Out of the A-I season…on to the new.

What now?

Honestly, there are a milion and one things vying for my attention…which do I focus on next? Perhaps, at nearly 9:30 in the evening…I should focus on sleep.

But after that, in the morning? I have a shower to throw Sunday…half a million things in that direction need attending to…Thursday, I’m expecting a good friend from far away to drop in for some coffee, over-due chat, and a gorgeous nature walk around the place…but I want to make sure things are nice when she gets here. I am moving in a little over a week….my friends wedding is coming up soon…how do you live with this much demanding your attention?!!

Obviously, I haven’t figured that out yet.

I need simplicity!!!

One of these days…..

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This post was written by StoneRose on May 25, 2009

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No A-I recaps this week.

I will be traveling over the next few days…so, unfortunately, will miss the live showing of A-I both nights this week. I hope to get caught back up on the evenings, though, and would love to hear any comments from you (my readers…or non-readers; whatever).

Bright side: I have one more exam in the morning, plus musical juries-and then I am free. Yes, my friends, the semester ends tomorrow for me. Immediately following, I will be heading to Jamaica…or Scotland….or California’s Sunny Coast…anywhere in the world, for all you know! I have a very good, lifelong friend getting married this weekend, so am going to celebrate with her. American Idol can be put on hold for a little while.

See you later!! Maybe I’ll find some time while there to touch base with you again. Maybe-no promises though. :-)

Posted under American Idol, Entertainment, Hard Times, Crazy Times, Music

This post was written by StoneRose on April 27, 2009

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A Girls Guide to Mowing for Future Reference

Here is one of my favorite posts by one of my favorite blog authors-Brin. Unfortunately, she is closing down her blog in April. You have that much time to grow to love her as I do. And get on her mailing list. :)
I wanted to share this post (and have it available for myself to read over whenever I find the need to do a little mowing myself) with you and allow you future reference before this timeless treasure is lost forever (I know, bit of an oxy-moron there).

Thursday, July 19, 2007

A Girl’s Guide To Mowing

As a new homeowner, I’m learning lots about handling a household on my own. Allow me, then, to share with you my Girl’s Guide To Mowing. It just may save your life…

Mowing Preparation

Go out and get yourself a brand new, electric start, self-propelled lawnmower. Do not borrow your neighbor’s. (We are girls, after all. We take help where we can get it but do things right the first time.) When they deliver the mower in a box, call Jo to help you get it out and Sam to oil it up and pour in the gas. There. Now you are ready.

Rethink The (Lawnmower) Wheel

We do not mow as guys mow. Oh no. We are multi-taskers. Queens of doing five things at once. Therefore, make your mowing time matter. Think of it as an opportunity to fit in a little spa time. Assemble the following products: teeth whitening strips, sunscreen, foot lotion, anti-cellulite cream, heat-activated hair conditioner, and hand moisturizer. Before heading out, apply teeth whitening strips. Apply moisturizer to hair, comb, and tuck under baseball cap. Rub in anti-cellulite cream before sliding into jeans. Apply foot lotion and cover with heavy cotton socks and rubber boots. Apply cuticle cream and hand moisturizer and put on gloves. Stand back. Gloat that by the time the yard is neatly mowed, your teeth will be whiter, your body and hair softer and your thighs less cellulite-y. Ha. Let’s see a guy think of this.

Start Your Engine

Approach lawnmower. Engage your abdominals (like that brunette on your pilates video). Remember you forgot the lawnmower key. Disengage, run inside, return with key. Start lawnmower. Activate self-propelled feature and wince as it nearly jerks both shoulders from their sockets. Hang on, girl. (And engage those abdominals.)

The Art of Mowing

Lawnmowers are violent, ruthless machines by nature, therefore don’t think about it when you run over crickets. Also, try to avoid sticks and bricks. And rocks. Decide that, once upon a time, your yard must have been a stone quarry. Or a Civil War era rock garden. As such, it’s okay to yelp and scream when the mower hits and flings rocks, just make sure no one’s watching and remember to ease off the self-propelled feature. And… oh… that. That was just the grass cover-thingy. It’s okay. It falls off all the time, I think.

Troubleshooting

Or maybe it was important. When the lawnmower dies, don’t freak out. It’s okay. Reattach grass guard thing and try to start mower. Hmmm. Realize mower’s probably out of gas and run to get your cute gas jug. Carefully unscrew gas can and stare with disbelief when you realize it still has gas. Try to start mower again. When it makes that little PUFF sound as you turn the key, begin to mutter under your breath. Rock mower back and forth to dislodge whatever’s under there. When that doesn’t work, pull it around awhile and try to start it again. Speak clearly and sternly to it. (You won’t put up with this, after all. It’s a new mower.) When that doesn’t work, take off your sweaty/lotion-y gloves and … go inside.

Phone a friend.

Repair and Maintenance

When friend asks if something’s caught in the blade, act as though you’d thought of that already. Turn mower over. Don’t sound surprised when something is, in fact, caught in the blade. Politely hang up and find a stick. Poke at the clumped-up mass. When it doesn’t budge, poke harder. DO NOT dwell on the fact that one false poke could leave you without your right hand for life. Take off glove, wipe stupid lotioned-and-creamed-hand onto your dirty jeans, and poke harder. When it doesn’t move, cry out in frustration.

Being a Team Player

When the guy working on the home next door hears you scream, don’t be surprised when he runs over. Smile and politely explain your dilemma. When he stares at you, keep smiling. When he says, “What in the world kind of get-up is that?”, and gestures to your “get-up”, continue to smile as you explain that it’s a little something called spa mowing. Don’t expect him to understand.

When he tips the lawnmower over, don’t panic. When he frees the blade, thank him profusely. Remind him that you are new to mowing and will soon have all this down. Be extra nice to him when he restarts the lawnmower and stares at you again. (And don’t tell him, when he asks, that the strong peppermint/caffeine smell is anti-cellulite cream.)

Resume mowing.

Completing Your Yard

Finish mowing, stopping only to readjust teeth whitening strips, to re-readjust teeth whitening strips, and to finally remove teeth whitening strips and fling them in the grass. (And okay, you can stop once for a Diet Coke with lime.) When yard is completed, stop to admire. Tell yourself that next time it won’t look as though a drunk person did it.

Storing Your Equipment

Start to wheel mower back to starting position and realize it’s hard to push once the motor is off. Tug/pull it halfway across the yard and decide to leave it and start there next time. Find your phone and Diet Coke and go inside.

Finishing The Job

Once inside, remove every nasty article of clothing. Consider burning them, then decide to wash them - twice - in really hot water and bleach. (Think Dr. Kay Scarpetta, Chief Medical Examiner.) Go to the bath. Go immediately to the bath. Do not pass the kitchen and do not collect another Diet Coke. When you get to the bath, scrub. When you close your eyes to rinse your newly-conditioned hair, try not to think of all the hopping crickets you massacred.

Now then. The yard is mowed and you are a brand new creature. (Girls are so clever.) Pat yourself on the back for mowing the yard all by yourself, and wonder why guys always gripe about mowing. Realize that they must not know how to do it effectively. Decide to write a guide for other mowing girls to share your newly-acquired knowledge.

Write the guide. Publish it on your blog. Remember why your blog is called My Messy, Thrilling Life. Now go outside. For heaven’s sake, go outside and enjoy that newly-mown lawn….

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This post was written by StoneRose on February 25, 2009

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After Nearly a Two Month Break From the Blogosphere…

Just when I thought “Can this day get ANY worse?!!” I saw IT. And promptly screamed.

But let me back up a bit….

The day started out like nearly any other day. It turned drastically different when I checked my bank account and found a big withdrawal that I hadn’t authorized. Of course, I was very concerned about that and went straight-away to the bank to straighten the whole thing out.

Found out that a major chunk of what little money I have is going to be frozen for some time…lovely (and here I must say this with a smile-the only way to stay sane).

So that threw most of my day of majorly. I remembered on my way into town that I was supposed to be at that very moment on my way to meet a friend for a bible study we had arranged the week previous. I called my friend and got our meeting postponed till noon. After finding out what I could do about the unauthorized withdrawal (not much at the moment), and afore-mentioned study with friend, I went to work till five. Along in the afternoon (yes, while I was working; trying to at any rate) we ran into some trouble with one of the new calves just born that morning…and wouldn’t you know it, none of the men in the family were home at the time. So that meant I had to go try to fix it…finally had to make an emergency call to my brothers to come out and get things back to normal-by the way, interrupting their day-and was able to get back to work.

Needless to say, by the time five o’clock rolled around, I was exhausted and ready for bed. But it was not to be. I walked into the kitchen to get something to drink-preferably something loaded with caffeine- and noticed my mental kitty staring intently at the bread basket. I wondered at this, but hey, the cat’s lost something inside that head already, and I went on about my business. Next thing I knew, I heard a rustling in the basket. I looked over, and, yes, saw a mouse tail hanging out. I totally lost it at that point.

I got every cat and dog we own inside that kitchen trying to catch that mouse…but none of the animals seemed very obliging…and we lost the mouse. All the bread was tossed out…and my poor, mental Smoky is still staring intently at the now empty bread basket and the hole beneath the dishwasher which allowed the mouse an escape.

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This post was written by StoneRose on January 3, 2009

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