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Anne Thompson, Author, born in Orange County California in 1967 and raised in magical Flowering Dogwood, Show-Me- Mid-Western state of Missouri. Anne received her education from the University of Central Missouri in English Education, Creative Writing and Communication. She is married with three grown children and four Grandchildren. Anne is a self-published Author of the Five-Star Rated thriller “VISIONS” available at Amazon.com. http://tinyurl.com/bu66w8h Anne used to be an aspiring writer until a traumatic event exploded her life into a million pieces. Her goals were to bring you articles that would, take you away for a minute, shock you, make you laugh, make you go “Oh Yeah, I get that!” and to inspire. Her life used to be an adventure every day. Her life has changed and with those changes her life became a very bumpy ride. She wanted you to come along because her adventures were sure to guarantee many surprises. But, lives change. You are still welcome to come inside her mind…only if you dare.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Breakfast with I-70 and St. Louis

Wed. Feb. 3, 2010


WAKE UP! Oh, owe, move! Okay, I’ll wait, you move. Hurry up. Got to unfold the body and put the feet on some surface, wait, can’t stand up. Find pants, find socks, find shoes. Lay down, pull on pants, owe! Okay, pull legs up and put on shoes and socks. Wow, now reach in between the door and the seat, find the door handle, open the door and try not to fall out. Oh, my goodness, wow is it cold. No, no, no, too cold. Ugghhh! Find bag with toiletries. No, it is in the toolbox on the trailer. Wow! Cold, cold. Hurry, cold. Run, run, run into the fuel stop bathroom because it is COLD. Hope no-one else is in there, Now, do everything you normally do without the shower. Hope the memory also remembered to bring a wash rag. Completey cover the small space on counter ( Nice, this one has a counter) with paper towels as not to get any germs on my stuff and get to work trying to make this hair and face look normal and not like road-kill. Ha! Once finished, the sad takes over that there is not enough time or resources to make this look flattering. Give up and go on and try not to be so vain. Very hard.

Now, remember this is an adventure. Not a battle. Look forward to the day’s surprises and GO GET ’EM!

Great. Fifteen loads booked and two going back to home for the weekend. Thirty calls made, seven cars loaded and un-loaded, thirty faxes chased down and sent at any fax machine that can be found, twenty-two straps unrolled and rolled back up and, no way, it is already six o’clock, p.m..

Now, it is time to find a truck stop closest to the next pick-up, get some food(What ever can be found, which is usually not friendly food) eat, do the bathroom routine again because there will be no shower tonight, throw everything up in the front seat, squeeze ourselves into the small bed we made in the back seat and try to get some sleep. Hope for a better week next and a little money for a room with a bathroom for a few weeks. This could be done a lot cheaper in a big rig WITH A 110” SLEEPER! But, to get that, this must be done first.

Keep hoping and keep trucking.

Good night all.
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