Dream Silently

Remember Chevy’s slogan from a while back? I’m currently putting it to the test. So far, so good. I haven’t busted anything from running over miniature trees yet.

I’m out at Mount Hope drilling. It’s going slow. We’re using a CME 850 that belongs in a museum. It broke down yesterday. And today, we managed to loose the sampler down the hole at 35′ depth.

So, to drill a 40 foot hole it’s taking us about 3 hours. If we were using a CME 75 (what I’m actually use to), we could of had two 40 foot holes done in that time frame. The driller is funny. He keeps cursing at the rig because it has no power. We keep hitting a really mean sandy clay layer about 20 feet down and you can hear the rig struggling to ogre.

Anyways, I went to my mother’s for the holiday weekend. Sarah, my citygi– I mean sister (I got beat up for teasing her), was there. It was good to see her. However, I’m not too crazy about some of the resulting bruises… granted I probably deserved them for calling her a city girl. Love you Sarah.

I fly back to CO this friday for the company christmas party. I haven’t packed yet and I’m in Eureka until friday morning. A replacement is coming out to cover me friday. TS, our field manager who will be finishing the drilling, was begging me to try and finish tomorrow or guarantee that he can finish by cob friday. I just laughed and told him its not happening dude. Whoever requested for us to use a track rig deserves to be shot. And I don’t blame him for wishing… it’s freaking cold wearing steel toed boots in 20 degree weather with snow. Oh yeah… it snowed finally!! And it looks like we’ll be getting some more this weekend.

Totally rockin’

Alright, now onto the biggest thing that I have not even mentioned here because I don’t know how I feel about it. My mother had gastric bypass surgery on monday.

When I was visiting this summer, she was looking into it. Despite me pushing her to make better decisions on exercise and choosing wisely on what to eat, she managed to get it. The thing that irritated me the most this summer (and don’t get me wrong, I love my mother) was that she would eat hardly anything at dinner, maybe two bites. Then an hour later, she’d eat a big bowl of something sweet and not good for her. Or dring a pint of chocolate milk. Then she would sit on the couch all day.

I am not against gastric bypass… I just believe that things should be done naturally. Yes it’s hard. Yes it’s frustrating. Yes its depressing. But surgery or diet pills, etc… they are easy solutions to a situation that someone isn’t happy with. My mother, whether or not she’ll admit it, is a hydrocondriac. If there is something wrong with her, she looks for a medical reason and, thus, a medical cure. Most of her problems (obviously not the bipolar) could be improved or cured by life style choices.

When Sarah and I were in private, Sarah shared the same concerns and arguements I had used with mom this summer. Now our concern is that she’ll make herself sick, to the point that she won’t eat because she hardly ate anything to start with (despite sweets). While she has tried to assure the two of us that she’ll do what she’s suppose too, I have my doubts. I grew up with mom. I know how she is when it comes to sticking to one thing and staying dedicated to it.

And now I’m scared for her. I can seriously see her starving herself to death. I can say one positive thing. Her husband is there and I know he won’t be taking off on her no matter what happens.

On a completely different note, Joe is coming December 18. I am excited and also apprehensive. It’s been a year. And all I can think is that this visit will either make or break us. It’s certainly not something I want to be thinking about right now.

Until I have more time to think of something to write or to concentrate in putting thoughts into words…

Enjoy

…drilling. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it.

I almost wish I was just a tech and didn’t have a degree in engineering where certain levels of responsibilities are expected. Of course, the expectation for my abilities won’t be set or increased until after I’ve been with SWC a few more months. It’s hard to believe it’s been just over three months.

When our VP was out a week or so back, I was in from the field and went to lunch with him. He’s a cool guy. Everybody is dude or hey buddy to him and he’s extremely sociable. He made it very clear that I was apart of the “family” now. Even told me that Joe had to be showed off for approval (in so many words).

What amused me the most was his comment at how young we were (both Joe and I) and how we have so much opportunity out there. I wouldn’t be surprised if he agreed with the same philosophy my old office mate held. She told me to enjoy being without responsibility, to not rush in with too big of a head and take on too much. To not grow old and settled.

But it’s hard to take such advice. I don’t feel young. I feel old. I turn 24 in December. Just thinking about that makes me want to shrivel up inside. Especially when I think about all of the different things I’ve done up to now. And I have to ask myself, am I simply being naive? Have I not had enough fun? Have I been too serious about making a secure place for myself?

Have I been too cautious?

With how quick things have changed for me since finishing school, I feel sort of lost and floundering. I don’t know where I’m aiming to go anymore. Most of my choices or my long term goals are in the air because it rests on events that I’m not even sure are going to happen. And I hate not knowing. I hate not being able to plan.

Why does life have to be so hard?

So, I don’t know how I managed it, but I have… I’m only out on liner work if I’m absolutely needed and then I’m going to be switched over to dirt work. Which means, hopefully, no more freaking 14 hour days. And the only other thing I’m handling is keeping paperwork organized because I’ll be helping write the as-built report AND maybe I’ll even get my own truck.

It’s about time.

I forgot how frustrating it could be, starting at the bottom again.

Joe is back from ranger school. He was sent back due to a medical reason, again. Though, I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t of wanted to be stuck on post as a recyled for 10 more weeks. I think I would of chosen to have gone back to Bragg too.

There’s not a whole lot more going on… feels sad, right?

Here is a new fractal for people (wallpaper size 1024×768) as well as a new template. I’m still working out some of the kinks in the code, but should work for the most part. Links are incorrect for the gallery section because I’m reworking that. I’ve also decided to add a freebies section. I’ve placed Shadowed Beauty on hold due to time constraints. I also thought it’d be a bit pathetic to open up a site without having much to start with.

By starting with things here on my main site, I’ll be able to build up enough content to be able to open up a new site. Ah… the voice of reality whispers again.

Please note that I’ll be reorganizing my directories. So, entries with images in them may disappear as well as content I may have made available for download previously.