dance

I read the best quote yesterday afternoon..."Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance!"  It reminds me of my mom who, for as long as I can remember, will break out in song/dance at any given moment.  Particularly while doing house chores like cooking, vacuuming, doing dishes, etc.  Naturally, as I've mentioned many times before, I'm catching myself more and more often doing the exact same thing.  That includes walking down the hallway at work humming and bouncing to the latest One Direction song.  Chad swears that my taste in music (and sometimes accessories) is comparable to that of a 13-year old girl, but I can't help it, they are so catchy!  I think he should consider himself lucky to have me because I'm keeping him young and hip!

Dad and Dusty are in Chicago for their annual boys football/baseball trip, but this year Mom got to tag along.  My guess is that during the planning phase they realized that this year's trip was close to Mom's birthday, so they decided to double-dip and call it a birthday present too...well done boys ;)

Anyways, things are still moving over here.  I shipped Phil offshore on Friday morning and I'm trying to get Jimbo out of here sometime this week.  I should also have all of my contractors demobilized by Saturday or Sunday, and my instrument and electrical folks are out of here next Tuesday.  So by next week, I'll be the last one standing on the project and I'm expecting to be itching to get home (even more so that I already am).  The good news is I'm over the halfway point, so I'm on the downhill slide of this rotation...

We are breaking out of camp this afternoon to head to Cabinda for a final team celebration with our contractors.  I was hoping for a sunny Sunday so we could take advantage of the beach, but it looks like it's going to be a dreary, overcast day.  BUT this Sunday we will have as fresh cooked meal and (hopefully) some Italian wine to brighten up the day!    

23 days down, 16 to go!  xoxo...