YMBARI:
3/16: Local air quality plummets when you start your truck.
3/17: You can't find your lawnmower.
3/18: The only "push-up" you know about is sold in the ice-cream section.
3/19-20: The centerpiece of your landscaping used to get twenty-five miles per gallon.
3/21: You had to save your allowance to pay for your first divorce.
3/22: Your old washing machine is your new doghouse.
3/23: You've ever caught bugs just so you could throw them in the bug zapper.
3/24: You regularly check the brake lights on your house.
3/25: Your spring wardrobe mostly involves using scissors.
3/26-27: Your kids trip over the Christmas lights while hunting for Easter eggs.
3/28: You've ever decorated a birthday cake with a caulk gun.

You know, these are only marginally funny, yet somehow I feel compelled to save them all up and post them here.

This weekend was fun except for the visit to Melissa's grandparents. I don't know when I've become so intolerant of them. Used to I'd just have a good time despite their annoying habits, but now I find myself really not wanting to go. It's not like I thoroughly hate being there (c'mon, this is me; I enjoy myself wherever I am). Perhaps the negatives from Brian and Melissa towards their family are rubbing off on me.

Enough drivel. I must give a big w00t to.. err.. something. So far in the last couple or three weeks I've thrown the baseball around 3 times, and not once have I felt the stabbing pain in my shoulder that was (at least partially) responsible for me quitting in the first place. The arm has been sore, but no more than it should be after not throwing in years. I can throw a baseball again!

So I helped my mom transfer digital images to her computer this Sunday as well. They were all of Melissa, me and my parents in Newton fishing and feeding the deer. They were ok, but what struck me most is the amount of hair that I no longer have. The pictures of me from a distance give me a perspective I don't usually see in the mirror, and I can honestly say I didn't realize I looked like that. I've always threatened that, if it got too bad I would break out the razor and become Mr. Clean, but now I'm seriously contemplating it this week. I imagined the pics of me on the fishing doc with no hair at all, and I honestly don't think it would look that bad. This morning I found myself planning how to do it with the minimal amount of upkeep required. Most likely I'd (I'll?) buzz the whole head with Melissa's dog clippers and really short blade, and then remove the rest of my hair with Magic.