I don't know exactly what Buster and Brennon did that was so wrong but they were sentenced to live in the back country this past weekend.
They stayed in Hell the Unitas (I dislike the place so much I don't even know if I spelled it right), they had to hike in on mules, they had to sleep in canvas tent things and from the looks of it, they had to kill their own dinner with bows and arrows. What ever it was that they did to deserve a punishment like this, it must have been a doozey!
Notice Busters new teeth. No more braces. Good timing since it's easier to tear the meat off of the carcass of your hunted down prey if you don't have those pesky braces to get in the way.
Brennon, just remember that your Aunt Stacy loves you and that if it gets too bad at your house there is always room at the Lafitte Family Farm for you and your rabbit to come and live.
Thanks for dragging my backside out of bed before the butt-crack of dawn this past weekend to participate in the Focus 4 Mile Run. Please see photo below which shows that the sun is just barely coming up behind us, documenting that we were up, dressed and in Roy well before dawn cracked.
The race was in memory of four Focus employees who died in a plane crash while on a humanitarian mission. One of boys was from Morgan.
Teresa lured me to the event with promises of food........
and prizes because she knew that I would not participate solely for the purpose of running......duh!
I lifted this picture from Teresa's blog to show that I did indeed finish all four miles of the race. I believe I came in dead last with an impressive time of 58 minutes and some odd seconds. I was not dead last the entire time. Believe it or not, I was neck and neck with an "older" gentleman named Richard that everyone along the route was cheering along with chants of "Keep going Richard" "You can do it Richard" "We have faith in you Richard". I was a good strech ahead of Richard but due to a finish line malfunction, (translation: I didn't see the finish line and just stopped walking once I reached general area where the food table was at) Richard walked right past me and straight through the finish line which then made me the official dead last participant. Oh well---someone has to be "The clean-up crew".
Head on over to Teresa's blog to read about her personal best story at the race despite her achy mouth.
Please forgive this picture of Aaron--I made him get out of bed and get dressed before he was ready just so that I could get a "first day of school" picture before I went to work.
I love this time of year! School is wonderful! Structure is great! Schedules are the best thing ever!
I'm going to love having someone up with me in the morning (contrary to what this picture of what Aaron may indicate). Aaron Jean Washing Machine is a Sophomore this year. He starts drivers ed tomorrow. He's going to keep working at his job after school and on the weekends. What a kid.
YAY for the first day of school!! Do you know what the first day of school means? It means summer is OVER! YAY!! It means that fall is on the way. YAY!! I love fall!! I love not sweating!
I guess it's only fair that if I am going to tease Buster about his birthday that I am obligated to blog about my own birthday.
I got to start the festivities off with a pre-birthday feast with the girls at the Brick Oven
(I give the restaurant two thumbs up)
Followed by some retail therapy.
Which witch is which? (don't answer that...)
On my actual birthday I was treated to a combined birthday breakfast to celebrate my Bday and Buster's Bday. Tim and Buster did all the cooking----I did all the eating.
Carol made sure I felt like a princess for the day. Not quite sure why she made me wear that clown nose along with the princess crown and feather boa. (seriously--what the heck is up with my nose in this picture?!!?)
Carol also made sure Buster felt all 40 of his well deserved years
Since it was my birthday, I felt I deserved to take all the "Deb's Glamor Shots" and everyone had to cooperate---because it was my birthday and that is what I wanted.
Pancho didn't like how he looked in that previous picture so he immediate ran and found his ball and came right back to pose for this perfect picture. No lie!
Breakfast Menu: Eggs from the chickees (not my favorite), potatoes-o-brien, bacon (my favorite), biscuits and gravy (my other favorite), ham that Shawn provided (pig #179---don't ask)
Tim looks like he is about to give himself a hand for the delightful breakfast that he just made. Actually, I think he was trying to squish a fly.
Tiff and Buster admiring the "Over the Hill Casket Kit" that Carol got Shawn for his big 4-OH.
Rare photo of Yo Bob
Buster showing off the apron that his buds Megan and Ashley made him for his birthday. Also making an appearance in this photo-his new mug which says "age is like underwear, it creeps up on you". FYI-he has a mouthful of ham and that is his excuses for not smiling with his teeth. Whatever.....
The only game that was played at this party was "who can swat the most flies with the electric fly swater". The Lafitte Family Farm seems to be infested with flies....not fun!
On to presents-- This would be my look of total disbelief after I open my beautiful new gleaming white IPad II that everyone (including the kids) pitched in and bought me.
Another FYI--Shawn also got and IPad for his birthday. He returned it. Loser. Now how is he going to read the blog?
The funniest card of the year goes to Aaron. Not because of the card, but because of what he wrote in it. (and because he put a dollar in it).
" I hope you have a day to blog about" Does that boy have me figured out or what?!!
I also got a beautiful "June Cleaver" punch out embroidered white (not WIDE, contrary to what Alan was calling me) apron from Carol.
Shawn and I showing off our birthday aprons.
In case you were wondering, the answer is yes--I did wear the princess crown and boa all morning. I felt very comfortable dressing like a pink princess and I did not want the feeling to end.
It was another year of fabulous.
The only thing that would have made the day any better would have been if Yo Bob would have sat still long enough for his glamor shot. This is gonna have to do.