What the Heck go ahead. I haven't posted here much but ask what you want.

 

who is your daddy and what does he do?

 

Who did you start out your driving career with and when did you start? (I know, that's two - but they kind of go together).

 

My Dad was a huxter, he started with a 1957? suburban, then a 8 foot step van, then a 12 foot step van, which is what I remember as a child. He would load his truck with eggs, fruit and vegetables and take them to Baltimore and Washington to sell them. He had regular customers and each day had it's own route.

I would go along in the summer, when school was out, and help him. He taught me how to count money (which I still love to do :lol: ) and drive the truck. That man could drive anything, if I wasn't sitting on his lap driving I was shifting gears standing next to him.

Four years ago, he fell down a flight of stairs and suffered a major brain injury, he's not the same man that was my hero for many years. I miss my Dad and our long talks that we used to have as I grew older.

His decline came from his wife (my step mom) that got breast cancer at the age of 35 and died when she was 40. Dad drank a lot to cope with it and that's why (I think) he fell down the stairs.

 

I went through driving school in 93 and got hired by JB Hunt. I went through there training program and didn't like it. I think because I always worked for my Dad or for small outfits where I knew the boss on a personal level, I didn't trust them, so I went back to construction.

Then in 99 I went to work for L&H Trucking in Hanover, PA and the same thing happened again. They pushed me and tried to f**k me and I told them to shove it. That's why I'm doing it my way this time pass or fail.

 

I am so glad you have great memories of your dad. Nothing can replace those memories. You are a lucky man.

When I was little, I used to think I'd grow up to be a radiator man because I loved going to my dad's shop with him. When he and my mom got divorced, everything stopped. I didn't know what I was going to do after that. He got a new family and moved on. He calls once a year on my birthday - that's it. My kids don't even know him. They call him "that man" as in "Mommy, who's that man?" That took a lot of getting over.

 

My parents divorced when I was thirteen, it was and still is tough. That's gotta be hard to live with BlooMoose, I feel for ya. There's always a special place in my heart for kids of divorced parents, cause I know the pain they feel.

 

Okay...time for a serious question. :?

Yer thoughts...??....besides...Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Haw! wit-teeeesh (sound of cracking whip)
[don't lie...your NSFW answer please]

 

Makes me all tingly all over............. :shock:

My, my, my.......... if she was wearing a hat it would really top it all off. I dig chicks in hats man.

 

And some people say she can't act!!(Who cares!!??) I thought i was on the wrong web site for a second!