Mowing -vs- Weed eating

We had to mow yesterday evening. All because we have had so much rain that it's making the grass grow extremely fast. I guess I shouldn't complain because there are some of you out there that haven't gotten any rain.

Well, Hubster gave me the option to mow with the riding mower or weed eat. Normally, I wouldn't hesitate to mow. I enjoy riding the mower and the tractor. I am woman, hear me roar.

But, Hubster is a little particular with the way the grass is mowed. Especially if it is connected to our house. It all has to look uniform and such. I just hop on the mower and drive and mow. I see a cricket in the grass and it sees me and we have races as to who can reach a certain part of the yard the quickest.

Or I forget which row I'm on and start a new crooked row. Usually though, the kids end up calling me and I get distracted and somehow end up scalping the grass. Hubster doesn't like that.

We have a pretty big front yard. You can see part of it here.
The only thing I don't like when mowing this yard, is that it is on a hill. I always feel as if I'm going to fall off the mower.

See Hubster's fine lined rows? He mows with precision while I mow with -well, unprecision.

His rows all have to be equal distance apart and the same number of grass on each row. My rows just end up partly scalped and with grass still standing tall where I forgot to mow.

So I chose to weed eat instead. My only problem was that our weed eater had died. The battery had died and I had to recharge it. I went next door to my neighbors to borrow hers. They have a nice one. It's big, long and heavy.

So I weed eated around the trees, around the mailbox and such. I got this crazy whim that I needed to weed eat my neighbors yard because her husband is out of town and it was a little overgrown.

By the time I got up to our house, my arms couldn't take it anymore. I'm a wimp, ok, I get it. Today, my arms are hurting because they are not used to such heavy work. I couldn't even feell them last night.

I guess next time I will just tell Hubster that I'll mow. Even if my lines don't come out perfect.

The cheese stick that wants to be a light saber

I've been playing catch up today. You know, catch up with the dishes, especially the cups, that seem to multiply throughout the day. Catch up with the laundry that tried to overtake my bed. Catch up with the food that seems to be doing it's own science experiment in my fridge.

AND, I didn't go to the store to buy food for my chihuahua. I'll have to make her a gourmet dinner or something.

I wanted to thank you all for praying for baby Hannah. The last update we got was that they were taking the tubes out and were weaning her off the meds. Please continue to pray for her and her family. She will be there a minimum of two weeks before they let her come home.

But here's a funny story. UB took him a snack to karate. Since he doesn't do karate yet, he thinks he needs to eat while we are there. He took him a healthy little snack today since I haven't gone to the store to buy unhealthy snacks.

Before we went to karate, I had to drop some books off at the library. AB makes the drop for me and then we drive over to the next place.

UB is frantically looking for his cheese stick. Blaming AB for not being able to find it. He's worried that he won't have anything to eat and now he's going to starve. "How can I watch karate and not have a snack mom?" was his question.

We arrive at our destination and I help him look for this cheese stick that needs to be eaten. After about ten minutes, he looks at me innocently and says "Mom, now I remember. I put the cheese stick in the middle of the book to mark the page I was looking at. I think it's at the library".

So right now, there is a lonely little cheese stick stuck in the middle of a Star Wars book, pretending to be a light saber while it fights with Darth Vader.

Wordless Wednesday

A prayer request and praise

I know I'm late posting today. All because of school. At least that seems a good excuse.

Our field up front had knee length grass growing. I was having a hard time finding my chihuahua when she went outside. It had been raining quite a bit that it gave the grass some boost to grow.

So off I went yesterday after school to go mow. The tractor has a dead battery so I just drove the mower. I like the mower because I can go fast. But I like the tractor because I feel big in it. Oh well, I can never be happy.

While I was mowing, the boys were making mud patties behind the shop. I couldn't see them, but when I ran out of gas and went to get the gas can, I saw what they were doing.

Of course, by this time I had found out that they had brought a big bucket filled with mud inside my house. My clean house that I hard worked so hard at. Then, I found a plastic bowl that I had been looking for from inside my house. Time and time again I had asked them if they knew where the bowl was. No mom, was always their response. Imagine my surprise when I see it outside filled with mud and such and they tell me that they didn't know THAT was the bowl I was talking about. When they asked if I wanted it back, I just told them they could keep it.

But while I was mowing, I was praising God in all that he does. You see, there is this couple at church that just had their third little girl. Baby Hannah. She is a week and a half old. When she was born, all was well. The day after she was born, she started having heart issues. They rushed her to the children's hospital nearby. They found out that her two arteries, one pumps blood, the other oxygen, to her heart were reversed. The surgeon did a balloon procedure two days after she was born, just to get her heart to work.

There is no surgeon in the state of Oklahoma that would perform the operation of switching the two arteries. They found one in Texas. They med flight the baby there while the parents drove down.

The surgeon that was found is a Christian. A praying one at that. He definitely believes in miracles. The surgery was yesterday. It started at 7:30 am and by 2:15pm, it was almost complete and successful. What a wonderful God.

She is still not out of the woods yet, but I ask that you all pray for Baby Hannah. She will stay intubated for a couple more days and the family will have to live at the Ronald McDonald house during their stay.

So while I was mowing, I was crying tears of joy for this baby girl and her family. I was also thanking God for my family and for all that He continues to do for us.