Completely Relieved of Mower Duty

Dad, you should read this.........

So I mowed for my very first time on Easter Sunday. Let's just say I did bad enough to where Quinton would never let me do it again. Before bed the other night I told him it was gonna be nice tomorrow so I should mow. He said not to worry about it and he would do it when he was off work. I said I would do it before I went to work. He said to really not worry about it (told you I did a bad job). I said AGAIN I would do it in the morning.

He came home from work and sent me a text. I didn't mow. He said he would do it tomorrow. I said I would....this went on for awhile. I set my alarm for 8 this morning (which is early because I didn't have to be at work til noon) so I could tackle the yard.

Woke up (to a beautiful day) and headed outside. Try as I may, I couldn't get the mower started. So I did what any girl would do. I called daddy :)

I knew as soon as he came over, he would get it started no problem. I knew there was gas in it. That wasn't the problem. As soon as he grabbed the handle, AND PULLED THE LEVER BACK, I knew what the problem was!

I sent him home because I was ready to go now. I made two passes around the yard (just like Q told me to) and started on my journey. There is an akward spot between the side of the house and the heater thing outside that you just have to push the mower back and forth to get the grass. I was trying to make it as neat as possible. I was on a pass back toward the house when I saw a leaf. There isn't a tree within 1,000 ft of my house......

SIDE NOTE
I LOATHE FROGS. Seriously, as a grown human being, I have peed my pants when coming in contact with a frog. Kids chase me, adults tease me, friends mock me. It's not good.

.......before I have time to put two and two together, I am mowing over a 20lb (not really but close enough) bull frog. As I see a leg fly to the right of me, I quickly mow over it as well. I've seen lizards grow tails back, so I didn't want to take a chance that the leg would grow a frog back!

I felt bad, only for a second (let this be a lesson to other frogs that try to invade my territory), and kept mowing. That is until the mower stopped completely. I think I have solidified the fact that mowing will now be Quinton's job.....thank God!

Early Age Politics

Sunday after church, Quinton and I went to Dougherty's Orchard to hang out with my ex-boss and her kids. Braeden is 5 and thinks Quinton is the coolest human being alive. Kyler is 10 and a little smarter. After the petting zoo and apple dumplings (which Q and I inhaled in under a minute) we walked to the cars. Kyler asked me if I was going to vote, and of course I told him yes. He crossed his arms and huffed, "you are so lucky!" He was telling me about how half the kids in his class didn't even know who John McCain was, and he was glad they couldn't vote because they were stupid. Then he told me that Nickelodeon had a 1-800 number for kids to call in and vote. He said Obama was winning by a lot. He then proceeded with a million "did you know" questions (half of which I didn't) then gave a compelling speech on why the voting age should be lowered.

I was telling mom this story yesterday after we voted. That's right folks, I'm done. I don't have to sit and dwell on who I want to finish running this country into the ground. I already picked one! Mom and I went with Grandma, who wanted to avoid the long lines. Anyways, mom said that must be the age to get into politics. She told me about my political breakdown when Bill Clinton was elected into office in '92. She said I sat in front of the TV and cried. I don't know if it was because I like George Bush Sr. or I knew that my family was republican and Bill Clinton wasn't. I haven't the slightest idea. Mom said it was funny at first, but then she started to worry hehe. Eventually I got over it. As of right now I would even say that Bill Clinton was the best president in my lifetime.

I've been praying for time to stop Monday night, but I know that's asking a bit much. So I pray that voters make an educated decision. I pray that whoever is selected does what is best for OUR country, but most of all I pray that we make it to another election.

Looking back...

A couple of Sunday's ago, Quinton and I stopped by mom's after church. The entire kitchen was on the living room floor. My mother LOVES to cook and has acquired ridiculous amounts of cookware and spices. She decided to get a jump start on the spring cleaning (or late start depending on how you want to look at it). In the midst of the pots, pans, and non perishables was a stack of board games. Outburst, Sequence, Trivial Pursuit, etc., etc.. After a quick look at the pile something caught my eye. The name of the game is Risk, and I will tell you right now- you either love it or you hate it. Personally, I HATE IT! When my step-father was still living we would spend Christmas Eves playing this game. There are many different ways to play, but my step-brother always insisted on World Domination. This is way is fun until it gets to be 4 a.m. and Santa Clause can't put the presents under the tree because WE ARE STILL PLAYING THIS STUPID GAME!!!! The only way you could leave the table was if you had been defeated. Seriously folks...there was the occasional bathroom break, but ONLY if my step-brother had to go as well. He wouldn't even let us surrender until we occupied less than 5 territories.

I asked mom what she was going to do with those games, and she said they were headed to Goodwill. Quinton doesn't have cable TV so I told him to go through the games so we would actually have something to do instead of watching the same movies over and over. He picked three or four. Of course one of them was Risk. I told him that I refused to play it with him.

grrrrrrrrr

Wednesday after class I stopped by. We had already played every other game he took. I insisted on a good ol fashioned game of Gin Rummy, but he had already got Risk out. I explained the basics and told him that we were not going to stay up all night playing (at this point I think he still had no idea what he was getting into). When two people are playing there has to be a neutral force. The cards were passed out and the armies began to set up shop in their respective countries. After one army is placed in each of your territories, you strategically place the rest of your army, cavalry, and militia. Since the neutral can't place itself you take turns putting their armies where you want them.

Of course Quinton was done setting up in less than 5 minutes (amateur). After about 20 I was ready to go. He regretted his quick thinking as soon as I dominated Australia, Africa, and half of North America. However, greed got the best of me. I was spending too much time attacking and not enough reinforcing. I was plentiful in land but weak in numbers. After two hours he was ready for bed, but I was not! I was finally winning a game of Risk and there was no way I was letting him off that easy.

But as I looked in his eyes, my heart wen out to him. I saw a little blonde headed girl, exhausted from lack of food and afraid that Santa Clause was going to skip over her house. All she wanted to do was sleep. All she asked was that the game be finsihed in the morning. I then decided to do something my step-brother had not. I excused him from the table. I was not going to ruin this game for him like my step-brother did! I was not going to let him turn into the horrible monster I have become. Hopefully he now understands why I hate the game so much.....

and hopefully he wears his big boy pants next time because IT'S ON!!!!

Real Quick Update...

I finished my stained glass project and it works!!!

I had my last day at AT&T :(

Thee wenches and blokes had some pirate fun...arrrrr

I started training for my new job and this was my bathtub!

Hope I haven't been driving people crazy with the twitters BUT I think I'm addicted! And happy late birthday to Sheila and Milah!!!

ADD

I was catching up on my e-mails this morning. Tis the season for all things political. Some I read, and some I just go ahead and delete. I received one from my sister's mother (hehe) about Sarah Palin. It was full of pictures showing how she is a down-to-earth American. She loves to fish, hunt, and ride 4-wheelers. She's a wonderful mother. She blah blah blah blah....Honestly all I did was look at the pictures because I hate reading. Anywho, I get to the bottom and this picture caught my eye....

OK?! I originally said I wasn't going to vote this year, but I realized that people died so that I could do just that. Besides, if I don't vote I have no right to complain (and I'm sure there will be plenty heated conversations at the Sebree household come November). I thought about a write in, but those two candidates are there for a reason. Really folks, I was thinking about flipping a coin right before I casted my vote. BUT after I got this email, I'm voting for McCain....He used to be SMOKING HOT!

Making the switch

Starting September 22nd, I will be switching from AT&T to Verizon. I will not only have Verizon as my wireless carrier, but also as my employer. I am very sad to leave my current job because I love the girls I work with and most of my customers. I also know AT&T front and back, and although I love learning new things, I also am extremely nervous. The company seems to be very welcoming and excited to have me on board. Hopefully the transition will be smooth.

I would like to note: A lot of you have Verizon. This is great! Not only can I talk to you all I want for as long as I want, but I can also help you with problems when I'M ON THE CLOCK. If you see me at Wal-Mart, Church, or McDonalds please spare the questions...

Anyone following my homestead blog...

I promise I haven't forgot about it. I now have THREE jobs so there hasn't been a lot of down time. I do have a lot of pictures to post though!