Wendy Parker

Having a quirk doesn’t make you a jerk

Rather, "it makes you quirky," says Wendy. "Home time is awesome."

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When a Hummingbird just isn’t enough

Overdrive's Wendy Parker on competitive fishing, side-scan sonar technology, and more: "I have a theory that all things lead back to the trucking industry, in one way or another."

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For your dining (or building) pleasure

George's choice in Clif Bars, if he can't swing a Cloud Cake: “I would like the one that doesn't taste like drywall, please.”

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If a tree falls in the forest, will you shut up?

"We're looking for flooring and I'm driving George nuts. I'm certain you just gasped with surprise. Since he's the installer, he knows exactly what we need. I'm the decorator and I know what I want."

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Say it, don’t spray it

Confrontation in a truck stop parking lot yields this from George: “You can't just scream at people, babe. I don't like it either, but you never know when you're going to run up on crazy."

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This just in: Alarming news about anything

The joy of local television news: "Every day someone is shot, someone dies in a car wreck or two, and a couple of places burn to the ground -- the usual stuff."

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The nuances of winning

"There are distinct trade-offs in self dispatch. The security of a regular thing is awesome, but it's not the adventure of pinging yourself around the country" -- then there's the new boots...

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The tanks have arms

And the frogs and dogs sing -- and other strange happenings at the military installation.

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Exercising the demons

The thought of having to put t-shirts and shorts on with nothing to hide behind seems like a personal affront to the kind Goddess Hanes of Spandexia, who invented loungewear and sanctioned it as a consolation prize for dealing with cold weather.

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Temperature regulation and first world problems

" I could possibly be at the age where I'm having a little trouble regulating my body temperature. I may or may not have flung myself into the bunk once or twice to tear off my clothing like a madwoman because of a hot flash."

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