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July 17 Outdoor Ed.Aka: Lawnmowing 101
Don't listen to my husband's version, it is wrong. This is the way it happened...
We have owned a few lawnmowers in our homeowner days. Usually they just wouldn't start for me. I never had enough strength in my arms to get it going. So my husband would start it and then I would take over. Sometimes once a mower had warmed up I could restart it. Sometimes. Anyways after we moved into this house we got a new (second hand) mower. And to my amazement, I could start it. Only problem was, it would never go very far. It would putt...putt...putt...and then choke. I keep telling my husband "I can't get the lawnmower to work, it keeps choking. You need to mow the lawn." So then eventually he mows the lawn. And then weeks later I get desperate again and try the lawnmower. "I can't get the lawnmower to work. It keeps choking" And we go over the checklist. Yes it has gas, yes it has oil. Yes the bag is empty. No it's not clogged underneath. Finally the lawn is taller than the cat. Yesterday I try it again. Doesn't work so I wait for my husband to come home from work. "Go start the lawnmower for me" so he does. "Now what the hell did you do different than me?" "You had the throttle all the way up here."
(I'll tell you what I would like to throttle)
What I would like to know is why didn't anyone tell me there was a throttle???????? All this time and nobody ever mentioned that there was a throttle. All this time and I could have been mowing the lawn. And the worst part is... In that first two lengths of the lawn that I DID get done on my own yesterday morning, I mowed over the cord to the weedwhacker and chewed it up real good (in my defense the grass is like a foot high and it should't have been left laying across the back yard anyways). GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR  July 14 Last DayWow, It's been a while. I had actually started to blog the other day when I was pissed off at the world again but deleted it. Well today was my last day working at the bank. And what a day it was. It started out with much pain (again, my neck has been hurting for a while and I thought it was getting better but today was bad again. But I went to the drug store and got some stuff. So now I still know that it hurts but I don't care any more.) So then I went to work at the bank and it's Friday so it was busy. And I really would rather have been in bed so I was a little grumpy and i guess it showed a little too much. But then I got to go for lunch with my husband and son and by this time I was feeling a bit better. Anyways there is this lady who brings sample books and leaves them for the week and you can order them, so I ordered a few. Today was delivery day and she didn't leave the books I ordered for the kids. I called and they said they would get her to come back but she never did. The other book was a cookbook, so I tried something new for supper. Well, I called my husband and told him he had better get his own supper. It was that bad. Oh well. Anyways, today was my last day at the bank. It's back to the book store full time, hopefully I will be able to keep up and get my scrapbook section back on track again too. I really have to go to bed though so off I go. July 03 That Sister Bond.This is too cool. I went out to the lake yesterday with my friend. It was a big family get together, there were her mom and dad and grandma, aunts and uncles, brothers and cousins, and all their significant others. There was quite a few people there, but I felt welcome and had a wonderful time. It was a day of firsts for me. I rode on a quad for the first time, wached them play their annual family Botchi(? I don't know how to spell it, I had never heard of it until yesterday) ball tournament and rode on a seadoo for the first time. That took some coaxing but I am glad I went, it was very cool. And if anyone has read my husband's blog they already know that my arms and face are nicely burnt (that's not a first). Now, Sunday is my day that I get to call my sister. I don't even think I called, it probably didn't occur to me that it was Sunday because of the holiday and long weekend (never fails to screw up my timing). So she called me this morning, and explained that she wasn't home yesterday because she was at the lake. I said I was at the lake too and proceeded to tell her about the quad, seadoo and sunburn. She said that she had been on a quad for the first time and had wanted to go on a seadoo but didn't get a chance and that she was also sunburnt. Then she was going on about who all was there and said that they had played Botchi ball. We had practically the same experiences on the same day at two different lakes hours apart without even knowing it at the time. How freaking cool is that? |
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