Showing posts with label Oilfield Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oilfield Travel. Show all posts

Thursday, August 18, 2016

It's A Small World, After All

You know what I love about the oilfield?

The thing I love the very most?

The fact that you can meet someone for the very first time, and within minutes, find out that you have about twenty mutual friends.

And those mutual friends are good friends, that both of you have known all your lives.

And still, you’ve never met each other, and pretty much, have lived in other states most of your lives.

Talk about 6 degrees from Kevin Bacon.

It’s a small world out there.

And we’re all connected.  And what we do, matters.  

It really does.

Think about that as you go through your day today, wherever you are, and whatever you do.


What you do matters.  So go love on somebody today, will ya?


Sunset at Seminole, Texas - Pumping Unit - Photo by Janie Snelson


Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Girls Just Wanna Have Funnnnnn....

While I was in the H-town, Jenaya and I went and test drove a new Toyota.

Just cause...it's that time again.

Well, sometime in the near future.

And this Toyota dealership?  Had all sorts of cars on the showroom floor.  Except none of them were Toyotas.

And one of them?

Was...a Bentley.


Yeah.

It looked like this.  Had less than 1,000 miles on it.















I texted it to ThatManILove. Told him I wanted to drive it in the Oilfield.  


Jenaya showed it off like Vanna on Wheel of Fortune.  Well, except she was on the phone.












And then?

We saw the price tag.

Had a heart attack.


























Stepped away. From.The. Vehicle.

Giggling, of course, like a couple of schoolgirls.

Yeah.  So not gonna drive that car in the Oilpatch.  

Or, anywhere, for that matter.

It's never boring around here.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

What The Heck Time Is It?

Time change messes me up a bit.

I wake up, I think it’s 6 a.m. or so, and if I’m in the Northeast, it’s (duh) an hour earlier.

It should be a simple calculation for me, but it's not.  I might have to change the clock on my Mac just to acclimate.

Why is it such a big deal?  It shouldn't matter.

But...

I’m wide awake at night here, but when I'm at home, I start settling down around 8:30 p.m.

Last night, I finally went to sleep at midnight.  (That would be 11 p.m., to you.)

And then, my hosts came in from a hunting trip.  I’m upstairs, I heard their garage door open, and up I hopped to say hi to them.  Which kept me up, oh, another 30 minutes or so.

And then, when I got back in the bed, my mind was whirling again.

Ugh.  I gotta get better at this…what if I start to travel internationally?  


Going to be a fun day today, but dang…I might need a nap!