Ah...
...I see that I'm no longer blue. Well, I have mowed my lawn and my back hurts so much I doubt I'll ever mow another lawn again in my life. That's too bad...now I know how to start the lawn mower. Did you know that you have to "prime" the engine first? I didn't. I think I pulled a muscle in my shoulder trying before I called a friend to ask why the stupid thing wouldn't start. Both of my arms are numb and tingling so much that I can barely type. But, since this isn't an emergency, I can take my time.
That was such a treat. I finished the back yard and got started in the front yard when a wheel feel off. I found the bolt (or is it a nut?) and put it back on but it kept falling off so I mowed most of the front lawn with 3 wheels on the mower. It wasn't too bad, but I couldn't get very close to the parts that had brick or cement for fear of breaking a blade. When I finished, I dragged that bad boy up to the top of the driveway and left it there. Oh, DUH! I just remembered that I have narcotics...I think I'll take some. I should have taken some before I started but I didn't think it would hurt so much. BRB.
OK...now I should be much better in 20 minutes or so. When I went to the kitchen sink to get some water, I looked out at the backyard to see what a wonderful job that I had done. I suck. There are little patches of tall grass all over the place.
And what's up with all of these little bloody parts of me? Damn, is this normal? Are you supposed to bleed when you mow the lawn? I understand all the bug bites...ick, ick, ick. Big red scratch like marks are coming up all over my hands and arms. What's that all about?
What ever happened to little boys who knock on your door and beg you to let them mow your grass? I guess most of them are busy commenting, judging from all the stupid comments that I just deleted. One of them informed us that they were "at work". What kind of Sunday job lets you sit at the computer? If you are at work, get away from that desk and empty the rest of the trash cans.
Oh well, at least I'm not paying them. I would have paid them to mow the lawn...they couldn't have done a worse job than I did. I guess a poorly mowed lawn is better than an unmowed lawn. I was going to pull some weeds but I think I'll wait for my spine to heal...I'm sure I just broke something in it. I hate pain. That doctor was right, I have no business doing anything physical. I keep thinking that if I act as though there's nothing wrong, I will feel as though there's nothing wrong. But all I feel IS wrong. If my arms can be numb, why can't my back be numb too?
I wonder what it's like to have a numb brain...I guess numbness of the brain causes one to act like a moron. I now know what a numb-skull is. That numb-skull that keeps coming here in a vain attempt to bother people is behaving exactly like the little boys in 8th grade did. Remember 8th grade?
What this numb-skull doesn't get is that you have to be in 8th grade to be annoyed by 8th grade type behavior. My ex married a 17 year old when he was 32 and that little kid tried so hard to bug me. But, I couldn't be bothered by her any more than I would be bothered by a 4 year old that sticks it's tongue out at you. She was just a few years older than my kids and she couldn't find a way to get under my skin any more than this nit wit can. I suppose it could be done, but I can't imagine what it would take. Short of hurting someone that I care about or kicking my dog, there's very little that bothers me.
Think about it. I've been cheated on, lied to and physically abused. I've survived two totally different types of cancer and I have a new tumor in my throat. I've had brain surgery, gall bladder surgery and I've given birth three times. I've lost my mother, my grandmother and a few other people that I cared deeply for. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger and I'm just a little bit too strong to be bothered by some anonymous nutcase who has little more to do than play games on a computer. So, little nutcase, have at it.
Well, I think that I will go and lie down until I can feel my arms again. Have a nice day and I'll see you later!
Meg
...I see that I'm no longer blue. Well, I have mowed my lawn and my back hurts so much I doubt I'll ever mow another lawn again in my life. That's too bad...now I know how to start the lawn mower. Did you know that you have to "prime" the engine first? I didn't. I think I pulled a muscle in my shoulder trying before I called a friend to ask why the stupid thing wouldn't start. Both of my arms are numb and tingling so much that I can barely type. But, since this isn't an emergency, I can take my time.
That was such a treat. I finished the back yard and got started in the front yard when a wheel feel off. I found the bolt (or is it a nut?) and put it back on but it kept falling off so I mowed most of the front lawn with 3 wheels on the mower. It wasn't too bad, but I couldn't get very close to the parts that had brick or cement for fear of breaking a blade. When I finished, I dragged that bad boy up to the top of the driveway and left it there. Oh, DUH! I just remembered that I have narcotics...I think I'll take some. I should have taken some before I started but I didn't think it would hurt so much. BRB.
OK...now I should be much better in 20 minutes or so. When I went to the kitchen sink to get some water, I looked out at the backyard to see what a wonderful job that I had done. I suck. There are little patches of tall grass all over the place.
And what's up with all of these little bloody parts of me? Damn, is this normal? Are you supposed to bleed when you mow the lawn? I understand all the bug bites...ick, ick, ick. Big red scratch like marks are coming up all over my hands and arms. What's that all about?
What ever happened to little boys who knock on your door and beg you to let them mow your grass? I guess most of them are busy commenting, judging from all the stupid comments that I just deleted. One of them informed us that they were "at work". What kind of Sunday job lets you sit at the computer? If you are at work, get away from that desk and empty the rest of the trash cans.
Oh well, at least I'm not paying them. I would have paid them to mow the lawn...they couldn't have done a worse job than I did. I guess a poorly mowed lawn is better than an unmowed lawn. I was going to pull some weeds but I think I'll wait for my spine to heal...I'm sure I just broke something in it. I hate pain. That doctor was right, I have no business doing anything physical. I keep thinking that if I act as though there's nothing wrong, I will feel as though there's nothing wrong. But all I feel IS wrong. If my arms can be numb, why can't my back be numb too?
I wonder what it's like to have a numb brain...I guess numbness of the brain causes one to act like a moron. I now know what a numb-skull is. That numb-skull that keeps coming here in a vain attempt to bother people is behaving exactly like the little boys in 8th grade did. Remember 8th grade?
What this numb-skull doesn't get is that you have to be in 8th grade to be annoyed by 8th grade type behavior. My ex married a 17 year old when he was 32 and that little kid tried so hard to bug me. But, I couldn't be bothered by her any more than I would be bothered by a 4 year old that sticks it's tongue out at you. She was just a few years older than my kids and she couldn't find a way to get under my skin any more than this nit wit can. I suppose it could be done, but I can't imagine what it would take. Short of hurting someone that I care about or kicking my dog, there's very little that bothers me.
Think about it. I've been cheated on, lied to and physically abused. I've survived two totally different types of cancer and I have a new tumor in my throat. I've had brain surgery, gall bladder surgery and I've given birth three times. I've lost my mother, my grandmother and a few other people that I cared deeply for. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger and I'm just a little bit too strong to be bothered by some anonymous nutcase who has little more to do than play games on a computer. So, little nutcase, have at it.
Well, I think that I will go and lie down until I can feel my arms again. Have a nice day and I'll see you later!
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 10:00 AM
5 Comments:
I enjoyed mowing about as much as you seem to enjoy it. Now I live in a condo and hope to never mow again.
The big red scratch marks sound like an allergic reaction I think. Take some benadryl. There might be some flora about that you're not really used to. I used to get that too when I mowed our lawn. I loved doing it, despite the heat. The whole world disappears... it's just you and the sound of the mower. Does that sound wierd? Anyway it was the only way I got a little bit of solitude for a certain period of time when I desperately needed it, so I look at mowing fondly. Take care of yourself... a nice hot bath might help your back.
Maybe if you didn't write this blog Rick would be there doing mowing the lawn for you. Why did you do this to him?
Anon... the proctologist called... he found your head, you'll be scheduled for extraction surgery within a week. Wake up! She didn't start this blog until after the abusive cheating swine left her. She didn't do anything to him. Get a clue!
Damn it Guy, you took the letters of off my keyboard. LOL, I was just about to say that the lawn mowing adventure wasn't nearly as bad as walking on eggshells trying to avoid being in the presence of an angry man. That's not too easy for a proud woman to do...but I did it. The lawn was a walk in the park compared to living with a volatile cheating liar. The violent episodes were not a daily occurence, but after a while, you are certainly in constant "waiting for the other shoe to drop" mode. That's no way to live.
Meg
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