I got hit in the head with corned beef hash yesterday. I was heating up a can of Libby's Corn Beef Hash (gotta love hash) in a non-stick frying pan (with Teflon) on the stove (right front burner, one of the large ones - not the small). Becca comes into the kitchen and is trying to tell me something, so I squat down (funny word, squat) and while I'm about head-level with the stove, a rogue piece of hash pops out of the pan and hits me smack dab in the middle of my head. Crazy.

Earlier in the day, we went to Quest Diagnostics for some blood work, followed by Arlington Clinical, and Jeremy Palmer's wedding reception w/ IBC Root Beer. There are sure a lot of 'stans' on the map in the Middle East (e.g., Afghanistan, Turkmenistan, Pakistan, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, etc.) 'Stan' must mean something common to all their languages, something like "home" or "land"... Does anyone know?

Later in the day, a few folks met at a surprise birthday party for Matt Sadler and had some tasty treats and shared in some good company and hilarious stories. Matt got a GPS as one of his presents, which got us talking about 'geocaching'. I think we'll try to find a local geocache (sans the aide of GPS, of course [since we don't have one]) and see how it goes. All the coordinates, conversions, and mappings are available at geocaching.com, jeeep.com, and mapquest.com.