Home ownership is a wonderful thing. I am sitting here, watching t.v. and staring at the wall, waiting for the A/C repairman to come. That's right. Its July. Its Houston. Just look at my little weather-slut (um, pixie, yeah..) in the bottom left hand corner of your screen and see that its so warm she's wearing a bikini to work. And, yesterday, the A/C couldn't get the house-temperature below 86. So, not only am I late for work, missing Russian class, but I'm also going to probably have to pay for the priveldge of what I'm doing right now.

Otherwise the weekend was pretty good: Friday I did nothing except watch The Patriot, read, work on my scrapbook (yes, my Europe scrapbook is now finished, a timely two years later), and see the fireworks. Saturday was another day of nothing similar to Friday. And finally, yesterday, I mowed the lawn (with Cari's help) and attempted to bore as hole in the mess that is the garage in order to keep our new sailboat. Hopefully I made enough room. If not, things will get interesting when we bring it home on Tuesday night.

And my grumble for today is Rice. After 8 a.m. classes being the bane of my existence in college, I only wish Rice would offer one. That way I could take two classes next semester. Rather than one. Which is what its looking like. Sigh. There's always a tradeoff between actually finishing my degree in a reasonable period of time and being absent from normal working hours.