They call us the Boody Bunch

And this weekend we took the Marie McQuiddy softball world by storm

OK...it really can't honestly be classified as "by storm". But hey--we "participated" like nobody's business!! And when I say "we" participated, I should clarify that only those people whose names appear on the team roster below participated.

As you can see, my name does not appear on the roster, therefore I was not allowed anywhere near a softball bat, softball mitt, and there seemed to have been a definite effort to keep my body off the softball fields. So I took that to mean that my purpose for the day was to properly cheer and encourage our team by heckling--I mean harassing--I mean distracting the opposing teams. (Side note: word on the street is that the large gentleman on the Jubilee team that I was "allegedly" teasing by calling a teddy bear tossing cupcakes instead of softballs may be filing a protective order against me. Can anyone confirm or deny this story? Anyone?)

The games started at 7:00 am (I reiterate -- 7:00am) on a non-work day. But -hey- that's ok. It's all good when it comes to the Boody Bunch. Lydon made it on time. In fact, he was even a little early.

This is what the fan base looks like at 7:00 am. It was just a little bit chilly that early in the morning. And believe it or not, Aaron worked on his hair before we left the house, which means he intended for his hair to look like that.
Team Chairwoman, Uncle Jill and Little Yo. Please note: so help me, I will disable all comments if anyone reminds me of just how beautiful and skinny and young looking and blah, blah blah Uncle Jill is especially at 7am. I am fully aware. No reminders are necessary.

Buster likes to tell me that the sun rises and sets with him. It just so happens that he was right on Saturday.
Buster exhibited some of his mother's artistic talents by designing the team t-shirts. Buster, Buster, Buster.....He also had to bring the "tissue factor" to his and Tiff's shirts. Buster chose the number "2" which is the month our mom passed away and Tiff chose the number "13" which is the day she passed away. Hang on --- I gotta go get a tissue. Dang you Buster!Yo Bob served as our team mascot and even sported a Boody Bunch t-shirt.

Chase has just got to stay sharp....He never know's when Carol's gonna sneak a lovin on him Uncle Jill doing a little double duty by running the snack shack
What a great -blistering hot- day to spend watching softball. What made it even better was that we got spend time with the gals from work and their families.

Teresa and DaleLeslie

Leslie's hubby Travis

"Lil Red"
Colton doing a little maintenance work. He had brought in this fireworks garbage that he found in the parking lot. Colton, I think Yo Bob would like to speak with you about his future on Yo Bob's yard crew. Please submit your resume.
We even got to play against our former co-worker Mackenzie.

Here are some of my favorite action shots from the day.

Lydon "Pinky Long Legs" Lafitte

Jason "Young Guns" Carrigan

Nate "Team Captain" Roberts

Babooshka "Ball Bunter" Roberts

Tiff "The Skull Crusher's Momma" Netz
Quinn "The Do-Rag" Toone

Stephanie "The Newlywed" Pentz

Shaelee "The Stylist" Pentz

Buster "Ol' Man" Netz
Kasey "Spoon Me" Comer

Diana "Drivers License" Pentz

Chaz "What's that in your Can Cozy?" Rowser

Brittney "I wished I had her legs" Rowser

Unfortunately, this all the closer RaVonna "The Party Coordinator" McQuiddy would let us get to the coveted trophy.
Apparently, 2011 just wasn't the year for the Boody Bunch and their softball team debut.
Our scores were pretty sad

Game #1---27 to 3 (we were the 3)

Game #2 --- 13 to 33 (we were the 13)

Game #3 --- 11 to 10 ( we were the 10)

Game #4 see picture below

They wiped the score off before I could even get a picture of it.

I think lookin at Buster and Lydon walking off the field in the right hand side of the picture tells the story...........

I questioned whether or not softball was really our thing. I suggested that maybe we should start a bowling league team instead. That didn't go over well..... The Boody Bunch will be rallying and will begin practicing shortly for the 2012 Marie McQuiddy tournament.

Chuck-o-wagon-o-rama

Get it?

Chuck Wagon

Chuck-o-Rama

Chuck-o-wagon-o-rama!

I don't get along well with summer. They don't make enough extra strengh/prescription strength/manly strength deoderant for gigantor gals like me to make it comfortably through the blazin' season. But I have to admit that I do have one favorite part of summer----I am a HUGE fan of Chuck Wagon breakfast. And Chuck Wagon Breakfast is bascially the starting bell to summer round these parts.

Yo Bob/Cookie served up a good one this year. The hashbrowns were nice and toasty........and when I can convince him to bring back the bacon, all will be right with the world.

We got to treat Carol and Alan to their first Chuck Wagon.

Carol's sister Sylvia and her husband Barry made a layover in Morgan from California on their way to Wyoming so we also go to show off Morgan County Search and Rescue's finest breakfast skills to them.

Hangin out with Buster at the Chuck Wagon......just like the good old days......

Deep Creek = Jelly Stone Park

Yo Bob and Buster own a lovely piece of property up Deep Creek. I say that Yo Bob and Buster own it because I am not much of a fan of the great outdoors or of sitting in the dirt, or eating food with bugs in it or of peeing in the woods. I am more of a stay at home-close to my own couch, close to my own potty, close to my own fridge kind of a gal.

Buster keeps trying to lure me up to Deep Creek with promises of cook outs, fire pits, and fun. I think I have finally figured out the true reason why he is trying to get me up there:

He wants to use me as bear food!!

Thank you-thank you Chad Carrigan for letting me borrow these pictures of the black bear that you got at Deep Creek. The top picture shows the bear up on his hind legs and the bottom picture shows him sniffing around.

Now that I know that the that fella is up there poking around, I'll stay down here and enjoy the chickens and the bees!

Nice try Buster!

What happens when the "Yard Budget" gets cut at the Lafitte house

Since all of our money now goes towards chicken feed and bee keeper outfits, we have had to take drastic measures by slashing our yard budget. Effective immediately, the following yard budget cuts have been made:

We have had to hire cheap manual labor to help move pipe while we re-lay the sprinklers in the back yard.

And there goes the cheap help running off with the new sprinkler pipe......

We have had to get discounted garden gnomes and come to find out they talk back

And the lame tigers we got for the petting zoo just aren't as vicious as we had hoped for
And if that wasn't enough --- the hired help that ran off with our sprinkler pipe is now using it as a chew toy.

Times are tough all over.

You have been warned

Dear Thugs and Burglars:

Even though this sign is visibly posted in my front yard

And this little sticker is annoyingly stuck to every single window in our home

But the thing that should make you think twice before you assault our home is this little fella. He will bring the hurt. Respect da Moose.

You lookin at me?

Movin on up

According to the "Bringing up Bees" bible, it was time to pop the lid off their single story living accommodations and check their progress. So this weekend Tim and Carol did just that......

They pop the top

And smoked them into submission

So that they could get a good look at how they were doing.

And by the looks of it, they are doing just fine thank you very much. Look at that honeycomb on the lid

This is just a little pile that they scraped off

The book says that once their box starts looking like this, they are too cozy and it is time to build a second storyAnd now the Lafitte bees are living comfortably in a beautiful two story duplex. Hey Gwen...does this mean that their property taxes will go up? :)
If you look closely at the side of the box in the picture below, you will see the bees moving into their new place. They don't waste time!

We won't see usable amounts of honey until sometime in the fall but is was cool to see this bit of honeycomb that they scraped off the boxes.