And so it is...

So, what is there to say?

Things have been rather uneventful as of late. Suzy and I made some pretty sweet shirts for each other representing Baby which are really cool, if I do say so myself. Suzy's got a picture of an alien-looking creature attached to an umbilical cord spray painted on her belly while Suzy made me a (albeit much more difficult) stencil of the right and wrong ways to exercise a kid. You can pretty much guess what it looks like but we may have some pics up for you all sometime. Edit: Suzy says that there are pics of her in her t-shirt so... maybe we'll get some of me sometime... maybe.

I've been helping my English teachers out with a program (for both the second graders and fourth or fifth graders) that they've been working on for school next year. Before Jesus fell, he was assigned the task of actually creating a program for the two teachers to use next year. Then, he was given a painful four month delay by el medico and the task was assigned to Judith who was unprepared, to say the least. So, I offered to help her out and create a cake of a story about a dog and cat on Old MacDonald's farm, followed by the English lyrics (they have the song in Spanish, too). Since then, I've helped with a bit of extracurricular editing and such. Cakework, really. Well, until the other day. Judith poured a gigantic package of material needing editing (I spent an hour during class and was just over halfway finished) as well as some translation work. The translation (into English) wasn't nearly as much... it will probably take less than an hour but during my last month or so here, I'm not sure I can muster up any motivation to get anything done. Really, this is way better than any university work, or even work work, but... you know?

And, lastly, I'm getting old. And I miss a good chiropractor. Last night, Suzy graciously spent a good half hour checking out youtube's do-it-yourself back breakage. I'm not sure if it's the bed, the standing a great deal during classes, or just my exercising catching up with me (although I am pretty rigid about form...) but I had apparently misplaced my T6-ish vertebrate as it must have been lodged somewhere between my left shoulder blade and its deltoid muscle. However, after a good romp thrusting and shoving a bit to loosen the body, a touch of whipping (and by "whipping," I mean a series of flying elbow drops from the top rope), and a light sleep, it seems to have gotten at least a little better. I might have to see the traumatologico soon as that is the closest thing to a chiropractor that we have here. Honestly, Dad, why didn't you warn me about all of this a long time ago?! Getting old...

Greg is outski