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Jesse, SkooterPie and I are going to participate in that great American past-time of watching a baseball game on the Fourth of July. We'll be watching the Memphis Redbirds take on the Nashville Sounds. Baseball is not really my thing. I love AutoZone Park, and the barbecue nachos are worth the price of admission alone. But baseball is a tad boring to me. So I'm not really going for the game, or the food, really. I'm going because a friend of mine is being sworn in as an American citizen at the end of the game. She's from Israel and is very excited about taking her oath on the Fourth of July at a baseball game. Oh, and there will be fireworks too.

Weekend recap: I had a craving for Gus's Fried Chicken Friday night, so we drove Downtown for dinner. It turned out to be a stressful dinner because A) the place was packed and the kitchen seemed more interested in getting out the to-go orders before actually serving the people at tables, and B) we didn't know if we were going to make it home in my car. During the drive there, SkooterPie suddenly felt the power steering go out and my battery and brake indicator lights came on. After frantically thumbing through my manual, I read that this had something to do with my alternator. SkooterPie parked the car and popped the hood, and sure enough, the alternator belt had broken. I consulted with dad, who advised us to drive home with a close eye on the temperature guage and also to be aware that the battery could die on us at any moment. I called a friend during dinner and asked her to be on stand-by in case we needed to be rescued. But we made it home, and SkooterPie got up early Saturday morning to buy new belts and a new battery at AutoZone. He tinkered with my car for a couple of hours, and fixed it all by himself. Isn't he handy? My hero.

We didn't do much of anything else this weekend. It was too damn hot. I did the grocery/Target shopping Sunday and felt like I was going to pass out by the time I got home. I usually hate these huge over-air-conditioned stores, but this is the time of year when I relish that blast of cold air you get walking into a building. Within a few minutes, though, I'll be freezing again and will relish that blast of warm air from outside.

I need to do a post about one of Jesse's latest escapades at Lindenwood, but I need photos for illustration so all you readers out there will just have to wait.