A while back I was sent a message that questioned my FB page and my website for how I promote One Girl Trucking. This person thought I was pulling the wool over you, my readers eyes. This person also thinks that I am filling you all full of a bunch of B.S and that in fact I do not live a fairy-tale life. I wasn’t even going to bother with this, but just like this post I kind of get a kick out of people asking and saying stupid things, and since I’m usually stuck in my truck and no one can hear my swear words and rude comments I shout out at the world, I figured I’d share my thoughts here on this subject. And generally it’s even nice.
First and foremost if any of you think I live a fairy-tale life, please contact me at bethany [at] one girl trucking [dot] com because I have a bridge or two with a great view that I would LOVE to sell you. I rebuilt my engine 2x this year, I could use the cash!
I looked up the meaning in merriam’s dictionary for the word FAIRY-TALE, and I’m guessing this person believes I’m guilty of #2….
1 a : a story (as for children) involving fantastic forces and beings (as fairies, wizards, and goblins) —called also fairy story
b : a story in which improbable events lead to a happy ending
2: a made-up story usually designed to mislead
Now, I do not, nor will I ever write about Hubs & my whole life on One Girl Trucking. That is personal, and there is enough hate and discontent in the media to keep anyone entertained for hours and hours if you really want to read about that kind of shit. Also, although Hubs is proud of me and what I do, he really couldn’t care less to be any more a part of this website than he already is. He thinks computers, Facebook, Twitter and everything else that has to do with the subject is stupid (unless he’s watching youtube videos for instructions on how to clean a Northern Pike or ordering chrome for his truck).
That being said, I do not write a ton about Hubs because I solely started One Girl Trucking for two purposes. I get asked almost every day about my life trucking and how I manage a truck, a home life with my husband, farm animals and the rest that keeps me super busy and I do share all of that here. Sadly though, what really started the fire under me for this website is the fact that a drunk woman jumped out in front of my truck-with her kids cheering her on (to prove a point, that she thought I was speeding and that she was going to stop me) and I could not believe anyone would do something like that to another human being, and in front of their kids no less. I was absolutely mortified. I still have nightmares over that one.
As for the fairy-tale:
Growing up I dreamt of having my own truck, and of living on a farm. The only thing I that I can think of that I didn’t get was that I always dreamt I would go from truck show to truck show with my husband in one cool ass truck. Hubs likes to be home, and loves to sleep in his own bed. We both we quite set up when we met, and it would have been foolish to change those things.
Right now, in my eyes, I have the best of both worlds. My husband has a matching truck to mine, (although Rosie is much prettier) and I still get to go trucking. Hubs is very good to me and I love him very much. I successfully run my own business and I live on a beautiful farm. I do love my life.
Although I know Hubs is happy, I will say I know he wanted a wife who was home all the time. He got me instead and it has been an adjustment, but we make it work the best we can.
Our fairy-tale is not a perfect one. Just like every other relationship out there it takes work. A lot of work. And we work hard at everything we do. Hubs and I run two separate trucking businesses out of our home. I’m away from home for a week or more at a time. We have trucks that need work done on them which he does most of the work, animals that need to be taken care of, lawns that need to be mowed, snow in the winter that needs to be removed, and every other duty that comes with living on a farm under the sun. We get things done either together ad a team, or it is left for one or the other of us to do. Sometimes he gets stuck with more than he cares for. And when I’m tired from the road I still come home to the same duties other wives have, minus the snot nosed kids. I cook, I clean, mow lawn, move snow, garden, put up produce, I do the billing for trucks, taxes, I take care of my animals… And on top of that we have arguments, hurt feelings, and every other emotion that is known to man run over or through us at one point or another, depending on the week.
We have full lives, but we work together and honestly that is really what got me to writing this post. A friend on Facebook made a comment when I posted that Hubs was bringing a trailer down to Kansas for me so I could turn around and head back to Arizona again.
He said “Teamwork at it’s best” (Thank you Ken) I couldn’t agree more.
No matter how many disagreements & fights we have had over the years, we have ALWAYS been able to put it aside and work together. We are like two peas in a pod and, like Hubs said last weekend as we were taking a walk in Kansas, we were meant for each other…. Good or bad, bullheaded or strong willed. Filled with grease, oil, chicken poop & dirt. The whole damn works. We were meant for each other.
Our life is not perfect, and I wouldn’t want it to be, because what fun would that be? Nor would I want any of you to think that it was, but it’s as close to a fairy tale as I’m going to get!