I spent my day mowing and weedeating our yard today. I had to wait until 10:30 to start because the grass still had dew on it and Deere John doesn’t like to mow wet grass. It took me 3 hours just to mow one acre…the grass was so tall I had to mow on speed “1”. Glug, glug….glug, glug….
Then, I had the lovely task of moving all the crappe (I say it with the accent because it makes it sound more classy, even thought it’s not) out from beside the house along the fence so I could weedeat. Then, I spent the next 4 hours weedeating the entire fencerow, around every bush, along the looooooooong driveway, up around the trees, I even mowed down the monkey grass by the crepe myrtles (there was really too much monkeying around going on there).
Now, I’m too tired to write anymore. There’s much to tell, but as I said, I’m much too tired. I’m off to the shower to get rid of all the grass that is sprouting in places I”ll not mention right now.

Okay, so I’m not really down on soccer moms. I know they’re really just like the rest of us…stretch marks, incision scars, fat rolls….yeah right.

I was blog-surfing last night and I came across a great blog. She had mentioned this blog, The Shape of a Mother, in one of her blogs and since I was blog-surfing, I surfed right on over. Well, needless to say, I spent the next hour hung up there reading every entry.

I’d like to say a big thanks to my new blog friend Tara for having that blog on her blogroll. Very cool. I recently posted the link about touch up artists and I think it’s GREAT to see real moms and their real bodies. These women are beautiful…having kids is a beautiful experience.
While I’d never post a pic of myself on that blog, I will probably continue to read it from time to time just because it’s so cool to hear the stories these women share. Visit it and tell me what you think!

A lovely Thursday to you all

Whoa…I came across this and had to share. I knew many of the photos you see on covers are touched up nowadays, but I had no idea it was to this extreme. Check out the before and afters…
Retouch
It’s no wonder more and more people are addicted to porn…if we can take a young girl and make her look like a big breasted, blonde-haired, blue eyed star, then why would any man want the average girl next door anymore?

Well, the day has come. The one thing I said I’d never do again. I’m having a garage sale tomorrow.
Is there anything worse than having a garage sale?
I don’t think so. Really, I don’t. Just the THOUGHT of haggling over stuff I have bought and KNOW the value of makes me cringe. I’m the type that will usually put a price on the item thats what I think is “really fair” and it just irks the crud out of me when someone wants to talk me down. Okay, the store price tag says $40, I have a sticker that says $5 and you want it for $3? Get out of here! I don’t need your money! :o) Okay…I’m not quite that bad, but I really, really, really hate it.
On the other hand, we really, really, really could use the money! (hence the sole reason of having a garage sale…you want to DO something that requires money you DON’T have)
So, off I go to set up for those early Friday morning risers (the paper says 8am, but I’m not stupid – those crazies start showing up as soon as they see you pulling stuff outside!). Wish me luck!
Happiest of Thursdays to you, mates!