Wasps

What is it with the wasps this year?!?!?!? Last year, I removed only 4 nests around my yard - the whole friggin' year. This weekend I removed 7! Absolutely ridiculous.

Nuisance

Ugh, for the month or so I have been dealing with an absolute annoyance. Those that know me well know that I detest bugs. I get psycho if I even see one in the house. My husband got so tired of seeing bug guts on the wall, he bought me a bug zapper thingy from Oreck. It works, but for the latest nemesis, it doesn't. Millipedes. Today I killed 5 and found a dead one curled up in the living room. I have found these things in my kitchen, upstairs bedroom, even in the toilet. Guess that one wanted to end his life early before I snuffed it for him.

Included into today's kills was a nest of wasps. Second I've taken out this week and it's only Monday.

Mayflower

I have been reading the Mayflower by Nathaniel Philbrick and I find it interesting that the Pilgrims left England to attain religious freedom in the New World; however, they persecuted those in Plymouth who did not share their same beliefs. Can we say "hypocrites?!?!?"

Holiday Weekend

The Fourth of July weekend is upon us and I get to spend it alone. Reoccuring theme here isn't it? I know my husband would rather be home than stuck in a hotel room (with no air conditioning) in a country where he doesn't speak the language. Keep telling myself that this is only temporary. Well after this weekend, one of the dogs will become petrified to go outside after dark. Fireworks absolutely terrify her. Speaking of the dogs, this weekend also marks another important date for us: the dogs' birthday. Our little monkeys turn 5 on July 3rd. The celebration is pretty much the same every year. Each dog gets their own Arby's Roast Beef sandwich. Hands down their favorite meal. And, if my fingers are still intact, they get a cupcake. One likes to roll her cupcake over and smash the icing into the floor to lick it up later. Very gross, but it makes her happy. The other dog you have to watch because he'll swallow it whole. But, he's a good phat boy.

Must think of what to get them for their birthday.

Sharon vs. the Lawnmower

[To Lawnmower] I don't like you and you don't like me, but goddamnit we need to work together to get the damn grass mowed!

It's no surprise that I hate mowing the lawn. Luckily, I have a husband that enjoys doing this arduous chore. However, he's in Italy and it needs to get done. It had gotten to the point where you couldn't make out one our dogs standing in the backyard.

After a day of working from home and wallowing in my own stank (didn't feel like showering, let alone changing out of my PJs), it was decided that the lawn had to be mowed. Jason mowed it before he left, so it had been about a week and half since the lawnmower touched the grass. For most people, it would have been fine, but for us, it is a whole other story. I have no clue why, but the grass in the back grows at an exponential rate and is usually two to three times higher than the front yard.

I decided to tackle the backyard first. Get out there and do my thing. Since the grass is so high, the lawnmower backs up and stops quite a few times. It seems that you are always restarting it. I was halfway through the backyard and it cuts out for the hundredth time; I attempted to start it again and, after 8 pulls, it wouldn't start. Check underneath it and there is not a clog to be found. Tried starting it again, no luck. From there, I checked the gas level. It was low, but not empty. However, I fill it anyway. Again, tried to start it with no luck. Checked the oil and it was a little low, so I fill it up. No luck starting. I drag the damn lawnmower back to the garage and decided to give it one last pull. Damn thing rises from the dead. Drag it back to the backyard and finish mowing the lawn.

I hate mowing the lawn and the lawnmower is a sadistic son-of-a-b*tch.

Damn you to Hell lawnmower.