april 21 - 2007
i like terri clark’s new song - as close as i would come to getting dirty would be in a mud bath at a spa - and i’ve never had a mud bath in a spa - yet - but i just had a mud bath at a gas field - i went to work with ray today and we had to take the quads into two of the wells - after riding on the back of his quad for the first well, i was pelted with mud from head to toe and back again - what a dirty girl i was - at the next well, he unloaded a second quad that i drove behind - down a trail, into a running creek 2 feet deep and 12 feet across - thru a field of cows (and i am afraid of cows) through a gate to the well to launch a pig. (pigging a well is putting a foam shell into the pipeline to force the water out) i felt like a mail carrier - thru wind and rain and sleet and hail we went - i was barely able to see thru fogged up glasses, snow pelting my eyes, slipping and sliding in the mud and cows running along side me and across my path as i ventured causiously along - did i mention i am afraid of cows? we lauched the pig and headed back, ray letting me lead this time - this time i was not afraid of the cows - for he mentioned they were not cows - they were BULLS!! did i mention i am even MORE afraid of bulls? so there was no venturing this time - i grit my teeth (more like i grit the GRIT in my teeth) and it was full out and full speed ahead only to slow down a bit for the creek and back to the safety of his truck - did he save the solo quad ride for the bull field on purpose??? he says nooooo - but i’m sure it was definitely a bonus.
i like terri clark’s new song - as close as i would come to getting dirty would be in a mud bath at a spa - and i’ve never had a mud bath in a spa - yet - but i just had a mud bath at a gas field - i went to work with ray today and we had to take the quads into two of the wells - after riding on the back of his quad for the first well, i was pelted with mud from head to toe and back again - what a dirty girl i was - at the next well, he unloaded a second quad that i drove behind - down a trail, into a running creek 2 feet deep and 12 feet across - thru a field of cows (and i am afraid of cows) through a gate to the well to launch a pig. (pigging a well is putting a foam shell into the pipeline to force the water out) i felt like a mail carrier - thru wind and rain and sleet and hail we went - i was barely able to see thru fogged up glasses, snow pelting my eyes, slipping and sliding in the mud and cows running along side me and across my path as i ventured causiously along - did i mention i am afraid of cows? we lauched the pig and headed back, ray letting me lead this time - this time i was not afraid of the cows - for he mentioned they were not cows - they were BULLS!! did i mention i am even MORE afraid of bulls? so there was no venturing this time - i grit my teeth (more like i grit the GRIT in my teeth) and it was full out and full speed ahead only to slow down a bit for the creek and back to the safety of his truck - did he save the solo quad ride for the bull field on purpose??? he says nooooo - but i’m sure it was definitely a bonus.
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