06/06/2026
You know, lately the phrase "blue collar" has been thrown around a lot. Like it's some cool nickname you earned, or some exclusive club you got initiated into. People keep throwing it at the wall, hoping it sticks.
Guys pretending they're blue collar because they work a bunch of hours, or because they put in 40 hours a week at a tough job.
But being blue collar isn't just a title to those of us who are. It's a damn lifestyle.
It's an old-school, hard-knocks, gritty way of life that you're either born into or raised in.
It's busting your ass every day to make sure your family has a good life, even when it comes at the expense of your own. It's missing things more often than you'd like because you're making sure your kids have what they needβand sometimes what they want.
It's sacrificing the one resource you can never get backβtimeβso your family can make the most of theirs.
It's stumbling through the door after a long day, sore enough to call it quits, then turning right back around and heading to the garage or the yard because there's still daylight left and a to-do list waiting.
It's refusing to pay someone else to do the work because you'd rather do it yourself, even when all you can think about is a hot meal, a shower, and some sleep.
It's working a 13.5-hour Friday, tired, sore, and completely burnt out, then spending the evening wrenching on the tractor because the grass still needs mowed.
It's staying awake 20+ hours just to squeeze every minute out of your time off because you know that in 48 hours, it's back to the grind.
And that's the funny thing about life...
Kill Dozer isn't broke for once, so naturally the mower decided it was its turn. Now it's sitting in the garage getting some much-needed tender love and care.
Because that's blue-collar life.
Something's always broken.
Something always needs fixed.
And quitting was never one of the options.