Hoo Boy!
04/25/2011 Leave a comment
Well, for the first time this season, I mowed my lawn. Let me repeat that, I mowed my lawn. You might recall what happened the last time I blogged about mowing my lawn. Ahem, I need to video tape my lawn mowing because the outfits themselves WOULD BE WORTH IT. Trust me on that one. And no this time I did not wear a pink polka-dotted dress and flip-flops. Today I was in tight black pants strategically shoved placed in rain boots. That’s right ladies I wore rain boots to mow the lawn. Rain boots that come halfway up shin.
It turns out that this was a good judgment call (unlike the dress and flip flops). Let’s be honest, the reason I wore my rain boots was because my grass was close to two feet tall. And it was wet. Very wet. It’s rained a lot the last few weeks… A LOT. And rain generally means two things when you’re talking about lawn mowing… lots and lots of growth and no mowing. So, you can imagine what it was like mowing two feet of lawn through thick, wet grass. It was awesome. Or not. I’ll let you be the judge. Next time I’m just taking a week whacker to it all.
Anyways, it’s done and I survived. I only wanted to cry once (OK maybe more than once but it was not many more times than once) and I managed to keep from cursing (under my breath or otherwise) the entire time. I’m pretty sure that’s a personal record (sad! I know). I’m not sure how I will feel tomorrow- my arms might be sore and my calves might be cramping. But I will proudly take those sore muscles and cramps because my lawn looks bad ass decent. Wamp! Wamp!
Wouldn’t you think I could handle a little grass? Because ME TOO!? But instead the grass handled me. I had to use all different moves and maneuvers to get it done. It’s amazing all the different ways you can mow your lawn. My lines were no where near straight. I had some push, pull action going on, and sometimes I pushed it on two wheels (don’t tell anyone, please). It will probably come as no surprise that every.single.time I mow my lawn a stranger offers to HELP. I must come off as that pathetic inexperienced if complete strangers are asking if they CAN MOW MY LAWN. Which sounds dirty, and maybe it is, maybe that’s why I always turn them down. Because who wants to mow someone’s lawn for free!? What else could they possible want? A conversation? Ahem. There must be a rule about that somewhere. You must at least pay $10 (I wish) for lawn service.
At this point I’m not even sure what I’m talking about… lawn mowing obviously makes me delirious. Look out for another delirious post sometime next week in the next weeks when I manage to mow again. Will I ever mow again? At this point I’m just not sure. I mean with all this rain, I do wonder how fast and furious it will grow THIS TIME. I dread to even think… until then!
xoxo


