The Posting that Wasn't

You know what, I am not very adept at this whole internet thing. Some may debate my ability to write well, and I appreciate my supporters out there, but I am an absolute idiot when it comes to being profficient on this damn machine and site. I just spent the better part of my morning (at least an hour and a half and regrettably that may be a bit of an underestimation) writing my daily posting about my round of golf on a brutally windy day with two members at the club, Mrs. W and Mrs. M.
I don't know how the overall posting came out, because I usually write the whole thing out, publish it and then read it with the rest of you once it is online and in its raw form. I like to do it this way because I feel like if I spend too much time going back and forth and changing things, I am less likely to find the passion and whatever edge I might have in my writing. For me, this is more entertaining, and there are probably those of you out there who would prefer a more honed finished product, but alas, you do not find that here. So I was trying to put a couple of pictures on the posting--I thought that one of the golf course, followed by a picture of two old ladies would suffice to capture the theme of the story, but in doing so, I somehow managed to completely lose the posting altogether. Pretty impressive, don't you think.
So instead of trying to recreate the posting that most of you would probably have ignored anyway because it mentioned golf somewhere in the storyline, I am writing about my own ineptitude on my own freaking blog. It just isn't that complicated to save draft. Here, I'll do it right now--see that, saved, just like that, approximately 10 seconds taken out of my rant to ensure that at least a portion of this posting would be available to publish for your perusal, enjoyment or abuse. For the ladies golf day story, you will have to make up your own stories now, because I cannot go back and conjure up the same enthusiasm to rewrite the posting. Matt R, DJ, Esch, John H, I appologize to you in particular because I am certain that you would have enjoyed the story (especially Matt would have loved to hear about Mrs. M tumbling into the sandtrap as she tried to maintain her balance on the upslope behind the green on #11). The rest of you can breathe a sigh of relief that you won't have another golf posting to deal with for at least another two months when my current golf playing restriction is lifted. Playing two rounds with somebody's grandmother apparently counts the same as getting away with the boys for an afternoon of fun. I'm going to save again. Hold on.
Simple as that--maybe seven seconds that time--why the hell couldn't I do that last time, when I actually had something to write about. Instead, you are reading about my incompetence. It is shameful, just shameful. So if anybody out there is the least bit adept at this internet thing, more specifically the whole blogging phenomenon, I would love some tips as to how to better represent my site. Aside from my nonsensical babbling, there really is no reason to visit the damn thing, and quite honestly, I have little idea who is out there reading aside from Becca, Aaron and Dad, because they generally post comments. If you are reading this, please just post a comment. I was shocked to find out that there is some family in Colorado out there reading about my life, and there may be more strangers checking in. I hope that you are. It doesn't matter if you feel like you are snooping, I am just curious what you think, and how many people are enjoying or loathing my stories and blather. I hope to hear from you (fake names are acceptable).
For everybody out there, I am sorry about today's posting. I have failed you miserably and if I can muster the courage to get back on the horse, I will try to write something this afternoon if Lauren is amenable to my spending any more time on the computer. It is likely that I won't have the chance until later tonight, but I will do my best. I look forward to your comments.