Author: laineyd

I can’t figure out why Blogger keeps eating my posts — I’ve written some doozies, too! Monday was our company softball outing. I got to be an umpire. I wish we’d been able to play umpire when we played softball in school. Tuesday I caught up on some reporting (so now I’m maybe 1/2 finished)….

I swear I’m still here! My posts keep getting eaten, even when I try to save them as a draft. Do I have to start pretyping posts in Word and cutting and pasting? ugh. Umpired softball yesterday. Yeah, I know. I have no clue what they were thinking, but judging by the velocity of my…

My posts keep getting eaten 🙁 I swear I’m still alive, my two readers!

I had a longish post typed out this morning before work but Blogger must have eaten it because it’s not there! Oh, well. Yesterday was my company’s softball outing. Those of us from the support center were the umpires, which meant I mostly stayed out in the field and tried really hard to not do…

Yesterday I had to go to a work outing — all the dining room managers and the higher ups played softball. Thankfully, the accounting and HR departments got to umpire. I wish I’d known about umpiring back in junior high and high school — umpires aren’t supposed to touch the ball! That was always my…

and I ain’t got nobody…(well, except the dogs). Gene’s off playing poker (read my earliest posts if you need a translation about what poker is…) and I’m home alone. My ambitious plans haven’t come to fruition yet so instead I’m going to post to my ‘blog while listening to music. (Currently playing: Don Henley’s “The…

By hitting the “Next Blog” button (lookit — top right corner), I’ve discovered many other blogs. Interesting. Many of them are politically-focused and I’ve come across two being written by soldiers over in Iraq. Appropos to nothing, one of my coworkers was in Afghanistan for nearly a year. Anyway…as both of my blog readers are…

Another week down. Today, I did what I think is my final task for employee appreciate day 2004. Each restaurant drew the names of their guests (from comment cards) for $20 gift certificates to the restaurant. It was my task (actually, one of the 18 tasks) to compile the addresses and mail out a letter…

I am so scared. Gene had a moderately icky day at work today that was much like my moderately icky day Monday (those of you in the know will know what I mean). Part of me believes it will all work out (it always, always does) but the rest is still very scared. One of…

My buddy at work (actually, her college age daughter) gave me two stickers that proclaim “God Doesn’t Care!” in big letters. I’m not sure what I should do with the stickers, but I like having them. Anyway, Betty is home from the vet after her (its) operation. I told her to get a man while…