I have no idea how old I was when I started mowing my parents lawn. My parents always had a riding lawnmower, which is what Denny and I have now. I can remember doing it while listening to my Walkman playing a good mix tape lol. Some of you are hitting up Google right now to find out what the heck a Walkman is. Anyway, just the other day my mom and I were talking about it, and when Ethan was going to be able to do it. And I said it was going to be a LONG time before I was going to be ok with it, not to mention before he was going to be able to physically handle the lawnmower. (It’s a pretty big size and a lot bigger than my parents.)

He’s 8 now, and a tiny little thing. He hit 47 pounds this year, which to him was a big deal. I think he celebrated when he hit a size 7 in pants, which again was just this year. (Thank goodness for adjustable waist pants.) Well Denny put my little man on the mower this afternoon while riding along on the side. He didn’t turn the blade on in an effort to contain my “mommy-panic.” Ethan was on cloud nine the whole time, and eventually Denny hopped off. As he made a couple passes around the front yard in what I call turtle speed the mower kept sputtering… it has a safety so that if you stand up off the seat it shuts off. Well Ethan is so tiny that with each bump he would bounce off the seat just enough to sputter the motor, lol. He can’t reach the pedals without scooting up off the seat. All in all, it’s a no go for mowing the lawn this year. Not that I’d be able to let him anyway. I did take photos, which I’ll share another day. I’m sure all of you care. What can I say, it was a slow news day around here really. One day when it’s even slower I’ll tell you about the day I ran into my parents deck and decapitated a tree.

My car went back to the dealer yet again today. This is time 5 this year alone. I just got it back last Thursday I think and last night got a good old check engine light. Yes, the Buick in officially of pile of poo. I’m fed up and called a lawyer today to explore my “lemon” options. I have my limits and I still have a year left on my lease. Yeesh. The other lesson here, stick with the two year lease as I always have in the past.

In sad news, a fairly prominent figure in my early childhood passed away on Mother’s Day and I’ll be attending her funeral tomorrow. I’m sad about it, but it’s been years since I’ve seen the family so I am at least looking forward to that. It’s so sad that things seem to work out that way. I mean that it takes a funeral to get old friends and family back in touch again, even if only for a few hours.

We leave on vacation on Tuesday after I help with Ethan’s field trip. i’m looking forward to some time with Denny to decompress a bit. Even better we have NO ONE in diapers this year… woo hoo, seriously, woo hoo. I can hardly contain myself. No diapers to haul. Taking diapers on vacation stinks big time. I can still remember making a trek down the Vegas strip to get a pack of diapers for Shelby during a CHA show. Not a good time.

Scrapbooking… it seems like a distant memory at the moment. I’ve had a layout started on my desk for months now that keeps getting moved about. And then another I need to repair. Seems I left it out and a little someone did some dismantling. No one is fessing up to that one, although I’m pretty sure I know who it was. Stinkers.

Ok time for bed. Hopefully I can catch some good snooze time tonight. Cross your fingers for me.

~j