Well I've been doing a lot of stuff the last few weeks. 

Had a couple of semi-lucrative garage sales, put a hole in my head, and learned some new Spanish terms.

Yeah, Zachary and I were racing to the car and I didn't see the low-flying branch.  *THUNK*  You think my head looked bad, you should see the tree.  It's funny...the blood didn't start pouring out of my head until I pulled the piece of bark out.  So I've got blood running down my face and Zachary looks at me (insert beat of silence) and says matter-of-factly, "You're bleeding."  No stitches but I now have another hole in my head.

I've now know how to say "complete fucking moron" in Spanish.  It's "Ocho Cinco."  I'm sure it's old news now and I'm sure you've heard the story.  I just can't resist.  The fucklehead football player decided to legally change his name to his jersey number, which happens to be "85."  So now his last name, instead of being Smith or Jones or whatever the hell it was, is now "Ocho Cinco."  This bugs me for two reasons: 
    #1  It's just fucking stupid.
    #2  His number is "eighty-five" not "eight five."  So his name should be "ochenta y cinco."  Any good Spanish speaker will tell you that.

And, if you've made it this far here's a special treat.


Meet the latest addition to our gecko family: Lucky.  As in he's lucky to be alive.  I mean after the rest of the eggs "died" you know?  I think it's a boy but we'll find out later.

He's so small!!!!  We came home from work and found an empty egg in the upstairs tank.  After searching for him he was located hiding in the rock thing.