Don't wanna be an American Idiot...

Ah, what a day.

The sun is shining again, after three days of overcast skies and temperatures in the low 60's. (That's highly unusual in the beginning of August, even for Minnesota.) I wish it had rained. It was like a tease, all those grey clouds and not a drop of rain. The weather began on Monday, which coincided with the start of pre-season football. Fall and football go hand in hand for me, so it was nice. While I'm not the biggest fan, my husband is, and so the pigskin has a place in my life. I rather look forward to lazy Sundays and naps on the couch, falling asleep to Madden and Michaels' commentary.

Today is young Luke's last day here at work. (Warning: Luke's site hasn't got "jesusfreak" in the title for nothing. If you're not tolerant enough to handle it, don't follow the link.) He's off to college once again, pursuing the academic arts, or whatever. Nice kid. As a result, we had a potluck-type thing as a farewell. I learned that up here, goulash is called "hot dish", which doesn't really seem like a adequate name to me at all. There is a cheeseball in the breakroom across the hall from me, and I am continuously drawn to it. I love cheeseballs, after you pick off the nasty slivered almonds or whatever those nuts are. I would eat the whole thing if i did not think i would be the subject of office ridicule for days afterwards. Cheese. Man.

I know I say I love my job here a lot, but I really do. I love my job. It's super. Perfect. So don't hate me if I'm happy. But I'm busy a lot now, and that means I don't really know what's going on with some of you, and I wish I did. So fill me in, please?

I want my own house, I want my own house. I know I have to wait a while, can't go jumping off the deep end over it, but still.... I want my own house.

That's all. Go listen to some Frou Frou.