Watchin' potatoes grow . . .

To class up Rhett's derby car for the 4th of July parade I thought a Derby Queen would be just the ticket. I elected myself Miss Derby Queen 2009. This was my only chance to be any kind of a Queen, so I took my chance and ran with it. It turned out to be the hit of the parade!

I think my being the Derby Queen and all must have brought some good luck to Rhett. He ended up getting 2nd place in the derby! With his derby car being in 6 derby's already, it was me being his good luck charm that got him through, I am sure of it!!! Right Rhett???

Jett was so excited that his name was on the car and his Dad got a trophy. He asked his Dad if he would be able to hear him cheer if he cheered really loud. Rhett said no, so Jett said "Dad, just look for the kid that is jumping up and down." And he was jumping up and down, and screaming and he couldn't figure our why Dad couldn't see or hear him.

Oh dear me! Our Redneck ways!

Two family reunions and they could not have been any more different. Not that any one of them was better than the other. But looking back I realize that I am a very well rounded person. I get a taste of two worlds. And you know, it's great! I can be tough and rough, and I can wear French perfume and stilettos! And I will get there just the same! Yeee Haa!

This pic is of my Father-in-law showing me the ropes of how to go about chopping a chicken's head off. He told me to imagine the worst thing that Rhett has ever done to me, picture Rhett's head on the chopping block, and really put my back into it. Well, that is exactly what I did and that poor chicken didn't have a chance.

Let me just give a little back ground on how I exactly ended up here at this unlikely place. I just happened to be watching Oprah one day (a show my husband does not particularly love because I sometimes get some crazy ideas, this maybe one of them) It was a show about how awful these meat farms are, very inhumane. I just happened to tell Rhett how sad I thought it was and that the meat was not healthy. He then, without hesitation, told me he would raise me some 'organic chickens' for our family. The next week I had 50 baby chicks in my garage in cages. And this is where this story began. I am all for eating more healthy, and I gladly jumped on the band wagon, thinking of course that I would not be present on butcher day. I would happily cook the healthy chicken up for my family to enjoy. Well in the Summers family that is just flat out unacceptable, which I should have known. So here I am on butcher day, dressed in my white jeans thinking to myself 'I really can't believe I got myself into this!' But I was not about to 'Chicken out' I had to be a tough country chick and get the job done!

This was nothing but a light snack for Rhett's Grandma. She had to do this every year and pluck and gut the chickens all herself. She says whatever you do "just don't name what's soon to be dinner!"

Not all was blood and guts that week. We had a great time at the pond and being together. The Summers' do know how to keep life crazy and interesting.

Next stop . . . the Country Club. A little golf, tennis, spa, pool. We did it all. There was supposed to be a little R&R in there, but with kids running wild all day it never really seemed to happen.

The men gearing up for the big golf tourney.

Grandpa Dwight's favorite dessert . . . toasted marshmallows. He especially likes them sticking to the bottom of his shoe or in his hair. Yummmm!

Rhett's latest prized trophy. It was about all those four men could handle getting that big boy up on the wall. Thank goodness Tylor has been diligent with the PX 90 or that elk might have been sleeping in the middle of me and Rhett.

Aaaaaaah. The spa. Now that is how to spend a day. Relaxing with my gals. We finally got our day just like the guys, but we need to somehow now incorporate a 'practice round' into the schedule. Any ideas ladies???

The annual Golf Tournament. Although very cold it was beautiful.

Rhett's redneck putter didn't quite pull him through. If he could only get it to preform like his redneck derby car he would be set.

Jordan hasn't lost his swagger on the course, even though he is not used to 'extreme' weather conditions.

The Big Kahuna showing 'em how it's done. No really, he does pride himself on being an excellent coach, just ask Jordan . . and Rhett . . and Eric . . and Tylor . . .