Today was that oh-so-rare and oh-so-special kind of day -- where Alane and I had the day off... but the boys didn't. Now that is a holiday I can get excited about. We went to the gym and played racquetball; we ate some lunch; we (separately) went shopping for a bunch of stuff we really do not need. Does it get better than that?

Alane went to get Cookie and Mojo from school, and worked it out so the girls from around the block came over to play for a little while. So even the boys had a good time this afternoon, with indoor games that quickly spilled out onto the back lawn. This is one of the last really nice days: sunny, warm, just right; at least we all got to enjoy it. Almost a perfect day, except for that really-really-painful bee-sting I got on my arm as I stood, an over-flowing Target-bag in hand, chatting with the neighbor on his back lawn. Poetic justice, perhaps, as I was just that moment commenting to the elderly Bronx-native about the early demise of his beloved Yankees.

In true Bronx style, if I find that bee, I'm gonna put 16 bullets into its head.

I emailed my Japanese friend and she said she thought you might be calling yourself "Mr. Testicles." Whether or not that was what you were going for that's funny!

Here's a group shot of some of the couples who are not celebrating golden anniversaries this month. What a crowd! I learned a lot this weekend -- about Alane's cousins, about tango-dancing, and about Broadway Joe's wardrobe (we hit the Rock Hall of Fame).

Best of all, I have bestowed upon myself a new title. It is meant to be spoken in Japanese, so here's my best shot at displaying it phonetically:

KIHN ta-MAH sama

Brandi will double-check me on this -- and maybe even prevail upon Kou to get us the kanji representation for this. After some quick-and-dirty internet research, I'm ready to make a high-risk, recklessly-presumptuous stab at how this might look:



Once Brandi/Kou sets me straight on the characters and syntax of the above, I'm ordering myself some new business cards!

Went to Joe and Jean's 50th wedding anniversary celebration tonight. Great party. Pictures to follow. For now, just enjoy this photo. At least no one was rolling film when Kou tried to show me how to tango. It didn't go well -- but was hysterical.

UPDATE: I'm still trying to organize the photos -- need to get a bunch up onto the blog in time for people to get home from this gala (come to think of it, the South Carolina contingent should be rolling into their driveways right about now...)

Hydrogen-powered car of the future. . . the exhaust? water.
Cookie, Mojo and Elexa may be driving these when they get their licenses!

Now this is how to celebrate an Airport Guy birthday -- with rocket-ships and ferris wheels and Aunt Christina shielding the children from the dreaded heat-pipe.

This clip has a cast of thousands... look closely and you might see yourself.

This time of year my normal activity is canning. This year I am not putting up tomatoes, corn, carrots or beans although I plan to dig sweet potatoes Saturday.

My thoughts are already turning towards Halloween and a new costume. In the past I have transformed in to a witch and a wizard to treat the little ghouls, goblins, monsters that have knocked on the door. Think think think Any suggestions?

Is there some sort of a cause-and-effect relationship leading from the manicure and pedicure to what looks like fully enjoying a birthday party? Maybe the mani and pedi are not all bad. I haven't tried it, so I'll neither support nor knock it.

I've been busy helping to write a new course for the part-time job during recent nights and weekends. When I'm done with that I'll be preparing to instruct for the Red Cross next week and the part-time job the following week.

It was 95 degres here this afternoon. When it is that hot you think about Italian Ices, not cappicola.

Quick, follow the link before the IP police make the video go away.

It was one of the first songs Cookie learned to sing... especially the "sing like monsters" part.

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