Apr 23 2009
I think it is one of those weeks!
So, yesterday I was too tuckered out to really read over the research to explain more and today just isn’t a whole lot better!
I did get the lawn mower blade that Tim broke and thankfully it fit the lawn mower. (that was questionable) But, apparently when Tim ran over the “bolder” with the lawn mower that also did some damage on the inside where the blade is and there is some stupid rubber/plastic stuff that lines the inside of the mower. That “stuff” was torn up and bent over (no… I didn’t notice it when I was putting on the blade!) and so we had to get rid of this rubber/plastic stuff so the blade would move around.
From the moment we stepped outside to begin this adventure, Garrett’s obnoxious Basset Hound, Buster began to bark.
I hammered…. I pulled…. I used these clipper things that actually are meant for cutting siding and in the process of trying to tear it off with that (because it wasn’t cutting it at all) my hand slipped and I hit the blade with the side of my hand! Thankfully, it wasn’t the sharp part, but I busted a blood vessel the size of Dallas and felt it through my toe nails and out my ears!
I looked up from the mower and the little boy next door (the culprit for the rocks on my lawn in the first place) was staring at me licking an ice cream. I took a deep breath, then another…. turned around and yelled at Buster for the thousandth time to shut up… and went back to work.
It still didn’t cut. I sent Tim in to get Garrett (who was happily tapping on his new “practice drum pad” that he bought today from his band director for $24.99 with his own money. It is a good thing I didn’t spend my money on this! I would have sent it back!
This is basically what it looks like
Yeah… pretty silly!
So, at this point I am beyond reasonable thinking and couldn’t take the dog barking or my hand throbbing, so I told Tim and Garrett to use the pocket knife and cut the dang rubber/plastic “stuff” off!
Garrett took about 30 seconds and said he couldn’t do it. He went inside to go back to drumming.
Tim just sat there.
The boy kept licking his ice cream.
The dog kept barking.
My hand kept throbbing!
I took the knife and began to saw. It was working! I gave it to Tim and he was not trying near hard enough and the dog kept barking!
I was losing any bit of sanity I had left!
I sent Tim in to fetch his brother AGAIN and finally between the three of us we got the stupid rubber/plastic “stuff” off the mower so Tim could begin cutting the grass and Garrett could finish.
Tim started mowing.
I went in.
Garrett was drumming.
Not only was my hand throbbing, but now my head was too!
The dog kept barking!
I sat down at my computer and posted an ad on Craigslist.
It is either me or the dog and I was here first!
I just know that other presidents of major organizations do not go through these kinds of days! Surely that presidency title earns them a little respect among their children, neighbors and dogs! 

