Yesterday was a sad day for Minnesota. RIP Kirby Puckett. Kirby was one of my heroes growing up- I remember being allowed to stay up late to watch the 1987 World Series, and watching the 1991 World Series. I even still have all his baseball cards. So Kirby, wherever you are- touch em all, and thanks for bringing excitement and joy to this little girl's life.

I had my official going away party at the pool last night. I did not cry, which I'm pretty excited about. Bethmania and Super Sarah really know how to throw a party. Mmm, Buca. There was even a cake. Bethmania tells me I'm lucky it said "Good Luck", as the woman who wrote on the cake misunderstood what Bethmania wanted, and the cake almost said, "Get Lucky" Either way, I appreciate the sentiment. It was good to see everyone, and now I'm starting to get the feeling that I won't be seeing all of these people on a regular basis. It's a scary thought. Eek...why am I moving all the way across the country? One of my former co-workers, Pirate Greg, did tell me to make sure I didn't walk into the ocean. Best thing anyone said to me all night. I laughed, and then laughed some more.

Tonight I'm cooking dinner- chicken parmesan. It's idiot proof, which is good, because I think I qualify as an idiot in the kitchen. I've gotten the recipe from Miss School Teacher, so it's written in clear, simple instructions, that a fifth grader could follow.

I'm off to run some errands now, and to get more boxes.