Salute my shorts

As a side effect of one too many volleyball digs in shorts not approved for volleyball, I say goodbye to a beloved pair of shorts. My "Get Lucky" shorts ain't lucky no mo'.

I smell a Hollywood blockbuster...

I played volleyball for the first time in 5 years. The first time since the accident.

Here's a refresher course: http://picasaweb.google.com/smerkerg/MTC#5068345593522633250

It was fun to play again. Even if I did break every blood vessel in both of my arms.

Give me a sign. A sign that I want.

Here is a sign:




Am I the only one who looks at the sign above and sees the sign below?

Functional living

I have two belts that are identical except one is black and one is brown. I wear the black one more often. Yesterday I wore the brown one simply because it would decrease the amount of wear in the black belt. Who makes decisions like this? What is wrong with me? On the plus side, it keeps me frugal.

Shh, don't wake him up

You're ready to leave. You get up from your desk and begin walking to the door. A tingling sensation in your right leg. Your foot's asleep. This could be trickier than you thought.