I've been busy lately. Up to what you ask? Momma put my ass to work. Mowing the lawn. On one of those ride on mowers. I don't know what the proper terminology for those things are, so 'scuse my ignorance. Apparently, I come off as a bit of a priss, because when I told dh about this, he laughed so hard I thought he was going to wet himself (No. Really. If he were drinking milk it would've shot out of his nose) . At least I bring a little bit of happy all the way over there to Iraq. I thought I should dispel the rumors of me being a priss by posting appropriate pics here. So, without further ado (Don't hold your breath. It's kind of like Stuart. "Look what I can do!") .
Here she is!
The 1992 Prom Queen! Just kidding. I lost. To the girl that my boyfriend cheated on me with. I could SO be a bad soap opera. Where's the damn writers? I've got fodder! Don't be sad, be amazed, because THIS neverending green stuff? That's what I mowed.
Pretty damn impressive, isn't it? Now, now, everybody, let's not all ooh and ahh at the same time. I just kept mowing and mowing and mowing and then Momma waved for me to come in. "You mowed way back there!" she said. "I thought I was supposed to do the whole field!" I exclaimed. "Well, you can," she answered. So I was really just out there mowing for the hell of it. The only difficult part I had was the ruts. I guess you're not supposed to mow on the ruts - you go perpendicular to them, so the mower doesn't flip. Well, flying along on that thing is quite a bumpy ride. If you bump too high and your butt is not in contact with the seat, the mower stalls out. I don't even want to mention how many times that happened to me today *cough cough*. Nosiree, we'll just not talk about that.
I did have a blonde moment today, though. My cousin was burning some of the old wood, and as we were standing out in the field, I noticed that everyone was slowing down and waving. I commented upon it, and he said, "We're not that big of an attraction, Alex. There's a yield sign there." Boy did I feel stupid. Maybe the sun fried my brains a little. I'll be out there tomorrow again. Wish me smooth riding and no rocks.