Here I go again.....and again!`

OK, so I have not posted a single thing since 2008. That is not to say nothing has been happening since then it is a simple case of the "I don't wanna's" a harmless little bug my kids seem to be teeming with these days.

I have spent all of this summer sweeping, washing and squeegee-ing the patio to prepare for pool parties and washing endless mountains of beach towels after pool parties. Go ahead, look at facebook. You can see for yourself we have spent the summer trying to wear the coping off the edges of the pool. I have the greatest tan of my life this summer and I owe it all to yard work!

Since the pool is surrounded by a magnificent, glorious green carpet of St. Augustine grass my husband (the yard Nazi) decided we (and by we he means ME) so... I should push mow around the pool with a bag attached to the mower in an effort to keep clippings out of the pool! (Yeah! OK but what about all the "flingings" that fly into the pool when you come around the edge with the weed wacker???) That is a whole different process with a whole different set of guidelines set forth by the same crazy dude making up all the other crazy yard rules. ANYWAY!! The bag on the mower...that is the catalyst for my almost weekly outdoor break down. The bag to yard ratio is way off so one is required to empty the bag in excess of 10 times to finish the back yard alone. I KNOW!

This little chore is no easy task as the yard is on a slope for drainage purposes because the hill we live on simply won't do the trick. The grass is absurdly thick from the daily watering and it's squishy which makes the dang mower hard to push. Then there is the damn bag again! It weighs at least 40 pounds every time it needs to be emptied. The clippings are almost always stuck so now you have to shake the 40 pound bag of moist freshly clipped grass to and fro, up and down, bang it on the side of the trailer......yeah there is a trailer too and a 4 wheel ATV so one can drive the 400 pounds of grass clippings down the hill and dump them. The process works like a charm but is amazingly hard work and I am a grown woman. In size only of course otherwise I would be better equipped to deal with this life task. Anyway, my husband somehow thinks our 7 year old son can handle this job which I know from personal, weekly experience he cannot therefore I am stuck with the job until the kid grows another 4 feet. Yes, no need to ask...my husband is out of his mind and everyone knows it except him. He thinks he is a "multi-tasker" but we all know he's just plain crazy.

So, between cleaning, washing and mowing I have not found much time to sit and type. However, after having vented a little here today I think I may have to make time. Besides, I think St. Augustine goes dormant some time around October...right?