Nephews, nachos, and the loosening of the buckle of the Bible belt.

Step aside David Cook. Put down the microphone, stop that trilling crap everyone on Idol does, and for God's sake, take your finger off your ear when you hit "powerful" notes. Make way for Tulsa's next rock stars:
That's right. My nephews. They are such rock stars, that even Cowell would have to leave the attitude at the studio door. That is Nathan holding little Calvin. Calvin is a VERY recent addition to the world, so I may have to wait a few weeks before teaching him the solo to Stairway to Heaven. Nathan will begin a strict regiment of playing Led Zep tunes beginning tomorrow, and the lessons will continue until they play Tulsa's new BOK center. Paul McCartney is playing there in a few weeks, so I'll be on the horn this week with him about my nephews' opening up the show.

To my surprise, Tulsa is still Tulsa. Although the changes are very noticeable, and there seems to be a lot more of an Austin TX vibe going on there, it is still the same home I grew up in. We ate a lot of fast food (much to Ashleigh's dismay, but those are my only chances), hung out with my family, and got a chance to go downtown for an evening. We got a chance to go fishing with my bro-in-law Todd, and little Nathan. Nate held his arms out to describe the size of this fish as being about 2 feet long. This picture pushes that theory, but it's just the angle. We did, however, catch about 10 fish.
Ahhh...Bueno. Mui Bueno. And St. Moad.
Here's my mom with Ash, myself and the rock stars.
We did get a chance to go golfing as well. The weather was surprisingly nice considering it's mid-July. Ash hit a golf ball down the fairway, and it rolled directly over a walking path bridge that crossed a water hazard. It was sweet. And could never be recreated. My dad, White Gold, was the most consistent on the course that day.

On Sunday, we had a bunch of family over. Aunts, uncles, cousins, dogs, lions, tigers... They were all there. We had a Thanksgiving-like feast, then we all nursed food-induced comas on the back porch. It was sunny, breezy and beautiful. My Aunt Mary Beth's puppy, Izzy and Nathan played together quite a bit. It was awesome. I think my sister was as pleased as Mary Beth that they helped wear each other out.
It seemed my family was all doing great.
Okay then. I've never heard of a record store having that kind of budget, but more power to you Mooch.