Had a decent nights sleep.  Up at my usual 4:20am.  Dressed and go down to the first floor for a little breakfast (fruit, cereal, 2 strips of bacon!).  Back to the second floor and into the Control Room by 5am.  After a little chit chat with the night shift about their activities, I'll grab my chair and re-arrange my 12 computer screens, telephone in reach, radios channels tuned in (work Communications radios ... NO music)  and start to grind.  6 running conversations at once, 5 more running conversations over the radio,  4 more jobs being coordinated via radio,  2 helicopter crew changes, another half a dozen phone calls and non-stop alarms on the control system that doesn't care who i'm talking to ... all before my 15 minute lunch at 11am.  grind, grind and grind some more till my 5:30 crossover meeting.  Still managed to get control of the facility control system, made everyone feel as thought they were the center of my world and i was there to cater to just each individual person with a problem, got all my work done except for one piece of equipment that I knew wasn't going to work, but what did I know, I'm not an engineer ... All I've ever done is work in the oil field for the last 30 years ... just start the damn thing.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH ... crash and burn, crash and burn, crash and burn.................................................

If the sound of my voice seems to be getting louder and louder ..................................................... No I don't feel like putting in 16 hours today.  

At least today was seafood day.  Plate full of fried shrimp, spicy potato and corn on the cob and a cool bottle of water.

time for a shower ... jump in my rack ... close my curtains, so I don't disturb the 3 others I share a room with and strap on my CPAP.

Hopefully I get to  sleep before 10 pm this time.  If it were up to me ... every freakin body on the rig should be forced to wear a CPAP .... tired of listening to all the bitchin about who snores! 

My buddy is watching youtube vids - MUD RACING!  Everytime he makes some inane comment, I'll tell'm "That's what she said!"

i.e. Truck goes into the mud - him "hit that mud hole"  me "That's what she said!"

him "not enough power"  me "That's what she said!"

him "he broke the front end"  me "That's what she said"

he got the mesage and stopped making inane redneck observations.  can't complain to much though ... doesn't take much to entertain himself!

It takes 2 seconds to fall 60 ft.

It takes 30 minutes to plan fall protection into the work at hand.

At $25.00 dollars an hour, you can earn $12.50 while planning and rounding up your fall protection.

(Plus future work and future wages)

OR, you can forego Fall Protection to hurry up to get the job done,

and in the 2 seconds it takes you to fall 60 feet,

YOU can earn your LAST 1.4 cents.

From Yahoo

Former porn star Sasha Grey took her talents a less adult audience by visiting Emerson Elementary School and reading a book to students, which caused the school to receive several complaints and at first deny Grey’s visit, TMZ reported. “We have several celebrities who read to our students each year,” a spokesperson for the school told TMZ. “The actress you indicated was not present.” But photographs uncovered by the entertainment website and a tweet by the actress told a different story. “Spent the am with Read Across America Compton, reading to the sweetest 1st and 3rd grade students @ Emerson Elementary,” Grey tweeted. A spokesperson for Read Across America told ABCNews.com that Grey was not affiliated with the program. Grey responded to the backlash from her visit Friday by telling the entertainment site: “I believe education is a universal right. I committed to this program with the understanding that people would have their own opinions about what I have done, who I am and what I represent.” The ex-porn star, who made her last adult film two years ago, most recently appeared on the television series “Entourage” playing herself.

Personally I don't have a problem with it.  People are allowed to change.  You can't escape sanctimonious people, who just have to be heard though.

 To get the accents right ... check out some cajun youttube vids .... i.e. Cajun Man or Coyon Duhon

Thibodeaux and Boudreaux were out drinking one night.  Thibodeaux turns to Boudreaux ands tells him about being out in the pero (boat) with Marie. Said they were out all night doing the "laundry".  

Boudreaux thinks to himself, he's a gonna go ask Marie to go on the pero with him and do the "laundry".

So the next night Boudreaux asks "Marie, would you like to go out on the pero with me tonight?"  

Marie says,"why sure, Boudreaux, your such a nice looking fella."  

Out in the pero Boudreaux says,"Marie ... why don't you sit a little closer to me."  

Marie says, "why Boudreaux, what do  you have in mind?"

"Aww, Marie...I thought we would do some laundry," said Boudreaux.  Marie says, "that would be fine Boudreaux."

A couple of nights later Boudreaux again asks Marie to go out with him in the pero and do some more laundry.

"Awww..., Boudreaux," says Marie, "Its such a small load, you can do the laundry by yourself."

So we're watching the storm predictions and noting that its supposed to go right over our facility.  Already sending non-essential people home and beginning to secure the location. 

The more important thing is where to have the hurricane party.  Kinda looking like at least one night on the beach before returning to work. 

The San Luis (most likely where we will be quartered) is really nice but expensive.  Holiday Inn Resort has that nice cabana bar right on the street.  The Poop Deck is old and has weathered many hurricanes (should have blown away many times), but good people.  Any other suggestions?

Forgive me once if I stop to stare,
At moonlit strands of midnight hair
Borne on wintry tides of air.

Forgive me twice if I linger awhile,
To maybe catch that smallest smile
That somehow makes the day worthwhile

Forgive me thrice, no more no less,
For my visions of you in that little black dress

Sex is such a docile word.
It is written on forms to determine if you are male or female.

Intercourse is such a weird word.
It is used when speaking to your doctor about your sex life.

Fucking is such a crude word.
It is used when describing your Friday night with the girl from the bar.

Making love is such a mushy word.
The image of two lovers on a beach at sunset comes to mind.

Sex, intercourse, fucking, making love.
As long as it’s with the one you care for it can be all of the above.