An attempt at some...

Photos......

This shot was taken from a helicopter. It was of our last location in south west Queensland.

franticly trying to post....

frickin photos.

Tis not working. Hopefully it works on my home computer. Hmmmnnn....... that's if I remember to blog when I'm home.

I thought I'd have more interesting things to say when I was home, but when I'm at work I have more of a tendency to fuck the dog, procrastinate and do things I shouldn't be doing.

But it's ok to FTD today cos I finally got those splits done.

They were just a tiny bit damp. I'm hoping the storemen don't open the boxes when they get to the Queensland Department of Mines and Energy. I'm thinking they pretty much get stored on a shelf somewhere as soon as they arrive, and that is where they stay for the next 5o or 100 years or so, or however long they are supposed to keep them.

Not long now honey. Tuesday rig down (hopefully) and Wednesday is Home Time Yay!
I'm getting on that plane come hell or high water!

Yehar!

BBQ tongs in the laundry.......

Yep, last night when I was delivering my clothes to the laundry, there was a pair of BBQ tongs just lying on the floor. Hmmmnnn.......

Then I started to think. But I didn't want to think the worst at first.

There may be a switch that the campy can't reach, there are some really nasty bugs and spiders around..........

Then it hit me.......eeeuuuuwwwwwwwww

Roughneck undies after a 12 hour shift!

Anyway, it's almost time for dinner.

Guess what's on the menu.......

.........BBQ!

procrastinating.....

...is what I'm doing right now. The roads are still wet so the cement trucks can't get thru to finish off this well today. So now that I have some time up my sleeve, I'm procrastinating big time. I have 9000 feet of samples to split and pack, and I reckon I've done about 50. Just can't seem to stay awake.

If we cement tomorrow, we will be released and can start rigging down. Get out of here and get to Ballera by Monday. Possibly home by Tuesday.

Am very tempted to spring a surprise arrival on my temporary house guest. See if she had kept the place clean and tidy for the past 3 weeks. But, she has my key, plus, that's pretty mean.
As long as it's clean when I get home, I don't really care what she's done for the past 3 weeks. Hmmnnnn.......

I wonder how many messages will be on my answering machine. Most of my mates know the routine now, so they won't call till I'm home. Do you know how depressing it is to come home after a few weeks away and absolutely no one has called. Hmmnn....on the other hand, you do an extra 10 days without telling anyone and you come home to about 50 messages. Hmmnn......

There's no pleasing me!

Gotta go call the boss man now for his afternoon report. There's no procrastinating in that department!

Are you afraid of forks?

This was the question asked of me by the Mud Doctor yesterday at dinner. You see, the time got away from me so I got to dinner a little late, and by then all the forks were gone.

So I had to eat my overcooked steak with a spoon.
No worries, I had a knife, just not a fork. It was a hell of alot easier to eat my peas and corn, that's for sure.

However, it was a little strange. You see, I'm one of those people that usually requires the correct utensil for the dish. For example, I wouldn't eat my cereal with a teaspoon, don't butter my bread with a steak knife, and I prefer a soup spoon for soup.

My one exception to the rule is icecream. One thing you must do in your life is try eating icecream with a fork. You see, with a spoon, the flavour only hits the roof of your mouth when inserted, until you remove the spoon. But, if you use a fork, the flavour hits the roof and your tastebuds at the same time. It is something that looses something in the explanation. You must try it.

Plus it's fun.

Hmmnn........

It pissed down last night. Tis a good thing cos it will delay the rig move by a couple of days and I might get out of here without having to rig down. The downside is if it doesn't dry out soon, the roads might still be closed by Wednesday, and I'll get stuck here and won't be able to crew change. The other down side is that my bright spark offsider left all the samples out in the rain.
Now, wet silt and wet sand in small calico bags don't go too well with cardboard boxes. Sigh.

On another note, I was woken up this morning by one of the boys telling the campy that he didn't think to pack a jacket. The campy then said "I've got a spare one if youv'e got a spare hundred bucks".

Nice one.

Did you know...

I have been off the fags now for about a week and a half.

Apparently one of the side affects of quitting is mouth ulcers. There is a chemical change that happens in your mouth when you quit, cos your body is no longer trying to protect itself against all that nasty smoke. Hmmmnnnn.....

Well, I found it interesting.

We'll see if I can stay off the fags. Only 7 days till I'm home. I have a pretty terrible feeling that I will be incredibly weak!

Today smells like....

Poo.

You know when you go to the country show, and the air smells of animals. Horses, cows, sheep etc. Yep, the air smells like poo. Why I hear you ask. Hmmmnn.... Well, the water truck just watered the road, it could be that.

Something completely off the topic of poo, a fly drowned in my bottle of acid. I think that would have been a pretty terrible way to go for that poor little bugga. Oh well, there are about 20000 billion of his mates just waiting outside my door, ready to pounce as soon as I step outside.

Last night I dreamt that I was being chased by about half a dozen skeletons. As I was running from them I passed a house with a wooden door. I ripped the wooden door off it's hinges and started bashing the skeletons with it.

Hmmnn........I think I've been out here too long.

Is there anyone.....

Is there anyone actually out there reading this?

I think I will buy a digital camera so I can upload some of my own photo's, without having to borrow the wellsite geologists photos. Might tell you a little more about me. Hmmnnn.....
Things to do......... So little time.......

Anyone got any suggestions for purchase of a digital camera. I was kinda thinking something pretty basic, relatively cheap and easy to use. With a really big viewing screen and an auto timing thingy so I can take nude photos of myself so more of you bastards will view my site. Sex sells and all that.
Oh, on second thoughts, that might backfire a bit........

Anyway, I'm actually doing some work today. Gotta go.

Only 11 days to go.

A female mudloggers dream.....

I've had heaps of trouble trying to post pictures when I'm at work, so check out this site for a picture of pink stuff.
http://ma.charmandhammer.com/mainpage.php
For example, pink hardhat, toolbelt, safety glasses, the list goes on.

I have got to get me some of those.

When the boys complain how hard it is to look at our bright orange overalls, I always tell them that I wanted it in pink, and they always laugh at me. Little did they know that I have been on the lookout for pink workgear forever. I thought I'd never find it.

Yehar.

Right, I'm going to post this before I loose it again, then I will try for a couple, or at least 1, picture of the rig.

I'm floating on cloud nine about the pink stuff.

Only 14 days to go.....

Hey kids, only 14 days to go.

There is something you should know though.......
I've already been out here 10 days.
Normally I would only have 4 days to go.
I would usually happily be counting down by now.
However.....
I have run out of smokes.
I will be PMS'ing very soon.
There is no beer or mars bars in sight.
Bugga.

back in the plains of despair.........

Hello my precious petal.
I'm back in the bush. Queensland in fact. Hmmmnnn..... nice and green.

I was supposed to go back on Thursday the 25th of August, but the rig was moving so I was put on standby. I knew that if I didn't get a phone call by Friday morning, I would be home for the weekend. Yay!

Friday morning came, friday morning went. Yippeeeeeee! So, I proceeded to arrange my social life for the fabulous weekend I was going to have.
Come 4pm Friday, "ring ring". Oh shit!
I was put on a waiting list for the Saturday morning flight.
Saturday morning came and a mate took me all the way to the airport (one hour from home), only to find out there was no way I was getting a seat on that plane. So she brought me all the way home again.

Went out that night with the girls and got a little pickled. I was supposed to be watching my special "friend" that night in a production of "allo allo" put on at the maitland theatre. But after he said I was allowed to come to the pub afterwards, but "Don't be offended if I don't talk to you", I decided not to go.
Prick.
He even sent me a text message "hows your dinner" (he assumed we drove all the way to Maitland and had tea at the pub before the show). Then after his performance he sent me "how did you like the show?" The bastard didn't even realise I wasn't in the audience. Now I'm not talking a festival theatre audience. I've performed in the Maitland theatre and I reckon it sits about 150 people max.
Needless to say I have not txt or spoken to him since.

I went to the Gawler Show sunday afternoon. I took my girlfriends 7 year old daughter on the
zipper, or whipper or the "lets dangle upside down in the air for 10 minutes". The 7 year old was fine - after all of my "look at me, this is fun isn't it?" distractions and "oh yay, let's dangle upside down again. Here we go, wheeee".
After I talked the 7 year old thru it, I had to recover myself. I should have had my dagwood dog, ice coffee and six hot cinnamin doughnuts after I went on the ride, not before. The 7 year old's mother was not too happy being dragged on the ride, neither was her mate.
Well, that was how we ended our day at the show, all feeling a little sick and totally exhausted. And that's how a day at a show should be ended.

Monday morning was a crack of dawn flight.
Arrived in Moomba only to discover I shouldn't be on the next flight from moomba to Ballera cos the car we had ordered was in moomba, not ballera. If I flew to Ballera, I'd have no way to get to the rig.
So, pick up the car - one hour of stuffing around, install radio in car - 2 hours, find maps + spare tyre + water bottles etc - 1.5 hours, have lunch in moomba 1/2 hour.
Six hours later we are on the road, looking forward to a 4 hour drive to the rig.
4 hours later we arrive on the rig, have dinner, and have to start rigging up. Arrrggghhhh.....
Ok, so far I have been awake for about 13 hours. I was not a happy camper when the company man was getting up us to hurry up, cos the rig was waiting on us.
Eventually my offsider cracked the shits. So at 10.30pm we got to go to bed, to start again at 5am.

Joy.

Now I am doing a 24 day hitch cos there is no one to replace us.

This is the life of a mudlogger back in the plains of despair.........