The Turner Family

This is what I found after tearing the siding off the backside of the house in preparation to install the new siding. Also notice the wiring on the outside of the back wall. I had to eliminate and relocate the wires before starting to replace the siding. You can see hole where the old wood burning stove stack used to be. Had alot of framing to do to get the new window in. FINALLY! The house is completely resided. Hopefully, with the price of scrap aluminum today, I can turn it in and recoup some of the cost of the project.

We learned this week that this will be our new home. Keep in mind it is a single guy who lives here now. How does that new country song go... "Put a girl in it!" O.K. I know what you're thinking because 24 hours ago we thought the same thing ... HELL NO... but Jason and I have had time to settle down and we think it might look different to us once they have eaten the goat. :) Yeah, after those pictures I think we will all need some of these! Meg and her chums with their Build-a-Bears. Garrett's football injury. He wanted me to wait until tomorrow to take the picture because someone told him it would be worse by then.

It all comes down to choices and one's own notion of fate for the tense, superb No Country for Old Men . Javier Bardem plays the defiantly un-sweet Anton Chigurh (read: Sugar), the monomaniacal, unapologetic treasure re-collector. Chigurh is written, and Bardem plays the character as a colorless robot, there's no angle or history with Chirguh, there's no understanding; the most insight the audience receives about him comes from Woody Harrelson 's character's description, the only notable Chigurh characteristic his awful haircut. (Bardem strikes into our western film awareness ten years ago with Pedro Almodóvar 's Live Flesh , as the cuckolded, paraplegic ex-cop. Because of No Country , he's now an Academy Award winner .) Josh Brolin , who plays the opposing yet equally myopic Llewelyn Moss, is the sympathetic protagonist for whom the audience has invested. Brolin, with a checkered past himself, seems readily believable as the trailer-dwelling, independent

Has anyone noted that we seem to celebrate birthdays at Mexican restaurants? A great night, with a complete sharing of lice amongst many of the attendees who shared in the communal sombrero.