Where it all started....

Well, it started many years ago at a company called RPS. The company name changed and so did mine in 2001. From there, the road led us to the ATL and our own business. I left the road to have babies, but it sure is hard to take the trucker out of a Momma!



Sunday, August 22, 2010

The Week in Review

Well.....things always seems interesting around here!

We had a driver fall into a swimming pool on his way back to the truck. YES, that is right, he tripped and fell into a swimming pool in his uniform with his scanner in hand. Lost his glasses in the fall and then couldn't see to find them. Scanner is now slowly dying.....

We had our first no call no show on Friday. HR for Brown Dog better step up and write this stuff up. Oh wait....that's me!

The boy had his 2 assessments for his lack of walking and talking. He will be getting some physical therapy followed by a speech assessment. He has been W-sitting for so long it is just habit (never knew it was bad for him and there wasn't anything in the handbook that came with him at purchase to tell us any different). This has lead to weak inner thigh muscles and him supporting himself on the insides of his feet when he does stand. That does not make for a good base upon which to balance, so some shoe inserts will also be added in to help him along. I am a little upset about it. No on ever wants anything to be wrong with their kids and it just hurts me to think he is delayed in any way. He did test off the charts in some areas, so they say he is pretty smart, he has just hit a developmental glitch that has slowed his progress. I am sure that before long I will be sorry that is walking!!

The girl is driving me CRAZY with her favorite phrase: "Whatch ya doin' Momma." (She says it just like she is straight out of Brooklyn, NY!) I have no idea where it came from, but I guess it is her form of the usual kid's "Why?". Sometimes it is, "Whatch ya talkin' bout Momma." Anyway.....those phrases 100 times a day over and over and I need to do a couple shots before I have a glass of wine!

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Randomness for a Thursday Morning

As a kid, I thought Hungry Jose's (owner by an Italian named Pintola) had good Mexican! I remember the booths and going there with my family many times. Since I have had real Mexican food, the Italian man knew NOTHING!!

Why was there not a white person to be found in the subsidized housing line that grew out of control in the ATL? This is not a statement of prejudice or judging, just more of an observation.

Why did I buy my husband an Xbox for Christmas a couple years back? (Yes, I did smash it on the driveway in a moment of upset, but his brother supplied him with another on as he had acquired 3 in his many military moves.) He plays all the time, but is just as entertained with his new bug zapper. The bug zapper is annoying, but at least it doesn't sound like a duck and cover drill in the basement!

How did we collect so much crap and how can I haul it out of here without a fight? I mean really....we have so many crappy toys and odds and ends, but anytime I go thru stuff someone pitches a fit about something worthless. My husband wants to hold onto socks and underware with holes, just in case. In case of what.....an invasion by moths? They will see him in his hole ridden underware and socks and assume he's already been hit.

All these people that relocate to Atlanta and none of them can open a decent place to eat besides Mexican?? No good Italian within 30 miles. If it doesn't serve everything fried or isn't a chain place, it doesn't make it here. Grr!

My girl's favorite phrase right now is, "I no can't." Pick up your toys..."I no can't." Eat your breakfast...."I no can't." Take off your shorts and undies for a bath...."I no can't" I want to no can't her little butt back into shape!!!

If I didn't know it was your Birthday before Facebook, I won't be wishing you a Happy Birthday just because you told the world today was the day you were born there!!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

When did life have to get so hectic?

I just spent 3 weeks in South Hero, VT. 3 WONDERFUL weeks! There was no big schedule. There was no fast food. There was not a commercial store within 25 miles. Life was calm and relaxed. When did the rest of life loose this sense of calm? How do I get it back? No one in South Hero, VT cares about who drives what and the brand of a purse. They worry about if their sweet corn will come in and if it is a good day to cut hay. How do they do it? How do they make a living on a small farm in the North Country? How do I carry this sense of life back with me to Dallas, GA?