Yardwork or the Carolina Cup?

Hey Ya’ll! Hope you had a great weekend!

This weekend I got dirty and worked in the yard! My mom tried to get me to join them at the cup all the way up until they left… I even got offered free tickets! But, I decided to learn how to do all the stuff  the guys usually do :-) .

I learned how to use the weed-eater… Well, acutally I learned how to restring the weed-eater after my husband blamed me for breaking it (but I actually only broke half of it… he broke the first half)

I learned how to crank/start the weed-eater… which was quite interesting. Who knew starting a weed-eater would be so difficult? I mean 5 cranks on level one and then 5 cranks on level two… and on the 5th pull it should crank? What if I want to put it on level three?

I also learned that cranking a weed-eater is a hazard…I ripped the skin off my fingers… Denver said I should get stitches… I said I would man up and tough it out :-) (I would show a picture but it’s kind of gross.)

My next lesson was to learn how to break the blower and fix it….I mean I can’t help it if it sucks up too many leaves with a few pieces of concrete! The day consisted of Denver huffing and puffing telling me to go inside and that I was more trouble than I was worth… I beg to differ!

However, It feels great to have gotten a chunk of the yard work done! Well… that day it felt great to get it all done… but the next day I was PRETTY sore. I forgot I had muscles in some places.

Next week I’m going to teach Denver how to do all the girly stuff inside! (I’ll let you know how it goes!)

I'm going to teach him that we don't just hang around in our PJ's all day...

Anyways, while I was cleaning the yard my sister was looking GREAT in her Flossy dress…

She’s so pretty….

And has the craziest personality! lol

Now that is talent… Mom, don’t worry… none of the neighbors saw this… we checked! Twice! But I have to say… That’s talent lol

I had the tendency growing up to be somewhat protective and sometimes throw my two sense worth in… even though I shouldn’t. I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard “Flossyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…. STOOOOOPPPPPPPP! You are NOT my mama…”

But, shes my baby sister and I have always wanted to know she’s ok… She’s the best sister I could ever ask for! Love ya girl! :-)