

I like yard work (for the most part, except picking weeds). I have been like that for as long as I can remember. When I graduated to a house in the ghetto instead of the apartment on Moan St, I often volunteered to borrow the neighbor's lawn mower and mow our yard. Sometimes, I mowed while running and considered it my work out. When I came inside to everyone laughing at me, I didn't understand why. It was a great work out.
I've been known to put Riley in his stroller and mow the yard with all the other neighborhood husbands outside. I would secretly wonder if this caused family disputes. Was I raising the bar for housework? I have my very own weed eater, edger, and blower and Ross has his.
I prefer electric. He prefers gas.
One day Ross called when I had just mowed. After a few minutes of convincing him of my technique with Riley and not using the yard guy this particular time, he believed me. I asked for a new lawn mower and had to explain that our lawn mower, while great in its time, needed to be retired. It puttered along...literally. PUTT, PUTT, DIE! The neighbor was mowing 3 rows to my 1 and I'm leaning forward trying to get another inch out of the thing. I think it was back firing too. Ross found the whole thing to be hilarious. I was not seeing any humor in the situation, but agreed to table the request until he got home. In the mean time, Bob picked it up for repair. Mom and Dad came up Saturday and brought me their power washer to clean up some mud around the driveway and pool. Well, there wasn't much power in the power washer and we couldn't figure out why so I decided to go buy one. I was feeling quite proud of myself for picking out my new purchase and getting it set up to run. I used it for 30 minutes all the while thinking this is cool. It's gas so Ross will approve and it's high powered (also a plus). I'm thinking it's working really well when all of a sudden water starts spewing like California's old faithful geyser from the long cord.
The machine shuts itself off and I find a melted spot in the cord. I look a little closer to read the words "keep away from heat". Apparently, it had come in contact with the metal box.
Fortunately, Walmart sells these cords and it was an easy fix.
I guess I wasn't quite as cool as I thought I was and now I'm wondering if all the malfunctions are operator errors!!
My recent request was this hanging extension cord (Thanks Bob!). This was my request for Ross's Christmas present. I think it's the coolest outdoor extension cord ever! It's like 50 feet long so I can take my power equipment all over the place. Don't get me wrong. If it comes down to laying mulch, blowing the driveway, or shopping I'm shopping and then I might need a mani/pedi for all that hard work back at the house.
I was going to add little tools decorated with flowers and such to my birthday list thinking Ross would be happy to keep me out of his since I'm not good at putting them right back where I found them, but after some consideration I think it might be best to leave the handy work to the handy people. I have battle wounds on my hands from trying to unscrew something outside from a tight squeeze. I'm quite happy to hand over the handy work on Tuesday and who knows maybe there will be a new lawn mower for me to enjoy here and there this summer.