We Are Mavericks!

I want to take a few minutes to say something about my husband’s company. I can’t say enough good things about them. This is the only company that actually has a sanctioned Facebook group for the wives of the company drivers, that Corporate is a member of! If there is an issue, I know I can call his fleet manager and he will be sure it is settled.
The entire time Big J has been working with Maverick, he has gotten home for important events. Every company says they will get you home when you request, but Maverick goes above and beyond to do so. Even in emergency situations, they will go above and beyond.
Right before Christmas, I was rushed to the ER with what we thought was appendicitis, all it took was one phone call and, 10 minutes later, before the hospital even did the CAT Scan to be sure that is what it was, Big J’s work assignment was swapped so he could be home if he needed and one of the fleet managers was calling me to see if I needed anything or if I needed anyone there with me until he got home! (Thankfully, it turned out to not be appendicitis.)
Whenever I drive up to the gate to pick Big J up for a home weekend, Mr. Bill in the guard house comes out to say hi to Little J if he is in the car.
Mavericks take pride in their company, more so than any other trucking company I have ever experienced (I will admit, my experience is limited).
When I talk to other wives about the industry, when I say my husband is a Maverick, they say they have heard nothing but good things about the company and that their husbands wish they could drive for Maverick, but, for one reason or another, they can’t. You see, Maverick doesn’t hire just anybody, they take only the best of the best! You don’t “work for Maverick,” you ARE a Maverick. Its an attitude, a sense of pride, a feeling of family.
Yes, the nights alone are hard, the time seems endless at times, but with the family atmosphere, its not so bad. I know all I have to do is log into Facebook and there will be another Lady Maverick there to talk to. We are a community. I can go on the Facebook group and complain about the fact that it seems appointments are only for the drivers, that customers never seem to be able to keep them, or share the pride with them when a driver from another company asked Big J to help him plan a route or asked a question about the reefer unit because, after all, Mavericks know their stuff! And the Lady Mavericks will help me get through the endless nights, they will share the pride when someone recognizes the company and asks a question.
Is it tough to be a Lady Maverick? Not when you have a sense of pride in what your husband does, when the company goes above and beyond to help foster that sense of pride.
Mavericks aren’t “just truckers,” they are professional drivers.
If you are ever on the road and see that signature maroon truck, know that driver is a professional driver who takes pride in their work and their company! And to my fellow Lady Mavericks, if you are ever in the NLR yard and you see that jungle hat and suspenders, say hi to Big J!

Smells soooo good in here!

I am sitting here writing this while the house is filling with a wonderful smell! I have the oven on and there is fresh rasin bread in there baking! That’s right, everyone, it is fall and it is time for baking, pumpkins, soup, and sweatshirts!
I have to say, out of the two appliances I put into the kitchen, my KitchenAide and my Bread Maker are the two essentials. I usually only use the bread maker to make the dough since I have taxed my mixer too many times and had too many close calls with it to risk using it for bread any more, lol, but they both get used at least 2 or 3 times a week each.
When Little J gets home from school later, we are going to bake something, not sure what, but something, probably banana nut bread, one of our favorites, since I have some bananas that are getting mushy.
When I think about the fact that he loves to cook and bake with me, I feel so blessed. Not many boys will admit to enjoying cooking with their mom, and I have such great memories growing up of all of us gathering around the kitchen table, the mixer closer to overheating then any of us probably realized at the time, making hundreds of cookies for the holidays, or making Thanksgiving dinner together, and looking back now, I really wish I had taken advantage of those moments of family more.
But, some of my best persoinal memories growing up were in my grandmother’s apartment and she and I cooking together. Grandma was the best cook I have ever met, and I still carry the lessons she taught me today, teaching my son the same ways she did me.
I value the time I am getting with him right now because I know he will not always want to spend time with his mom in the kitchen.
And, the tradition is continuing. Every time I watch my son, covered in flour, butter streaked across his cheek, I am reminded and instantly transported back to when I was the 9 year old baking and cooking with my mom. I think ahead to the next few years and know he will not be this little and this innocent forever, I know he will grow up, and I know I will be right there to watch him, to watch this young man who is developing before my very eyes, and, before I know it, I will be the one cooking in th ekitchen with my own granddaughter, teaching her the way my grandmother taught me.
But, not for another 20 years, I hope. Until then, though, I will cok and bake with Little J, creating those treasured memories for him the way they were created for me,.