She raised me to be independent thinking, hard working,
car tire changing, chip-in-when-you-can kind of person.
Actually, that car tire thing was all my dad.
And the oil change thing.
And anything mechanical.
My parents are very practical people.
Either that, or they never figured I'd sucker
Long story short, I am not a girly girl...by any stretch of the imagination.
I worked through college at Menards.
I had a forklift license, for goodness sake!
(Let's not talk about the whole running-into-the-gutter-display incident, thankyouverymuch)
So, on a day like today, when its nice a sunny out...
..and the temperature is a balmy 50 degrees
...and my husband has been dreading mowing the lawn for the past few weeks
well, youbetcha I'll help him out!
I'm good like that.
C was napping.
Audit phone calls were made.
It's either sit on the couch and watch soaps or head outside to mow the lawn.
While the former sounded cool (who wouldn't want to know about someone whose long lost love returned from the dead only to find out they are actually an identical twin who has split personalities)
I opted for the latter.
After all, I'm a team player.
I spend 30 minutes cleaning up the
I get the mower out of storage.
Find a gas tank that has some liquid in it, quick wiff...yep, gas.
Fill the tank.
Prime the mower...three times.
pull the throttle.
grab the string
ouch, my arm.
and now my shoulder
ok, I'm done.
I tell D about it when he gets home- you know,
He goes to the mower.
But does he mow the lawn then?
He puts the mower away!
So, again today....
C. is asleep.
Audit calls were made.
Evil identical twin is still on tv...
...but the same story line will be on in 4 months, I'll catch it then.
I head out...
...and AGAIN have to spend way too much time cleaning up the yard.
(note to self: one shovel per child...that's it. They have imaginations, they can use them)
Pull out the mower.
Prime the engine.
Grab the stringPULL!
And that ends my landscaping career of 2010.