Need a cut?

It's finally FRIDAY! A semi-hot, rather humid one at that.

You know what that means dontcha? It means that 1.) my hair is really close to being "Annie" curly, and 2.) Yard work has returned to my weekends.

I am just not looking forward to my weekend, because it's gonna be HOT! I don't even wanna think about a venture outside this afternoon when I go pick up my son. Then to pick up my lawn mower.
Did I mention that I share a mower with my dad? Technically it's mine, bought it about 3 years ago when we made the switch from apartment renting to house renting. Turns out that when you rent a house, you're in charge of the yard. So back to the mower sharing - my father has had about 3 mowers - one of which was stolen from the back, another was taken by a buddy "for repairs" and never returned, and the last of which was repaired, but went kaput--so that is how I came to share my lawn mower.
It's kinda funny in a not so funny way. I usually cut the yard every other weekend (friday evenings, the front and saturday mornings i cut the back). Except when Dad asks to borrow it. He will come pick it up, and that's the last I'll see of it until I decide the grass reaaaaallllly needs to be cut, then I've gotta go pick it up. He always says he'll bring it back, but then nature will do something stupid like, oh i don't know---rain, and his yards will need to be cut again. Then the yard at the shop will need to be mowed, too. Then it'll rain again, and you get the picture. It's a vicious cycle that ends only when I go pick up my mower. By that time the pretty weeds I call grass will be taller than I am and if I really wanted to I could totally get lost outside.
Point I'm making here is, I need to win the lottery so I can hire someone to do my parent's lawn. Because I actually enjoy mowing the lawn.

Rain Gloom

World, I'm not ready to venture out in you today as you have decided to cut open the clouds and pour copious amount of rain - oh, there goes the weatherbug. Now we are under a flood advisory until 6:15 this early evening.

Normally I love rain. To me it symbolizes the cleansing powers of nature. But not today. Definitely not today. It reflects my mood, all gloomy and crappy.


All I need is a chance to just sit back, think to myself, all will be well, and a great big shot of some sort of alcohol, which, sadly, I cannot have.

Now, to drown my sorrows in -EEK!- an afternoon workout. I've got a date with my DVD player and Jackie Warner. I hope those "feel good" endorphins kick in soon.