sick

A few nights ago I did not feel all that great.  I had a headache and my stomach was rolling.  I stuck it out and worked through the night.  The whole night I had that feeling where I wanted to throw up, but just couldn't make myself.  If I would of thought about this a little more, all I would of had to do is go into the bathroom and look at the toilet.  Imagine five men sharing a toilet for over a month.  Do you think they clean it?? Heck no!  If I would of gotten close to that thing I prolly would of been "calling dinosaurs" right away!  This saying kinda fits because dinosaurs=fossils=fossil fuels=oil=we are drilling oil. HA!  This reminds me of Mrs Doubtfire's rap.  I'm a raptor, doin what I can, gonna eat everything til the appearance of man.  Yo-yo see me, I'm livin below the soil.  I'll be back but I'm comin as OIL!

Continuing on...So I still felt like poo and had to go to the safety meeting.  Half way through, I had to leave because I was going to visit dinos.  Later I found out that right before I left (I didn't pay much attention in the meeting) the guys were getting chewed out because someone found dirty magazines in the tool shack!  Naughty, naughty!  They thought I left the meeting because I felt uncomfortable about the dirty magazines!

my lead

My lead is from out of state.  The other day he was walking from our work shack to our living shack (which is about 4 trailers down).  As he was leaving I looked at him and couldn't help but laugh.  He put on snow boots, his HUGE winter coat, big gloves, and his hard hat (which has a thingy hanging down off the sides that cover your ears).  He reminded me of the kid off of "The Christmas Story" that gets bundled up too much that he can't hardly move! Except this kid was going out to play for a whole day.  Funny stuff...