Jelly Arms

I would first like to say that my husband did something the other day that he has not done the whole time we have been married. He bought a weed eater! After he bought it he made the comment to me "Wow, this must be some kind of milestone, we've been married for almost seven years and never bought one of these before!" I have to agree with him our relationship has a totally new outlook on it, lol.

Well, I finally got to use that bad boy Saturday afternoon. We were up working at the house and as always we had a list of things to do so I asked Steven if I could use the weed eater. Remember, this would be my very first time in my whole entire life using a weed eater and boy was I excited. All I could think of was "how proud my lawn care expert daddy would be if he could see me now!" I got my initial set up instructions, you know, how to hold the thing, crank it up, don't flood it,  etc... But the most important thing my dear loving husband told me was, and I definitely quote, "If you touch any power cords you WILL DIE." No emotion just bluntly stated. Well that was the last thing I needed to hear because you know what needed to be trimmed the most was where the power cords were. You know by the well and around the porch where the equipment was and at the end of the barn where the power hook up was. So guess what didn't get trimmed, you guessed it.

I would have to say I learned a few lessons on my first trial weed eating run. First, I need some more glasses. My husband let me borrow his dark safety glasses while I worked and they worked very well protecting my eyes but they gave me an optical illusion. The whole time I was wearing them I swear I was doing a fantastic job and didn't miss a spot. But as soon as I took them off it was a whole different story. And I quote my husband "you were very erratic." Second lesson that was learned, was the importance of wearing pants and actually shoes to weed eat in not flip flops and shorts. My legs got ate up with nicks and scratches. I can't show them for at least two weeks now. Once again the glasses tricked me. Although, I felt the pain of the debris hitting my shins I could not see any marks because my wonderful glasses made it all look like grass stuck to my legs. I thought to myself after it was done that I'd need to get a good pair of work pants and a long sleeved shirt. Then I thought no, I'm a lady and a lady can't weed eat in an old pair of pants. She needs her knee high pink striped galoshes and a long flowing skirt with a cute top. Something that blows in the breeze. You get the picture right. That should make weed eating a lot cuter. I'm sure that's the goal here right?

I don't think the goal was for me to make several bald spots on the ground where I was trying to tap the weed eater so it would feed me longer line to weed eat. I was proud of my bald spots though. I did try to make them consistent until I hit that fire ant bed and was dancing around like a maniac for a few seconds. I also don't think the goal was for me to set the weed eater down and take a break in the lawn chair where I accidentally fell asleep for maybe 10 minutes. After I woke up I couldn't even push myself out of the chair. My arms were JELLY! You've had them, jelly arms, when you try to use your arms and they shake uncontrollably because you've just used muscles you didn't even know you had and all you can do is laugh because they tingle.

I think it's safe to say that even though my first time weed eating was definitely an experience I think my husband is going to let me keep doing it. After all I did have fun. But maybe he agreed to let me do it from now on because I did such a great job on my first try. Nah, I think I have the word sucker written somewhere on my forehead and he's taking advantage of free labor. Besides I think it makes him smile to see me get into trouble.