Setting: Aiden in the bath before bed.
Aiden: You know those balls in my penis? They feel like grapes. I just don't know if they are testicles or grapes.
Me: Well, you probably don't want "to squish them just like grape."
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Blame It On Mexico
Just a couple of pictures while on the snorkling excursion..... Grace will add the story of the little black strap........This Could be Mitt's Downfall
ROMNEY'S "RAP" SHEET
Tue Dec 18, 2007 4:05pm CST
DES MOINES - In another searing twist to the already heated Republican primaries, an email message has mysteriously landed in the inboxes of several Iowa caucus members. The email message links former Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney and his religion to a relatively obscure song titled “Mormon Rap”.
According to the anonymous email, the song lays out some of the more “controversial and divisive doctrines of the Mormon church”, including that of “only watching the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on TV”, “Donny & Marie’s cult status”, and the usage of language “unbecoming of a President or a Christian” such as “flippin, fetchin, scrudllee-dee, yimminee Christmas, and fiddlee-dee.”
Among other things, the email questions Mitt Romney’s educational background: “[Mitt Romney] claims to have graduated cum laude from Harvard Law School. However, his affiliation with Mormon Rap suggests he and his religion don’t even know the meaning of the word obscene. Do you trust this man to tackle what has become the secular assault on the moral fabric of our country?”
These emails come on the heels of a similar public outreach effort with intent to draw attention to Romney’s faith. Back in November, anonymous phone surveys were conducted with questions aimed at the Mormon belief in God, gold plates and angels. This practice, known as push pulling, has been used to provide false or misleading information about a candidate under the guise of a political poll. The Nation Council on Public Polls considers this type of polling “thoroughly unethical.”
Fred Thompson and Rudy Guliani, both presidential hopefuls, had no comment concerning the story. On a campaign stop in Des Moines, Iowa frontrunner Mike Huckabee was also reluctant to comment on the latest negative campaign blitz: “Listen, I don’t have any comment about someone else’s religious music choices...But isn’t that the religion that says Jesus and the devil are 2nd cousins?”
Mitt Romney was unavailable for comment but the Romney campaign did release the following statement: “This is just another example of dirty politics. Mitt Romney has never been directly tied to Mormon Rap. While he may have heard the song a couple of times, Governor Romney does not fully endorse nor care about the doctrinal tenets spelled out in its lyrics. In fact, Governor Romney has not eaten green Jell-O salad with shredded carrots for over 12 years."
DES MOINES - In another searing twist to the already heated Republican primaries, an email message has mysteriously landed in the inboxes of several Iowa caucus members. The email message links former Massachusetts Governor Mitt Romney and his religion to a relatively obscure song titled “Mormon Rap”.
According to the anonymous email, the song lays out some of the more “controversial and divisive doctrines of the Mormon church”, including that of “only watching the Mormon Tabernacle Choir on TV”, “Donny & Marie’s cult status”, and the usage of language “unbecoming of a President or a Christian” such as “flippin, fetchin, scrudllee-dee, yimminee Christmas, and fiddlee-dee.”
Among other things, the email questions Mitt Romney’s educational background: “[Mitt Romney] claims to have graduated cum laude from Harvard Law School. However, his affiliation with Mormon Rap suggests he and his religion don’t even know the meaning of the word obscene. Do you trust this man to tackle what has become the secular assault on the moral fabric of our country?”
These emails come on the heels of a similar public outreach effort with intent to draw attention to Romney’s faith. Back in November, anonymous phone surveys were conducted with questions aimed at the Mormon belief in God, gold plates and angels. This practice, known as push pulling, has been used to provide false or misleading information about a candidate under the guise of a political poll. The Nation Council on Public Polls considers this type of polling “thoroughly unethical.”
Fred Thompson and Rudy Guliani, both presidential hopefuls, had no comment concerning the story. On a campaign stop in Des Moines, Iowa frontrunner Mike Huckabee was also reluctant to comment on the latest negative campaign blitz: “Listen, I don’t have any comment about someone else’s religious music choices...But isn’t that the religion that says Jesus and the devil are 2nd cousins?”
Mitt Romney was unavailable for comment but the Romney campaign did release the following statement: “This is just another example of dirty politics. Mitt Romney has never been directly tied to Mormon Rap. While he may have heard the song a couple of times, Governor Romney does not fully endorse nor care about the doctrinal tenets spelled out in its lyrics. In fact, Governor Romney has not eaten green Jell-O salad with shredded carrots for over 12 years."
Jell-O and carrot industry representatives were not immediately available for comment.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Sunday Morning Devotional (to male body parts)
Setting: Aiden in the bath getting ready for church.
Aiden: Kim, what are those little balls in my penis called?
Kim: They're called testicles.
Aiden (with all the sincere appreciation a boy of four can muster): I love my testicles.
Aiden: Kim, what are those little balls in my penis called?
Kim: They're called testicles.
Aiden (with all the sincere appreciation a boy of four can muster): I love my testicles.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Pride and Prejudice and the modern-day analogy
This'll be it. Then you won't hear from me for awhile. Promis. (I thought you Mayka might be interested, especially)
You may be wondering why I am spending time writing a note on Facebook when I have so much more to do; when there is a ten-hour project due on Wednesday and I have only spent two hours on it or I have 1/3 of my final on Thursday in Arabic and I have yet to study for it. Well, my annoyance towards the modern-day dating scheme and my interest in analyzing Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice" has led me to compose a small analysis of the two and why Jane Austen "nailed" the problem with dating.
I hear consistently that women are looking for the "Mr. Darcy" of their dreams. The composed, kind-hearted, handsome and mature man that they want to marry (never mind the fact that he is wealthier than anyone they've ever known). But why is it the case, then, that instead of falling for the Mr. Darcys, it is the Mr. Wickhams that entertain them the most. Even Elizabeth, the assumed protagonist and level-headed of the group fell for the slick, charming man-in-uniform and took his word immediately over Mr. Darcy, simply because he was the first to complain about his problems. His future is worthless (not b/c of his affiliation with the military, but just because the dude's got no life skills), his worthiness questionable, and any attempt to hold a meaningful conversation is halted by his inability to read and instead he uses his God-given gift of charm and persuasion to get him out of the awkward predicaments.
Now thank heavens, Elizabeth was able to get out of it as quick as she could. Her prejudice against the more subtle, behind-the-scenes Mr. Darcy could have led her to regret everything she said and did, and instead the super-annoying Lydia got what she wished: marriage and a lifetime of superficial conversation about her hair, his apparent good looks and (I mean, like, oh my gosh!), the gossip of the neighborhood. But this does lead me to another side of the story.
Jane Austen understood that both sexes have their faults. Though Mr. Darcy eventually fell in the love with the protagonist, his open pride and arrogance led him to believe Elizabeth below him IN LOOKS. Until he had the opportunity to speak with her, he was not in the least bit attracted to Elizabeth, which was indeed unfortunate. Which lead to the supposed problem with the males. Why is it that it is the Lydias of the world that men are attracted to, when their looks only go for the first couple "chapters of life" before you just get very (and I mean VERY) annoyed with them, and can't stand their ignorance, narrow-mindedness and immense amount of short-comings in their personality? Though men may idealy want the Elizabeths, it is the Lydias, the educational and moral inferiors that they tend to go for. I mean who wants to date, marry or even know a girl that can actually challenge you in how you think, right? I mean, heaven forbid that there might be an accomplished woman sharing discussion with you! Whose life isn't to get married but to live a full and intellectual enlightening life, whether she is or isn't married. Though the story ends before we get to see Mr. Wickham leave Lydia for another girl and despite all this still hearing Lydia brag about her being the first one to be married off, we do get to see Mr. and Mrs. Bennet; a classic example of a good man who really screwed himself over.
It is no wonder that Jane Austen never married. I might just follow her path, seeing as how things are going. Dating life is too damn complicated. I love Elder Oaks to death and writing this will no doubt keep me out of becoming a GA (too bad!), but to say a date is no big deal is about as valid as some church doctrine taught in Latin American Sunday schools. What you do, what you say, how you say it; whether or not you cleared your throat at the improper time...for some unknown reason, all of these things seem to say things that the doer never meant to say or even imply. I abide by what Hitch said in the movie, that you can't just go up to some girl and say, "I like you". You have to jump through tricks worse than what you see on the SAW movies (though I've never seen them) in order to send some sort of distorted, half-truth of a message implying that you "might be interested". For this reason, Jane Austen is my hero; that she was able to grasp this idea and write about the ridiculousness of it all.
But anyway, now that I have that off my chest, I can start studying. Have a good one.
Trevor Tustison
(By the way, in no way is this an official paper. I just wrote it fairly quickly, so any grammatical errors or anything is just a victim of the quickness in which I wrote it.)
You may be wondering why I am spending time writing a note on Facebook when I have so much more to do; when there is a ten-hour project due on Wednesday and I have only spent two hours on it or I have 1/3 of my final on Thursday in Arabic and I have yet to study for it. Well, my annoyance towards the modern-day dating scheme and my interest in analyzing Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice" has led me to compose a small analysis of the two and why Jane Austen "nailed" the problem with dating.
I hear consistently that women are looking for the "Mr. Darcy" of their dreams. The composed, kind-hearted, handsome and mature man that they want to marry (never mind the fact that he is wealthier than anyone they've ever known). But why is it the case, then, that instead of falling for the Mr. Darcys, it is the Mr. Wickhams that entertain them the most. Even Elizabeth, the assumed protagonist and level-headed of the group fell for the slick, charming man-in-uniform and took his word immediately over Mr. Darcy, simply because he was the first to complain about his problems. His future is worthless (not b/c of his affiliation with the military, but just because the dude's got no life skills), his worthiness questionable, and any attempt to hold a meaningful conversation is halted by his inability to read and instead he uses his God-given gift of charm and persuasion to get him out of the awkward predicaments.
Now thank heavens, Elizabeth was able to get out of it as quick as she could. Her prejudice against the more subtle, behind-the-scenes Mr. Darcy could have led her to regret everything she said and did, and instead the super-annoying Lydia got what she wished: marriage and a lifetime of superficial conversation about her hair, his apparent good looks and (I mean, like, oh my gosh!), the gossip of the neighborhood. But this does lead me to another side of the story.
Jane Austen understood that both sexes have their faults. Though Mr. Darcy eventually fell in the love with the protagonist, his open pride and arrogance led him to believe Elizabeth below him IN LOOKS. Until he had the opportunity to speak with her, he was not in the least bit attracted to Elizabeth, which was indeed unfortunate. Which lead to the supposed problem with the males. Why is it that it is the Lydias of the world that men are attracted to, when their looks only go for the first couple "chapters of life" before you just get very (and I mean VERY) annoyed with them, and can't stand their ignorance, narrow-mindedness and immense amount of short-comings in their personality? Though men may idealy want the Elizabeths, it is the Lydias, the educational and moral inferiors that they tend to go for. I mean who wants to date, marry or even know a girl that can actually challenge you in how you think, right? I mean, heaven forbid that there might be an accomplished woman sharing discussion with you! Whose life isn't to get married but to live a full and intellectual enlightening life, whether she is or isn't married. Though the story ends before we get to see Mr. Wickham leave Lydia for another girl and despite all this still hearing Lydia brag about her being the first one to be married off, we do get to see Mr. and Mrs. Bennet; a classic example of a good man who really screwed himself over.
It is no wonder that Jane Austen never married. I might just follow her path, seeing as how things are going. Dating life is too damn complicated. I love Elder Oaks to death and writing this will no doubt keep me out of becoming a GA (too bad!), but to say a date is no big deal is about as valid as some church doctrine taught in Latin American Sunday schools. What you do, what you say, how you say it; whether or not you cleared your throat at the improper time...for some unknown reason, all of these things seem to say things that the doer never meant to say or even imply. I abide by what Hitch said in the movie, that you can't just go up to some girl and say, "I like you". You have to jump through tricks worse than what you see on the SAW movies (though I've never seen them) in order to send some sort of distorted, half-truth of a message implying that you "might be interested". For this reason, Jane Austen is my hero; that she was able to grasp this idea and write about the ridiculousness of it all.
But anyway, now that I have that off my chest, I can start studying. Have a good one.
Trevor Tustison
(By the way, in no way is this an official paper. I just wrote it fairly quickly, so any grammatical errors or anything is just a victim of the quickness in which I wrote it.)
Friday, December 07, 2007
Nothing exciting here, just kind of a good story
I thought I’d just share something kind of cool that happened to me while I was in
Well, after a tearful goodbye from Nick and Kim, I was dropped off at the airport, and continued through the security checkpoints and the whole she-bang. I got to my gate with about 45 minutes to boarding, and after finding out that in order to use the airport internet, I had to pay a fee of about 7.00, I decided to forget about it and sleep. I was still recovering from the time change from
I don’t know how long I was there, but I woke up to someone jostling me awake. The man that woke me up wasn’t a worker there, but asked me if I was supposed to get on flight to SLC (I was sitting right outside the gate). He then told me they were already boarding.
Well the flight left at 5:10 and he woke me up between 4:50 and 5:00. I was about the 5th to last person to board the plane and had he not woken me up, would’ve had to stay with Nick and Kim for a little bit more time. The man probably saw me with the BYU beanie right outside the SLC gate and put two and two together. I just thought I’d share this story. To say the least, I was extremely grateful for the good samaritan. Don’t really remember what he looked like (because I just woke up from a coma, and was really disoriented) but was happy for his help. There ya go.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Two-Faced-Book.com
So sorry to hijack Mom's post, but we decided to check out Facebook.com to see how many of our family members were signed up. Well, we saw Trevor's profile, Kim's profile, Nick's profile, and Chad's profile.
But one thing we're kind of confused about is why Jen has two profiles on there.
The picture above showed up under the name Jennifer Tustison, as did the picture below.
Can anybody shed any light on this?
But one thing we're kind of confused about is why Jen has two profiles on there.
The picture above showed up under the name Jennifer Tustison, as did the picture below.
Can anybody shed any light on this?
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Progenitor
Well, that explains a lot. I have the answer to many of your questions regarding which side of the family certain characteristics have sprung from. I learned something this weekend that has set me free and I wish to impart that to you.
Aunt Elaine has been really involved in geneology of late. She informed me that my 28th great grandmother is no other than...........LADY GODIVA!!!!
Aunt Elaine has been really involved in geneology of late. She informed me that my 28th great grandmother is no other than...........LADY GODIVA!!!!
Monday, November 26, 2007
One semester of spanish love song
I know I'm cutting in on Chad's blog, but looking at my record, no one'll take a second glance at mine. So, Chad, you're in the clear.
Just wanted to show this video. Would my dating life reach a new low if I did this on a date?
Just wanted to show this video. Would my dating life reach a new low if I did this on a date?
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Rise all loyal cougars.........
With the big sports weekend we’ve had, I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to make mention of them, especially since I saw both on TV.
Two big games on Saturday, BYU vs. Utah football game and BYU basketball vs. #1 North Carolina. I am also first in my work fantasy football league in case you're keeping track at home. The BYU football team won a close one against Utah that rivaled last year’s comeback. Most of you probably watched it or listened to it. However, some of you may have missed the basketball game since it was later, so I am offering my ramblings whether you like it or not.
By the way, this is specifically for Mom since she probably didn’t watch the game because she was either: 1) busy celebrating the BYU/Yewtah game with Mary Juana 2) curled up nervously in the shed, or 3) taking the beach cruiser around the block.
So for Mom’s benefit and anyone else’s, I wrote down some observations during the game.
Before I get to the bball game, I feel the need to get something off my chest, especially considering the end of the Louisville/BYU game on Friday that I watched on byutv.org. Can someone please explain to me why BYU fans were chanting "overrated" at the end of the game? Do fans not realize that when they chant overrated to the team they just beat, they are actually saying that their team isn't really all that good to beat a legitimately ranked 6th team in the nation. Do fans not realize that they are actually belittling their team's win by chanting overrated? There has to be some rationale that maybe I'm not seeing. Please enlighten me. Anyway, onto the ramblings....
* Pregame – alright, we’ve got Dick Vitale and Pat Shulman announcing the game tonight. Just heard the over/under for the number of times Dickie V mentions Tyler Hansbourogh as player of the year - 83. Take the over.
* There’s more energy in the building than Al Gore’s guest house. (no offense Nick)
* I feel like I’m watching Glory Road, except the opposite.
* Only five minutes in and Vitale mentions the “maturity” of the basketball team. Apparently 4 players are married, 7 are great uncles, and 2 of them are grandfathers. During the game I counted at least 5 references to their “maturity” including a graphic with their ages. According to a sideline reporter, Tavernari is bald because he just turned 43 last week.
* Dick Vitale can’t say enough about Duke and North Carolina. On a related note, Notre Dame is rumored to be ranked in the top 15 in next year’s preseason football poll. The more things change…
* Does Tyler Hansborough ever close his mouth? No, seriously. That dude has got to have major cottonmouth in the morning… or evening…or whenever.
* How many times do we have to show Plaisted’s wife in the stands? Apparently the answer from ESPN2 is 27.
* I never thought I’d ever want to pour boiling Jalepeno juice in my eyes every five minutes. Thank you VW “sign and drive” commercial.
* Has Dick Vitale ever seen a college player he didn’t like? Only 5 minutes in the second half and he mentions “next level” and “Plaisted” in the same sentence. Let’s not get crazy now. At this point, he’s a homeless man’s Raef LaFrentz. Good, but needs more than the “drop-step-lean” and the “eyes-closed mini hook.” Of course, if he had the turn-around fader like you-know-who, he’d be top 5 pick. It’s a good thing Plaisted is 38 years old and is mature enough for the rigors of the NBA.
* SAT sample question:
Nowitzki is to the NBA as __________ is to the NCAA.
Hint: starts with “T” ends in “avernari” (not always a good thing)
* Can someone please get Dickie V. a throat lozenge? No, seriously.
* I still don’t know about Cummard. Is it just me or does he look like Lance Armstrong’s malnourished younger brother?
* In case you missed it the first 12 times they announced it: BYU is old.
Overall, great game by the Cougars. It’s unfortunate that we didn’t score a field goal in the last 6 minutes or so. I like our chances in the Mountain West this year and dare I say it, we might actually win a major tournament game this year. Go Cougars.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Ok-Here are some pictures of the beach house. There were too many to send over email. Plus, this gets rid of the poo pictures when you bring up the blog. No offense for those who enjoyed that one. I know most of you don't care, but here is some more info on the house. It has 3 levels. The top story is the master bedroom/bath. The main level houses the living room, kitchen, 3 bedrooms and 1 1/2 baths. The bottom level has a laundry room and another bedroom.
the family room/dining room-notice the bar behind the couch for our Dr. Pepper.
The Kitchen
Room with King bed/connected bathroom with other bedroom. I'm thinking Kim and Nick's room. 
Bedroom with King Bed. I'm thinking Chad and Jenn's room
Room with 4 single bunkbeds and Queen bed with connecting bathroom. I'm thinking Clint and Mayka's room.
Upstairs Hall leading to Master Bedroom-the railing looks over the family room
Master bedroom. King bed and Single Bed. Mom and Dads room with aiden probably sleeping in the single bed. I didint fit in a picture of the Master bath but it's pretty big with a shower, jaquizzi tub and double sinks.
Master bedroom looking out towards the balcony
Downstairs bedroom. Queen size bunk beds. I'm thinking Mike and I's room.
Laundry Room-the door there leads to under the house where we can park our cars
Now for the outside view.
Looking at the house from the beach.
This is the view from the master bedroom balcony.
This is on the main balcondy outside the family room and kitchen-notice the porch swing.
this is the barbecue under the houseWell I hope everybody is as excited as I am. If you have any complaints about the place, keep them to yourself, since the deposit has already been made. Yea Tustifiesta!!
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Dude, can you score me some Leroy Jenkems?
You know some winnie, butthash, fruit from the crack, some good ol' Mary Bu? (FYI: I made up that last one.)
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Birthday Boy
Oliver turned 2 just a little bit ago, and we were able to find this big-wheel for him. He loves it. We also got him some new shoes from the Vans Outlet.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
transformers
Dad and I watched the movie, "Transformers" the other night. Cool movie, by the way. Thanks, Trevor for the recommendation. Anyway, the names of the transformers, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Bumblebee, (I can't remember the other names) sounded vaguely familiar. Did you guys have those particular ones? And what is the difference between gobots and autobots? Just asking.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Faulty Tustison Gene
Hello everyone, it's me Mayka.
So yes this is my first created blog, though I signed in as Clint. But really this is the first time I have felt so strongly about a characteristic/habit that seems to run in the male side of the family. Jim you will have to tell me if you know of it running in the family that predates you. Let me tell you all about it and how I came to discover such a defect, and I'm not talking about the myth that Tustison men don't need deoterant.
So two nights ago Clint and I were doing our nightly check on the boys before going to bed and we found Riley in his bed with no clothes on, yes he was almost entirely BUCK....now I say almost because his tighties were on but somehow they managed to be around his waist, in other words he had put his whole body through one of the legs and was wearing it around his waist. Did I mention that his PJ's were nowhere to be found, so after a long search we finally found the top in the hanging toy basket and the bottoms in another basket. After trying not to give him a rug burn from trying to yank his underbelt off, we finally got him redressed. It was clear that he had been sleep walking, now I've heard of people doing weird things in their sleep, you know like peeing, leaving their dorm, throwing their journal in the outside garbage, falling alseep in the closet...did I mention peeing? My fisrt though was to look for the "wee", luckily I didn't find any. Last night however when I was doing the nightly check I noticed that the room had a funny smell. I figured that Rhys had really saturated his diaper. This morning while picking up I could smell it a bit stronger and my saggy joe bottoms little boy wasn't in the room......so what else could I do as the wife of a stealth ninja by profession, I went on a search. Let me tell you of the result which is what lead me to my faulty Tustison gene......sure enough I was right, PEE. It wasn't on the carpet,....no it was all over the toys... to be specific the Miscellanous Toy bucket had a puddle at the bottom and somehow the cement truck had pee inside the actual truck....i want you to know I bent my nail back trying to take the thing apart to get the pee out....all the while I was cursing someone (to protect the not so innocent we will call this person Fad!!!!!) Somehow I know that this is linked to him, the only explanation is that it must be in the genes.....and since no one in the Berrio side of the family has these sorts of problems I can very scientifically link my findings to the other side of the family! I know that some of you may be shocked, though Riley doesn't believe he peed in the toys, the tens of thousands of toys sitting in my shower is the evidence.
So yes this is my first created blog, though I signed in as Clint. But really this is the first time I have felt so strongly about a characteristic/habit that seems to run in the male side of the family. Jim you will have to tell me if you know of it running in the family that predates you. Let me tell you all about it and how I came to discover such a defect, and I'm not talking about the myth that Tustison men don't need deoterant.
So two nights ago Clint and I were doing our nightly check on the boys before going to bed and we found Riley in his bed with no clothes on, yes he was almost entirely BUCK....now I say almost because his tighties were on but somehow they managed to be around his waist, in other words he had put his whole body through one of the legs and was wearing it around his waist. Did I mention that his PJ's were nowhere to be found, so after a long search we finally found the top in the hanging toy basket and the bottoms in another basket. After trying not to give him a rug burn from trying to yank his underbelt off, we finally got him redressed. It was clear that he had been sleep walking, now I've heard of people doing weird things in their sleep, you know like peeing, leaving their dorm, throwing their journal in the outside garbage, falling alseep in the closet...did I mention peeing? My fisrt though was to look for the "wee", luckily I didn't find any. Last night however when I was doing the nightly check I noticed that the room had a funny smell. I figured that Rhys had really saturated his diaper. This morning while picking up I could smell it a bit stronger and my saggy joe bottoms little boy wasn't in the room......so what else could I do as the wife of a stealth ninja by profession, I went on a search. Let me tell you of the result which is what lead me to my faulty Tustison gene......sure enough I was right, PEE. It wasn't on the carpet,....no it was all over the toys... to be specific the Miscellanous Toy bucket had a puddle at the bottom and somehow the cement truck had pee inside the actual truck....i want you to know I bent my nail back trying to take the thing apart to get the pee out....all the while I was cursing someone (to protect the not so innocent we will call this person Fad!!!!!) Somehow I know that this is linked to him, the only explanation is that it must be in the genes.....and since no one in the Berrio side of the family has these sorts of problems I can very scientifically link my findings to the other side of the family! I know that some of you may be shocked, though Riley doesn't believe he peed in the toys, the tens of thousands of toys sitting in my shower is the evidence.
Friday, October 12, 2007
"Okay, Let's Begin With The Frug."
Ask Kim and she'll tell you that my music-listening habits are incredibly irritating. Not only do I listen to the same group to the point of over-saturation but the disparity in genre is quite distracting (for example I'll go from Tool to Phil Collins then to Bad Religion and then to Abba). Anyway, I've been enjoying Jenny Lewis' recent album who is the lead singer from Rilo Kiley. She sings an enjoyable ditty with the rest of Rilo Kiley called The Frug which you can see here (except for Trevor---sorry).
If it weren't for Samantha's obsession with a particular movie, I would have no idea what the Frug is. However, does anybody recognize the lead singer? Although Samantha probably doesn't need it, I'm embedding a clip which should spark recollection. The portion starting at the 2 minute mark should be especially helpful,as well as nostalgic but perhaps we can cajole Samantha and Mom into demonstrating the Freddy for us at Tustifiesta 2008.
Dude, it's Hannah Nefler. I was completely surprised.
If it weren't for Samantha's obsession with a particular movie, I would have no idea what the Frug is. However, does anybody recognize the lead singer? Although Samantha probably doesn't need it, I'm embedding a clip which should spark recollection. The portion starting at the 2 minute mark should be especially helpful,as well as nostalgic but perhaps we can cajole Samantha and Mom into demonstrating the Freddy for us at Tustifiesta 2008.
Dude, it's Hannah Nefler. I was completely surprised.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Tustison Humor
Can I get an amen somewhere? Nick has really been on a Tustison humor streak this week that has prompted me to question whether it is a seasonal outbreak or if Nick is an isolated case. I'll give you a couple examples, and then perhaps you can let me know if this behavior is a bit odd. (Sorry to preempt the Saw IV promo, Nick.)
Tuesday we had reservations at a nice restaurant with two other couples. My classes ran a little late, so I rode the subway with one of the other people who was also working in the city a little late that day. Nick was going to drive from our house to the end of the subway line and park after he droppedAiden off with the babysitter, and then ride in. When I got to the restaurant, I called Nick to see where he was in his travels, and he said he was waiting to get on the subway. Though I figured he should have been about ten minutes ahead of where he was, I knew there was still enough time for him to get to the restaurant, so I blew it off. We talked for a minute more, and then he said, "Just kidding, I'm already on the train and about a third of the way there." Completely perplexed as to what would compel a man to just blatantly lie like that, I asked my friend if that was funny. We completely agreed that it wasn't. Today, we were going to eat dinner with the same group of friends, and the one cooking dinner called Nick and asked him to bring our potato masher so she could finish the re-fried beans. When we got there, she asked for, and since Nick forgot, he drove the 6/10 of a mile back to get it. When he came in the second time, he handed over a whisk. My friend and I looked at each other, then Nick, and let him know that wasn't a potato masher. He acted all bummed out, and then pulled the potato masher out of his back pocket and started cackling (oh, he says he doesn't cackle, but he does). So, again, we had the "is that funny" debate and came to the same conclusion. So, my question for all of you is whether that is funny or just pathological lying? Has anyone else witnessed a recent outbreak ofTustison Humor? Actually, is that even Tustison Humor, or has Nick been away from the family for too long?
Tuesday we had reservations at a nice restaurant with two other couples. My classes ran a little late, so I rode the subway with one of the other people who was also working in the city a little late that day. Nick was going to drive from our house to the end of the subway line and park after he droppedAiden off with the babysitter, and then ride in. When I got to the restaurant, I called Nick to see where he was in his travels, and he said he was waiting to get on the subway. Though I figured he should have been about ten minutes ahead of where he was, I knew there was still enough time for him to get to the restaurant, so I blew it off. We talked for a minute more, and then he said, "Just kidding, I'm already on the train and about a third of the way there." Completely perplexed as to what would compel a man to just blatantly lie like that, I asked my friend if that was funny. We completely agreed that it wasn't. Today, we were going to eat dinner with the same group of friends, and the one cooking dinner called Nick and asked him to bring our potato masher so she could finish the re-fried beans. When we got there, she asked for, and since Nick forgot, he drove the 6/10 of a mile back to get it. When he came in the second time, he handed over a whisk. My friend and I looked at each other, then Nick, and let him know that wasn't a potato masher. He acted all bummed out, and then pulled the potato masher out of his back pocket and started cackling (oh, he says he doesn't cackle, but he does). So, again, we had the "is that funny" debate and came to the same conclusion. So, my question for all of you is whether that is funny or just pathological lying? Has anyone else witnessed a recent outbreak ofTustison Humor? Actually, is that even Tustison Humor, or has Nick been away from the family for too long?
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Only the Biggest Announcement Ever!
http://www.saw4.comI apologize for preempting Chad's riveting narrative with Mom's unusually risque contributions. (Just kidding, but just think of what you can tell your book club as your reviewing another Nicholas Spark's book. Oh yeah, sorry for the additional comment but that reminds me---you and your book club should read No Retreat, No Surrender by Tom DeLay. Sweet title, huh? I haven't read it but I'm sure Chad has. You should ask him about it.) Anyway, folks, the big news is that the Saw series has a fourth forthcoming installment and I would be remiss if I did not inform my loved ones. Oh yeah, baby, we are soon to be treated with ethical considerations rivaling that of Nietzsche's Zarathustra and philosophical meanderings worthy of Plato all wrapped up in the twisted machinations of a deranged genius. In theatres October 26.
Disclaimer: I did not include the youtube link to the trailer for those with greater sensitivities but those who appreciate the imagery we have come to expect from Jigsaw (I'm talking about you, Mayka) email me and I'll send you the link.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Two quick stories from the land of little people (PC?)
So it was little embarrasing in church the other day. We were in sharing time and the 2nd counselor in the primary presidency was telling the story about Nephi’s broken bow. I thought I knew the story pretty well considering that I’ve read 1st Nephi about 827 times.
Well, one of my seven sunbeams was called up to hold a picture in front of the class and was also asked a question. I get nervous when the presenters ask questions because many times, I have no clue what the answer, especially when it comes to “Name that Tune.” Because I was helping another child in my class tie his shoes, I barely caught the question which was something like, “who did Nephi ask to find out where to hunt... and if you don’t know, I’m sure your teacher knows.” Well, in my woolgathering and distracted state, I leaned over and whispered to him, “Heavenly Father.” Well, that was completely the wrong answer and I don’t even know why I said it (it’s Lehi for those of you in a woolgathering and distracted state). I quickly went back to acting distracted.
Needless to say, they don’t ask my kids questions anymore.
A funny story that happened in my sunbeam class on the same day occurred as I was wrapping up my lesson. We were playing with very pale orange-ish play-doh that Jenn made the night before. They love play-doh and it makes frequent appearences to calm their craziness – a cheap opiate if you will.
Anyway, one of the kids is the child of the person with whom I home teach (he’s the senior companion) – very proper and by the book, calling to see what day I have scheduled appointments for...two months in advance. Anyway, his kid comes over to me, holds up his carrot-looking play-doh shape and says in a loud kid voice, “Look, it’s a penis”. Note that I always leave the door open in this high traffic area and was quick to point out that no, it was a carrot, and “we should all eat our vegetables and grow big and strong, etc.” He wouldn’t have that – he kept repeating that, indeed, it was penis. I quickly put up the play doh, and vowed to never use a pale orange color again.
Well, one of my seven sunbeams was called up to hold a picture in front of the class and was also asked a question. I get nervous when the presenters ask questions because many times, I have no clue what the answer, especially when it comes to “Name that Tune.” Because I was helping another child in my class tie his shoes, I barely caught the question which was something like, “who did Nephi ask to find out where to hunt... and if you don’t know, I’m sure your teacher knows.” Well, in my woolgathering and distracted state, I leaned over and whispered to him, “Heavenly Father.” Well, that was completely the wrong answer and I don’t even know why I said it (it’s Lehi for those of you in a woolgathering and distracted state). I quickly went back to acting distracted.
Needless to say, they don’t ask my kids questions anymore.
A funny story that happened in my sunbeam class on the same day occurred as I was wrapping up my lesson. We were playing with very pale orange-ish play-doh that Jenn made the night before. They love play-doh and it makes frequent appearences to calm their craziness – a cheap opiate if you will.
Anyway, one of the kids is the child of the person with whom I home teach (he’s the senior companion) – very proper and by the book, calling to see what day I have scheduled appointments for...two months in advance. Anyway, his kid comes over to me, holds up his carrot-looking play-doh shape and says in a loud kid voice, “Look, it’s a penis”. Note that I always leave the door open in this high traffic area and was quick to point out that no, it was a carrot, and “we should all eat our vegetables and grow big and strong, etc.” He wouldn’t have that – he kept repeating that, indeed, it was penis. I quickly put up the play doh, and vowed to never use a pale orange color again.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Your dreams are being fulfilled through me!
Well, tickets are now on sale to see Vanilla Ice and I am going. It will be a huge setback to my bank account (costs 7.50) but I'll make the trek.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Thursday, September 06, 2007
I Beg Of You!!!!
Somebody, please, post something on the blog so that we don't have to look at my face aniymore. I'll give you a dollar.
Thanks
Thanks
Friday, August 17, 2007
Before and After
I thought you would like to see some pictures of mom we just got from the doctor. Excuse the line in the middle, that is wher the paper was folded.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Request for input
OK, so I'm super excited for the trip next spring to South Padre and while I'll save my comments and recommendations for Samantha (like a need for a place to surf and skate), I do feel there is something that needs to be brought up before things progress too quickly. (Also, this might help alleviate Nick's worries about choosing the spot the next time.)
So I'll get straight to the point... Can we please call it something other than "reunion"?
Every time I hear the word "reunion", I'm reminded of going up to some canyon and either being forced to eat egg salad sandwiches, trying to avoid the wrath of some aunt on a rampage, or being reminded about how bad of dancers we are compared to some others in the family.
While I enjoy these memories, I think we need to change the name. So this blog is an open invitation to everyone to come up with a new name for these family vacations (i.e., Tustfest '07, or something better). We might not be able to have Mike's reunion jokes, but at least we would have better t-shirts than previous reunions.
So I'll get straight to the point... Can we please call it something other than "reunion"?
Every time I hear the word "reunion", I'm reminded of going up to some canyon and either being forced to eat egg salad sandwiches, trying to avoid the wrath of some aunt on a rampage, or being reminded about how bad of dancers we are compared to some others in the family.
While I enjoy these memories, I think we need to change the name. So this blog is an open invitation to everyone to come up with a new name for these family vacations (i.e., Tustfest '07, or something better). We might not be able to have Mike's reunion jokes, but at least we would have better t-shirts than previous reunions.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Tustison Reunion a.k.a. Spring Fling
As all of you are aware, Dad and I would like to start a Tustison Reunion - the first to be held sometime next Spring. I know it is a little early, but we thought we would at least lock in a place and a time. It would be for a week. We can work out the details later. We have asked Samantha to check out places and find the best time. (with Mike as her assistant.) So having said that, please let Samantha know of your ideas, concerns, availability and any other things re: time and place. We hope to get everyone there if possible. We are excited about this - and hope you share the same excitement.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
interesting read
I know it's already a couple of months old and some of you have probably read it but I found the question and answer session fairly interesting.
It's a little long--about three bathroom trips worth.
pewforum.org
It's a little long--about three bathroom trips worth.
pewforum.org
Sunday, July 29, 2007
I've Diet & Gone to Heaven
**Harry Potter Spoiler Alert**
Can you believe Hermione makes out with Malfoy’s cousin and that Voldermort is really Dumbledorf’s half brother?!?!?!?!
Anyway, I was going to wait for a special occasion to let everyone know the biggest news out of our home here in San Antonio (and no, I’m not pregnant), but I can’t hold it back anymore. To be honest, I have been meaning to let everyone know but I was afraid of the possible backlash. I knew Mom and Dad would be okay with it since they made the switch many years ago, but the rest of you, well, I was feeling like I might be shunned…..Anyway, here’s the news:
I’ve switched to Diet Soda.
I know, I know, I can’t believe it either. And I know what you’re thinking: “How could he do this? He always said he would never switch? I don’t even know him anymore.” Well, before you call A & E, let me give you 4 reasons in my top 100 reasons why I did this:
Note: The switch to diet soda will now be referred to as “The Switch”
Reason #73: If you’ve lost count, I am turning 29 this December. I’m not as young as I used to be. I have worse knees than “Bad Knees,” I have bursitis in my right hip and left shoulder, and my scoliosis doubles as a party tray on the weekends. The regular soda, loaded with sugar probably doesn’t help. The diet probably doesn’t help either but it sure makes me feel better. That’s like when people say money can’t buy happiness. Well, it can sure make sadness a lot more bearable.
Reason #58: Limits. Barriers. Quotas. This is what I had before I started drinking Diet. Before The Switch, I put a self-imposed limit of one soda per day at the most to feel and look somewhat healthy. Can you imagine?!?! I know, impossible, right. Some days there were not enough drops to savor. Of course, I soon found ways to get around the one-can rule. I would let Jenn have a sip and convince myself that she drank at least half of it. I would remember a day two weeks prior when I didn’t have a drink and felt obligated to make up for that day. I developed a selective memory, quickly forgetting a drink I had 20 minutes prior. Now….I can take down 24 ounces during the opening credits of Man vs. Wild (great show by the way). Another thing with The Switch is that I don’t feel like I have to drink as much to be satisfied.
Reason #51: The Texas-Mexico border has the highest rates of Diabetes in the world, about 13%. Regular soda, combined with Rudy’s barbeque (not barbecoa), the greasiest “white people” Mexican food in the world and the new p’zone from Pizza Hut probably isn’t the best way to fight the epidemic. Did anyone say, “Top Ten Fattest City in the U.S?” It’s not uncommon to see on the street a baby being fed a bottle full of Big Red Soda (cross between fruit punch and cream soda). Normally you wouldn’t know it’s Big Red if it weren’t for the Mother carrying a liter under each armpit.
Reason #39: Like many of you, I remember those days watching Clint or Nick playing little league, Mom coming home from work, or times when we’d be choking on Taco Soup. All three of these things have one thing in common: Mom holding a Diet Coke. Each of us, at one time or another, fell into the trap of sipping from that lipstick laden straw, convincing ourselves that it would taste good. Nope, wrong—at least at the time. Well, for me, I think my taste buds have changed. Before, I would rather have drunk a broccoli beerock shake than a swig of the Diet. Now, I find the regular stuff almost too sweet! And if I have a lime wedge available, that goes right in to the cup. I know, The Switch—it’s not diet, it’s a lifestyle change.
Now, I never thought the day would come when my food storage consisted of 36-can cases of Dr. Pepper in the garage, let alone Diet Dr. Pepper. You must be willing to adapt in this society. And to reassure all of you: Stranded. Desert Island. Water or Dr. Pepper. Dr Pepper. No Contest.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to check on my food storage.
Can you believe Hermione makes out with Malfoy’s cousin and that Voldermort is really Dumbledorf’s half brother?!?!?!?!
Anyway, I was going to wait for a special occasion to let everyone know the biggest news out of our home here in San Antonio (and no, I’m not pregnant), but I can’t hold it back anymore. To be honest, I have been meaning to let everyone know but I was afraid of the possible backlash. I knew Mom and Dad would be okay with it since they made the switch many years ago, but the rest of you, well, I was feeling like I might be shunned…..Anyway, here’s the news:
I’ve switched to Diet Soda.
I know, I know, I can’t believe it either. And I know what you’re thinking: “How could he do this? He always said he would never switch? I don’t even know him anymore.” Well, before you call A & E, let me give you 4 reasons in my top 100 reasons why I did this:
Note: The switch to diet soda will now be referred to as “The Switch”
Reason #73: If you’ve lost count, I am turning 29 this December. I’m not as young as I used to be. I have worse knees than “Bad Knees,” I have bursitis in my right hip and left shoulder, and my scoliosis doubles as a party tray on the weekends. The regular soda, loaded with sugar probably doesn’t help. The diet probably doesn’t help either but it sure makes me feel better. That’s like when people say money can’t buy happiness. Well, it can sure make sadness a lot more bearable.
Reason #58: Limits. Barriers. Quotas. This is what I had before I started drinking Diet. Before The Switch, I put a self-imposed limit of one soda per day at the most to feel and look somewhat healthy. Can you imagine?!?! I know, impossible, right. Some days there were not enough drops to savor. Of course, I soon found ways to get around the one-can rule. I would let Jenn have a sip and convince myself that she drank at least half of it. I would remember a day two weeks prior when I didn’t have a drink and felt obligated to make up for that day. I developed a selective memory, quickly forgetting a drink I had 20 minutes prior. Now….I can take down 24 ounces during the opening credits of Man vs. Wild (great show by the way). Another thing with The Switch is that I don’t feel like I have to drink as much to be satisfied.
Reason #51: The Texas-Mexico border has the highest rates of Diabetes in the world, about 13%. Regular soda, combined with Rudy’s barbeque (not barbecoa), the greasiest “white people” Mexican food in the world and the new p’zone from Pizza Hut probably isn’t the best way to fight the epidemic. Did anyone say, “Top Ten Fattest City in the U.S?” It’s not uncommon to see on the street a baby being fed a bottle full of Big Red Soda (cross between fruit punch and cream soda). Normally you wouldn’t know it’s Big Red if it weren’t for the Mother carrying a liter under each armpit.
Reason #39: Like many of you, I remember those days watching Clint or Nick playing little league, Mom coming home from work, or times when we’d be choking on Taco Soup. All three of these things have one thing in common: Mom holding a Diet Coke. Each of us, at one time or another, fell into the trap of sipping from that lipstick laden straw, convincing ourselves that it would taste good. Nope, wrong—at least at the time. Well, for me, I think my taste buds have changed. Before, I would rather have drunk a broccoli beerock shake than a swig of the Diet. Now, I find the regular stuff almost too sweet! And if I have a lime wedge available, that goes right in to the cup. I know, The Switch—it’s not diet, it’s a lifestyle change.
Now, I never thought the day would come when my food storage consisted of 36-can cases of Dr. Pepper in the garage, let alone Diet Dr. Pepper. You must be willing to adapt in this society. And to reassure all of you: Stranded. Desert Island. Water or Dr. Pepper. Dr Pepper. No Contest.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to check on my food storage.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
A Gread Read!!!!!
Well, I went to Smith's Market at midnight and sttod in line for Harry Potter. They ran out of books so we went to another Smith's market. Eureka - I was able to get it - at 40% off. I spent today at 11:00 this morning reading it and I finished at 10:00. I was great!!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Now I guess I have to work on my YW lesson for tomorrow. But HP was more important.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Before and After
Thought you would want to see before and after pictures. It actually got worse the next day, but is much better now. NOT FOR CHILDREN UNER 12 YEARS OLD......
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Friday, June 08, 2007
Oh My Gosh! Did you hear about Paris?
I was reading a few comments after she was sent home with an electronic monitoring device, there were several comments all relaying essentially the same message: "If it was me, my white a#@ would still be in jail." Amen to that brother. One might ask: Is it fair? Who knows? Maybe she is just a product of her environment. In fact, maybe it should be her parents that get sent to jail. After all it wasn't her fault that her parents allowed her to get wasted every night at clubs, make a sex video, or squander her inheritance on servants that hold her drink. But then again, the story wouldn't be nearly as interesting. But then again would it?
And just a simple shout-out to Paris.
What will I do now, now that Paris Hilton is back in Jail, the team I loathe (the Cavaliers) is in the finals, and the only thing ESPN is covering now is baseball and the SEC? Maybe I’ll start working again, but then again, I will be taking the GRE in about a month. Maybe I'll start studying for that.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Anatomy in the eyes of a soon-to-be four year old
The other day I was just about to get in the shower when Aiden burst in to go potty. He stopped about mid-stream and said, "Hey, where's your penis?" I simply told him I didn't have one, and quickly ducked behind the (newly installed) shower doors. In the ten minutes it took me to shower, Aiden managed to eventually get his pants up, flush the toilet, wash his hands, and ask, "Well what do you have instead of a penis?" Not wanting to start show-and-tell, I just told him, "women have vaginas." About then I was thinking how I really should lock the door, and I insisted on a house with two bathrooms for a reason. Then, Aiden said, "Can I see your bagina?" I did my best to play it cool, so I told him I'd show him one in my anatomy book. Somehow his mind finally moved on to something else, he got out of the bathroom so I could get out of the shower, the rest of the day happened, he went to bed, and all with no more "bagina" talk.
This morning I woke up to Aiden crying at my bedroom door in the midst of a discussion with Nick. Nick kept saying, "We're still tired; go play the computer," but Aiden was sobbing and saying, "but my mom forgot." Eventually Nick settled Aiden down enough to get the whole sentence out, "But my mom forgot to show me the baginas!" So, I had to get up and show the poor kid a vagina in my anatomy book. When I finally got to the page, he just said, "oh, that's it? Can we look at guts then?"
This morning I woke up to Aiden crying at my bedroom door in the midst of a discussion with Nick. Nick kept saying, "We're still tired; go play the computer," but Aiden was sobbing and saying, "but my mom forgot." Eventually Nick settled Aiden down enough to get the whole sentence out, "But my mom forgot to show me the baginas!" So, I had to get up and show the poor kid a vagina in my anatomy book. When I finally got to the page, he just said, "oh, that's it? Can we look at guts then?"
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
WARNING: Sports Related
I remember one of the first things Mom told me when she found out we were moving to San Antonio: “at least you can root for the Spurs.”
Wow................wow...
I understand why Mom loves the Spurs so much. Probably because they are such great guys who play sound, ethical basketball; a team that has never fouled anyone in their life, especially Tim Duncan; a team loaded with European players who grew up watching soccer players fling themselves all over the field hoping for a foul; a team that has the dirtiest player in the league in Bruce Bowen; a team in a City that shows Eva Longoria every 5 minutes on eyewitness news.
I watched the first half of Saturday’s game before the power went out in our area—no TV and no internet. So I spent the next hour playing my harmonica in the darkest of night. Eventually the power came back on—the Jazz won handily. My blues were even blusier on Monday.
Anyway, onto some random thoughts from Monday night's game.
1. I caught the play on Saturday night when Horry flung himself on the floor. That has to be embarrasing if you’re a Spurs fan (Mom). Of course, even more incredulous was the announcers blaming it on Boozer for having his arm out in contact with the player, or in other words, playing proper defense. Frankly, the flopping is just getting out of hand. And I don’t care if you play for the Spurs, the Jazz, or the Parkwood 2nd Ward, it’s all over the place; it has infiltrated the game as shown with the 2nd technical on Fisher.
I’ve been saying for the last 10 years that the charging call is whistled waaaaaaaaaaaaayy too often in the league. I see way to many times where a guy is in the air and the defender slides in at the last minute to “take a charge.” This isn’t defense. I think the influx of charging calls has infected other facets of the game including the flailing of arms coming off pick and rolls. Here’s the thing that gets me. Do the refs even know who the floppers are? Do these guys watch tape? It’s not like Horry or Ginobli just started doing this yesterday. It was always a running joke that Vlade Divac was the best flopper in the league. And everyone knew it, except the refs for some unexplicable reason.
Can we please, please, please stop showing Eva Longoria on the sidelines? I mean, who would be against this? Who even watches Desperate Housewives anymore?
Did Oberto lose a bet or something? His hair looks like Cassie after a rainstorm. Who puts a part down the middle, slicks it, and blowdries the sides? Maybe that’s why Boozer can’t play defense on him—he’s too busy admiring the hairdo. Boozer has made him look like an all-star.
Overall, I thought the announcers did a great job. They weren’t too biased, they didn’t state the obvious too many times, and they actually had some good things to say. On a side note, Elvis exists, pigs fly and Deal or No Deal is the greatest show on TV.
Hopefully the Jazz play tonight at a high level, or at least they need to put in Hoffa as an enforcer. Maybe Kirelenko will suddenly realize that he’s getting paid the max salary and play like it. I wrote this on the blog a couple of months ago, “I am a little worried about Kirilenko. He wanted the max, got a franchise-player contract, and now looks like Dolph Lungren at the end of the fight in Rocky IV running up and down the court taking shots. Lucky for the Jazz, he should put up all star numbers again in 2011. Coincidentally, this is when his contract expires.” I guess he doesn’t read this blog. I thought it might have fired him up, like it did for my boy Deron when I wrote about him on draft day. It’s a shame.
Maybe, espn will finally stop showing the Matt Harpring on-screen graphic showing his family tree of football players after the 18th time. Maybe the NBA will finally fill us in on the whole cheerleaders in yellow outfits commercials that keep coming up after every time-out that really serve no purpose. Maybe Okur will finally quit his night job and get some rest. Maybe fans will realize that throwing stuff on the court does nothing. Who knows, maybe this will be the season I finally stop following professional sports or sports in general. Maybe Locke is still on the island leading the others.
And maybe, if the Spurs win and advance, at least Mom can stroll down Beacon Drive on her beach cruiser, consoling herself with: “At least it’s the San Antonio Spurs.”
At least...
Wow................wow...
I understand why Mom loves the Spurs so much. Probably because they are such great guys who play sound, ethical basketball; a team that has never fouled anyone in their life, especially Tim Duncan; a team loaded with European players who grew up watching soccer players fling themselves all over the field hoping for a foul; a team that has the dirtiest player in the league in Bruce Bowen; a team in a City that shows Eva Longoria every 5 minutes on eyewitness news.
I watched the first half of Saturday’s game before the power went out in our area—no TV and no internet. So I spent the next hour playing my harmonica in the darkest of night. Eventually the power came back on—the Jazz won handily. My blues were even blusier on Monday.
Anyway, onto some random thoughts from Monday night's game.
1. I caught the play on Saturday night when Horry flung himself on the floor. That has to be embarrasing if you’re a Spurs fan (Mom). Of course, even more incredulous was the announcers blaming it on Boozer for having his arm out in contact with the player, or in other words, playing proper defense. Frankly, the flopping is just getting out of hand. And I don’t care if you play for the Spurs, the Jazz, or the Parkwood 2nd Ward, it’s all over the place; it has infiltrated the game as shown with the 2nd technical on Fisher.
I’ve been saying for the last 10 years that the charging call is whistled waaaaaaaaaaaaayy too often in the league. I see way to many times where a guy is in the air and the defender slides in at the last minute to “take a charge.” This isn’t defense. I think the influx of charging calls has infected other facets of the game including the flailing of arms coming off pick and rolls. Here’s the thing that gets me. Do the refs even know who the floppers are? Do these guys watch tape? It’s not like Horry or Ginobli just started doing this yesterday. It was always a running joke that Vlade Divac was the best flopper in the league. And everyone knew it, except the refs for some unexplicable reason.
Can we please, please, please stop showing Eva Longoria on the sidelines? I mean, who would be against this? Who even watches Desperate Housewives anymore?
Did Oberto lose a bet or something? His hair looks like Cassie after a rainstorm. Who puts a part down the middle, slicks it, and blowdries the sides? Maybe that’s why Boozer can’t play defense on him—he’s too busy admiring the hairdo. Boozer has made him look like an all-star.
Overall, I thought the announcers did a great job. They weren’t too biased, they didn’t state the obvious too many times, and they actually had some good things to say. On a side note, Elvis exists, pigs fly and Deal or No Deal is the greatest show on TV.
Hopefully the Jazz play tonight at a high level, or at least they need to put in Hoffa as an enforcer. Maybe Kirelenko will suddenly realize that he’s getting paid the max salary and play like it. I wrote this on the blog a couple of months ago, “I am a little worried about Kirilenko. He wanted the max, got a franchise-player contract, and now looks like Dolph Lungren at the end of the fight in Rocky IV running up and down the court taking shots. Lucky for the Jazz, he should put up all star numbers again in 2011. Coincidentally, this is when his contract expires.” I guess he doesn’t read this blog. I thought it might have fired him up, like it did for my boy Deron when I wrote about him on draft day. It’s a shame.
Maybe, espn will finally stop showing the Matt Harpring on-screen graphic showing his family tree of football players after the 18th time. Maybe the NBA will finally fill us in on the whole cheerleaders in yellow outfits commercials that keep coming up after every time-out that really serve no purpose. Maybe Okur will finally quit his night job and get some rest. Maybe fans will realize that throwing stuff on the court does nothing. Who knows, maybe this will be the season I finally stop following professional sports or sports in general. Maybe Locke is still on the island leading the others.
And maybe, if the Spurs win and advance, at least Mom can stroll down Beacon Drive on her beach cruiser, consoling herself with: “At least it’s the San Antonio Spurs.”
At least...
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Parenting Advice
I understand the irony of parenting advice from someone who doesn't mind if their child eats cake for dinner or lets him watch Nightmare on Elm Street but please don't let the following tragedy occur to those in your charge.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Summer Job
Since the school year is coming to an end, I needed to get a summer job (as I can no longer sub). So I got one. Yesterday was my first day, well it was just orientation, but still. Tonight I have department orientation and then I will get my schedule. It's not a big deal or anything, but I think it'll be fun-and at the least my legs will get tan. It's only about 5 minutes from our house, so pretty close. And of course I get in free and get free tickets and discount tickets. I also get a free case of beer once a month from the company (since it's owned by anheuser-busch).
Oh I forgot to say where it was....Sea World!
I work in park operations as a "day park-prep". Basically getting the park ready and keeping it clean and organized for guests. My uniform is awesome. I have attached a picture so all of you can be jealous and wish that you could wear it to your work...
...everything is Sea World issued (except the socks) and just so you know...culottes are coming back in style.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
More Houses
Here are some more houses I found in South Padre. I tried to put them in comments under the last post, but I couldnt figure out how to do it. Anyway...I think a cauple of these are in the same community that Clint and Maykas house was in. Take a look and tell me what you think. Oh yea and Nick...something that might interest you and your no-clothes policy, under entertainment on some of the other rentals I had looked at (not these) they had listed that there are nude beaches.
http://www.homeaway.com/USA/Texas/vacation-villa-South-PadreIsland/dni/1/p138484.htm
http://www.vrbo.com/88903
http://www.vrbo.com/101408
http://www.homeaway.com/USA/Texas/vacation-villa-South-PadreIsland/dni/1/p138484.htm
http://www.vrbo.com/88903
http://www.vrbo.com/101408
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Vacation Homes
http://www.homeaway.com/index.cfm/fa/find.aquery/page/1/refinements/regions:5476,Sleeps:13*/
Here are some vacation homes I found for the texas gulf coast. Some are by Corpus Christi, and some are by Houston. There are some down south by Padre Island, but things tend to be more expensive down there and not too many options. All sleep atleast 13. Most seem to be filling up fairly fast, and it looks like the end of May is when the high-season starts, so begginning of May would be good. It looks like the price would be about 1500-2500 for the week.
Anyway let me know what you think. Also Chad said that if we wanted, everyone could fly into San Antone and then rent a 15 passanger van to drive to the beach. This is going to be soooo fun.
Also...on this website you can look at other places for beach homes. I was checking out some on the outer banks of North Carolina that looked pretty nice. Is that still an option?
Here are some vacation homes I found for the texas gulf coast. Some are by Corpus Christi, and some are by Houston. There are some down south by Padre Island, but things tend to be more expensive down there and not too many options. All sleep atleast 13. Most seem to be filling up fairly fast, and it looks like the end of May is when the high-season starts, so begginning of May would be good. It looks like the price would be about 1500-2500 for the week.
Anyway let me know what you think. Also Chad said that if we wanted, everyone could fly into San Antone and then rent a 15 passanger van to drive to the beach. This is going to be soooo fun.
Also...on this website you can look at other places for beach homes. I was checking out some on the outer banks of North Carolina that looked pretty nice. Is that still an option?
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
splash and dash 2007
Well, I might as well use this blog as my own journal, considering no one ever looks at it anymore. No, j/k. I enjoyed the previous comments, and let me give a big shout out to Nick for the comment mentioned on the previous blog. But I figured I would let everyone know how Splash 'n Dash 2007 went. 
Well I had a great audience rooting for me. The highlights of April 7th happened when one of my engaged ex-girlfriend introduced herself to mom and dad. And, being all sneaky-like, the fam looked at one another saying, "She's cute. Why doesn't Trevor date her?" Well, if the first adjective doesn't give it away as to why, surely the second one does. Needless to say, my roommates/friends (yes,
The actual race went well. I was the first one "out of the pool". It's in parentheses because we were doing a team biathlon (one swims the other one runs) and I simply finished first in the first heat. However in total we finished in fourth place. You can check out the total results HERE. Here are also some of the pictures from the day.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
BYU vs. Dick Cheney
I found this link interesting.
http://www.suntimes.com/news/politics/324450,CST-NWS-byu03.article
Two questions:
1. When did shorts become prohibited? and,
2. Did this topic overtake the single-strap backpack controversy in the letters to the editor?
http://www.suntimes.com/news/politics/324450,CST-NWS-byu03.article
Two questions:
1. When did shorts become prohibited? and,
2. Did this topic overtake the single-strap backpack controversy in the letters to the editor?
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Tustison Family Legends
First of all, thanks for letting me join the blog again, Nick. I know I have a link to my website spanish-translation-help.com, but it's not like I every overly promote spanish-translation-help.com or try to show how cool I am because I have a website at spanish-translation-help.com. I'll make sure that from now on I don't make this blog a forum for letting everyone know about spanish-translation-help.com.
Anyways, a couple of weeks ago as we were preparing for our trip, I started thinking about legends we have in the family. It started because I told the boys that Mom was a doctor and Dad a banker and how Mom can speak French.
Well, I started thinking about things that have (and will) live on as legends we pass on and here are some that I came up with:
1. Grandma N. knew Helen Keller.
2. Chuck Norris tried to hit on Mom at Imperial Valley College.
3. Mom and Dad met Ozzie Smith and Dale Murphy (and got an autographed baseball from them, which they gave to me. Sorry, Nick, I don't think getting an autographed baseball of José Concepción counts as a legend.)
4. Chad being featured in Police Beat.
5. Chad outlasting Lavell at the urinal.
These are just some I came up with. Please share if you can think of any more.
Anyways, a couple of weeks ago as we were preparing for our trip, I started thinking about legends we have in the family. It started because I told the boys that Mom was a doctor and Dad a banker and how Mom can speak French.
Well, I started thinking about things that have (and will) live on as legends we pass on and here are some that I came up with:
1. Grandma N. knew Helen Keller.
2. Chuck Norris tried to hit on Mom at Imperial Valley College.
3. Mom and Dad met Ozzie Smith and Dale Murphy (and got an autographed baseball from them, which they gave to me. Sorry, Nick, I don't think getting an autographed baseball of José Concepción counts as a legend.)
4. Chad being featured in Police Beat.
5. Chad outlasting Lavell at the urinal.
These are just some I came up with. Please share if you can think of any more.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
pumkin cookies, simplified
If you love pumpkin cookies, you'll love this. I recently went to a friend's house where she was serving pumpkin cookies. They tasted just like mine, so I asked where she got the recipe. She let me in on a fantastic secret that I will now share with you. The quick and easy, not to mention lower fat and less calorie, way to make pumpkin cookies is to mix a spice cake box mix and one 15 oz. can of pumpkin for about five minutes with a mixer. Add two cups of chocolate chips, and bake as usual. Enjoy!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
March Madness
I done summit my bracke' so do nchoo ev'n think about coppiinit. Shoo'. I'mgowna win dis yeer. Yep, thas right. My G-Town's gowna neutalize avery taem in its way. Ma' man Hibbee gowna donk awn awl doze foo's.
T-Dowg
T-Dowg
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Strolling Down Memory Lane
The other day, I was at the Pad’s house rummaging through some of the books found in the library. The findings were incredible. First of all, I must say that I know what Chad will be doing this year. It is only his ten year anniversary for his high school reunion. What’s better than seeing all of your high school friends once more, huh Chad? But you should go because no matter what, as the yearbook stated it, “Even if you can’t fit in the same dress you wore in high school, still come.” You can reference it to the time you dressed up as a woman for the ward Halloween party.
Also, I was looking through the yearbook, and I must say how grateful you must’ve been to know that your cheekbones could also see correctly through those glasses of yours. That’s always nice.
Samantha, don’t think that I didn’t see your first children books. Yes, the ones that were written when you were a child. Although I didn’t quite read all of The Twins’ Adventure, I noticed that half of it was entirely unillustrated. Maybe, mom should send that back to you so you can finish it up. The Moaning Ghost was the best seller though. Who can forget Old Man Marley, the enigmatic antagonist and Tiffany, the ingenuous child, who wants to keep Cassie, in spite of seeing her messing with a pile of human bones.
Then again, we all had our own rituals with our own Cassie. Chad only irritated his warts when he would rub her tumor before each church basketball game. Me and Andy practiced our rubber band gun accuracy on her. Nick is probably the only one without EFS (embarrassing feet syndrome) thanks to Cassie and her taste bud-lacking tongue.
So strolling down memory lane was a great experience. I didn’t get to Nick or Clint’s yearbook. It would have been great to show Brenna Nick’s rolled up pant legs and denim jacket or Clint’s…I can’t think of anything for Clint. But no, Brenna only got to partake of Chad’s senior memories and Samantha’s Mourning Ghost. Be glad Samantha that the “mourning ghost” wasn’t your fourth grade picture. I didn’t know where to find it.
Well, I hope none of you offended were. Please respond and participate.
Also, I was looking through the yearbook, and I must say how grateful you must’ve been to know that your cheekbones could also see correctly through those glasses of yours. That’s always nice.
Samantha, don’t think that I didn’t see your first children books. Yes, the ones that were written when you were a child. Although I didn’t quite read all of The Twins’ Adventure, I noticed that half of it was entirely unillustrated. Maybe, mom should send that back to you so you can finish it up. The Moaning Ghost was the best seller though. Who can forget Old Man Marley, the enigmatic antagonist and Tiffany, the ingenuous child, who wants to keep Cassie, in spite of seeing her messing with a pile of human bones.
Then again, we all had our own rituals with our own Cassie. Chad only irritated his warts when he would rub her tumor before each church basketball game. Me and Andy practiced our rubber band gun accuracy on her. Nick is probably the only one without EFS (embarrassing feet syndrome) thanks to Cassie and her taste bud-lacking tongue.
So strolling down memory lane was a great experience. I didn’t get to Nick or Clint’s yearbook. It would have been great to show Brenna Nick’s rolled up pant legs and denim jacket or Clint’s…I can’t think of anything for Clint. But no, Brenna only got to partake of Chad’s senior memories and Samantha’s Mourning Ghost. Be glad Samantha that the “mourning ghost” wasn’t your fourth grade picture. I didn’t know where to find it.
Well, I hope none of you offended were. Please respond and participate.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Nothing much ---------
I don't really have anything earth - shattering to report, but I just got tired of seeing, "last post, Feb. 7". It seems to me that someone could come up with something. I know it isn't me, but we do have several wise people on this blog. So someone get crackin'. No pun intended.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
We knew him when...........
Dad and I both visited with Francine Underwood last night on the phone. She had some questions for Dad. Anyway, I asked about Andy - he reports to Spring Training on March 21 to the San Diego Padres. So it will be interesting to follow his career and see how he does. No, I didn't ask about Rochelle (Chad), or Jennifer (Nick) or Amber.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Some random reunion jokes
Cancun sounds great.
Anyway, with the new year here (almost a month come and gone) I'd thought I would unclutter my life a little bit and clean out my drawers (insert joke here). Among the found treasures: my nunchukas, a note from Marlae reminding me to pick up a universal cable, and the steak knife Clint gave me from Peru. Also among the finds was a list I put together of a few reunion jokes some of us came up with a couple of years ago. And since these jokes have a longer shelf life than a Costco bar at mom's and dad's, I though I'd list them for everyone's enjoyment.
Did you hear about the reunion of trees?
--They tried to leaf early
Did you hear about the reunion of owls?
--It was a hoot
Did you hear about the reunion of margarine?
--It could’ve been butter
Did you hear about the reunion of 2 x 4’s?
--They were board the whole time
Did you hear about the reunion of guns?
--Shoot, I forgot
Did you hear about the reunion of pot smokers?
--they had a bongfire
Did you hear about the reunion of coins?
--It was good for a change
Did you hear about the reunion of sheep?
--Ewe were there, right?
Did you hear about the reunion of bread mixers?
--yeah, me kneader
Did you hear about the lady that was harassed by the FBI for sneezing so much?
--she done sue da fed.
Now, aren’t you glad you tuned into the blog today?
Anyway, with the new year here (almost a month come and gone) I'd thought I would unclutter my life a little bit and clean out my drawers (insert joke here). Among the found treasures: my nunchukas, a note from Marlae reminding me to pick up a universal cable, and the steak knife Clint gave me from Peru. Also among the finds was a list I put together of a few reunion jokes some of us came up with a couple of years ago. And since these jokes have a longer shelf life than a Costco bar at mom's and dad's, I though I'd list them for everyone's enjoyment.
Did you hear about the reunion of trees?
--They tried to leaf early
Did you hear about the reunion of owls?
--It was a hoot
Did you hear about the reunion of margarine?
--It could’ve been butter
Did you hear about the reunion of 2 x 4’s?
--They were board the whole time
Did you hear about the reunion of guns?
--Shoot, I forgot
Did you hear about the reunion of pot smokers?
--they had a bongfire
Did you hear about the reunion of coins?
--It was good for a change
Did you hear about the reunion of sheep?
--Ewe were there, right?
Did you hear about the reunion of bread mixers?
--yeah, me kneader
Did you hear about the lady that was harassed by the FBI for sneezing so much?
--she done sue da fed.
Now, aren’t you glad you tuned into the blog today?
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Cancun
Just thought I would post the web site for the place Grace and I stayed.
http://www.locogringo.com/akumal/bahia_principe_akumal.html?name=Bahia%20Principe%20Akumal
http://www.locogringo.com/akumal/bahia_principe_akumal.html?name=Bahia%20Principe%20Akumal
Vacation 2008!?
So....about our family vacation 2008...did we decide on Cancun or what? Because if we did should we start planning? Does someone want to be in charge-you know since we would probably have to go through a travel agent or something since it's all inclusive? Anyway we just wanted to let you all that we give the "Cancun Tustison Family Vacation 2008" two thumbs up!! (That could be what all of our matching T-shirts say)
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Ice in SA
I thought you might like to see what ice looks like in San Antonio! Last week we were hit by an ice storm that literally shut down the city. Not much different than ice in your parts of the country but it was interesting to see icicles on our house and to have the freeways closed.
Our Neon was completely iced over and our back deck was an ice arena. I can no longer question why a city would shut down for ice.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
2008 Vacation
Dad and I were talking the other day (with input from others) and we were discussing the family's anticipated vacation in 2008. I know Hawaii was discussed along with some places on the East Coast, i.e. Florida, Carolinas, Anadarko, (just kidding). But we were wondering if you would consider Cancun as a place to go. Having been there, it was cheaper than Hawaii and food, drink, air travel and lodging were all included in the price. It would be a great place for families and very relaxing. If people wanted to go on any tours or stuff like that that would be available right from the resort. We went the middle of May, which is right after Spring Break and before the Hurricane Season. We went for 7 days which was long. We could do a five day vacation which would obviously be cheaper. Everyone would have to get a passport, I guess. I am not sure of the age requirement. And some of you speak Spanish which would be great. Anyway, let us know what you think about that idea.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Videos Galore!!
First of all, Nick, sorry for not commenting on the previous but it wouldn't load properly for some reason (and yes, I am off campus). But while everyone is talking about videos check out this car commercial gone bad.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
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