So I was forced to do something about my lawn on Saturday. I knen the state would sometimes come out to peoples homes who had grass so high, they needed a machete to get though it, but I really thought that was just for other lazy asses that want to sleep in. I had let my grass go for about 5 months and was settling into the sixth month when I get a call from my mother letting me in on the dangers of letting your grass get too tall - one of them being the state charging you a buttload to come and mow it. So, rather than spend my money on the government, I grit my teeth and made plans to do it last Saturday.

Since I was up late the night before studying for finals (yes, i do get responsible sometimes), I was dog tired when 10am rolled around. But I made myself get out of bed, put on a cut-off T-shirt (there are some teenage cuties in my neighborhood that I like to tease) and started up the dinosaur of a lawnmower my father had so lovingly chose for me (cheaper is better - so says my father), so I pushed it on the lawn and attempted to learn as I went. I had never had a lawn before (at least not one I had to mow) and desperately wanted to make sure it didn't look like the time I tried to cut my hair myself in the eighth grade.

I had no idea how little grass I had on my lawn and that the trees roots were so visible, I only had half a front lawn with a few wisps of weeds here and there. How depressing. Even though I was thrilled at the prospect of a lawn that didn't need nearly the time I thought I had to spend on it, the lawns all around me were healthy and alive (and yes, the grass was really greener on the other side).

Oh well, it only took me 20 minutes to mow the front lawn and it looked pretty decent (well, at least better than the 8th grade haircut) and I was set for an equally easier time on the back yard. Wrong. Even though it was actually healthier, the person before me thought it very important to have a brick casing around each and every tree and even brick casings for flowers that didn't even exist (nor will they as everything I try to grow dies an angry death). So I had to edge all of the bricks. Then I noticed that my back yard had a drop off into a 10 foot ditch, so until i realized I should edge that too, I almost fell in a few times and taking the lawnmower with me.

Anyway, to keep this story short, it took me a long damn time to mow the lawn and I didnt' realize gloves were important so now my hands are adorned with daffy duck and tweetie bird bandaids to signify my stupidity. It's not a power mower, so I had to work at getting this thing going. And I am told that since it's summer, I will have to do this almost every week. Next time I am bringing the cam with me. Yes, maybe I am whining a bit, but it's my Moment for Us and if you have a better topic, email me with it.