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The Interview that Almost Wasn't

The Interview that Almost Wasn't

Rabbit holes aren't fun when you are unceremoniously yanked from from them while being swirled around like a washing machine on spin cycle.

Evil Nazi Squirrel of Death

Evil Nazi Squirrel of Death

I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Banzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular...

Are We There Yet?

Are We There Yet?

“Blah! Blah! Blah! Float... BORING! Pft, you old boats are just jealous you don't have the MOVES! **sings** Cause I got moves like Jagger.”

Not so Snug as a (Yuck) Bug

Day 2 of attack of the yuck bug.  

This unwelcome intruder has made itself at home, and appears for all intents and purposes to be as snug as a bug in a rug, or in this case one miserable little kitty head...ie, my head! Joy. It has proceeded to flood my nasal and sinus cavities with some sort of alien goop that is just viscous enough to irritate my nose causing a near constant sniffle.  Yet it is congealed enough to resist even the most Herculean nose blowing efforts on my part. 

Surely this thing must be an alien VAMPIRE yuck bug.  No matter how much I sleep it still manage to drain all my energy.  Further, where ever it comes from it must give off helium as a by-product of its bio functions, because my head feels like it's floating in the clouds, which honestly isn't that pleasant of an experience all things considered.  Makes me feel rather woosy and dizzy.  Tom, I said dizzy, not ditzy.

After repeated, and failed attempts to drown this sadistic little bugger with juice and water, then poison him with vitamins, Tylenol, and Benadryl, I admit defeat again tonight.  Maybe tomorrow this alien vampire yuck bug will tire of toying with me and move on to some other poor unlucky target.  For now I am going to sniffle and gasp for air in the darkness while I pray for sleep or some other form of unconsciousness to overtake me.

---Update--

I'm actually on day 4 in this battle against the alien Yuck Bug.  So far it is Yuck Bug 4 - kitty 0. Hope is not lost.  I still have hot tea. Allen bought me some Dayquil to add to my medicinal arsenal. And we were able take a long hot shower today.  Fear not my feline friends, or is it friends of a feline friend? Or... Oh who cares, I'm going back to bed! Yuck Bug wins another round. *sniffle cough hack*

~ Sierra Sugar

The Trucker Path (pampered) Puppy


Missy the pampered #TruckerPath puppy.


8:30am call time meant getting up at 5:30am for tea, coffee, getting dressed, pretrip inspection of the truck, and of course walking the four-legged, furbaby, Missy.  We had an hour and a half drive from New Braunsfel to a ranch west of Austin by the name Raimer Ranch for the filming of the Trucker Path commercial. We had to roll before I could do my makeup, so that was done on the road.  Did you know it's not easy sitting on the bunk in the back trying to put on makeup while he drives down a two-lane Texas back road, up and down hills, with bumps curves, and switchbacks?  It's amazing I didn't exit the truck looking like a clown! But our interview was first in the morning, so you do what has to be done.  Plus they wanted picturesque shots and video of our truck throughout the day all the way up through sunset.  It was going to be a long day.  


A long hot day in the Texas August heat.


Usually the heat doesn't bother us, or the dog too much.  The truck has a good AC. Even when we sit for a while we keep it idling with the AC and fans going.  Texas heat is arid, dry, and not humid like Florida. But at 115 degrees you don't need humidity to feel the heat.  Today we knew he and I would have to suff... endure the heat at least.  Missy would maintain her usual spot snoozing on the bed in the comfort of the air-conditioned truck.


Arriving on set early the crew was just setting up for lights and sound. We met the director Gina and the assistant Director Zane.  Then we were informed due to sound the truck would need to be shut off throughout most of the day.  We were told, however, not to worry, they had a cool place for Missy to stay.


This cool place turned out to be her very own 28 foot travel trailer complete with air-conditioner already cranking.  


The DOG had her VERY OWN trailer!  Talk about PAMPERED!  


The talent and crew were in a shaded garage with fans.  Fans.  But the 20 pound dog was escorted to her own private trailer to relax and snooze all day in cool and comfort.  Periodically, people would go check on her, pet her, take her for a walk, make sure her water was fresh.  Oh and when the filming was done the entire crew just HAD to come love on her.  

Next I expect her to start demanding for filet mignon treats and a golden collar. Maybe her own star on Hollywood Blvd? But no, she didn't let the pampering go to her fuzzy little head. She continues to snore all day in the truck sucking up the AC and hogging the bed.  That's my little Missy girl and I wouldn't have her any other way. She deserves all the pampering she can get!


Thank you to both the production company, Region C, and to  Trucker Path for everything you've done for Allen and I, but also for treating my little puppy like the pampered superstar that she is to me.


~Sierra Sugar

The Night Before Christmas

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,

Comet and Cupid and Donner, and Blitzen.

But do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?

It's that time of year where Christmas Carols are on every radio station, “Its a Wonderful Life” is playing on TV, and all the little children are anxiously awaiting what wonderful surprises might be under the tree come tomorrow morning.  It truly is the night before Christmas.  And did you know you can now track Santa and his sleigh as he makes his way around the world?  Just go

here

 and find out how close he is to your house.  He really puts those reindeer through a workout this one night of the year; a 24-hour midnight race around the world.

Ever wonder how those reindeer train for such a demanding event?  I'll let you in on a little secret.

Watch out for flying reindeer!  

You see these signs all over the highways and roadways throughout America, even the world.  Yep, that's right!  These are the practice pathways for Santa's team of coursers.  Throughout the year they race through mountains and valleys, woodlands and hills, up and down, and over the rivers and through the woods, but not necessarily to grandmother's house.  Atleast, not until Christmas Eve.

I'm sure they take some time off after the mad dash of Christmas Eve.  But not for too long, as they have to stay in shape for the next year.  With that in mind, off they go, the experienced and the hopeful, of all Santa's reindeer training to be the next Dasher or Blitzen.  Talk about hiding in plain sight!  So next time you're out driving around and notice these yellow caution signs for flying reindeer, look around, you just might get lucky and catch a streaking red glimpse of Rudolph's glowy nose.

Merry Christmas everyone!

~sierra

Kitty kissing Santa Claus!

Red Rover, Red Rover


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Send tumbly right over.

How many of you remember playing Red Rover in elementary school?  You would wait for the other side to call your name and then run as fast as you could to try and break through their held hands. If you broke through you went back to your team. If you didn't break through you had to join the team that called your name.

Driving down the highway in southern Colorado I finally saw a live tumbleweed.  Ok.  So technically tumblweeds are dead plants blowing across the road.  But someone forgot to tell them that. The tumbleweeds were all lined up against the fences on either side of the road.  The bunch of them just quivering in the breeze like a bunch of kids waiting to hear their name called. Suddenly, one breaks free and rushes across the road, bouncing,  zigging and zagging.  The brownish bush darting forward then jumping back, only to zoom forward again.   This one made it across.  The next one turned around and went back the way it came.  A bunch of kids playing Red Rover between the cars on the highway.



They were fun to watch.  I could just imagine them laughing and giggling as they tumbled along.  Cheering each other on.  Razzing the hesitant ones, and squeeling with delight as they played chicken with the big trucks and won.

Yes indeed, I saw my first and many live tumbleweeds in the desolate flat lands of southern Colorado.

~sierra

*Pet Peeve* Piddle Problems

Ok, so I want to know what is up with women in public bathrooms!  Sorry guys if this embarrasses you or falls under TMI. But seriously girls, help me out here.

As someone who suffers from "stage fright" I always try to pick a bathroom stall that is not right next to someone else. Heck, even at home I hesitate and struggle if someone is right outside the door, or even in the next room.  In public facilities it isn't always possible to be completely alone in the restroom, or even have empty stalls on either side of you, especially if there is a waiting line. But it never fails.  The ladies room can be totally empty when I go in.  Then someone will come in and pick the stall next to me.  Now I'm not talking small two or three stall tinkle rooms.  I mean the big ones with lots of little privacy rooms.  I have tried picking the stalls on either far end and various stalls in the middle.  Yet every single time someone will come in and sit right next to me.

Come on ladies!  Seriously, are we that potty codependant?  Give a girl some piddle room please?

~sierra