This fall, Deserae has spent every non-sleeping, non-working moment coaching her sister’s high school volleyball team. Even though she falls face-first onto the couch every night from exhaustion, she has enjoyed it very much because it combines two of her favorite things in the whole world – volleyball and winning.

Unfortunately, there are times when volleyball also brings her least favorite thing in the whole world. Deserae’s least favorite thing is not scary movies or lima beans or a small puddle of gasoline spilled in her car (although one would be forgiven for thinking that during a few tense hours this past Saturday) or even losing. It is injustice.

Deserae is very into justice. If you are a customer service representative who has said one of the following phrases to Deserae – “We ended that promotion early” or “It’s only a 50-cent difference” or, heaven forbid, “I’m sorry, but the computer says you’re wrong” – you already know how much justice means to Deserae. If you’re not, just understand that there is nothing on God’s green earth that makes Deserae angrier than a person who won’t admit he’s wrong.

That’s why Deserae has a hard time with line judges.

Volleyball line judges work with the referees to call balls in or out. I’m sure professional line judges are handpicked for their excellent eyesight and undergo weeks of training to make impossible split-second decisions, but line judges for small high school games are a bit different. The sole qualification for high school line judges is “must possess at least one eye.” Continue reading →

Deserae works as an operating room nurse in the Cleveland Clinic urology department, a department that was recently ranked #1 in the country. She takes a lot of pride in working on cases that no other hospital will touch; unfortunately, this means that she always wants to share intimate details about the world’s most disgusting medical cases. During dinner.

“So today, this guy had the biggest _________ on his _____________ that I’ve ever seen.”*

*I am taking out the disgusting parts. I would say, “use your imagination,” but it really is worse than you could imagine.

“The __________ was __________, _________ and really, really _________. So the doctor had to go in and retract the ____________ and ___________ the ______________ while _____________ and I said, ‘Can I touch it?!’ and he let me and it was…”

“OKAY!!!!!!!”

Another unfortunate side effect of Deserae seeing all the worst things in the world is that she always believes she has them.

“Dustin, can you see if this is red?”

“It looks like a mosquito bite.”

“It’s been itching too long to be a mosquito bite. I think it’s [unintelligible, 5-syllable disease].”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a disease that starts to ______________ your _____________.”

Stunned silence.

“That’s an image I’m going to have to live with for the rest of my life now.” Continue reading →

I have the best job in the world right now working for myself from home. But even the best job in the world has its drawbacks. The one big drawback of buying cheap junk and selling it for more on Amazon is you have to shop at places that sell cheap junk. And no place in America is better at selling cheap junk than Wal-Mart.

Because of this, I spend five hours at four different Wal-Marts every Wednesday. This is about four hours and 55 minutes longer than anyone should ever have to spend in Wal-Mart. Every week, I see, hear and smell things that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Before I quit my full-time job, I’d make Wal-Mart runs with Deserae all the time. I enjoyed having someone who could point and laugh at all the crazy with me. Now that it’s just me, I have to keep my comments to myself when a lunatic wearing a cape cuts in front of me.

Last week, the thought occurred to me that maybe I could make things a little more bearable by recording the crazy at Wal-Mart and sharing it here with you. So I present to you the first edition of Things I Saw at Wal-Mart. Don’t worry, there will be plenty more. When you spend the day at a dump, you see a lot of garbage. Continue reading →

Deserae and I recently had a houseguest stay for 10 nights. We love having people stay at our house because we’ve got plenty of room, but this guest was a little unusual. Instead of spending his time hanging out and catching up with us, this particular guest decided to devote all of his energy to a bitter, week-long war with my wife.

I am, of course, talking about my parents’ beagle Buzzy.

Because I work at home now, Deserae and I told my parents we could watch their dog while they went away on vacation. Deserae was excited to have a pet in the home, but she had only one rule.

“No jumping on the bed,” she told Buzzy when he arrived at our house.

“Blah blah blah BED,” Buzzy heard.

From that moment forward, Buzzy wanted one thing and only one – to sleep on our bed. Here’s what happened.

Are you ready to rumble?

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Hurricanes are not as much fun as I thought they would be.

That is a real thought I had the day after a hurricane hit campus my freshman year of college. I had this thought while lying on my bed in 100 degrees and 100 percent humidity with no AC, no fans and the windows sealed shut. I lay motionless, not so much because there wasn’t anything to do (there wasn’t), but because my skin was stuck to the vinyl mattress. I had no sheets because they’d touched things no sheets should have to touch during the hurricane, I had no shirt because, again, it was 100 degrees, and I had no way to get rid of the sweat because the showers didn’t work.

My door opened. It was my cousin Tim. He looked just as gross as I felt.

“Do you want to go to Aunt Mamie…?”

“YES,” I said, already grabbing my laundry.

Our Aunt Mamie Lee lives six hours away from Pensacola in Marietta, Georgia. We packed everything into Tim’s car and took off. This was the first time I’d been off campus since the hurricane, so I didn’t realize how bad the damage was outside of my little bubble until that moment. Trees lay across roofs. Streets were still flooded. National Guard trucks going one way passed National Guard trucks going the other way. Gas stations were boarded up.

This last part turned out to be kind of a big deal. Tim’s car was at a quarter tank when we took off (He probably would have filled it up the day before the hurricane, but did you see the lines at the gas stations? No thank you.) Continue reading →

You may recall that I started this blog last year with a story about my first day of college when I threw up in front of a table full of girls. Now, let me share a story from my second week of college when an 800-pound air conditioner almost fell on my head.

The week I arrived at college in Pensacola, Florida, there was scuttlebutt about a hurricane in the Caribbean. And by “scuttlebutt,” I mean my mom calling me every day.

“You’ve heard about the hurricane?”

“Yes. Yesterday. From you.”

“Grandma says it’s supposed to be bad.”

“I think it’ll be fine.”

“She said you could go to Aunt Mamie Lee’s.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“At least buy batteries!”

“I don’t even think I have anything that uses batteries.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Buy the batteries.”

Throughout the week, people got more and more panicky about the potential hurricane. “Maybe we should buy batteries!” they started saying. The school, in turn, got more and more panicky about too many people getting panicky.

“Everything’s fine!” they would say. “This happens all the time! Look, this weather map doesn’t show the hurricane landing anywhere near here. Knowing hurricanes, it’ll probably go into the Atlantic and hit Canada instead! Hahaha! It’s a good thing you go to school in Florida and not Canada! Hahaha!” Continue reading →

Deserae and I get away to Chicago every year for Labor Day weekend to celebrate our anniversary, and every year we have a fantastic time because we do not visit the Sears Tower.*

*I know it’s the Willis Tower now, but I’m going to keep calling it the Sears Tower because it’s the Sears Tower.

I’ve never had anything against the Sears Tower, but I’ve already flown in an airplane, you know? I feel like I have a pretty good idea of what a city looks like from high up.

Anyways, it was 95 degrees in Chicago this past weekend, and if there’s one activity that Deserae has made quite clear that she does not enjoy, it is a full day of walking and sweating in the sun. So I bought a City Pass that gave us VIP admission to four air-conditioned museums and the Sears Tower during our trip.

If you’re thinking about buying a City Pass for your next trip to Chicago, allow me to review the activities:

Museum of Science and Industry: Fun
Adler Planetarium: Fun
Shedd Aquarium: Fun
Field Museum of Natural History: They have a T-Rex skeleton
Sears Tower: Nightmare Continue reading →

I feel like I can relate to Joseph’s brothers.

Joseph in the Bible was the perfect child. He knew it. His parents knew it. His brothers knew it. I can imagine the scene one morning where Joseph’s dad had just finished chewing out all the other brothers for leaving the door open all night, when Joseph comes whistling down the stairs to breakfast.

“Hey brothers.”

Silence.

“Oh I have to tell you about the craziest dream I had last night! So we’re in this field, and we each have sheaves of wheat, and…are you guys cold? It’s really cold in here. Did someone leave the door open again? Hang on.”

Silence. Joseph walks into the next room. The brothers hear, “Dad, did someone leave the door open all night?” Joseph returns bundled in his coat of many colors.

“Mmmmmm cozy. Anyways, all of your sheaves bow down to my sheaf! Crazy huh?! I wonder what it means!”

So you can understand why they would throw him into a pit. Was selling him into slavery a bit much? Well…maybe. But we all get carried away sometimes and Joseph seemed to do pretty well for himself after that, so all’s well that ends well.

Anyways, I feel like I can relate, because I have a Joseph in my own life.

Scott Joseph Brady. Continue reading →

We’ve spent plenty of time on this blog establishing how bad I am at sports. I’ve got a few small issues holding me back– I have the muscle mass of a fifth grader, for example, and my level of coordination suggests an inner ear issue – but I’ve spent my life expecting to turn the corner any day now because I’ve know I’ve got something that sets me apart from everyone else.

I am stubborn. The most stubborn.

This stubbornness has mostly worked against me throughout my life – like when I would choose World War III over eating a single lima bean as a child or refuse to make a Number Two the whole week of junior camp because I did not like the looks of the toilet – but I’ve always been convinced that my refusal to give up would bring success on the sports field where coaches keep saying words like “heart” and “hustle.”

I put this belief to the test in high school as a freshman soccer player during my greatest act of stubbornness when I ran for an hour on a broken leg.

It is important for you to understand a few things about this moment of heroism. It did not come during the playoffs. It did not come during a game when my team needed me most. It was practice. Also, just to be clear, my team absolutely did not need me. It actually kind of needed me to quit so they would have enough uniforms for everyone.

At the time, I didn’t realize that the only way I’d see playing time is if they changed the rules of soccer to allow 50 players on the field at the same time. By the end of August, I had deluded myself into thinking that I was juuuuust about to break out. All I had to do was show the coaches I had heart by finishing the Australian Mile. Continue reading →