Not quite sure what to title this one. 

It has to do with a trip to The Czech Republic, 

a lawn mower, a forsythia bush, 

flower beds, and giving birth. 

You name it. 

I mean it, you name it.

I haven't written for a while because I usually like a visual to 

go with my rantings, er, stories, 

but my camera is in The Czech Republic. 

I decided to mow the lawn so my sweet son would not 

have to come over and do it. 

 Although he told his father he would

take care of his mother while he was gone, I felt

I should man up and take care of the lawn. 

ROFLMAO!!!

I don't even want to get started on my lack of skill in working the 

self propel feature. Let's just say, the lawn mower 

dragged me across much of the yard.

And I had the bright idea to start on the front yard

so all of St. Charles could witness and enjoy 

my learning curve. 

OK, forsythia bush.

 It is, well, was, one crazy

out of control all over the place mess. 

The first year we lived here I came home one afternoon

to see my guys chopping the heck out of the poor thing.

Man did I give them what for and they have left it alone ever since. 

Um, it's kind of a real pain to mow around, under, near. 

Wish I had my camera. 

You would be impressed by the destruction I have wrecked. 

It's gonna be a breeze to mow past in the future. 

Flower beds, you know those neat amoeba shapes

that look so artsy in your yard?

Yea, well all things that are not at absolute 90 degree angles

are a PAIN to mow around. 

Know how we women like to say that if men 

had to give birth there would

be a zero population growth?

Well, 

if I had to mow there would be

squared off shrubs, 

squared off flower beds,

and perhaps, a condo in my very near future.