I'm a Single Girl

For today, I'm alone. Steve had to drive to Phoenix (three hours away) to go to a mandatory training thing. Something that has to be renewed every year, I dunno.

And Shay's over at his dad's since I am leaving for International Waters in the morning.

What's a girl to do with herself? I'm used to cooking a full dinner, cleaning up afterward, having very little spare time to just sit and stare.....

So....

I will eat chocolate dipped in peanut butter:

A Little Friendly Competition

Out at the airport, there are three FBO stations. An FBO is Fixed Base Operator. Basically a gas station for airplanes. But some are jazzier than others, offering fancy pilot lounges, private theater rooms for pilots to use in their down-time, free food, smoothies, etc. Our airport is no exception. The beginning of the airport was in 1991, and there was one FBO. Steve's boss, Big Mike built it. He eventually sold it only to buy it back last year. In the mean time, a second FBO was built. People laughed at the idea of having two FBO's at an airport that didn't have enough business to support one. Then, a third FBO was built, by a business man who was just looking to spite the owner of the second one. Aaaaah, revenge. The most logical reason to build a million dollar facility that will never make a profit.

Over the past year, the competition has ranged from friendly to intense to downright mean. Cops have been called. Fights have erupted. Newspaper articles have been written. All the while, we have watched it all happen with a chuckle.
Steve's boss, as I mentioned earlier, Big Mike, has a lot of cash. When he decides he wants to show the airport who the big dog really is, he has the cash to do it.
So he bought a monster truck. Solely for the purpose of pissing off the other FBO's.


It worked.
The neighboring FBO, #2, decided to post some new signs nearby.


So now Big Mike is formulating his retaliation.

It's fun to be on the sidelines.

Hellooo California. Hate Your Traffic!!

I don't understand why so many people LOVE to live in California. There's not one community that has any less than 1 billion people living in it.
And they all travel to and from their destinations at exactly the same time.

But the good news is, the porno convention is coming to town! Yay!


And here's what my corrective shoes look like in heavy traffic:


Here is our reason for traveling to California this week. We were picking up a HUGE engine and dropping off one. At the HUGE ENGINE STORE. It's right next to the Pants Store. And the Mexican Food Store:


The whole time we were in the land of concrete swimmin holes, I had a headache from the smog. That's all I can figure it was from, the pollution. And it wasn't one of those little itty bitty headaches, it was a "stab you in the forehead" kind of pain. So I wasn't real talkative.

Not talkative, that is, until we met this wonderful couple who are living in their tourbus. They retired from Southern California and hit the road recently. They worked four hurricanes last year, if I remember correctly. Here's their website:
www.ourodyssey.us

Louise and Sean are their names, and they've been so many places they can't remember all of them. Cool!

Tomorrow I am off to Mexico, to work at the off road race. If I am not killed by the drug cartel gunmen I will be sure to post lots of pictures and stories.