Cut It Out! Just sayin'....

The HR Conference went very well! I'm excited about all that I learned, the people that I met, and the networking that I did! I won't say much in a public forum (FB or Blog), but I am super-uber stoked!

So... I get home and Brian (Dial-a-Husband) is just finishing up cutting my front yard. He takes care of the front - he likes the cut to be the same as the cut of his front yard - and I take care of the back yard. I secretly feel that he thinks I will screw it up and that would look bad for his yard! Just kidding Brian!!!

Oh, let me digress a bit to last Saturday. I got up extremely early to get the yard cut... before 8 am when the temp would be a stifling 85 degrees. If you've ever lived in the South..you can appreciate that the humidity is a bitch. If you plan to do ANYTHING 'yard work-wise' you sure as hell better do it early or after the  sun goes down. I go out to start the riding mower, 'cause I'm lazy that way. It won't crank (shit). I check and it's bone dry...I put in gas. Turn it over...nothing but a drowning cough comes out. Now, I could've just said 'f-it' and went back in the house...grabbed my coffee and tried to think of a way to ask Brain into do it for me.... but I thought of my husband burning his ass up in 130 plus temps everyday...dodging rocket attacks and a high-ranking Army official who thinks the NG (in my husband's MOS) can't do shit because they are NG, less than full-time ARMY, and therefore a drain on the war effort.. I broke out the push mower and mowed the back yard (it's not a small thing)..then I weeded everything I missed with the mower. There were a few moments of delirium when sweat was pouring down my face and blinding me...then I saw the Whitten duo on their back deck ... they could see me - I couldn't wuss out! I kept going until it was all finished. On Sunday morning I got up (early) to plant some flowers that my son-in-law's mother gave me. They are all dying as we speak because I have the blackest thumb in the whole SOUTH! I kept watering the bastards in hopes that they will make a complete recovery! Time will tell.

Reminds me of a funny story about my Mother. My Mother's mind worked in mysterious ways! She could rationalize anything. For 20 years she and my Dad where one of the top truck driving teams for a particular Alabama trucking company. She loved flowers so much and had the most beautiful (and largest) Azalea bushes I've ever seen. Anyway...she wanted a flower garden to come home to. We went over one rare weekend when she and Daddy were home. She had a beautiful flower garden and was so please to show it off - she could wait to take us outside to see it. I'll have to admit...it was the most beautiful garden of fake flowers I have ever seen! That's my kind of gardening!

Now jump forward to today.. so I get home from my trip and think about the next few days. Tomorrow is trivia night at a new Mexican restaurant (I may want to go to that). Friday night is either (1) I'm going up to Nashville, or (2) I'm going to the 12-year tradition of Friday Night Wine/Whine, Cheese fest at the Whittens. Then Saturday I am going to Nashville til Sunday. I knew I either had to cut the grass tonight or else need a bush-hog next week. I check the riding mower - damn, damn, damn...not gonna work for me! As I'm stomping to the garage cussing up a blue streak, to get the push mower.. I just know that I'm going to die of a heat stroke (it was 91 out) or break an effing nail that I just had done! Both would royally piss me off! As I'm pushing the damn mower in a square around one section of the back yard...I see Brain in my back yard...standing there. I straighten my back and arms to show that 'hey, I'm no wimp'. I make my way up to him and he say "You know, if you pull "this" bar up...the front wheels will roll better. Your mower is self-propelled". WTF? I've been pushing this SOB around the yard on at least 4 occasions without knowing that! Then he says.."Hey, I'm going to check your riding mower".  yell after him... "Oh, I tried to crank it and it just won't crank". What happens??? 2 minutes later he's tooling around my yard on the riding mower. Evidently there is a choke thing that has to be in some position, then you have to move it there... Again...WTF? Obviously I missed the Lawn Mower 101 classes that my husband didn't give me! Yes Pook...I've been pushing that f'ing brick of a mower around the backyard all this time!!! I thik Brain felt bad because I was so stupid clueless that we teamed up and got the yard cut within 25 minutes before moving on to cut down a couple of beers!

Geesh....I've never sweated so much in my life! Seriously!

Peace, Love & More Love!