Eager beaver

So I had a softball game last night. I play for my church's women's team. Haven't been able to make a game in a while. And I really wanted to hit that ball. So I was too eager and ended up swinging under the ball, sending a perfect pop fly into the outfield...perfect for catching that is. Thankfully my glove was better than my bat. I redeemed myself a little bit. But I realized, again, that I'm really hard on myself. The game didn't even count...the other team forfeited with not enough players and we were just playing for fun. And yet I was still beating myself up that I didn't play better. Sheesh.

In other news, I'm leaving tonight for Connecticut for work. We have a bridge inspection for the next two days. I love that part of my job, where I get to go out and get my hands on things and get nice and greasy, climbing around all the machinery. I wish I could do that more often, but as the junior engineer, I don't get out as much as my more experienced co-workers. Let's hope it's less humid up there, because I'm going to be outside all day. Under a bridge, but outside nonetheless.

The same thing we do every night, Pinky

Oh yes. It's true. Someone else has decided to enter the world of blogging. At the risk of becoming "another pathetic copycat", I will boldly step out where I have never gone before. :-) It's one more small step in my plan to take over the world. Here goes...