Signs

This weekend I watched the movie "Signs" by M. Night Shyamalan. Watch this clip to reintroduce yourself.



At the end I always drifting into thinking about what I would do if in the same situation. If it was me and my family, what would I do? In the movie they have decided to stay in the house and try to ride out the invasion. Sure they board up the house. That is a good start, but they didn't even turn off the lights. Hello! That is a big "We are open for business, Come and get us" sign. When I slip into what would I do. I think about massing an active defense. Where would I place guns? How much ammo would I need? Where do I begin my defense? (at the front door, or in the yard) Where do I plan to finish my defense? (Attic, Basement, Garage so to facilitate a possible escape)

You see, I was knee deep in contemplation when the answer became blatantly clear. They hired the wrong Culkin brother for the movie. Instead of an asthmatic egg head, they could have had the older brother from Home Alone. The greatest home defense planner in the movie industry. Picture aliens getting smashed in the face w/ paint cans swinging on ropes, electrically heated door knobs, propane torches hanging in the air, falling hot irons, and lest we not forget the classic Jacks and marbles on the floor. By the end of the movie they would have had 2 or 3 aliens comically running down the street missing patches of hair (or scales), glued to each other, and begging for the police to pick them up.

Memorial Day

I am playing a little catch up. Here are a few pics from our trip to see Great Grandma Condie. She turned 96 this past April. Her body is becoming more frail, but her mind is a steel trap. She writes and recites poetry without a stutter. All while never a pencil and paper meet.

As a joke she wanted an out house built just like she had when she was growing up. She told us about when the first world War ended the people of Preston Idaho took all of their old outhouses to the center of town and created a sort of a skyline. They then set them on fire and called it "The burning of the sh*ty of Berlin".


Grandma has a family of foxes living in her barn yard. 50 years ago they would have been shot on site to protect the chickens, but now they bring a little life back to the place.


Any Karen Carpenter music will do.


Is it original? No, but everything was working at the right time.


Cows!


About a 1/4 mile from Grandma's house (the next door neighbor) is Napoleon Dynamite's house. I think I could throw a football over that mountain.


I think I have a picture of everyone of the girl cousins pummeling my boys. I tell them just to get used to it.


See!


My grandma. I had to say a crude phrase to get the guys to smile. It worked on grandma too.

As promised

Better late than never. Last Thursday I finally had my first post surgery follow up. I learned that the x rays didn't show all the damage, so when they opened me up there was a bit of a surprise. The knuckle area at the base of my had was broken into a few pieces on the 3rd and 4th metacarpals. That is why the doc had use the larger plates w/ the 2 place bases. I am now the permanent home to 12 screws and 2 plates. The 2 fish hooks you see in finger 1 come out in 2 more weeks.