Monthly Archives: October 2014
Bubba, Bubba, and Bob . . .
Well, I think we’re officially a Texas drill rig now. We have our very own flare stack, though it’s only been in operation a couple of times since they put it up a few days ago.
Hope it’s not going to act up like the one in front of us last year. That one was more like a volcano, with burning oil cascading down the sides and shooting smoke rings and fire balls into the air.
But it was very entertaining.
Normally when a vehicle comes up to the gate, I write their tag number down as they approach, and then I greet them with Good Morning or Good Afternoon, and ask for their first and last names. Then if there’s no company name on the vehicle, I ask “Who’re you with?”
But I may have to change this. The other day when I ask this to the driver, he turned to look at his passengers and said as he pointed, “This is Jose, and Hector and Juan.”
Then last week I when I ask the same question, I got, “Bubba, Bubba, and Bob.” I guess my look conveyed my confusion, because he then said, “They’re cousins.”
Yeah, like that explained it all.
Of course it could have been worse.
It could have been Larry, Darryl, and Darryl.
We got more Ama’s catering today, but I forgot to ask Jan what it was. So far we’ve had that delicious seafood and chicken pasta, then next we had beef and chicken fajitas, which we had tonight, very good, and then next up is Chicken Fried Steak.
YUM!
Brandi sent over this photo of Landon’s recent T-Ball game as he was presented the Game Ball for being very focused and doing a really good job as pitcher.
Based on what I’ve seen at other games with kids this age, I think the ‘very focused’ part means he didn’t wander off in the middle of the game to play in the dirt.
Way to Go, Landon!
Brandi also sent over this shot of Landon showing off his new winter jeans.
Tomorrow is grocery day, so I’ll head over to B/CS in the morning to take care of that and also bring back lunch. I’m going to get a few extra things to last us for 10 days this time since we won’t be getting groceries again until our day off on Saturday, the 25th.
Jan’s getting giddy again.
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Thought for the Day:
“First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they attack you, then you win.” – Ghandi
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The Problematic One . . .
Well, we have a new gate record, at least for us. 332 vehicles came through our gate today. Our previous best was last year’s frac gate, with a total of 291. It does keep us on our toes.
After previously making some snide comments over the last few weeks about the lack of ‘gate food’, we’ve now got it coming out our ears, or rather our fridge. Three days, three meals each. And since each one can feed us both, we’ve actually got 6 days of food. And of course we’ve still got some Rudy’s BBQ that our friends Pat and Judy Benson brought on their visit this past Sunday.
I did establish that the name of the restaurant that’s delivering the food is not Oma’s like I thought, or Anna’s like Jan thought, but it’s Ama’s Mexican Restaurant, apparently out of Hearne, TX. And the Yelp reviews are really good. And so is their food.
We had their seafood pasta this evening, with corn on the cob and bread. Really good, with large chunks of shrimp and fish, and maybe some chicken thrown in for good measure.
And it looks like tomorrow night’s meal will be beef fajitas with all the fixin’s. YUM!
I had a new dog visit last night. All white, and looks like a Great Pyrenees.
He’s very friendly and came right over when I called. But then suddenly Old Dog showed up and didn’t like me having anything to do with New Dog. He started growling, and even through he’s smaller, he ran New Dog off.
For a while. But later in the early morning, New Dog came back to visit. But he must have been playing somewhere because he came back pretty muddy.
Around 12:30 this afternoon, our rig (oil, not RV) had a ‘mud explosion’, as in drilling mud. They apparently blew a seal and mud went everywhere, even over here where we are, getting a fine splatter on the logs and on Jan’s glasses.
Glad it was just mud.
Then later tonight, a little before midnight, a young lady came through the gate in her car. She had a French-sounding name and slight French accent, and when I ask her where she was going, she pointed at our rig, and said, “Is that the problematic one?”
I laughed and said, “Well, that’s a diplomatic way of putting it. Maybe snakebit or cursed might be better.”
She laughed and said, “Well, I’m going there.” She came out a couple of hours later, so I guess she got everything fixed.
Charlotte, our relief guard, called today to confirm gate sitting for us on the 25th of October, which also happens to be Jan’s birthday. So that works out perfectly.
Looking forward to it.
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Thought for the Day:
Reality is for people who can’t handle drugs.
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