Air Show This Weekend

This weekend might mean Mother’s Day to most people, but to fans of airplanes and the military, this weekend is Air Show Weekend.

Last year was the return of the annual airshows to this area. They had to stop for several years because of funding and sponsorship problems. But they worked it out and came back last year. It was a fantastic weekend, even though it rains for a short time in the middle of the show.

This weekend will be very much like last year’s except that the Blue Angels will be flying this year. That will be a real treat. I can’t wait to watch them.

Just the Sound Guy

sound guy

Found this poster on Facebook today. I think the person who made this up knows what he is talking about. The sound guy has a great job, but its not all glamour – it can be a lot of grunt work. Still, there’s no music without a sound guy who knows what he’s doing!

Thats Amore

Anybody remember that old Dean Martin song, “That’s Amore?” I don’t know if it was from a movie soundtrack, of from one of his stage shows – or maybe his TV show that he had for a year or two back in the 1960′s.

I know my mom was crazy in love with Dean Martin – she thought he was the sexiest man in the world. It pissed off my dad sometimes to her her swoon about Dean Martin, but its not like Dean was going to come here and snatch up my mom and run off with her.

Marble Cakes are so Pretty

So my little sister Felicia got a domestic bug and went nuts in the kitchen last night. She was baking cakes and making tea and frying up fish and all kinds of things like homemade french fries. I tell you, she can cook when she gets motivated. We just haven’t figured out exactly what it is that motivates her. My mom usually has to do all the cooking in that house and Felicia just flies around doing her own thing.

She made a marble cake and brought it over to my house this afternoon. When I got home there was a cake with chocolate icing on the kitchen table and no note. I was a little freaked out about who would have baked a cake and brought it over to my house and just left it there. Hell, if it was my ex she might have put rat poison in it. I was afraid to eat it!

But then Felicia called and told me that she made it for me. I cut into it and poured a tall glass of cold milk and it was really nice. Pretty, too.

Late Night Walk

Last night I couldn’t sleep, I got up, pulled on my jacket and took a walk around the neighborhood. It was interesting to see which of my neighbors leave lights one all night. Some have a totally dark house and others leave the porch light on.

I think I would be more inclined to like the people who leave the light on – it seems more hospitable. But then again, maybe they do it out of being paranoid and having safety concerns. I guess some people feel better about having lights on to deter criminals.

It’s logical to think that someone breaking into your house would prefer to do that in the dark instead of standing under a bright light. But then again, who is up and about at 3:00 to see who is breaking into houses? Except people like me who can’t sleep and happen to walking by. But I saw nothing suspicious and after about 20 minutes of fresh air, it suddenly hit me that I was very tired. I got home and fell out.