Monday, June 18, 2012

I Mowed!


Yes, I know, really not an accomplishment. Especially since I can't walk in a straight line to save my life (Seriously. It's a good thing Darrell isn't one of those guys who is super anal about how his lawn looks. Actually--it's too bad Darrell isn't one of those guys who is super anal about how his lawn looks because I guarantee he'd never let me out there again). But since this is only the second time in my life that I've mowed, I'm allowed to be proud of myself for actually doing it (especially since there are a few kids in our neighborhood who would have gladly taken $20 to mow it for me). And now I can (finally) cross it off the "101 in 1001" list.

Before you go all calling me a lazy-ass for never mowing, you should that I grew up with a dad and brother who always assumed the male responsibility of yard work, so neither my sister nor I rarely had to hep out. Plus one of my grandpas has always lived in Sioux Falls, and he absolutely loves mowing (Seriously. Still at eighty-seven. The doctors won't let him use a push-mower any more, but he loves being able to get out on his rider), so he would come by and pick up the slack if my brother and dad couldn't get it done. My dad did try to teach me once when I was about thirteen, but when he started it up with me at the push bar and the self-drive feature kicked in causing the mower to lurch forward, I freaked out and let go. And he must have felt bad for scaring me because he never tried again.

I do owe an apology to my college housemates, though. I really didn't pull my own weight with the mowing responsibilities (considering I lived there for nearly a year and mowed once, and that was in the weeks before graduation). I did make Darrell mow the lawn at the house a few times (because, you know, I just had to study for my killer test), but certainly not enough for what some of the other girls did. So consider this a long overdue apology--and a promise that if I'm ever in your neighborhood you are more than entitled to make me mow your lawn. Just as long as you don't care if your lawn has more loops and swoops than a roller coaster.

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