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I am going Going to be gone for a long time. On May 27th I drop myself out of plane from Alaska to Seattle. In that port city I shall begin my incredible journey backpacking, hitchhiking, and bussing across America. The title of this article will be the name of my on-going traveling series. The meaning of the title is simple. For 10 months I worked in the oilfield as a lowly sample catcher. The lowest of the low on the totem pole, lower than a worm (roustabout) but higher in stature than the cook in the various camps (Sometimes.) I’ve traveled some with my job, but mostly I”ve worked in the deep arctic heart of northern Alaska known as Prudehoe Bay. At the time of this writing it is starting to get pretty warm, 10-15 degrees at least! Of course everything sucks right now since everything is pseudo melting. But what about pills? The pills part of the title comes from my other profession as a network marketer. As I travel around the good ol’ US of A I will be promoting my Visalus business. Not only does this make it a tax write off (My whole journey I hope!) but I also have more of a mission other than just wandering around as was my original plan. America was given to me. Through the force of oil field and the health care of Visalus-branded supplements, my sojourn was birthed. I’ll be putting all these articles in my traveling section. When I get more time I’ll put up pictures of my pack and some more information about what I am doing. Oh! And my new laptop, it’s only a little bit bigger than my hand. These Asus EEE’s are crazy!! Off I go, with one last word, hint, clue to the mysterious activities I shall condone in on my sojourn… Two words… Storm Chasing. -Greg the Writer
Last night while sleeping next to my boyfriend, I had a dream. For some reason, I was living back at my fathers house and driving his new truck. Some how my parents had already gotten to this family get together that we was having not to far from our house. I didn’t really want to be there, so I sat in the bed of the truck, until I heard the radio report of a tornado going to be touching down right in the town that my father lives in. So I started watching the sky and all of a sudden I seen the funnel start coming out of the sky, right down to where my father house is. I pointed it out to my family as we all piled into the truck and took off for the house *I know, you’re saying, “What were these people thinking”?*. When we got to the house, I kept yelling for my parents to open the door of the truck, because it was raining again and are house was destroyed. I wanted to check on my laptop to see if it was ruined. When I got inside the only thing worth saving was my LAPTOP! I messaged my boyfriend from the computer and let him know what happened and that I needed him. Then I woke up. It wasn’t really a bad dream, but it was really weird. When I woke up, I told him all about it. I went through the day and didn’t really think of it until somehow my grandma’s boyfriend/my grandpa and I got on the conversation of weird dreams and what they mean. Symbolically the tornado means stress and since I seen the tornado actually hit within my dreams it means changes have been/will be upon us.
Three days ago I posted about the new fence posts and how they had been placed on the wrong side of the fence line. After much deliberating Gary decided to have them leave the posts instead of reseting them. Our original fence had the nice side in and the ‘ugly’ side out and we had wanted to change which way the nice/ugly sides faced for various reasons. However, in the long run, it just wasn’t worth it make have the poles moved. Last night the girls and I arrived home from the ballet studio to find the backyard filled with lumber:
So, now we have a fence. Our next focus will come inside as we start trying to find contractor for the water damage.
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05/16/2008 
