Hi gang. Nothing going on here in the big city of TR. Had to wash my car again; that’s 3 or 4 times now. Don’t know what’s gotten into me. Today I broke down and mowed the lawn but then had to go get some more gas. Cost $5 for less than 2 gallons. Used to be you couldn’t spend $5 all summer. This might be a good excuse not to mow at all . . . well, maybe a couple of times. Memorial Day and Labor Day perhaps. Sang with the Greenville Chorale last Saturday night at the Peace center. Pretty good concert from all I’ve heard. They put all the good singers toward the front. I was in the back row. One step back and I’d disappear. Planted my garden today; 2 tomato plants! Every year I’ve tried to grow tomatos and the squirrels steal them. I noticed that the squirrels never go near the roses, so this year you guesed it I planted the maters in the rose bed. I’ll either have strange tasting tomatoes or odd smelling roses. Or maybe, the squirrels will be like Ferdinand and just sit there and smell the flowers. As Bugs Bunny says, “that’s all folks.”

Well, Larry…it is obvious that you have been watching too much MailCall as your yelling has given me a hadache, yet it has motivated me to blog a short …blog..to you all.

I have exams starting tomorrow. I guess I need to write them.

Tad pitched an iniing of 7 run baseball last week. He did tag out a runner at home.
His contract is not in a re-nogotiation status right now.

I have to write marching band music for a band that I judged 3 times last year, and never gave them a top score…I guess now my money is where my nouth is so to speak. I meet with them today.

Our little girl Annie is sweet sweet sweet. Sweet is NOT cool at 11:45 pm. Icy at 2:30. But that 6:30 smile is very , very warm!

Wesley and Nathan went to St. Oouis last weekend where the band was awraded a Superior rating and top overall at a festival.

Nathan tries out for marching band quad line today.

Wesley will play with the college group tonight in a choral concert. He is still quite good.

Tad has a Soo and Ensemble festival on Saturday (so does Wesley)… reminds me of the Day Family players in 1974 or whenver Tom played the trombone solo.

I am very excited about the schedule easing up a bit week after next..you will probably hear the sigh from here.

My garden has great big brocolli plants, cucumvbers, zuchinni, tomatoes, lettuce and peppers. I think Lisa planted a strawberry. It has not been frost damaged..I thik we are safe.

Gotta go..Have a good day.

Hi, Larry.

I haven’t written anything here because my life is boring. So I just wrote all about it on my own personal little blog.

Feel free to comment about the delightful and cutting commentary contained in THIS post, however.

It has been approximately one month since I last posted anything here. I think (I could look, but I’ll content myself with merely thinking) that the last three posts have all been a month apart. I do this for a reason: I’m in Georgia. People here read slowly. They’ve done so for generations. This has been documented as far back as 1860, when that famous Georgia general, at the battle of Manassas, urged his troops to greatness, saying, “There stands Jackson like a stone boat. Rally behind the Virginians, boys, and thank God for Mississippi!”

I say this in jest, of course. The general was actually from South Carolina – I believe his name was General Bee – and he urged his men to thank God for Georgia, a state already on its way to the bottom in terms of both SAT scores and congressional representation.

Since the day that AT&T announced their intention to take over BellSouth, most of my long-term projects have been either cancelled outright or drastically scaled back. As a result, I’m now bored out of my mind and contemplating the fun and frivolity associated with revamping my resume. This is not something that I anticipate with any eagerness. The last time I actually had to do a resume was in about 1990. When I left NYNEX/CompterLand/Vanstar/Inacom to go to Compaid, I did so because the boss at Compaid knew me. And while AT Compaid, we had a secretary who continuously updated our resumes for us. Mine ended up being about 12 pages long, which I’m told is not a good thing.

I tried to put one together about a year ago – a little one-page deal that resembled something a third-grader would write upon returning from his summer vacation. It didn’t help that one of my clients (while at Compaid) was “Girls, Inc.” I was informed by a friend that it sounded like a porn site.

It’s actually a YMCA-type place.

The Georgia Brass Band – that brass band with which I played for four years before taking a sabatical last March – finally decided to make an appearance at NABBA (the North American championships) last month. They won. Figures. I quit, they win. The director is now quaffing large quantities of anti-depressants because I’ve expressed my desire to rejoin the group. Hopefully going to do that in the next couple of months – just in time for the summer break.

I spent last Saturday near Vidalia, GA – home of the world famous onion (“the bloomin’ onion”). I was a week early, though. The “Onion Festival” isn’t until next week. On the way there, I passed a sign for a rodeo, though. So I might see that next month. Why was I there? No reason. A friend wanted to go, so I went along. We watched a couple of movies on television and had pleasant conversations with her family. It is referred to as “settin’ with kin,” I believe.

Also in the last month, I relaunched an updated version of my football website. It still needs some work, but is a vast improvement over the version that I’d been running for the last few years.

I’m about three weeks late, but plan to put in some tomatoes, cukes, and perhaps carrots sometime this week. Just to keep up with my green-thumbed biggest sister.

I trimmed the hedges in the front of my house last week. Now I need to mow my lawn and get to work on the hedges in back. Also need to paint my fence this year. And my deck. And my foyer. And my living room. And my dining room. And my office. And my master bedroom.

I got a new water heater.

(Can you tell that I’m really searching for stuff that nobody wants to read here?)

Hey! I paid off my car! I can’t drive it anymore because gasoline costs about $900 (.999)/gallon, but I did pay it off. That’s right. I OWN that puppy now. Anyone want to buy it?

I’m going to go to work now. If anything that is earth-shaking happens in my life in the next month, I’ll be sure to detail it here.

Ta ta.

TWD

Good morning everyone!

I’m camping out in a hotel room in Jacksonville, Florida, waiting for a meeting to start later today, wherein I need to convince my friends (and a fair number of unknown new entities) at Blue Cross Blue Shield of Florida that they need to keep me happily working for them.

There was a pretty big “reorganization” in the office a couple of months ago, and a bunch of the people that i’ve worked with for the past five or six years all got shuffled right out of their jobs. Others got promoted. So I’m here to sweet talk the promotees and their new staffs. Promoting myself has never been my strong suit, so keep your fingers crossed for me.

I also thought you’d all want to know that the peepers are peeping in Vermont. The chives are up and have been used in salads. Daffodils are blooming madly, with tulips about to pop, as well. So, even though the temperatures insist upon staying relatively low, I do believe that spring is coming. And yes, we’ve planted spinach! Another month before anything else goes in…but there you go. Vermont is not South Carolina (or Tennesee for that matter).

And I think that’s basically the news that is the news from Cornwall/Jacksonville.

So, nothing going on out there in Dayworld? Nothing noteworthy? Nothing even mundane yet quirky enough to Web Log? Can’t even get the little keys on the computer keyboard to type something? Let’s suck it up here people! Get it in gear! You’re fat! You’re undisciplined! You WILL log your boring lives on here so that others may read of them and feel superior to you! Now drop and give me a paragraph!

I have to go now. Command decisions make me hungry.

Holy Cow! Ya know evertime I sign in to write something to y’all, this stupid machine tells me I have the wrong password? So I have to say that I “forgot” my old one, WHICH I HAVEN’T, and wait for the email that says “oay you old forgetful person, go ahead and make a new one” I want to SCREAM. But I don’t. I just make a new password and tell my computer thanks for making me feel like an idiot.

Let’s see,,,,what’s happened this week? Zack came up last Friday for spring break. He’s been working with Bill on the route and working at the new house too. He finished a biology test, read a required reading book and is probably ready to go home and relax! That will happen Monday afternoon.

Thomas is on spring break as well. He got to work one day with Bill this week. He’s been dressing up his new room and organizing a collection of shotglasses he’s had for about 9 years. They are on display with an alligator head, a rattlesnake head and various other disgusting things all fourteen year olds need. Friday he had surgery done to remove some bone that grew very strangley. The doctor removed a section about 3 inches in diameter. He took a polaroid for T cause the real thing has to be sent off for a biposy. Thank God! I’m sure Thomas had already found room for it with his shotglasses.

Bill’s been relaxing this week. Mainly chauffering two boys around to do his job for him. I’m just kidding. He’s a very hard worker. He’s also worked in the new house.

I spent the week (minus Friday cause it was a holiday and Thomas’ surgery day) wearing my hat as well as my boss’ hat. Not fun. I got to have dinner with Mom Monday (girl’s night out) and spend an hour or so with Sue Doten and her husband (Wednesday. Saturday I drove to Charlotte and played a farewell ceremony for some division soldiers on their way to Iraq Monday. I too have worked in the house, and I must admit, we are all doing a great job!

And now I have to finish the ham and get a shower before the four of us invade Mom and Dad’s house with food! Happy Easter to all of you!

A few weeks ago, after the announcement of the BellSouth/AT&T merger, we were informed that our new data center in Tucker was a go and $43 million had been earmarked for it. BBT (Broadband Technology), our main focus for the last several years, was still going strong with an $800 million budget. IPTV, our baby for the last 18 months, was set to begin a market trial on August 1.

That was before today. BBT? Cancelled. Market trial? Cancelled. Data center? Cancelled. IPTV? Maintain as-is until further notice. Headcount? Static.

I hate big business.

As you may know, I play tennis on a regular basis. Three or four times a week I put on the cute little skirt with the shorts built in (because I need to have POCKETS), try to find a pair of relatively clean socks in the bottom of my “gym” bag, don those perfect little white shoes and meander out onto the court with three other women to whack away at the ball. I consider this to be mental health as much as – or more than – physical activity.

Of course, when I play with the “easy” crowd of 60-somethings, they consider me to be the retriever and take a perverse pleasure in lobbing the ball to opposite corners of the back court so they can watch me run back and forth like some sort of deranged puppy. When I play with the “big girls” (who are actually quite competitive in nature) I am more of a goalie – standing at the net and hoping to avoid having a tennis ball become the newest thing in orthodontic technology.

I love the game. I really do. But I have to admit that I’m beginning to feel the aches and pains of the half-century mark. My shoulder hurts when I serve, and for a day after each match, my heels hurt. I’ve gone one round with tennis elbow and have discovered the giant economy size keg of Ibuprofen that they sell at Costco. I now refer to any stray ball on the court as a “Rosenberg” in honour of the local orthopedic surgeon (who has had the pleasure of the company of almost all of my tennis buddies at one point or another). In short, I’ve decided that aging – even a wee bit – stinks.

The upside of all of this, however, is being a member of a tennis team that won its first match yesterday. My partner and I (she’s just a little younger than I am and SHE has to wear her tennis elbow thing and a knee brace, and cannot rush forward because of a torn calf muscle) hammered our opponents – allowing them just one game in two sets. Ah, the rush of victory. I feel almost as good as Tad. No tears, but if there had been, I suspect they would have been of pain.

Today, to celebrate (read recuperate) I’m going to lie around and read, maybe catch a bit of the Orioles baseball game – which will give me an opportunity to rag on those teenagers who go onto the DL because of hangnails – and try to generate enough new brain cells to ensure that I’ll be bright enough to NOT play tennis tomorrow morning. It won’t happen. I’m on at 11:00 – and I WILL be wearing some clean socks.

Tad is what I would consider to be a very gifted….OK……good………OK, enthusiastic……. athlete. However, he has been blessed with a great baseball coach who is a fine man, and stresses FUN in youth rec baseball. So Tad has played for 2 years, and this is his third.
Those of you who know rec ball realize what it means to play in the outfield…where he plays. But last week, he was asked to “close”.

Tad has never pitched.

Worse than that, the score was tied and the bases were loaded, and the count, when the
previous pitcher threw yet another wild pitch and was taken out, was 3-2.

This pitch would end the game, as the other team was home.

Long story short, Tad threw almost all of his warm-up tosses in places that demonstrated why youth baseball teams have athletic and mobile catchers.

“Play Ball!”

One pitch, 1 called strike, game over.

I have now seen tears of joy from my son as he got mobbed by the other boys, and his obvious relief showed up in droplets all down his face.

I will now quit my job and retire, safe in the future success of my MLB pitcher.