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He fakes to the left. No -- he fakes to the right. He doesn't fake. He *thinks* about faking; he *pretends* to fake... I don't know where I am.

I'm left handed. Always have been. Well, actually, I guess not _always..._ When I was very young, I can remember being able to write with both hands. I guess I just gradually gravitaded towards my left. [shrug] The odd thing is that I write and I eat with my left hand; I do almost everything else right-handed. I throw right. I bat right. I golf right. I kick right. I have no explanation for this. Tracy and I were out to dinner the other night and I decided to eat my entire meal right-handed, just to see what it would be like (luckily, I had ribs, which didn't require a knife -- fork-able items included my salad and my side dishes). It was an odd experience. It wasn't so difficult, but I did feel weird about it. I had to constantly remind myself to put the fork back in my right hand, because it would magically appear in my left. I was a relief when dinner was over; all was right[left] with the world again.

We recently switched local/long distance phone plans at home to pay less per month, and we now have caller ID and call waiting. Only one of the phones in the house is caller-ID capable, though, which is kind of a bummer. Amusingly enough, our DirectTV receiver displays caller ID information on the TV when the phone rings. However, since we have Tivo, the information is rarely shown _when_ the phone is ringing. Frequently, it is shown anywhere from 5-30 minutes after the phone rang, at which point, Tracy and I will look at each other and say, "Oh yeah... your parents called about a half an hour ago." Sometimes it's days later when we actually see the Tivo-recorded DirectTV caller ID information, which makes it all the more amusing -- especially if the person hadn't left a message. :-)

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