Sometime between June 15 and 16

**Spoiler alert**
Not too long ago, I caught myself indulging in a woosy way of getting scared by reading the story line to several thriller movies. Ironically, I started reading the plot to the Tarantino film, "Hostel." Now, mom and dad, if you´re reading this I suggest you avoid the movie like the plague so that your already disrupted peace of mind doesn´t completely lose itself.
Near the beginning of the film (and the problems of the protagonists, if you want to call them that), the main characters enter their own hostel room to find two smoking hot young women taking off their shirts in some seductive manner that is only completely pleasing to these male backpackers. Afterwards, bodies are chopped up, conspiracies are discovered, and lessons of life are brought into perspective.e As I was recounting my encounter with this new form of literature with Nick, my older brother, and the possible consequences of finding that opening sequence my first night abroad, he advised, "Definitely. If something is too good to be true, it probably is and you need to get out of there."
Well, my night didn´t quite open like that, but if moviespoiler.com has taught me anythihng it is that there is always a way to counteract any foreign problems you might encounter. So as I got into the hostel pick up service (which consisted of an ancient green nissan) with two attractive British girls, my mind began to race to find a solution to my potentially horrifying situation. How could I counteract the situation I was in? Well instead of smooth talking my way out, or jumping out of the moving car in the middle of Avenida Insurgentes, or even subtely accentuating my pecs to thwart any uprising agains this Harry Potter look-a-like, I resorted back to my days of when I actually tried to attract girls. Political, economic, and cultural knowledge were all used to impress (or rather bore)these girls into denying any of sort of prospective victim-hood that they might have seen. Never too successful in the past while trying to date, I gigured this time these methods might save me. As a n expert on reverse psychology I was able to preven the undesirable situation of being chained up to a wall while immensely rich entrepreneurs took a shot at quenching their insatiable appetite for the horrific at my expense.
As is mentioned before, it is sometime in between two days and though the loud horns of the taxis, the snoring roommate, my horrible headache, and the excitement of seeing people from my old area are all culminating to contribute to my recent bout with insomnia, this random epiphany was the catalyst to me actually getting up and writing tonight. But, if the symptoms persist, and Tarantino seems to find himself a narrator in my life consistently a bit more, then I´ll just have to resort to my last option: just wait a minute while a look for my pass-along cards...

Tour de Tustison

This is a record of Chad playing with a new toy... he kept saying somthing like "watch out Lance ..." or was it "watch out Clint...."

Then after I stopped recording he came in to stop and ... well lets just say most people need to put their feet on the ground when they stop going. I know I fell on the ground more than once when I forgot to unclip my feet from the pedals.

ED and Sunday Sacrilege

Well since Mom and Dad are on the road and can't easily censure my postings to Tustizone I'm going against my better judgment and posting another episode in the adventures of being Aiden's dad.

So Aiden and I were watching baseball when one of those commercials came on. You know the ones---the football going through the tire, a man swinging his wooden bat, and a woman being picked up by her slightly gray haired husband and frolicking through the leaf pile. Anyway, Aiden asks me "Hey Nick, what's erectile dysfunction?" Not wanting to deal with the question, I tried passing it off onto Kim by asking, "Well, Aiden, who do you think would know more about erectile dysfunction?" to which he says, in all earnestness, "Um, Jesus?". I don't think I've ever felt so guilty laughing.

Fingers Crossed

So this weekend has been interesting..... well besides the fact that Sam threw something at a bird and killed it, he felt really bad.... but today at church Rhys was getting up to leave the classroom and somehow the little metal chair he was siting on collapsed and he pinched his pinkies. I took him to after hour care... and sure enough he fractured both his pinkies and probably dislocated one of them, though he cut one badly it was more surface and so at lest he didn't need stitches, that would have reeked.  Anyway he was a real trooper, in the morning I will call and get him in to see and orthopedic surgeon.  Until then he has his hands/fingers in a splint or soft cast thing.  Hopefully he will have more mobility with his other fingers with a different kind of splint.  We'll see and keep our fingers crossed or straight if you Rhys.   

My Happy Place

So I have to share pictures of my happy place....... my new bathroom.  Let's just say it was      
nast-o-rama, to say the lest.  So anywhooo, my amazing hubby gutted our bathroom leaving only the ceiling.  After he took the drywall off and everything else it smelled gross, which was a test for me and my pukey self, it was the beginning of many smelly nights but luckily Rhys doesn't care if I come in and move him to the floor and sleep in his bed.  Thanks to Devin a good family friend who helped with the tile and is Clints mentor, and Nick who helped put the toid and sink in....it was completed in one month and only cost and arm instead of and arm and a leg....... and part of Clint's heel (which he gouged out when installing the shower door), and now we have a complete new bathroom. The only things we kept from the old bathroom was the ceiling and the towel rod. I was going for a spa organic feel in there and dorky me every time I walk by it I have to go in and look....I love it.  I can't wait to do the other bathroom and the kitchen and a patio....if only we had a money tree.  Riley wants a tree that grows Dr. Pepper, but I say a $ tree would be better...so here are some pictures for those of you who truly know how gross it was... you will truly like.