You call it corn, we call it . . .A"MAIZ"ING!

In a city like this where we actually have a corn water tower, you would expect to find the finest corn anywhere. Usually, it doesn't disappoint. Waiting all year for that 3-week span in August where ears of corn are coming out of our ears. It took a while this year, but I finally have eaten the perfect cob of corn. You can't really search for it, like the holy grail. It just has to happen. As in the past, it was a free cob, from "some farmer's field". Just that ripe perfection, juice squirting everywhere when you taste it--sweeter than candy. Ah, but perfection never lasts, and this will soon be gone, too. Til next summer!

Mama told me not to come. . .

No, this guy wasn't at the party, unless he got there after I left. It was a great time--a beautiful night, with everything perfectly in place. After a month or two of planning, the famous Jaime & Casey birthday party went off with only a few hitches, due probably to the excessive intake of alcoholic beverages by a few of the party guests, but it was definitely the most bustin' party yet. The cute luau theme worked to a tee, and everyone even dressed up this year--no one had to wear the coconut bra of shame. It was great to see old friends from the east coast, and always great to have the whole family get together with each other. You put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both up. . .

Do ya feel lucky, punk?

Yeah, you sounded like Dirty Harry just then. With everyone moaning about Steve Nash's haircut, I thought I would enter an opinion. Yeah, he kinda reminds me of Dirty Harry now. That floppy moptop that frankly needed some serious hair products is gone, and maybe now opponents will take him seriously. He looks like a serious contender, and more his age, 32. It's easier to see what a good-looking guy he is without all that stringy, goofy hair in the way. He's obviously ready to kick some butt and wants everyone to know.