Friday, August 31, 2012

Oh Mighty Drlg Czar

We utilize an online service to sign up for various industry events.  I administrate two of these sites.

I received an email late last night about one of our attendees that was having trouble signing up for a symposium.

Pete:  I tried all emails, first name and phone numbers.  Nothing works to reup.  Now what?

Janie:  Looks like you're already in the database.  I just enrolled you.   You should have an email.  Now you can go in and sign up for the conference.   If you have any problems, “drlg czar”, just give me a call.  lol

Pete: Thanks. You caught that title. Haha.
Sent from Tee Box (He must be night golfing. Right.)

Janie:  Yeah.  I almost changed it to "in my own mind" but thats what would print out on your name tag.  I know you would have laughed tho…

Now you see why I love this industry. 

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Wake Up, Little Whitney, Wake Up!

My phone dings.  Incoming.Text.

From my young friend Whitney, who house and dog sits for us from time to time.

Timing?  9:59 p.m.

Whitney: Is there a silver external hard drive in my room there?

Janie: Hang tight I’ll drop everything and go look, doofus.

Whitney:  Lol. On the night stand thing or in that couch thing. (which is a chair and an ottoman.  She must be exhausted and everything is blurring in her mind.)

Janie:  Not that I can see.

Whitney:  Well, shoot. I can’t find it anywhere.

Whitney:  Found it!

Janie:  Amazing. Can I go back to sleep now?

Whitney:  I didn’t know you were sleeping! LOL thank you Mrs. Ma’am.

Janie:  I wasn’t!  I just wanted to mess with ya.

Whitney: Haha. Thanks, Janie.  I love you, too.

4:29 a.m.  (I know how to play this game.) (and I'm up to go to the gym, anyway.)

Janie texts back:  Love you, doll.

It's never boring around here.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Wax On….Wax Off

As I promised, the Brooke and Cash Chronicles will continue.

But now, I pause for a commercial break.

Do you utilize personal waxing services?  ThatManILove and I do.  Our current flavor of choice is European Wax.  They are super clean, never use a stick twice, never double dip the wax.

AND...No matter, ummm, what area you’re waxing, their wax is specially formulated for a more pain-free experience.  But the whole experience of waxing does freak some people out. 

The last time I visited my technician at European Wax,  I walked in the front door just in time to hear a lady scream out in pain.  Loudly.  I started laughing.The newbies awaiting their appointments were halfway out the door in a New York Minute. 

Today, here’s how the scenario went down.

The professional is waxing my eyebrows, and I said, “Any screamers today?”  

She starts giggling.

Evidently, a client was in with her waxer, experienced some pain, and screamed loud enough for it to be heard throughout the treatment rooms: “Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints!”

I nearly fell off the table laughing.  

So, if you see me, and I’m missing part of my eyebrow, you can attribute it to spontaneous hilarity.

The Brooke and Cash Chronicles Part 1

This past week found us smack-dab in the middle of the lives of Brooke and Cash, whose 60 year old grandfather Sam passed away, way before his time, last Tuesday.
My cohort in crime, Cash.
ThatManILove and I consider this family our extended family, from the kiddos all the way to the grandparents, so of course, we stepped in to help in any way we could.  We thought, “Oh, we’ll just do whatever is needed...we’ll help them pick up the slack.”

We’ve had some funny moments in a not-so-funny time...which, in retrospect, probably helped us, as well as the family, get through everything.

After leaving the grandparents house late Tuesday night, we show up at Brooke & Cash’ house Wednesday morning, both in our Sequoias, around 6:30 a.m.  ThatManILove goes immediately to the sheep pen, and starts feeding and exercising the show lambs.  I follow TMIL, driving up with breakfast for the family.  TMIL, for some reason, leaves his Sequoia running.  (this will be important later.)

Meanwhile, the neighbor gets nosy, and comes over to see “just who that is mucking around the property” and confronts TMIL.  He tells her that we’re there to help, and that the parental units know we’re there. (I don’t find this out until later.)  The kids’ father comes out to the barn and starts working.

As I’m taking over Mommy duties, I go wake the kiddos up, and feed them breakfast.  I have to leave to take Brooke to school about 8 a.m.  

About 7:50 a.m., I spy Brooke’s lunchbox...and realize it might need to be filled...before we leave.  I go ask Brooke about it, and she tells me what to pack.  Thanks, Brooke’s Mom, for planning ahead and having a cabinet/refrigerator full of food!  You saved me!  Whew!!

Brooke and I get her to school on time, and I come back out to the house.  Cash and I start cleaning up a bit.  Their dad comes in from the sheep pens, and gets ready for work (he has a practice to run) and TMIL comes in and starts helping Cash and I.  The neighbor returns, and starts helping as well.  She makes some remark about TMIL’s car is “still running”.  I don’t even put two and two together. (Keep this in the back of your head.)

We grab some laundry to take it to our house, along with Cash.  We get out to my car, and realize we have no booster seat (he’s 5).  I’ve got to take him to get a dress shirt for the funeral, so we head to the mall.  

Cash:  “Janie, I don’t feel comfortable without my booster seat.”
Janie:  “I know, buddy.  Your mom and dad are in the next town, so I can’t bother them right now.  Make you a deal.  As soon as we get your dress shirt, we’ll go buy you one.  ToysRUs is in the next parking lot, and that’s where we can buy it.”
Cash:   "Well, okay.  But I'm supposed to be in a booster."

We go to store 1 - no dress shirts.  Store 2 has a multitude, but none in his size  (5) in the desired I, to his utter dismay, grab a pink one for him to try on. He’s just not having it.

Cash:  “Janie, I don’t like pink shirts.”
Janie:  “Cash, I just grabbed it so I could see what size you’ll wear, okay?”
Cash:  “Okay...but I’m serious.”
Janie:  (Please, God, let them have a blue one in his size.) “I got ya, Cashman. No pink.”  He won’t even try it on.

This kid cracks me up.  We find a blue one in the right size (6 - yup, he’s grown...or , looking at him now, maybe the shirt I grabbed for him this morning was a wee bit smaller than I initially thought!)  We’re checking out, and of course, there’s a huge gum ball machine at the register.  So, I have to break a one for quarters.  Cash-man promises not to eat them until after we go eat lunch.  And, he doesn’t!

We go to the car, he hops in the backseat, and I buckle him in.

Cash:  “Janie, can we go get my booster seat now?”
Janie:  “Yes, sir, we’re on the way.”
Cash:  “Do we have to go out on the street?”
Janie:  “Yes, we have to cross that street right there, and go into the next parking lot.”
Cash:  “But you’ll be careful, right?  Because I need my booster seat.  I’ll feel better.”
Janie:  “I’ll drive carefully, I promise.  You’re precious cargo.”

I say a little prayer for safety, we make it to ToysRUs, and Cash picks out his booster seat for our car.  And then, he asks if he can get a toy.

We’re on a time schedule.  I tell him if we get all our chores done, ThatManILove or I will bring him back, and he can shop.

Cash: “Well, because it’s been a pretty hard day, and I worked... a lot.”
Janie:  “Yes, it has been, and yes, you’ve worked your little patooty off.  You so deserve a toy.”
Cash:  “When your conference call is over, will you bring me back?”
Janie:  “I will.  I promise.  How’s that booster seat?”
Cash:  “It’s good.  I feel better now.  Are we gonna go meet TMIL for that hot dog? Coz I’m hungry.”
Janie:  “Yes, sir.  We are on the way.”
Cash:  “Okay.  I just want cheese on my hotdog.  And a Pepsi.  And BarBQ Chips.  Okay, Janie?”

God, I love these two kids.  Soooo thankful we’re part of their lives.

They crack me up…messing with my photo moments!
To be continued...

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Some Companies Do Care…and United Airlines Rocks

I will never trash United Airlines.

Wednesday found ThatManILove and I on board a United Airlines flight, headed towards Denver on a business/AADE National Board meeting/fun trip.  We were close to the point where they tell you, “Ladies and gentlemen, the door is shut, please power down your electronic items.”

And I got the word that one of our friends had unexpectedly passed.  Our friend also is our little friend Brooke's grandfather.

I immediately started looking at a schedule online...trying to already get back home, before we’d even left.  (Not an easy thing to do, when you're trying to get back to Midland, Tx.)  ThatManILove took one look at that schedule, and stood up to go talk to the stewardess.  She stopped the last passengers attempting to board, and we gathered our things and left the plane.

The baggage handlers met us on the walkway, offered their condolences, and asked us for our baggage tags.  We each had a suitcase, and a shotgun case.

We walked up to the main terminal, and around to the United counter...where they refunded our airfare, brought our luggage, gave us their condolences, and sent us on our way.  Hotel?  Refunded every cent.  Rental car?  Refunded every cent.

There are still good people in this world, and they are people that care.

Thank you, United Airlines.  Thank you, Golden Hotel in Golden, Colorado, and thank you, National Car Rental.  

You all helped helped ease our way on a very tough day.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Transformation - You Can Help

My friend, Clara, has a program in the slums of Kisumu, Kenya, called The Transformation Initiative.

She provides community based support for vulnerable children and families living in Kenya.  Many of the children she helps are HIV positive, and have lost one or both parents to AIDS. 

Clara lives there most of the year, and works personally with the children, gets these kiddos in school, and provides them an education, so they can hopefully break the cycle of slum life, poverty, glue addiction, etc.  When the children have the opportunity to go to school, it gives them a better chance at getting jobs in the future.  Support provides uniforms, shoes, school lunches, text books, and school fees for the kids.

Over time, ThatManILove and I have grown our sponsorship levels to three children.

Our first sponsored child, however, is Abraham.  He’s a cutie.  And I’m thinking Clara matches her sponsors and children together well.  This story so sounds like an angle  I would have tried to work in my youth, in order to get a day off!

Here’s a recent email from Clara:

“So... one of your  boys made me laugh today.

All the kids are in private tutoring in my office for the next three weeks.  Working on English and Swahili.  

Abraham asked if they could have Monday off since it's a Muslim holiday.  I asked Salim what he thought....He asked if Abraham was a Muslim.

The answer is no.  

So.... class in on for Monday.

That kid cracks me up.”

ThatManILove and I can’t wait to meet Abraham and our other kids in person - hopefully, in 2013!

I’ll be posting some facts on some of the other children needing sponsorship over the next couple of postings.  It’s $40 a month, all of the money goes to the kids.  

If you'd like to donate, in any amount, you can do so, as well.  For more information, write my friend Clara.

Check it out - it's a great causeand you could be, honestly, saving the life of a child.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

What Cold Front?

We’ve just walked in the door from our DFW Trip.

I was so excited to go...I’d heard there was a cold front, and that it was going to rain.  (Okay, I’m easily amused.)

This trip is an annual one, to shoot at the DFW American Association of Drilling Engineers Sporting Clay Shoot, held at the Dallas Gun Club.  

The Dallas Gun Club is a prestigious club.  It’s beautiful.  Their facilities are beautiful.  Their range is beautiful.  And it’s smackdab in the middle of town, though in a pasture at I35 and SH 121 around Lewisville.   Horses are in the neighboring fields.  It’s crazy that it’s a minute to the highway and to the mall.  But that’s how it is in Texas!

For once, we are scheduled to shoot at 8 a.m. on Friday morning.  We usually shoot at 1:00 p.m. - in the absolute heat of the day.  And you know? It’s humid in Dallas.

And I?  Am a desert dweller.  Certainly not used to humidity.

Last year, it was 108 degrees when we shot.  I seriously nearly had a heat stroke.

I was so looking forward to a summer “cold front” in the Metroplex! didn’t happen.

We were all sweating by 8:05 a.m.

And somehow, we ended up on the professional calcutta course, which was a joke with our team.  We gave up, laughed, and tried...hard.  And we had fun.  Really.

I didn’t win a gun.  I didn’t win a trip.  I won...bluetooth headphones.  Which I promptly gave away.

But - I did get to schmooze with friends, customers, and meet some new people, which makes it all worthwhile.

Last night, we all went to Daddy Jack’s to eat crab legs and down some chowder.  I love that restaurant. 

Gotta go run the dogs to the park - they are way too wired!  More later!

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

A Few Of My Favorite Things…in The P.A.

We have just returned from one of the prettiest places, in my opinion, in the Continental U.S.

Yup, Pennsylvania.  “The P.A.”, as I call it.  Like as in the letters, pronounced individually.

It does warrant a nickname of its own.  I think it’s beautiful.  Green.  Rife with wildlife, trees, and great people.  I LOVE visiting this state.  I LOVE visiting our friends there, and making new friends there.

The only thing about it I hate?  Having to leave.

How has this state crept so firmly into my heart?

I don’t really know.

It could be random sights like this.
Cornbread.  Covered w/ Berries and IceCream.  Yum.
Or this:

Okay, I love street names like this.  And yeah. We got lost.

Or this.

A beautiful creek, off the Sewicky River.

Or this:
I know there's a turtle in them there hills somewhere.  
Or this - I LOVE this!!

A rooster mailbox.  TOO CUTE!

Or, this, from the restaurant B R G R.

Spiked Handcrafted Shakes.  And…yes.

Or these beautiful, winding roads.

The temperature.

Houses.  With. Finished. Freaking. Basements.  So awesome.

The cool, when it rains, even in hot summer.

Energy.  I love looking at drilling locations/completion locations/producing locations, sandwiched into fields of corn. Wheat. Pumpkins.  

Or next to an old, delapidated barn. With that cool red vine growing up itand over it.

I see something new every time I go to The PA.  I learn something new every time I go to The PA.  And I come away with a new love for this part of our wonderful country…Every. Single. Time.

Go!  Explore!  Love!  You’ll be glad you did.  

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Creative Bloggy Friends Make My World Look WAY Better


I love it!!!

How do you like it?  My new blog header/design?  Do you like it?

I LOVE it!!

My bloggy friend, Diane from The Blue Ridge Gal, designed it.

She’s the Blonde Bomb.  She’s Disher.  She’s so very wise and smart and creative and talented.

So, if your blog header/design is boring, or you just want a change?  Contact Diane.  She’s really really good.

Thanks, Di.  You certainly Dished it out this time, for me!  YAY!

You’re the BOMB.  The Blonde Bomb.

PS - pardon my pictureI was sick.  Traveling internationally.  And would normally let no one take my picture in that situation. But I LOVE ThatManILove's smile. So, yeah. It's the header photo.  And Diane picked it out, so I'm trusting her judgement.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Who Are You Going To Be When You Grow Up?

Today was an interesting day.

I set up a lunch to affect introductions between a young lady I’d never met, and a friend, who had once been a lobbyist in D.C.

And then, I watched.  It was a very informative lunch, one where the more experienced woman gave advice to the younger, less experienced young lady.  And we came up with a strategy to help her, and to afford more introductions on her behalf.

The young lady listened, took mental notes, and immediately did all we asked of her. Her resume needs a little tweaking, and I think we need to have another meetingbut, I think she’ll go far, once she finds her way.  She wasn't shy, she wasn't cocky, she just asked all the right questions, and listened to the answers.  I think she'll turn out to be a hard worker, and one with integrity and character.  It's who she's designed to be.

It’s fun to be a part of the connection, a gathering of the right people, that eventually helps form a path to a career.  Most of us have benefited from help such as was given today. 

I'm appreciative of the help that has been given to me.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Taking Up The Game Of Golf

I’m tired.

I just returned from a customer appreciation trip.  
Translation:  lots of organizing fun stuff for other people to enjoy.
End result:  exhaustion.
Ruidoso, New Mexico, is a beautiful place.  
Our hotel had it’s own beautiful lake, which our balcony overlooked.  Peaceful.
The weather was somewhat cooler than Midland, Texas.
It even rained.
ThatManILove went with me.
Lessons yet to be learned:  
(1)The Art Of Saying No
(2) Golf

The view from our suite.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Counting Rigs To Sleep

I’ve been having a sleeping problem lately.

I mean, a lack of sleep problem.
The kind where you fall into the bed, almost immediately, you’re out, heading down the lane to Napper’s House...and then, BANG!   Your eyes are wide open, your mind is clicking, and you’re making a list and checking it twice.
I’ve just had my hormones changed, settling in there, so I don’t think that’s the problem.
It could just be brain overload.
All I know is that I’m very very tired.
So I thought I’d whine a minute before heading back to Napper’s House.  Thanks for having the grace to listen to me. 
Sweet dreams, people.  

onedrillingrig; twodrillingrigs; threedrillingrigs; fourdrillingrigs; fivedrillingrigs; sixdrillingrigsssszzzzzzzz.