Friday, May 13, 2011


It seems each week that passes brings a new "milestone" without Michael. Easter, Mother's Day and coming up graduation. He's been gone one whole month. Just doesn't seem possible - at times I think it's been longer than 30 days. In my mind, it seems like yesterday.

We've had our share of things going "KAPLOOEY" around the house. First, the oven quit last weekend. Three days later - $117 and it's fixed. The truck tire on the passenger side kept going flat - pulled the screw out of the tread and $21 to Firestone - it's fixed. I'm quite proud of myself for being able to take care of these things without a melt-down. But, what happened last night made me lose my composure.

Monsoon season appearing to be over, the back yard grass was in dire need of a trim, so I pulled the push mower out of the shed. Filled it up with petrol. It started OK and cut the grass just fine - for about ten seconds. After struggling with the machine stopping and starting for 20 minutes, I had enough!

I pushed the thing into the driveway and started to yell, "YOU STUPID MOWER! WHY WON'T YOU RUN????!!" Then I kicked the thing into submission, twice. "Yeah, that'll show it," I thought to myself. My neighbor witnessed it all and was laughing hysterically.

Then, I pulled the cord. VOILA! It started and sounded normal. I was able to finish cutting the grass afterall.

The moral of the story: If it don't work; kick it.

So, I'm learning to survive and thrive. Not to mention improving my kicking game.

Love ya,


Jennifer said...

Hahaha, love how you tamed that mower! You are a strong woman in so many ways

Linda and Piwacket said...

Am I allowed to use that advice on people? There's one or two that could use a swift kick in the ....motor. Love you!