I joined the military. The Air Force - just out of high school. Boundless energy with limitless potential and ideas, along with a hearty zeal for life. Yet, i had no idea what i wanted to do - or could do. I let Uncle Sam point the way the way for while. After high school. Well, during high school and junior high it became apparent that learning via a traditional classroom was not the best way for me to flourish. Especially when it was time for the teacher to TEST us. Talk about defeat. Learning wasn't the problem, it was answering the questions with the proper
A.
B.
C.
D.
and the occasional E. Answer
Whatever the opposite of flourish was, i did that during my schooling.

My dad was an insurance adjuster and occasionally we would go to an auto body repair shop. I remember thinking, with my eyes fixed on all the tools in that shop. What if my dad was that guy, not the insurance guy. What could i build or create? My parents didn't care what i did after High School. I was the blacksheep. They just wanted me to go. Go away and do something.

After high school i slowly found my way. Years later i find myself watching the discovery channel and the history channel end on end. I think the discover channel's American Choppers kicked this all in gear. An appreciation for people who make/build/transport. Combining art with grease.

Yet there has always been a black cloud over my head when it comes to my profession. I suppose part of my diss-satisfaction of driving is telling people. Or that girl you just met, "i am a truck driver".
Which NEVER leads to .. OH REALLY! that sounds so interesting!
Responses to that "what do you do" question in the past:
I'm a real estate mogul.
A film maker.
A Artist.
Space cowboy,
Gangster of Love,
Some people call me Maurice ( because i speak of the pompatus of love)
The Joker

Where am i going with this.. Well, after a while you notice patterns in your life.

I have learned, through the years.

• Art doesn't PAY! Though it is the most rewarding thing - to create something.

• If you have been working in a profession for over 5 years, no matter how bad it may be, that is probably what you should be doing.

• I like repetitive work.

• Being an artist does pay if you believe you are worth more that what you create. (its about promoting yourself, not necessarily your art)

• If i didn't love driving so much i would be welding.

Now please stand by while i spell check this post 15 times. And try to make the grammar right..... And if you own a dump truck and live in Portland and need a driver drop me a line.
~Aaron

Location: Home

It hurts when i walk.
It hurts when i type.
It hurts when i sleep.
Two weeks into house work and, i ache.

Actually its the yard and driveway getting the attention. Ive wondered what condition my body was in, seeing as the most aggressive task i might do all the day is crank up a bent landing gear. Body feels like its gone from a gray, pale, Gollum looking like creature with a big head and beady eyes to a tan muscular walking human. (with a small gut)
And dirt embedded in hair.
It's not like I've been working that hard but days full of pushing and pulling and digging have put my muscles into shock it seems. I cant decide weather i should get up and run at 3am (cause my legs are feeling odd) or try to sleep in a leap frog position.

I wish i enjoyed working out but its to dang boring, plus its difficult to do in a truck.
I like digging though.
Its more challenging than waving a couple iron disks up and down and counting.
You dig, you see a hole. You dig more.
and you have a quarry. Instant results!

Now the yard is level and a bunch of un-needed trees are undid, the driveways is bigger and better, a door is fixed, and soon i will have golf course lawn and a massive underground bunker and a six story tall garage with 3 levels full of pinball machines.
or not
After the outside the bathroom is going to get hit with a couple hammers and hopefully one will be able to stretch both arms (without holding barbells) and not touch a wall.

This is a picture of a dirt lot with a bigger driveway.


Not pictured, me sleeping like a frog.