Hurricane Deck

It has been three whole months since I have written a post! I have many things that I think about writing, but never get around to doing it. The landman gig is still going strong, and I still love it. The dogs are doing well. Sniper is in the top ten, Lola Ann has her Rally 1 (UKC) title, Heidi Hoser the Three Toed Wonder is one champion class win away from being a Grand Champion, Rooster is well, Rooster and he's become an adolescent ass (so much so that my friend Kari nicknamed him "The Cock"), and Rodear is as fun as ever to take for a spin around the ring. Tracker and I have been working on Rally stuff and I have been socializing Baylo like crazy because he's going to my sister in Texas in a few months. Whew! Busy! AND - one more month and a few more days until rabbit and squirrel season! I need to get out the .22 and sight it in; I don't use shot because me and the dogs eat the game we kill and I HATE spitting out pellets when I am trying to enjoy chi...

I originally thought that this blog would just be about my dogs, but not today. It's about me and a world of hurt. It's a missive that no one will see, mostly because thankfully, no one follows this blog. I'm fat. According to those precious BMI charts, I've always been fat, even as a lean high school and college athlete.

It's the my third Friday as a Landman. I love the hell out of my job. I love calling people and offering them money to bury pipes or build a well pad on their property. I love the energy industry. And I love that most of the time, I have no flippin' clue what the heck I am doing, but a good line of BS will get me through most anything. I love that in a few weeks, I get to go and buy mineral leases from the state and the feds. I am freaking out just a tad, but not so bad that I am not excited about it. I have a huge office with huge maps all over my walls. I have a few maps of Wyoming, some maps of Louisiana, and one of east Texas. They all detail something different - state holdings, federal holdings, wells, leases, areas of interest, and geological features that are like Greek to me. Anyway, I should be getting back to it! I will leave you with a picture that is my wallpaper - it makes me grin every time I see it - it is Sniper who is going into that pipe after a rab...

It's a commonly yelled phrase in my house, along with "get OUT of the cat box," "paws off the table," and "Oh GOD! Who STINKS?!?" Right now, it's the last phrase. I have no idea who stinks and why, but good jeebus it's nasty. I think everyone might need a good dose of Flagyl and Gas-X just for good measure. It's especially bad since the culprit is one of six dogs that are currently smushed together in a pile underneath my desk and the smell comes right up into my nostrils. I am taking a break from searching for employment. I was fired two weeks ago, and spent the first week giving the house a major spring cleaning, and the second is now being spent trying to find gainful employment that will cover my student loans. And of course, I was released right as cottontail season ended here in Wyoming. I only had one very muddy week day to take the dogs out to work some rabbit warrens before we were only able to hunt jack rabbits. I'm n...