David and Kari

I called Arizona home from age 6 all the way through age 24. However, it wasn’t until 5 months after I move back at age 27 that I see my first real, live scorpion. And where do I see it? The middle of my living room floor. Not cool.

As you can see we picked the perfect tile for NOT being able to see scorpions very easily.

Pictures from our trip to San Jose to celebrate the 60th Wedding Anniversary of Kari’s grandparents and of our trip to El Burro for Father’s Day have been posted.

If you haven’t noticed we are listing photo albums in chronological order.

A new picture of Lex has been added. Captions added to all images.

I’m trying to work this blog into my life and provide more updates. One thing I want to do is share some random images with you all from time to time. Pictures that deserve the spotlight and that simply cannot be buried in a gallery.

Pictures like this one of my Aunt Anna:

We finally went to check out Joe’s Farm Grill and it seems that my push for unisex bathrooms has already started to spread. Joe hasn’t abandon the woman/man silhouette, but he has combined the two. You have to crawl before you can walk I guess.

That’s not even the best part. This is one the coolest bathrooms I’ve ever been in. It’s a single room, but has a toilet AND a urinal. And if that wasn’t enough there’s a TV at eye level above the urinal!

Oh yeah, the food was awesome too!

So I’m at one of the 18 local Starbucks last night and I have to use the restroom (of course). So, like a good American man I head to the men’s room. As I’m taking care of things I begin to take note of my surroundings. Nothing special - a toilet, a trash can, and a sink. I ask Kari what’s in the women’s restroom. She describes the same features.

My question is this: If both restrooms are IDENTICAL, why label them men’s and women’s? Am I supposed to wait in a line while a perfectly good toilet sits waiting for a woman? I mention this to Kari and she says she (like most of society apparently) has already solved this conundrum. “I just go in the open one,” she says. “That’s all well and good for women,” I said, “but can you imagine the looks I would get from a woman if I came out of there and she had been waiting?” Why should I have to go through that trauma?

Solution: In cases of clone bathrooms label them Bathroom A, Bathroom B. Another problem solved by the Boz. You’re welcome. Side-note: I was going to say Bathroom #1 and Bathroom #2, but I see a potential undesirable consequence.

Speaking of toilets. Here’s a pic that I snapped the same day I decided to lose 50lbs. What a coincidence!

Mom & Dad, still going strong after 32 years.

Photo albums have been added to the site. Find them in the right-hand column. We’ve got pictures of Lex and the 2007 Bozo FFL Draft.