news about that soon. May hell, I've got some news but I'll leave it for another time. I will say this much though, it's a continuance of how well things are going for me right now, and I'm so glad to be able to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I've got headlights and tail-light, to heck with waiting for the sun, I'm saddlin' up. Thanks for listening, and I'll see ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7766133703000937645?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7766133703000937645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7766133703000937645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7766133703000937645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7766133703000937645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/622.html' title='622'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RzEIqrqUkTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FbwAlqUhZBA/s72-c/IMG_0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5152435246364921923</id><published>2007-11-06T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:06:14.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>621</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Sorry, no pics today, in fact I didn't even go for a walk yesterday. I'd forgotten about it being the first Monday of the month, which means coffee and donuts at the clubhouse. What a great way to meet the other tenants here. Not every person showed up, but enough did that we sat around and chatted for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the fellows had an extra remote control he loaned me, and Houston, we have lift off! Turned my TV on without even having to re-program it. So now I have to investigate something I've heard, that being the satellite companies here won't sell a dish to a Canadian. I've heard different stories so I'll check it out, and if push comes to shove I think I can get hooked up through my phone/internet provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned of a product at our get-together that will ease my mind. Because the water here is so harsh I've been concerned what it might do to my hot water tank. So today I'll go to the RV supply store and buy this plug you screw into the drain, similar to a magnetic drain plug in a transmission or differential, that will remove all that crud before it eats a hole in the aluminum. The rest of the plumbing in here is plastic, so no worries there. Just another benefit from not being afraid to ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a nice e-mail from my bud Bill the Barber telling me of his catching 15 salmon on his last fishing trip, which knowing him I believe. He sure knows how to rub it in. Well, so do I. Since he wouldn't come up to the Yukon to cut my hair, or come down here, I've found another. There is a retired barber here in the park that gave me my first good haircut in years. KIDDING! Actually it was a good haircut, made even better because it was free. He wouldn't accept payment, but since he is a member of a church here in town, I made a contribution to his church. So you enjoy your salmon Bill, because I'm enjoying all the attention I'm getting from the ladies in my sartorial splendor. &lt;em&gt;Oh give me a break! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, have a good 'un, see ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5152435246364921923?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5152435246364921923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5152435246364921923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5152435246364921923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5152435246364921923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/621.html' title='621'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-25433605150302810</id><published>2007-11-05T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T02:27:35.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>620</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. It's said that confession is good for the soul, which I believe, so I'm about to clean mine up a bit. It's about my setting the clocks in the wrong direction on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting here reading, well aware that it is 'spring forward, fall back', when an old sea-faring buddy stopped in. Captain Morgan. By the time he left I was lucky that I even found a clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that I had got a ride to the store that day, and in this particular store it seems that half the shelves are full of booze, wine and beer. Each time I go in I pay no attention to it, but Saturday I decided what the hey, I haven't had a drink in the month I've been here, so I grabbed one of those big ol' bottles with a handle on it. Bad move! Even picked up another 24-pack of Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back home, invited the fellow in for a little drink, had a nice chat, he left, and I thought that if the Lord hates a coward, he's going to be proud of me tonight. I had also picked up a pizza on the way back, so I proceeded to have myself a nice evening. Since I very seldom drink anymore it didn't take many until I was ready for beddy-byes, and should have left the clocks alone, because when I got up after my usual 4 hours of sleep I couldn't figure out what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I'm once again chaste. (You wish!) Not much planned for today, I'm pretty well stocked up so as soon as the sun rises I'm going to walk up to the truck stop, chat with the drivers a bit, hit a few vendors on the way back, and just have a relaxing day around here. Might sound boring to some but I'm enjoying every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your week goes well, and I'll see if I can find something interesting on my walk to take pictures of and post them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, just read Upriver Dave's comment. Well, at least this time I can find the clocks to re-set them. Not that I didn't believe you Dave, but I Googled DST and learned that only the Navajo Nation in Arizona observe it. Now the question is do I change the clock on the computer, or just leave it alone? Well, I'll be darned, by right-clicking the time I was able to set it to Arizona time. Much more of this nonsense and I'm going to have to invite the Captain down out of the cupboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-25433605150302810?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/25433605150302810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=25433605150302810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/25433605150302810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/25433605150302810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/620.html' title='620'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-4895642017214720877</id><published>2007-11-04T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:15:24.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>619</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Ry0H2RQuuPI/AAAAAAAAAes/yTEtL9PUlp4/s1600-h/image0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128764179572766962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Ry0H2RQuuPI/AAAAAAAAAes/yTEtL9PUlp4/s400/image0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning folks. Since my little buddy up there is in his usual catatonic state I thought I'd use his time to let you know that my router is now functioning. While I did get rid of the ethernet cable, due to the massive amount of award-winning journalism coursing through the unit, and the local ambient temperature, I had to jerry-rig a cooling system for it. It's working well, but if my typing speed gets above 8 words a minute it does tend to protest. With a few adjustments I'll be ready to go to market soon, in fact I'll be starting the patenting process this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Ry0H2RQuuQI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ft9VX79nPW4/s1600-h/00032943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128764179572766978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Ry0H2RQuuQI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ft9VX79nPW4/s400/00032943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If marketed the unit will be known as the Trucker Bob1-A, TB-1A, or for my prospective Canadian clients, the Trucker Bob1-eh? With the CDN looney soaring so high above the US eagle the expected initial pricing will be $6,000 US, or $1.12 CDN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the serious (?) stuff out of the way, I've got to tell you of how well things are going for me, and also how much I appreciate this venue to be able to tell you so. A lot of you guys have hung in with me since the dark days, and with that support I've come a long way. I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;I could have made it on my own, but I &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;that you've all made it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I look forward to getting my post up, and then as the comments come in, being able to kibbitz with you. If only you knew how important each and every one of you are to me, comments or no. You know I like to tease, but I hope you also know that I would never intentionally offend. Okay, this is getting a little maudlin. Cowboy up Dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your week goes well, and in the words of Telly Savalas (Kojack), who loves ya baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The brain farts continue, I set all my clocks, and watch, AHEAD last night. Might have to start leaving a trail of bread crumbs when I go out, just so I can find my way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-4895642017214720877?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/4895642017214720877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=4895642017214720877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4895642017214720877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/4895642017214720877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/619.html' title='619'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Ry0H2RQuuPI/AAAAAAAAAes/yTEtL9PUlp4/s72-c/image0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5192501367833686279</id><published>2007-11-03T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T02:29:59.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>618</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Ryuj4BQuuOI/AAAAAAAAAek/Q5lPu4RkawE/s1600-h/o78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128372783498049762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Ryuj4BQuuOI/AAAAAAAAAek/Q5lPu4RkawE/s400/o78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between roast beef and pea soup?&lt;br /&gt;A: Anyone can roast beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many honest, intelligent, caring men in the world does it take to do the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;A: Both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why are blonde jokes so short?&lt;br /&gt;A: So men can remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why are blondes so easy to get into bed?&lt;br /&gt;A: Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why are married women heavier than single women?&lt;br /&gt;A: Single women come home, see what's in the fridge and go to bed. Married women come home, see what's in bed and go to the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do eskimos get from sitting on the ice too long?&lt;br /&gt;A: Polaroids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why were men given larger brains than dogs?&lt;br /&gt;A: So they won't hump women's legs at cocktail parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the definition of wicker box?&lt;br /&gt;A: It's what Elmer Fudd wants to do to Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why don't cowboys make good lovers?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because they think a good ride is eight seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why does a blonde only change her baby's diapers once every month?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because it says on the box, "Good for up to 20 pounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why is it good for young boys to read Playboy and Penthouse?&lt;br /&gt;A. It improves hand-eye coordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What should you do if you see your ex-husband rolling around in pain on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;A: Shoot him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, I hear the groans out there, whaddya want, they're free. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5192501367833686279?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5192501367833686279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5192501367833686279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5192501367833686279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5192501367833686279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/618.html' title='618'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Ryuj4BQuuOI/AAAAAAAAAek/Q5lPu4RkawE/s72-c/o78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8876416039806480027</id><published>2007-11-02T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T03:42:23.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>617</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, I found the problem with the router, but since things aren't really broken I'm not going to fix them. All I would gain by returning the router to factory default, and re-programming it would be getting rid of one cable. Not worth it. The high-speed DSL I have here through the modem is super good, so why mess with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seems to have happened is Sparky used a password that I don't have when he set it up. I guess I'm partly to blame for not getting it, but he was such a space cadet in some ways that I'm surprised I got half of what I did. He was able to type HTML code at such a speed that he would completely lose me. He'd lose himself sometimes too, it's taken me months to straighten up the mess he left the last time. Anyway, no biggie, all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with that little problem solved I've now got to tell you of another, that being that sometimes I think I'm too stupid to live. Here's the embarrassing tale......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning I head off on my walk with my 1 gallon water jug, and as usual, yesterday I hit a few vendors, stopped at the store, picked up a couple of things, filled my jug (30 cents/gal), and merrily made my way home. Got home, put my things away, got into my comfys, and was sitting outside when I started thinking that the 35-40 gallons of water I had in the tank here in the Bear might get stagnant sitting in the heat for 5-6 months. No problemo, got my pail, opened the drain valve, filled it, dumped it around my orange tree, repeated the process, and was sitting watching the 3rd pail fill when it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been packing water home in the heat, including one day carrying a 5-gallon jug AND a 24-pack of Coke, when all along I've had good water that I brought down with me sitting right here. I'm not sure that I should be allowed out on my own. I just can't believe that it took that long for the light to go on. Oh well, with my tank coming in about a week I guess my water packing days are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the 5-gallon jug full in the shed, a gallon sitting on the counter, 21 bottles in the cupboard, 6 bottles in the fridge, and about 30 gallons in the tank, I think the drought is over. I'm still shaking my head over this, but I guess it's just one more of life's embarrassing moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'll have me a nice big glass of COLD CANADIAN WATER! With that I'll bid you all a good weekend, and if you want to stop by it will be the usual here. Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8876416039806480027?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8876416039806480027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8876416039806480027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8876416039806480027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8876416039806480027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/617.html' title='617'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8772582300885021300</id><published>2007-11-01T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:13:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>616</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Hope you all survived celebrating your Hallowed Weinies, because I need some help from this learned body of blogophiles. &lt;em&gt;Oh give us a break, what do you want? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I decided to try hooking up my wireless router, and surprisingly managed to get it right, but can't open a page. The little icon on the right side of my browser bar shows that I'm connected to my secure network, with excellent signal strength etc. When I right-click on the icon it opens the box of available networks, and again shows that I'm connected. But when I click Start, Internet, I get the page not available hooey. I've tried refreshing, shutting down and re-booting, advanced settings, you name it, can't open a page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called a computer guy here in town and from the questions he asked me I'm hesitant to pay what he wants for a service call. I think I'm just one mouse click away but where, and what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put your thinking caps on guys, Dave?, and either walk me through the process, or give me some suggestions. Keep in mind it says I'm connected. If it helps at all my router is a D-Link, Model DI-524. When I bought it I had Sparky the Wonder-Lad program it, and it always worked fine. I know it's hooked up right because it's showing my network, but I just need that mouse-click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the fellow I called had of inspired any confidence in me I'd bite the bullet and pay the exorbitant price, but when he started talking about it depending on what he finds, when he was asking questions that made me wonder if he even knew what a router was, I decided to come begging hat in hand. Besides I don't want to blow all the Xmas earring money on this goombah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can't figure it out I might just leave well enough alone. I'm hooked direct to the modem now, and have got the wires etc pretty well tucked away, so all I'd gain is not having the ethernet cable laying across the table. But I thought it worth asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also tell me if it's wise to put my e-mail addy on here, I don't see any harm, but then I can be naive about these things. Just thought it would be easier to pass anything along. As for the mail I've got the usual spam guards etc, and I don't open any that I don't recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, I'll be sitting here with bated breath&lt;em&gt;. Okay, let's not overdo it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8772582300885021300?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8772582300885021300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8772582300885021300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8772582300885021300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8772582300885021300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/11/616.html' title='616'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-6148533281650268502</id><published>2007-10-31T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T04:22:04.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>615</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. I'm sure that most of you, if not all, have experienced what I'm going through at the moment. I've been sitting here staring at a blank page trying to get the creative juices flowing, and although I've got the tap fully open there is not a drop coming out. Oh well, thank heavens for natterin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day for me, except for one major glitch, that being told that the bus to Parker is once again full. Damn! I phoned when I was told to, so, short of camping on their doorstep, I don't think I want to play this game anymore. The best they could offer was to put me on standby for next week. As I told the lady, I could walk there and back quicker than this nonsense, hell it's been 2 weeks already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't all bad. I now have a post office box, got a hair cut, and was offered a ride, which I gladly accepted, around to a few places to get my shopping done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on my water walk I'll check with that vendor, because I still haven't heard from his friend with the jeep. I did locate a full-grown Chrysler car yesterday that seemed okay, but when he finally managed to get the engine started, I beat a hasty retreat. Sheesh, I've sounded better after a night on cheap wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even for natterin', this is getting boring so I think I'll take my leave and not subject you guys to any more of it. Guess it's time to put the camera to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well. Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-6148533281650268502?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/6148533281650268502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=6148533281650268502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6148533281650268502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6148533281650268502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/615.html' title='615'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8094358062833536798</id><published>2007-10-30T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:45:36.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>614</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Here's hoping it finally starts to cool here a bit as forecast, because frankly the past few days have been just a bit much. Hard to believe, but they're predicting that by a week from tomorrow we'll have a high of 70 and a low of 39. YES! It got up to 98 yesterday but you could have put a 1 in front of it by the way it felt because of the cloud cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for buying a set of wheels I think I've come up with the best of both worlds. I learned through one of the vendors of a fellow with a jeep for sale, so now I'm waiting for him to either call or bring it around. If it's at all reasonable I'll buy it because I can use it as a car, and head out to the hills scoutin' around. The owner is a friend of the vendor, so I'm hoping things move along quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I'm taking my application back to the Post Office to get a box. I was there last Thursday ready to fill it out but they needed a copy of my lease here at the park, so I was told to bring it in today. Also today I will be ensuring that I have a seat on the bus up to Parker on Thursday. &lt;em&gt;(be nice if I had a jeep by then&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's been too hot to cook inside, and I still haven't bought a barbeque, I've been living on dried palm leaves, rabbit hair, and quail feathers. But then the light upstairs went on yesterday and I realized I've got a great slow-cooker and power outlets on the outside of the Bear. D'oh! So today I'll be buying some form of dead animal, throw it and a bunch of veggies in, and by dinner time I'll be chowing down big time. On second thought I'll probably wait until I get up to Parker because the meat here leaves a lot to be desired, and don't get me started on the produce. I guess it's because of the low year-round population, and the RVers being seasonal, but I wonder why a major chain hasn't built here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that should fill my natterin' quotient for today. Soon as the sun comes up I'll go out and check my traps, who knows, might be enough for brekky. See ya later guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8094358062833536798?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8094358062833536798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8094358062833536798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8094358062833536798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8094358062833536798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/614.html' title='614'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-244854786263108625</id><published>2007-10-29T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T03:40:54.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>613</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, off we go on another week in this adventure called life. I'm sitting here thinking just how much of an adventure my life truly has been in the last six months, with hopefully much more to come. The flesh on occasion gets weak, but the spirit is as strong as ever, and for that I am truly thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With cooler temps forecast I'm planning on getting around a bit more, because frankly it's been just a bit too hot lately. Oddly enough I really don't miss having a vehicle in general, but with the absolute lack of shopping available here, it will be nice once I find something to be able to run up to places like Parker etc. But for now I'm doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still undecided as to whether to sit here for the winter or take a trip over Texas way, but there's lots of time for that. I'll probably stay here because it's taken a while to get all my services in place, in fact that's still ongoing, so why waste all that time just to do it all over again somewhere else. But if I end up buying a car instead of an ATV, which I really don't want to do, I could travel a bit with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now though I'm content where I am. Doing lots of reading, and now that the weather is going to cool, looking forward to doing some 'sploring. What a graveyard of stories this place is, just hope mine isn't added to them, because there's lots of living left for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, have a good week, and take care of yourselves. See ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-244854786263108625?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/244854786263108625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=244854786263108625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/244854786263108625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/244854786263108625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/613.html' title='613'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-6498635992963680854</id><published>2007-10-28T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T03:24:04.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>612</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RyPE-xQuuNI/AAAAAAAAAec/WHEjvdlm0JY/s1600-h/image0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126157383532198098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RyPE-xQuuNI/AAAAAAAAAec/WHEjvdlm0JY/s400/image0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning folks. So how is everything down at your end of the melon patch? The weather finally started to cool a bit here yesterday, in fact we even had a little cloud cover. With the sun partially blocked, even at 94F it was pleasant, enough so that I got 2 walks in. I'm not quite back to where I was 2 years ago when I was on that health kick, but each day I'm out there working at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of health, I was almost back to being able to do my "business" without screaming like a banshee when another stone showed up. This one thankfully was much smaller, but it still brings a high-pitched yodel. Because of the heat here I'm of course drinking lots of water, so its been pretty melodious around the Bear the past few days. To the uninitiated it might sound like I'm strangling a cat in here, but anyone, especially male, that has ripped up the drain pipe knows what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to Dixie. I'm more convinced than ever I did the right thing by her by finding her that home in the country in Clinton. The little darlin' just loved running in the grass, and of course there is absolutely not a blade of it around here. To bring her down here, when she hated travelling to begin with, to lay on a hot concrete slab at the end of a chain would have been cruel. There are, I'm told, 50 sites in this park, and other than the manager's dog that hardly ever comes out of the house, there is not another dog to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw her she was where an active dog should be, having free rein on her little estate, not tied up in the heat. As much as I hated to see her go, I'm equally as glad that she's where she belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much planned this week other than shopping around for an ATV. Found a few more in the local buy-and-sell type paper, in fact I've signed on to their website, so hopefully it will work out soon. The other thing of course is to get my TV turned on. As soon as I get that accomplished I've got a satellite dish lined up, then I'm all set. Phone, Internet, water tank, and soon (I hope) transportation. But in the meantime there's always shank's pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your weekend is going well, and I'll probably find something to natter about tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-6498635992963680854?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/6498635992963680854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=6498635992963680854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6498635992963680854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6498635992963680854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/612.html' title='612'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RyPE-xQuuNI/AAAAAAAAAec/WHEjvdlm0JY/s72-c/image0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1250926856057750276</id><published>2007-10-27T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T04:17:22.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>611</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RyJRbRQuuMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/v3byK9K8r28/s1600-h/o78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125748854832937154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RyJRbRQuuMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/v3byK9K8r28/s400/o78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A FAVOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman on a flight from Mexico asked the priest beside her, "Father, may I ask a favor?" "Of course, what may I do for you?" the priest replied. "Well, I bought an expensive hair dryer for my mother's birthday. It's unopened and over my customs limits. I'm afraid they'll confiscate it. Is there any way you could carry it through for me? Under your robes, perhaps?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you, I will not lie," said the devout man. "With your honest face, Father, no one will question you." When they reached the customs area, she let the priest go ahead of her. The official asked, "Father, do you have anything to declare?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare." The official thought this answer strange, so asked, "And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?" "I have a marvelous instrument designed for a woman's use, but which is, to date, unused." The official said, "Go ahead, Father. Next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANGER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the little country store, the stranger noticed a sign posted on the glass door saying, "Danger! Beware of Dog!" Inside, he noticed a harmless old hound dog asleep on the floor beside the cash register. He asked the store manager, "Is that the dog folks are supposed to beware of?" "Yep, that's him," he replied. The stranger couldn't help but be amused. "That certainly doesn't look like a dangerous dog to me. Why in the world would you post that sign?" "Because," the owner replied, "before I posted that sign, people kept tripping over him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LICENSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An immigrant went to the DMV to apply for a driver's license. First, of course, he had to take an eye test. The optician showed him a card with the letters, "C-Z-W-I-X-N-O-S-T-A-C-Z." "Can you read this?" the optician asked. "Read it?" the guy replied, "I know the guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARTY GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John receives a phone call. "Hello," he answers. The voice on the other end says, "This is Susan. We met at a party about three months ago." John says, "Susan? About three months ago?" Susan says, "Yes, it was at Bill's house. After the party you took me home. On the way we parked and got into the back seat. You told me I was a good sport." John says, "Oh, yeah. Susan! How are you?" Susan replies, "I'm pregnant by you and I'm going to kill myself." John says, "Say, you really ARE a good sport!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POOR DOGGIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing a shot, Hank ran next door and found his friend Tony crying. "Say, what's wrong?" Hank asked. Tony sobbed, "I had to shoot my dog." Hank said, "My God! Was he mad?" Tony replied, "Well, he wasn't exactly overjoyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHEEP DOG BRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The success of the "Wonder Bra" for under-endowed women, has encouraged the designers to come out with a bra for over-endowed women. It's called the "Sheep Dog Bra." It rounds them up and points them in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VET VISIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert took his dog to the vet. "Doctor," he said sadly, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to cut off my dog's tail." The vet stepped back, "Bert, why should I do such a terrible thing?" Bert replied, "Because my mother-in-law's arriving tomorrow, and I don't want anything to make her think she's welcome." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1250926856057750276?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1250926856057750276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1250926856057750276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1250926856057750276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1250926856057750276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/611.html' title='611'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RyJRbRQuuMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/v3byK9K8r28/s72-c/o78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5059061277728157950</id><published>2007-10-26T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T03:27:50.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>610</title><content type='html'>Morning folks, and thank you! Especially to my little babushka for the great job she did on the graphics. I'm glad I wasn't able to embiggen the moonies, that might have been just a tad much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did get up to Parker, I was told almost at the last moment that the bus was full. Since I'm pretty well stocked with food etc, that part didn't bother me, but I so wanted to buy a universal remote for my TV in the hopes that I can turn it on after my little boo-boo with the on/off button. I also wanted to shop for an ATV, because I've about given up on finding a suitable beater around here. The more I see them running around here, the more sense they make for me. I could do my shopping etc, but also go off into the desert and ride the trails. Find a little trailer for it and take it back north with me in the spring. Having never bought one I really don't know what to expect price-wise, but if I can find one that's reasonable I'll probably buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what I did to celebrate the big day, well, what I do most days. Walked up town, did my chores, and spent a relaxing day here. Besides, it was too hot to do much, 106F at noon. In fact I never even had a cold one, there's still 25 left in the 30-pack I bought 2 weeks ago. The Bear ain't exactly party central. One thing I did enjoy though was the phone calls, very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat doesn't bother me too much, besides it will start cooling soon. I'm still not running the A/C, but the shower sure gets used. So here I am, all clean, chores done, and boring. After the life I've led I'm enjoying every minute of the boredom. It will be 3 weeks tomorrow that I've been here, and with the truck that would have meant about 12,000 miles, but the Bear hasn't moved an inch. Yep, I can handle this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank you all. I'll try to find some clean(er) jokes for tomorrow, and L'il Bear will be here on Sunday to talk about Dixie. Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5059061277728157950?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5059061277728157950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5059061277728157950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5059061277728157950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5059061277728157950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/610.html' title='610'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8682964578722956463</id><published>2007-10-24T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:06:42.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>609</title><content type='html'>Thursday the 25th. is a special day for someone in this Blog Family!    Guess who???   Yep,  the OLD FART  himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/album2/bdaybobbanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/wrbday02.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us Haremettes were planning on climbing inside a huge boithday cake and being sent to you,  but the Post Office couldn't guarantee the icing wouldn't all melt before it got to you,   and WE couldn't guarantee that the icing wouldn't all be eaten before it got to you.   So we scratched that idea and instead we're sending you cyber boithday hugs instead.  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/cid_007001c6b77b884017c0210110acVAL.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/pussmun2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake looked something like this one but much bigger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/album2/misc205XX.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However you celebrate  your day,  whatever  you do to pass the time on your birthday Bob,  if you DO end up like your fuzzy pal below,  I hope you at least aren't hanging over tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/pty-garfield.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no getting around the fact that you're not as young as you used to be,  but not to worry you're still a spring chicken in our eyes.     Hope you can outrun the candles though......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/canthide-line.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now from all of us..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/moon.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/moon.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/moon.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/moon.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/moon.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/moon.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/moon.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/moon.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/moon.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......a little Boithday Moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/hb-bday16.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/cid_000a01c61415619dfb506400a8c0bre.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love on your birthday Bob,   from all of us!  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/album2/bobsbearbuddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8682964578722956463?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8682964578722956463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8682964578722956463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8682964578722956463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8682964578722956463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/609.html' title='609'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-6709484667791426277</id><published>2007-10-24T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T02:35:33.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>608</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Thought I'd better pop in and let you know that all is well with me before my imposed exile. I was kind of hoping the "day" would pass without notice, because like a lot of people, men especially, I'm not comfortable being fussed over. Unless of course she's na......oh, wait, that's something else......never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what &lt;a href="http://judlesblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;you-know-who &lt;/a&gt;has up her sleeve, but since I'm going up to Parker early in the morning, it will be sort of a surprise to see when I get back. Hey, I just thought of something. Since I gave her gold to Boop, this could be payback time. I'm doomed! Maybe I won't come back. At any rate it's great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the clamps I've been talking about. If I keep the awning taut it will stand quite a bit of wind, but with the top ones (both sides) being 10' off the ground you can see the need for a ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx6eZnhApdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tMT1IZ7sMi4/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124707588935558610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx6eZnhApdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tMT1IZ7sMi4/s400/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In looking at this picture of AWOL McSTAGGER you have to wonder if he's back on the sauce, or still on the sauce. There is absolutely nothing going on behind those eyes. Scary when you think that this is arguably the most powerful man on the planet. No less reliable a source than the International Red Cross confirms over a million dead Iraqis, with a further 3 million having fled their own country, not to mention the dead and wounded US servicepeople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx6eZXhApcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/yiOhSktN8P8/s1600-h/leader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124707584640591298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx6eZXhApcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/yiOhSktN8P8/s400/leader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us why, you sock-puppet, you allowed your masters to manipulate you into perpetrating this tragedy upon humanity. No don't bother, it was for the oil. Since it's us common folk that pay for it in the end, why didn't you just buy it? But no, as with every other thing you've done in your sorry life, you've bankrupted your country's treasury, and world reputation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated posting this rant, but with his handlers egging him on to start yet another war, this time with Iran, that would probably turn nuclear, the little guy has got to say, Enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that, but we now return to our regularly scheduled programming. Hope you're all well, and I'll see you in the Comments today, and when I return from Parker tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-6709484667791426277?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/6709484667791426277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=6709484667791426277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6709484667791426277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6709484667791426277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/608.html' title='608'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx6eZnhApdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tMT1IZ7sMi4/s72-c/IMG_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1979598684827444827</id><published>2007-10-23T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T02:01:43.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>607</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Not much natterin' today, just wanted to check in. Feeling okay, but still a bit shakey from the weekend. The winds finally died down, so I dragged the ladder over, put the awnings back up, put 8 clamps on the big one, took the ladder back, and returned just in time for the winds to pick up. AARRGGHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that the water here is not the best, embiggen this to see what I mean. That crusty stuff on the vents of a swamp cooler that a fellow uses here in the park, because he doesn't have an A/C, is from the water. If I don't wipe my sinks dry with a paper towel after every use they look like they were painted white. As for your laundry, well, let's just say that you don't have to add much starch. Now you know why I ordered a tank from Yosemite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx0z7XhApYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mCIWfp84sUE/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124309046035260802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx0z7XhApYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mCIWfp84sUE/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bill, check out this fishing rod. That must be a prehistoric fish on the line, because there's certainly no water in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the welder that built it, Upriver Dave, and it is just over 50' high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx0z73hApZI/AAAAAAAAAds/nDBwdj9E1YA/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124309054625195410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx0z73hApZI/AAAAAAAAAds/nDBwdj9E1YA/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the parks I mentioned looking for vendors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx0z73hApaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7m41rtBOg2I/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124309054625195426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx0z73hApaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7m41rtBOg2I/s400/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Dixie liked grass, I'm not sure she would have liked this stroll. This is for the people in the Park above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx0z8nhApbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/iw-nnG2efFQ/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124309067510097330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx0z8nhApbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/iw-nnG2efFQ/s400/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That's all for today folks. See ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1979598684827444827?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1979598684827444827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1979598684827444827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1979598684827444827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1979598684827444827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/607.html' title='607'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rx0z7XhApYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mCIWfp84sUE/s72-c/IMG_0231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-2900715261591724491</id><published>2007-10-22T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T02:33:49.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>606</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, it looks like I'll live to fight another round, feeling a lot better. But before the health gods were finished with me yesterday they had me spit out another kidney stone that made Saturday seem like a walk in the park. YOWW-WEEE! I don't think that was the reason I was feeling so lousy, just coincidence, but I was sort of expecting it because I've had a lot of discomfort in the nether region lately. I've lost count of the number of times it's happened, but it never gets any easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although painful, the scary part is the blood. These things are like chunks of quartz (another coincidence?), full of sharp edges that cut you up pretty badly. It usually takes a few days to heal up, so I'll be waiting until I'm almost ready to wet myself before going, because it's not pleasant. The poor ol' fella has been Roto-Rootered so many times that I'm surprised it still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one analyzed at the lab at home once, and was told that it was calcium. I eat a normal diet so I don't know why my body stores it up so much, just like I don't know why my body produced so much of the growth hormone prolactin to form the tumor. There was a time when I lived on antacids (calcium), but I haven't used them in years, yet keep spittin' the stones out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably more information than anyone needed, but since my life is an open book, and it is my site, you get it all here, the good, the bad, and the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds did bring a relief from the heat, it only hit 82F yesterday, but they also brought the dust. Molly-Maids where are you when I need you. Everything in here is covered with a fine coat of grit. Oh well, I've got a good sheep's-wool duster, and a can of compressed air, so I can stay on top of it until the winds die down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go for a walk yesterday and found a fresh produce place that is just setting up, and which is only about half as far as the store I've been going to. Slowly all the vendors are getting ready for the season. Also noticing a few more CDN license plates, mainly BC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, have a good week. Probably see ya tomorrow with some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-2900715261591724491?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/2900715261591724491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=2900715261591724491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2900715261591724491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2900715261591724491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/606.html' title='606'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5728086610786761919</id><published>2007-10-21T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T05:53:06.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>605</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rxs9nHhApXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ny0RnF7_tjc/s1600-h/image0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123756743305766258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rxs9nHhApXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ny0RnF7_tjc/s400/image0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning folks. Little slow on the draw today, in fact wasn't going to show up at all, but figured that since I mentioned the l'il guy up there I'd better keep my word. Besides, I need something to snap me out of the way I feel. I've had my butt whupped and felt better than this, damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether you-know-who is testing me again, or I've overdone it with all the walking in the heat, but yesterday was not good.  I seem to be coming out of it, but I'm going to lay low for a couple of days. I actually got dressed yesterday and thought I could walk it off, but my balance was kerblooey so I just hung around here all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat yesterday didn't help but I think it was just because I wasn't feeling well. It stayed at 104F under the awning most of the day, then the winds came. Damn, it was like being in a blast furnace. I don't run the A/C that much because it stuffs me up, but the shower sure got used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds blew so hard in the night I'm almost afraid to see if the awnings made it. I did go out a couple of times and checked but finally just played out. If you're wondering why I didn't just put them up, it's because of the way I've got them secured. I would have had to get a ladder and remove the clamps I have securing the tarp part to the arms, and I just didn't have the jam. But the Bear was sure rockin' in the night, and you could have come a-knockin' because it wasn't me doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, a couple of cups of joe, a couple of smokie-butts, a little hunt-and-pecking on here and I'm starting to come around a bit. Other than the heat part because of where I am, I go through this every once in a while, but as I've said before, it sure beats the alternative. 6-8 months indeed! If this little blip hadn't shown up I had planned to talk about Dixie today, but I can do that another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I'm coming around, I'm hungrier than a rat, so I'm going to cook me up a big ol' breakfast. Ham steak, eggs, pan fries with grilled onions, and sliced tomatoes. YES! I'd better keep feeling better because that's a pile of dishes to clean up. Who knows, might even be able to have a nap before the heat returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how therapeutic this blogging is for me.  I went from feeling like something the cat coughed up to looking forward to chowing down big time. So enough natterin', I have some kitchen duties to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the rest of your weekend goes as well as mine seems to be shaping up to be. As always, thanks for stopping by, and thanks for being there to help me over these little humps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5728086610786761919?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5728086610786761919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5728086610786761919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5728086610786761919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5728086610786761919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/605.html' title='605'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rxs9nHhApXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ny0RnF7_tjc/s72-c/image0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-3953070638986239373</id><published>2007-10-20T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T06:43:47.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>604</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rxlq83hApWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SRhpDi2CXFU/s1600-h/o78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123243645037749602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rxlq83hApWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SRhpDi2CXFU/s400/o78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning: R-Rated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Journey of Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend. When I was 16 I got a girlfriend, but there was no passion, so I decided I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 25 I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 28 I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 31, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and married her. She was so ambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now older and wiser and looking for a girl with big tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORAL SEX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was in a coma. She had been in it for months. Nurses were in her room giving her a blanket bath. One of them was washing her private area and noticed that there was a slight response on the monitor when she touched her. They tried it again and sure enough there was sizeable movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to her husband and explained what happened. "As crazy as this sounds," they said, "maybe a little oral sex will do the trick and bring her out of the coma." The husband was skeptical, but they assured him that they'd close the curtains for privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband finally agreed and went into his wife's room. After a few minutes the woman's monitor flat lined, no pulse, no heart rate. The nurses ran back into the room."What happened!?" they cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband said, "I'm not sure, I think she choked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interesting Health Fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that in the human body there is a nerve that connects the eyeball to the anus? It's called the Anal Optic Nerve, and it is responsible for giving people a shitty outlook on life. If you don't believe it, try to pull a hair from your arse and see if it doesn't bring a tear to your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Massage man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a long line of people waiting for a bank teller, one guy suddenly started massaging the back of the person in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised, the man in front turned and snarled, "Just what the hell are you doing?" Well," said the guy, "You see, I'm a chiropractor and I could see that you were tense, so I had to massage your back. Sometimes I just can't help practicing my art!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" the guy replied. "I work for Revenue Canada. Do you see me f**king the guy in front of me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blame Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-3953070638986239373?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/3953070638986239373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=3953070638986239373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3953070638986239373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3953070638986239373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/warning-r-rated-journey-of-man-when-i.html' title='604'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rxlq83hApWI/AAAAAAAAAdU/SRhpDi2CXFU/s72-c/o78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1899101175105502487</id><published>2007-10-19T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T02:13:32.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>603</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, another fruitful day on my walk yesterday. First, I signed up for a charter bus trip to Laughlin NV on Nov 15th. They'll pick me up here at my site, go up to the casinos, spend the day, and return to my site at 10pm. The cost? $15. Who needs a car? Also thinking about a day trip to the San Diego Zoo for $89, including admission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the store, I lucked out again and got a ride back to the Bear, but far more importantly, I learned something that is going to save me about $300/month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smoke cigarettes. I'm not particularly proud of it, nor am I particularly ashamed of it. I'm not convinced that they are worse than the diesel fumes I breathed for years, or the chemicals I hauled that would turn my skin red while unloading, or any other number of things we ingest. Or hauling crude oil with H2S gas in it that was so dangerous that you couldn't take a breath while around the vent pipe on your tank, because as I was taught on the course I took, you'll only get one good breath of it, when it's time for the next one you won't be breathing. You get bet your ass that when I got the load pumped on, the hoses and fittings put away, and truckin' for the pipeline, the first thing I did was fire one up, with a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home I was paying $86/carton, and since they only allowed me 2 cartons from the Duty-Free store when I crossed the border, I was running low. So I started asking questions, and this is where the savings come in. I bought a 1-lb bag of tobacco, plus the tubes, enough to make 2 cartons of cigarettes for $19.99. I already have the little machine. So at a carton a week thats $40/month as opposed to $344. The fellow that told me about it let me try one and it was just another smokie-butt. Besides, my brain tumor has absolutely nothing to do with smoking, and so far that's my only health problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, pictures. This is the "river" that runs through town that I cross every day on my walk. You don't want to see some of the shortcuts I take. I've even been chased by a dog, thank God he cut it short. (Don't forget to embiggen these)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxfQTnhApQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Vqs0dO0X48w/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122792136600757506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxfQTnhApQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Vqs0dO0X48w/s400/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just one of many, many parking lot vendors, and I'm told once the season starts they'll be wall-to-wall. I've even seen RV parks advertising for them to set up in their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxfQUHhApRI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5DWfxNev9WY/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122792145190692114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxfQUHhApRI/AAAAAAAAAcU/5DWfxNev9WY/s400/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more savings for me, I'll be able to buy all the Haremettes some jewelry for Xmas. Except of course for the ones that take shots at me.&lt;em&gt; Old Fart indeed&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxfQU3hApSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/joISGHqeE20/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122792158075594018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxfQU3hApSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/joISGHqeE20/s400/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this park, with the paved street lined with palms, is admittedly nicer than the one I'm in. It's also $200/month more costly, for the same services I get here. Pretty, but no thanks. I found prices that run the gamut, from $94 to this one. I'm in the middle and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxfQVXhApTI/AAAAAAAAAck/zfbJPoa8S8E/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122792166665528626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxfQVXhApTI/AAAAAAAAAck/zfbJPoa8S8E/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So there you have it, little natterin', walk around town, and the knowledge that all is plumb fine in my world. For those that can make it I'll have some Saturday Chuckles, and a visit by L'il Bear on Sunday. For everyone of course, have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1899101175105502487?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1899101175105502487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1899101175105502487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1899101175105502487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1899101175105502487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/603.html' title='603'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxfQTnhApQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Vqs0dO0X48w/s72-c/IMG_0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7963749285313976861</id><published>2007-10-18T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T02:05:13.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>602</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Each morning I start off on my walkabout before the sun gets cranked up too high, but there are so many little shops, stalls, parking-lot vendors etc that by the time I've got more junk than I carry I'm 2 miles from home, and the sweat is running off me. I could phone for the bus, but by the time it gets around to me I can slowly walk back. Besides, slow and steady wins the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don, the fellow you described is the one running the bookstore here. Your description of his mode of dress, &lt;em&gt;as little as the law will allow, &lt;/em&gt;seems to be accurate. I learned that he wears only a thong, or hackey-sack, so until the weather cools and he puts some damn clothes on, I'll hold off passing on your request. Now, if he was of a different gender I'd be camped on the doorstep. Oh, by the way, he's known around town as "Cheeks". Wonder why. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Lovely Rita the Meter Maid that told me about him. Her and I ended up having a great conversation, very friendly. Hmmm, next time I get lonely I might have her come over and look at my "meter". &lt;em&gt;You just don't quit, do you&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is just down the street from me, which is a good thing, because if I don't stop buying junk I might end up a client. And I haven't even hit the dollar store yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxaoLHhApOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/0mRAA15Whq8/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122466535130047714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxaoLHhApOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/0mRAA15Whq8/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Alex, remember the log home on stilts that I found for our love-nest in Dawson City? Perhaps you shouldn't have been so quick to give it the thumbs down, because after the trip North, and now the trip down here, this is all I'm able to afford. Don't despair though, I've got me a couple of big ol' rolls of duct tape and in no time I'll have it looking good. What? Man, there's just no pleasing you is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxaoLnhApPI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-jNq5xSKU6c/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122466543719982322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxaoLnhApPI/AAAAAAAAAcE/-jNq5xSKU6c/s400/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can probably tell, I'm enjoying the hell out of being here. Years back I used to truck through here and wonder why anyone would choose this place, well I don't wonder anymore. I look forward every day to head out on foot exploring, it's just so alien to any place I've been before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As always, thanks for stopping by, and I'll have some more pics tomorrow. Take care guys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7963749285313976861?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7963749285313976861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7963749285313976861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7963749285313976861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7963749285313976861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/602.html' title='602'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxaoLHhApOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/0mRAA15Whq8/s72-c/IMG_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8373763227354358849</id><published>2007-10-17T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:27:44.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>601</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, the big shopping trip to California went very well, although the 45 minutes at 3 different stops went out the window at the first store. There were only 5 of us on the bus, and I'm sure we hit every store over there. The driver asked where any of us wanted to go, and away we'd go to the next stop. Midway through we stopped at a Sizzler for a leisurely lunch, then off to a farm for fresh fruit and vegetables. I came out of there with 4 bags, and someone asked if I was a vegetarian....No, but I think I'm going to be for the next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we were gone 6 1/2 hours, and I made good use of the time, I'm well stocked now. By the time we got back I was draggin' butt, but not so much that I couldn't get into my comfys, and sit outside with a big ol' bowl of SHRIMP! I mean how cool is that, sitting out on the desert scarfin' shrimp. Ya gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also enjoyed the drive over and back as it let me see some of the country. Didn't take the camera because I wasn't sure what to expect, but next time I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same bus goes up to Parker AZ tomorrow, and if I don't take it this week I will next trip. It also goes up to Lake Havasu, but I've got to get a schedule as to when. Also down to Yuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fare is by donation so I put $5 in the pot, because it was worth every penny and more. When I take the longer trips I'll bump it up accordingly. Still amazes me that this service is available, but a person would be a fool not to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little glitch in my internet connection, for some reason they changed my "port", but after spending an hour on the phone with a tech support guy in Wisconsin, managed to re-program the modem and get back online. Sure hope that doesn't happen again, it was panic city here, especially for what I'm paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much planned for today, just going to kind of veg out, literally. I have found an '84 Bronco to go look at, but after yesterday I'm in no hurry. Hope all is well with you guys, and I'll probably see ya tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I found you a Super-8 motel just a mile west of here Jim, so if you still plan on dropping my Xmas present off here you'll have a place to bunk down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8373763227354358849?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8373763227354358849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8373763227354358849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8373763227354358849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8373763227354358849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/601.html' title='601'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8275378104005986965</id><published>2007-10-16T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T03:24:04.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>600</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. If you're looking for good news you've come to the right place, but first, Kudos to you guys. This is post #600 at this site, with 36,000 hits and counting, and without you none of it would be possible. Add to those numbers 2 years at my previous page, Over The Road, and you'll see why I'm so grateful to be a part of this. Thank you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the good news. Instead of constantly debating with myself about not bringing the car down, or sitting here whining, each day I go out and ask questions, beat the bushes, and in the process get my chores done. It paid off yesterday because I hit the jackpot. My transportation problems are no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While hoofing it to the bank I spotted one of those Handy-Dart type of small buses and managed to flag the driver down. What I learned is almost too good to be true, but it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I need to go somewhere in town I simply call this number, and wait for the bus to pick me up right here at my site. But wait, it gets better. Every Tuesday and Thursday the bus goes over to Blythe on a shopping run. But wait, it gets even better. The cost? $2, if you have it, free if you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the shopping run, that I'm booked on this morning, the bus stops at a major department store, a major grocery store, and a fresh fruit and produce market. 45 minutes at each stop, then right back to my door! You can bet your sweet bippy I've got my list made out, and when I hit the store, watch out! Grab a cart, fill the cart, pay, and back on the bus. YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how many $2 bus trips I can take for what it would have cost to get the car down here, or how much it would cost to buy, licence, and insure even a beater? As for getting further afield, leave it with me, I'll find a solution. I am so happy about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy enough in fact to not be in the least concerned about Chimpy McStagger being pi**ed at me for making fun of him the other day. In fact when I heard he was coming over to whup my butt, I used the same words he used to Osama Bin Forgotten, Bring It On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does appear to be full of resolvitude, but it's going to take more than that cowboyerin' belt he's wearing to impress me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Dubya, grab your lower lip, pull it up over your forehead, and swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxPmjHhApJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/W74TydqRr00/s1600-h/310_bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121690692237698194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxPmjHhApJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/W74TydqRr00/s400/310_bush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well guys, this happy camper bids you a good day. I'm going to California for $2. YeeHaww!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8275378104005986965?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8275378104005986965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8275378104005986965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8275378104005986965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8275378104005986965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/600.html' title='600'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxPmjHhApJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/W74TydqRr00/s72-c/310_bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1698037797257779650</id><published>2007-10-15T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:03:51.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>599</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. I held off going over to Blythe CA yesterday so that I could be close to the phone for Betty. She did call, and asked that I tell you how much she appreciates your kind thoughts and prayers. She also told me that she understands better now what I mean about this blog family. Contary to what a lot of people think, computers, used properly, can be a wonderful thing, and this was just one small example. We are spread all over the globe, but were able to come together and show compassion when needed. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was getting awfully close to having to try and make a salad from the lint in the vacuum cleaner bag, I walked to the store before the sun got too cruel. Hoo- boy, what a hike. I kept the shopping to a mininum but still had 3 bags, so I gritted my tooth and prepared for the Death March home. As I was standing outside the store a fellow that looked like a good ol' boy pulled up and within minutes I had a ride home. I offered him a cold one as thanks, but he passed this time. He's going to help me find a beater, but in the meantime he said that anytime he's in my area he'll stop by for the cold one and take me wherever I need to go. Think we found a new member to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few more pictures of where I am. This one I took out along the street in front. That car is in Site 1, Site 2 is empty but reserved, and I'm in Site 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxKCVXhApEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/bc0P3diMYVg/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121299029875008578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxKCVXhApEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/bc0P3diMYVg/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the same shot, you can see the back of the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxKCVnhApFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Tu6t7r6tOrA/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121299034169975890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxKCVnhApFI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Tu6t7r6tOrA/s400/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd hate to stumble and fall into this, would definitely be a major oweee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxKCWHhApGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OqFG7ULjfH4/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121299042759910498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxKCWHhApGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OqFG7ULjfH4/s400/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you embiggen this you'll see the Cafe sign just up the street from me. I go there for the health food, as in a big ol' plate of yummy-damn-yummy biscuits and gravy. Afterall I have an image to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxKCWXhApHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OA-bvC45YYI/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121299047054877810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxKCWXhApHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/OA-bvC45YYI/s400/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a much appreciated shade tree just to the right of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxKCWnhApII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4KTfn0TyMUw/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121299051349845122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxKCWnhApII/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4KTfn0TyMUw/s400/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll start taking the camera with me when I go wandering, and yes I'll take some DVs and hope they'll post. Now all I have to do is win the lottery and bring you all down for a barby. There's actually a clubhouse here for the use of the tenants, so maybe I should buy a ticket. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been quite a year for me, up to the Yukon and Alaska, settled in Clinton, and now down here in this beautiful weather. So take that Timmy, there's still lots of life for me to live, made all the better by being able to share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope your week goes well guys. See ya tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1698037797257779650?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1698037797257779650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1698037797257779650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1698037797257779650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1698037797257779650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/599.html' title='599'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxKCVXhApEI/AAAAAAAAAaw/bc0P3diMYVg/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1091969927393610444</id><published>2007-10-14T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T02:42:05.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>598</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFP43hApDI/AAAAAAAAAao/IsKfOBnXF6U/s1600-h/image0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120962089690637362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFP43hApDI/AAAAAAAAAao/IsKfOBnXF6U/s400/image0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning folks. Ol' Rip Van Wrinkled up there told me to keep the nattering down today, because he's trying to have a nap. &lt;em&gt;Like, when isn't he?&lt;/em&gt; So in an effort to keep him happy here are some pictures of my new home, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Bear in my site. You'll notice I still haven't bought any "furniture". This little bit got me by while camping in the North, but now that I intend to have visitors over I'll buy some chairs, table, barbeque etc. I'm going to wait until the parking lot sales start. Also deciding whether to put a carpet down, or paint the concrete a color that will match the awning. I'm leaning towards paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFOkXhAo-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/EACdhDdJ1qs/s1600-h/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120960637991691234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFOkXhAo-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/EACdhDdJ1qs/s400/IMG_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the oranges I mentioned, look at the size of those rascals. Might have to get a whole galloon of Wodka when it's Screwdriver time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFOk3hAo_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/grSSFwUW4Wg/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120960646581625842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFOk3hAo_I/AAAAAAAAAaI/grSSFwUW4Wg/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the orange tree at the back of the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFOlHhApAI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gw9pFov9mgw/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120960650876593154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFOlHhApAI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/gw9pFov9mgw/s400/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Palm tree at the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFOlXhApBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_YcWvT4L1Xw/s1600-h/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120960655171560466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFOlXhApBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_YcWvT4L1Xw/s400/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look over the top of that trailer you'll see the "Q", signifying I suppose, Quartzsite Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFOlnhApCI/AAAAAAAAAag/iI8RM2XNfzQ/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120960659466527778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFOlnhApCI/AAAAAAAAAag/iI8RM2XNfzQ/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few more, but this will show you where I'll be spending my winter pretty much. Since the southern part of B.C. is so green pretty well year round I thought the lack of grass would bother me, but not so, the sand and gravel seem to fit the weather. Besides, it sure as heck beats the snow I spent so many years chaining up in. So Judles my dear, and others in a cold clime, I'll be thinking of you as I sip a freshly squeezed orange from my tree. It's going to be rough, but I'm willing to go through it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note I think I'd better take my leave, while I still can. Hope you're all well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A sad note. Betty's sister Marg passed away yesterday morning. Please keep Boop in your thoughts, this is a bad time for her. I'm so glad that I got my phone in, and am doubly glad that the boys are there for her. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1091969927393610444?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1091969927393610444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1091969927393610444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1091969927393610444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1091969927393610444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/598.html' title='598'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RxFP43hApDI/AAAAAAAAAao/IsKfOBnXF6U/s72-c/image0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1938445054144354121</id><published>2007-10-13T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:29:43.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>597</title><content type='html'>Morning folks, and yes it feels good to be able to say that. Quickly, my absence can be explained thusly....had a little setback a few days before leaving Clinton, got over that, but then couldn't get online before leaving. So, Monday morning Oct 1, as planned, I put the car into storage in a locked, guarded compound, saddled up and rode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my border crossing, Osoyoos, took me past the dealer's where I bought the Bear, I stopped, had a great visit, and also had my 2-day pass at an upscale RV Park/Holiday Resort renewed since I hadn't got to use it. Stayed there in Winfield Monday and Tuesday night, but strangely couldn't get online other than dragging everything to a Rec center. No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning, off to the border. Everything in life should be as easy as the crossing was. Checked me out on the computer, made a perfunctory walk through the Bear, chatted a few minutes, wished me a safe trip, and it was finally YeeHaw time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at the first grocery store, stocked up a bit, and get this, they gave ME exchange on CDN dollars. How sweet it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my talk about taking my time coming down, I was back in my element. So I hammered down, and 3 days later I pulled in here. I actually did stop a few places, but the weather was lousy (snow and 32F) and I figured if I've got to burn propane to run the furnace, I might as well burn gas and turn the wheels. Besides, putting me behind the wheel is like putting your hand in a glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Saturday noon, Oct 6, I was set up here, rent paid, at the Paradise RV park in Quartzsite AZ. Within an hour I had ordered phone installation, and high-speed internet. On Wednesday, as promised, they showed up but found a problem with the junction box, so it was Thursday when I got my phone working, and yesterday (Fri) UPS delivered my modem. I managed to hook everything up properly, and the rest is history. I brought my wireless router with me and will try to get it working today, because it is a jungle in here with all the wires etc., but no matter, I'm on and plan to stay on until at least the end of March. So be prepared for some industrial-strength natterin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I still haven't found a beater for transportation, I'm going to drive the Bear over to Blythe CA tomorrow ( no biggie..20 miles) do a bunch of shopping, and buy a new TV, since I managed to bust this one. The on/off button wasn't working properly, and being so patient (NOT!) I poked my finger right into the TV. Whoops! Hopefully by Wednesday my satellite dish will be set up and I'll be all set. I've also ordered a 50 gallon water tank from Yosemite Mountain Spring Water, because the water here is not the best, to put it kindly. So slowly it's all coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the weather, well, for the first time in my life I'm wandering around in sandals and shorts, and lovin' it! Still a bit hot during the day ( 104 under the awning), but cools off nicely at night. The days will start cooling shortly, and then just be perfect all winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take some shots of my site with it's concrete patio slab and storage shed, and also the loaded orange tree just at the back of the Bear. Not ripe yet, but boy are they big oranges. Might have to get me a jug of wodka and make some screwdrivers. Speaking of booze, I bought a 30-pack of beer (Natural Ice) for $13.49. Who needs water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you are guys, all caught up. It's just so damn nice to be back with you. As I sat here this week waiting to get hooked up I realized what an intregal part of my life this is, and you are. And for that, among other things, I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be as nice to yourselves as you are with me, and life will truly be a bowl of cherries. I know that sounds corny, but damnit, I'm hungry. At least I didn't mention shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1938445054144354121?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1938445054144354121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1938445054144354121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1938445054144354121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1938445054144354121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/597.html' title='597'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7616187309360305738</id><published>2007-10-12T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:40:09.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>596</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. Butt-whuppin' or no, it is just so damn good to be back. My absence was certainly not planned, and with a little 'splaining you'll see that it was all very innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, I simply don't have the words to tell you of my feelings in reading the comments. I've long referred to us as a blog family, and what I found when I hooked up the modem just minutes ago stands testament to that. I may be alone physically, but I'm far from being alone thanks to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to talk with Boop this morning, and it warmed my heart to hear her confirm what we all know, that my little Babushka is okay. Jude, she really appreciated your call, and I thank you so much for doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I want to tell you, but for now I'll stick this up, and on my next post (soon) I'll walk you through the trip down. I've actually been set up here in Quartzsite since last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't, and won't, single any one person out, so how about a big ol' group grope, er, hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now going to try and sort out the wires, cords, etc before I strangle myself in here. Next up, satellite TV, my own water tank, and find me a beater to hunt down the chickareenos, or go to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7616187309360305738?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7616187309360305738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7616187309360305738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7616187309360305738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7616187309360305738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/596.html' title='596'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-6318911621671075379</id><published>2007-10-10T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:19:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>595</title><content type='html'>Jude here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're all agreed that we're looking forward to lining up to give Bob a kick in the pants for not speaking to us.   I'm thinking that while we're waiting,  we could have a little fun with this,  no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we each own a leg or two with a foot on the end to kick with,  there might just be some other choice weapons to use on the naughty Trucker too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/album2/bobwhip.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  I'm concerned he might like that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/album2/bobpaddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh,  no I think he'd REALLY like that one too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v146/Judles/album2/bobbeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your choice,  any other suggestions?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no,  those are not devil horns you see growing out of my head.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob knows I'm not evIL,   but that I just like to get evEN.   Mua haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude  (aka Judles,   aka Babushka,   aka Dudette)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-6318911621671075379?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/6318911621671075379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=6318911621671075379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6318911621671075379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/6318911621671075379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-were-all-agreed-that-were-looking.html' title='595'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5871469841822567343</id><published>2007-10-07T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:19:02.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>594</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone this is Jude, Bob is OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me all damn day to get the courage to.... A) bother Betty and..... B) find out if anything happened to Bob. I'm sorry I made you all wait, but I guess I'm just a damn chicken about hearing any potential bad news. I had a lovely chat with Betty (Boop) boy is she a wonderful lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he left over a week ago (she couldn't remember which day for certain) and said he was going to take his time getting down to Arizona, perhaps even a few weeks. So I don't know whether to hug the guy or kick him in the pants for scaring us so bad! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending some time with Betty on the phone talking about her terminally ill sister (still bad news there unfortunately) and about Bob, she very kindly agreed to take down my phone number in the event something like this (but scarier) ever happens so that we will all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob, if and when you read this post, consider yourself in big trouble for scaring us! Might as well bend over so we can all line up to hug you then kick you one. Hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5871469841822567343?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5871469841822567343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5871469841822567343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5871469841822567343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5871469841822567343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-everyone-this-is-jude-bob-is-okay-it.html' title='594'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-367686657261145920</id><published>2007-09-26T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T02:43:32.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>593</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Since I basically live on my Government pensions, with a little piggy-bank for emergencies, I guess I'd better give credit to Commander Codpiece for helping me make the decision to go south for the winter. Thanks to his ineptness in handling the US economy, as with everything else he touches, my once lowly Canadian dollar is, for all intents and purposes, at par with the once mighty US dollar. So, although it pains me to say it, thank you Dubya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rvm_vaX7AoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/zCkWpb5m49o/s1600-h/chimpy-McFlightsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114329673110323842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rvm_vaX7AoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/zCkWpb5m49o/s400/chimpy-McFlightsuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the rate he's going I wonder how long it will be before this is the coin of the realm. Never say whoa in a tight spot Georgie, keep going, I need all the help I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvnAgaX7AqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_jIFA6PUSgA/s1600-h/peso-monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114330514923913890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvnAgaX7AqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/_jIFA6PUSgA/s400/peso-monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shortly before I came off the road in '02 I was paying as high as 56% exchange, and since just about all my miles were in the US, you can see how much this means to me. So this is sort of like the old ad for Double Mint gum, I can double my pleasure, and double my fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than installing the new microwave I didn't do much yesterday, and don't have much on the agenda for today. It's funny though, it seems that I don't have anything to do, and not enough time to do it. Once I get to putzin' the day just goes. Slowly I'm starting to enjoy retirement, and it all started when I bought the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guys, have yourselves a decent day, and I'll see you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-367686657261145920?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/367686657261145920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=367686657261145920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/367686657261145920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/367686657261145920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/593.html' title='593'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Rvm_vaX7AoI/AAAAAAAAAZg/zCkWpb5m49o/s72-c/chimpy-McFlightsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7015501146461298970</id><published>2007-09-25T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:39:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>592</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, I'm back "home" safe and sound, and am happy to report that things went better than I could have expected. The only snag came when I gave Boop the promised hug of appreciation. It must have lit a fire in her loins, because she insisted on hugging me back, but after a little negotiation she settled for digging around in my pocket for loose change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though &lt;em&gt;(who, me?) &lt;/em&gt;I got everything done that I needed to, and more. One of the little niggly things I was concerned about was not dumping too much on Boop as to my Visa card, but after talking with the bank they've set it up so that the instant the statement is issued each month it will be paid in full from my checking account, thereby relieving Boop of having to do anything. In fact I was able to set things up so that other than setting my mail aside, she will not have anything to do, because Lord knows she has her hands full with the day-to-day existence of her sister Marg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note I bought myself a new microwave, to replace this one that had a calf. Because they gave me a good price I ended up buying a fancy-schmancy stainless steel model. I think if I really apply myself I should be able to figure out how to boil water in a few days. Sheesh! It took me 10 minutes just to set the clock, of course it took me a month to figure the other one out so I guess I'm doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually checked out three RV parks, and they ranged from &lt;em&gt;not a chance, &lt;/em&gt;to &lt;em&gt;are you kidding me? &lt;/em&gt;so next Monday, the 1st, The Bear is on it's way to Arizona. As the sign said, YeeHaw!! I've also got a safe place here in Clinton to leave the car, so everything is coming together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than giving both the Bear and the car a real good servicing this week, I'll just be biding my time. A week ago my heart wasn't into it, but now I'm getting a bit excited. At least I think I am because since it's too cold here to be sweating, I'm not sure what that is running down my leg. &lt;em&gt;Oh, will you please stop! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got a chore to do that came about because of some mis-communication on my part, so I'm off to make a &lt;em&gt;mea culpa &lt;/em&gt;and reply to your appreciated comments. Take care, and I'll probably see you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7015501146461298970?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7015501146461298970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7015501146461298970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7015501146461298970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7015501146461298970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/592.html' title='592'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-1595066790847180885</id><published>2007-09-23T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:10:25.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>591</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvVcRaX7AmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gbtGvfLRHPw/s1600-h/image0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113094406156255842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvVcRaX7AmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gbtGvfLRHPw/s400/image0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning folks. Well, in a few short hours I'll be heading down to White Rock to finalize things and visit with Boop for the last time this year. She as usual has been a godsend with the help she has given me through this transition. Since she is the one person in the world I completely trust, and those I deal with know that, she has been able to get so many things done without my being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, working with my specialist, she was able to get my prescription re-filled at the Cancer Clinic, something that I thought near impossible. Also, with so much debit card fraud etc out there anymore, she has free rein on my meagre holdings. Having worked in a bank until retirement she knows what to watch for, again without my being there. I could go on, but let's just say that I have a guardian angel, and have had for almost 48 years. You can be assured that besides giving her a big ol' hug, I'll be slipping a little something into her purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'll be checking out those two RV parks on the way down, I'm 95% sure I'm heading to Arizona, especially after waking up to this yesterday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvVcRqX7AnI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7hDXZQsho60/s1600-h/IMG_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113094410451223154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvVcRqX7AnI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7hDXZQsho60/s400/IMG_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although it's pretty enough, it's also a sign of what's on the way. There was a time, not that long ago, when I looked forward to winter, but not so anymore. Besides, if sitting in a 34' Suncruiser with 2 air-conditioners, but not winterized, doesn't send a message, then I'm beyond help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like Oct 1 I'll start working my way south. I'm hoping to talk with the fellow from Glendale on the phone today, but until then I won't know which of three places I'll end up. But it doesn't really matter, because I probably won't sit in one place the whole winter. If I watch my nickels I might even be able to afford a trip over through New Mexico, Texas, and Louisiana. Can you say shrimp, lots and lots of shrimp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, time for the 4 S's, ...., shower, shave, and shampoo. Should be back on Tuesday, with hopefully more good news. Hope you're all well, and as always, thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-1595066790847180885?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/1595066790847180885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=1595066790847180885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1595066790847180885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/1595066790847180885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/591.html' title='591'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvVcRaX7AmI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gbtGvfLRHPw/s72-c/image0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-2996866506964979972</id><published>2007-09-22T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:32:29.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>590</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvTz9aX7AlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EDRZwTi83ZM/s1600-h/o78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112979713349583442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvTz9aX7AlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EDRZwTi83ZM/s400/o78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two little boys go into the grocery store. One is nine, the other four. The nine-year old grabs a box of tampons from the shelf and carries it to the register for check-out. The cashier asks, "Oh, these must be for your Mom, huh.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nine-year old shakes his head and replies, Nope, not for my Mom." Cashier: "Well, they must be for your sister then?" Nine-year old: "Nope, not for my sister either." Cashier, curious now: "If they're not for your Mom and not for your sister, who are they for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nine-year old says, "They're for my four-year old brother." Surprised, the cashier asks, "Your little brother right here??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine year old explains: "Well, yeah! They say on TV if you wear one of these you can swim or ride a bike, and my little brother can't do either!"&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she has had no lessons or prior experience. She mounts the horse unassisted and the horse immediately springs into motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slip from the saddle. In terror, she grabs for the horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the side of the horse anyway.The horse gallops along, seemingly ignorant of its slipping rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her foot becomes entangled in the stirrup, and she is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over. As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness when to her great fortune, Bobby, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees her and unplugs the horse.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Spring of 1957 and Bobby goes to pick up his date. He's a pretty hip guy with his own car. When he goes to the front door, the girl's father answers and invites him in. "Carrie's not ready yet. Why don't you have a seat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie's father asks Bobby what they're planning to do. Bobby replies politely that they will probably just go to the soda shop or a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you two go out and screw? I hear all the kids are doing it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, this comes as a quite a surprise to Bobby so he asks Carrie's dad to please repeat himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," says Carrie's father, "Carrie really likes to screw; she'll screw all night if we let her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, Carrie comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt and announces that she's ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby escorts his date out of the front door. About 20 minutes later, Carrie rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her, and screams at her father, "Dad, it's called the Twist!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-2996866506964979972?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/2996866506964979972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=2996866506964979972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2996866506964979972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2996866506964979972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/590.html' title='590'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvTz9aX7AlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EDRZwTi83ZM/s72-c/o78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-859032907773186545</id><published>2007-09-21T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T05:10:10.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>589</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Finally got a connection, however weak it is. Just wanted to say Hi, and let you know that all is well here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the colder, damper weather lately I think the decision on Arizona has been made for me. I've been paid a visit by my old arch nemesis, Mr Arthur Itis, and he has come back with a vengeance. Took me forever to get the cap off of a bottle of ibuprofen, in hopes of getting the swelling in my right hand down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the ravages of age. So unless those two RV parks I'm going to check out on Sunday are really special, I think I'll be taking this bag of worn-out bones down to a more hospitable climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if even this little bit will post, so I'll end here. If I can get on tomorrow I'll stick up a few haw haws, if not I'll see you when I can. Enjoy your weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-859032907773186545?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/859032907773186545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=859032907773186545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/859032907773186545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/859032907773186545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/589.html' title='589'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7739565619147186269</id><published>2007-09-19T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T03:31:40.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>588</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. As accustomed as I've become to the peace and quiet I found in the Yukon this summer, and now here in Clinton, with the temperature here this morning at -3C, I think the sign says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvDrlsc_ceI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hGh6aBYa3I4/s1600-h/Highway-Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111844609885958626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvDrlsc_ceI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hGh6aBYa3I4/s400/Highway-Sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to return to so-called civilization, although I shudder at the memories of traffic scenes like this. Having spent countless hours inching along some freeway or another I'm not anxious to go back to it, but I'll just grit my tooth, get it over with, and hopefully find a quiet place down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm absolutely not anti-social, I've come to realize that in a lot of ways I've always lived in my own cocoon, the cab of my truck. Get loaded, fueled up, shower, eat, etc, and for the next few days I was in my place. Then I would have to deal with people. Get unloaded, re-loaded etc, and off to the next adventure. In some ways I'm still living that life here in the Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's certainly not the life for everyone, but I feel fortunate that I can still live it. There will come a day I suppose when it will no longer be possible, but I don't want to think of that. You take my "wheels" away and you might as well pull the plug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, that's enough soul-searching for now. There are still two possible winter sites up here to check out, but I'm not hopeful. By Monday I'll know, and if they don't pan out then I'll start preparing to "Crank on 'er". If it turns out that way I'll probably leave in three weeks, but either way I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, and I'll probably see you tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7739565619147186269?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7739565619147186269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7739565619147186269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7739565619147186269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7739565619147186269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/588.html' title='588'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RvDrlsc_ceI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hGh6aBYa3I4/s72-c/Highway-Sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-5017372426238860899</id><published>2007-09-17T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T02:45:55.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>587</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Ru22zDeO7SI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-cCOpQvrAOI/s1600-h/image0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110942140357078306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Ru22zDeO7SI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-cCOpQvrAOI/s400/image0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Morning folks. Since I couldn't get online yesterday, L'il Bear has been a little miffed. He wanted me to tell you about my seeing Dixie, so just to ease his mind I let him show up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring that Dixie had been out at her "estate" long enough that seeing me wouldn't confuse her, and for my own peace of mind, I went out for a visit. Confuse her? Hell, she didn't pay any attention to me. Other than coming over as she would to anyone, she paid me no mind. I won't use the fellow's name, but every time he moved she was glued to him. They have so bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brings her into town when he comes in, but when they go back out, he closes the gate and she has complete freedom to roam off leash. He tells me that she has her schedule. First thing in the morning she checks "her" yard, does her duties, then comes in for breakfast. Watching her out there, and the interaction between them, confirms for me that I did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a very private person, and asked that I not post any pictures, which I respect. But believe me, it truly is a country estate. In fact the other day he took her quail hunting, and now I'm glad I had her nails done, because she seems to be living quite a hoity-toity life. Certainly one much better than I could offer, and that's what I wanted for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happening here this week, but I will be going back down to White Rock on the weekend to finalize everything, and hopefully get my prescription refilled at the Cancer Clinic. I'll be checking out two possible winter sites on the way down, and if they don't pan out, then I'm Arizona bound. It's funny, but as much as I love travelling, my heart is not into going south, and I think it's because I've settled in here so well. But with the weather coming, and the Bear not being winterized, I've either got to move closer to the coast, or go all the way, and head for Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your week goes well for you, and as always, thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-5017372426238860899?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/5017372426238860899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=5017372426238860899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5017372426238860899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/5017372426238860899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/587.html' title='587'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/Ru22zDeO7SI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-cCOpQvrAOI/s72-c/image0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-2714416798424327730</id><published>2007-09-15T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T02:21:07.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>586</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RuqtOTeO7RI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2gxVmKCQYrk/s1600-h/o78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110087188462103826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RuqtOTeO7RI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2gxVmKCQYrk/s400/o78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, a male co-worker walks up very close to a lady standing at the coffee machine, inhales a breath of air and tells her that her hair smells nice. After a week of this, she can't stand it anymore, takes her complaint to a supervisor in the personnel department and states that she wants to file a grievance against him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Human Resources supervisor is puzzled by this decision and asks, "What's sexually threatening about a co-worker telling you your hair smells nice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replies, "It's Keith...the midget!".&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The Englishman's wife steps up to the tee and, as she bends over to place her ball, a gust of wind blows her skirt up and reveals her lack of underwear. "Good God, woman! Why aren't you wearing any knickers?" her husband demanded. "Well, you don't give me enough housekeeping money to afford any." The Englishman immediately reaches into his pocket and says,"For the sake of decency, here's $50. Go and buy yourself some underwear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the Irishman's wife bends over to set her ball on the tee. Her skirt also blows up to show that she is wearing no undies. "Blessed Virgin Mary, woman! You've no knickers. Why not?" She replies, "I can't afford any on the money you give me." He reaches into his pocket and says, "For the sake of decency, here's $20. Go and buy yourself some underwear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the Newfie's wife bends over. The wind also takes her skirt over her head to reveal that she, too, is naked under it. "Sweet mudder of Jesus, Aggie! Where the frig are yer drawers?" She too explains, "You dinna give me enough money ta be able ta affarrd any." The Newfie reaches into his pocket and says, "Well, fer the love o' Jasus, 'n the sake of decency, here's a comb. Tidy yerself up a bit."&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting. Well, for example, the other day Gladys and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and said, "Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Nazi turd. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So Marilyn called him an arsehole. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote. Personally, we didn't care. We came into town by bus.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up &amp;amp; down the aisles. The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him. He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife. She directs him down the correct aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter. She says, confused, "Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife? He answers, "You see, it's like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling papers; cause it's sooo-ooo--oo-ooo much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I figure if I have to roll my own ................... so does she.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks Jim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-2714416798424327730?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/2714416798424327730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=2714416798424327730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2714416798424327730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/2714416798424327730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/586.html' title='586'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RuqtOTeO7RI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2gxVmKCQYrk/s72-c/o78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-8312907850681676750</id><published>2007-09-14T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T02:15:59.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>585</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. Well, here we are, it's Friday already. Boy, the time sure flies when you stay drunk, it seems like only yesterday it was Thursday. &lt;em&gt;Don't mind me, I'm just being goofy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bud Jim came up with a place in Arizona for me, but after talking with him on the phone, and learning of a condition, I passed on it. Seems that in order to get the quite reasonable rate of $175/month you have to pay 6 months in advance. Uh uh, no way, no how. I've been burnt twice already, and if one month ahead isn't enough, then I'm not interested. Too many pitfalls, you could end up with the family from hell beside you, lousy internet connection, etc etc. But all is not lost.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the fellow from Phoenix that I gave the bike to? At the time he had told me that I could park at his place, so I contacted him by e-mail and, wonder of wonders, he's for real. The offer still stands. So many times people say things that turn out to be just so much wind. So now I'm excited about talking to him on the phone and teeing things up. YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of real people, and not wanting to embarrass him, I've got to tell you what Jim has done for me. Because I'm still sort of transient I don't have a land-line phone, and haven't activated my cell phone. So when I need to make some calls I've been dragging a gunny-sack full of coins down to the lodge. Without my saying a word about it to him, he has given me his calling card number, including the PIN, to use as I see fit. Now that's a friend! I try to live like that, and it warms my heart to know there are still good people out there. You, and he, can be sure that the privilege will not be abused, and any calls I make I will absolutely pay for with interest. Lots of interest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I talk with the fellow in Phoenix, Glendale actually, I'll keep the thought of a winter site up here in the back of my mind, but it's looking more and more that I'm Arizona bound. Also the owner here has reserved a site for me in Quartzsite, but for reasons that I'll explain later, that's barely a blip on my radar screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this started on a whiny tone, it sure is ending on a happy one. As soon as I talk with him I'll let you know what is happening. Keep your fingers crossed, because I think it's going to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend, and if you want to pop by I'll have some chuckles up tomorrow, and an appearance by L'il Bear on Sunday. (Hopefully)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-8312907850681676750?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/8312907850681676750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=8312907850681676750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8312907850681676750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/8312907850681676750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/585.html' title='585'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7293553459600730216</id><published>2007-09-13T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T02:11:28.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>584</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. While the Bear is a real good motorhome, it do like it's gas. It cost me just under $3000 to go up to the Yukon and come back this far. So with the planned trip to Arizona being approximately the same distance, fuel cost is a big part of the decision, but that has been made easier by recent events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the US$ being at a 15 year low against most major currencies, our beloved(?) loonie is approaching par, being at 96.8 cents on Wednesday. With the average price of gas in the states I'd be driving through at approx $2.90US that would mean about 80 cents a liter after exchange. Compare that to the high I paid up on the Dempster Highway of $1.569 you can see how that eases the pressure. Add to that the fact that, fair or unfair, things like food etc are much cheaper on average than here, you can see that the economics are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one snag is what to do with the car. If I was to take it down with me it would mean buying a car dolly, license, insurance, taxes, and the extra gas to pull it behind the Bear. I would be lucky to get away for less than $3000. If I wanted, or needed, a car down there I could rent a small economy model for probably $50 or so for the weekend sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow here has offered to let me store the car at his place where it would be safe. I would put storage insurance on it, but what happens if I find a spot in my travels that I want to roost at for a while? I guess another ride on the Greyhound (ugh). So, as much as I love the Cattlerack, it's a bit of a pain in the butt right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might still find a place in a bit warmer clime to sit out the winter, but I'm not hopeful. For one thing they are just too expensive. One spot wanted $600/month, PLUS utilities! I may have been born at night, but it wasn't last night. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, the whine du jour. If this keeps up I'll have to start serving cheese. Oops, the microwave just bit the dust, and I gave a real good one away. Now there's a whine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7293553459600730216?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7293553459600730216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7293553459600730216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7293553459600730216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7293553459600730216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/584.html' title='584'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-3717816213819903364</id><published>2007-09-11T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:07:29.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>583</title><content type='html'>Morning folks. I've got a confession to make. I'm addicted to this blasted 'puter, and when I can't get online I'm like a caged lion. Normally I have the disposition of an ol' grizzly with a sore twat, but after losing the connection shortly after posting on Sunday I was definitely not fit for human consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I enjoy kibbitzing with you guys, the truth is that I am a news junkie. With so much going on in the world, and not having any real "hobbies", I'm more than content to travel the globe on here. Some might say that I should get a life, but this is exactly the life I want. I've done my work, wrestled Timmy to at least a draw, got a fully self-contained home on wheels in the Bear, a great car, and most importantly, my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've been spending money like a drunken sailor, I'm going to do some cypherin' and consider biting the bullet and put an internet satellite dish up top. It's simply a matter of putting things into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I mentioned maybe upgrading the Bear. Well, the taxes alone would cover the cost, and the Bear is every bit as good as most I see out here. Especially when you consider that I've gone over this thing from stem to stern, and have got everything just the way I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pursue this line of thought if and when I go south. As for that it's looking more and more that I'll be Arizona bound in a few weeks. I've checked out a few possible winter sites in person, by phone, and on here when possible. So far nothing that interests me. I'll be making one more trip down to White Rock, and will check out two possibilities in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see I've lost the connection again, so I'll stick this in the vault and post it when I can. I actually typed this out Monday afternoon, and if it seems a bit rambling, it's because my ol' bud Alexander Keith is sitting here looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that everyone should believe in something, well, I believe I'm going to have another cold one. Hope you're all well, and thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-3717816213819903364?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/3717816213819903364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=3717816213819903364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3717816213819903364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/3717816213819903364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/583.html' title='583'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486608.post-7926069522817440557</id><published>2007-09-09T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T03:25:44.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>582</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RuNQBL5qSZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UKaSL4gUpik/s1600-h/missme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108014383673002386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RuNQBL5qSZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UKaSL4gUpik/s400/missme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morning folks. Sorry for being missing in action the last few days, but it was simply more of the same ol' same ol' with the connection. Since I'm poaching whatever signal I can pick up I can't really complain, nor would I, but this latest glitch was a bit of a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I spent a few hours putting together a real barn-burner of a post for Bushwhackers International. It had two videos, some of his (in)famous gaffes etc, and was ready to put up Thursday morning. I even managed to save it, but then I lost the connection. When I finally got back online last evening I somehow managed to delete it. Oh well, I've got enough Pulitzer Prizes sitting on the mantle anyway. &lt;em&gt;Oh, pullleeeze! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well here, although there may be a slight change in plans as regards the trip south. For all the whining I did this summer about not having my "wheels", I'm seriously considering not taking the car with me. Once I've decided I'll tell you the reasons, but that's the way I'm leaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the trip, I'm probably going to leave at the end of the month, and just take my sweet time going down so as to arrive around the first of November. That is unless I do something else I'm thinking about, so stay tuned for further announcements. It gives me such a sense of freedom to have the option of changing plans if I wish. Footloose and fancy free. When you think of it, that's what retirement should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well, and again, sorry for the hit and miss posting. Don't want to lose any of you, so thanks for hanging in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486608-7926069522817440557?l=inthedriverseat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/feeds/7926069522817440557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486608&amp;postID=7926069522817440557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7926069522817440557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486608/posts/default/7926069522817440557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthedriverseat.blogspot.com/2007/09/582.html' title='582'/><author><name>Trucker Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16424576390424319425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a368/karen6977/garfieldmetteddy_gif.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y1BkIluY78w/RuNQBL5qSZI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UKaSL4gUpik/s72-c/missme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
