Thursday, January 31, 2008

Why I Don't Do More Yardwork

Since I've been sick for the past few days, and Sarah was home sick Monday through Wednesday, Katie hasn't left the house at all this week. Last night, she must have finally been fed up with it because she reached into my purse and began pulling everything out until she found my keys. Once she had my keys in her hand she took off for the door saying, "Bye-bye!" repeatedly the entire way. I caught up to her and took my keys from her and told her we were not going "bye-bye," and boy did she throw a fit!

So, this morning, I thought I'd be a good mom and take her out into the backyard to play. I was still very tired and had a hard time keeping my eyes open, but Katie was having a good time playing on the slides and throwing her balls around.

After sitting out there for a while, I started doing what I always do when I am in my yard for any length of time - I started making mental notes of all of the things that need to be done in the yard. One of the things that needed to be done, one of the things that has been driving me crazy for a while now (I know - short drive), is cut down the damn neighbors' vines that have been snaking up into one of my oak trees.

While staring at those vines, the craziest thing happened. I suddenly found myself with hedge trimmers in my hand cutting away at the vines. I don't know how it happened because anyone who knows me at all knows that I hate work of any kind, but I most especially hate yard work. There I found myself, though, actually doing yard work, and feeling good about it, too.

Of course, little did I know when I began my project (and how could I since I was obviously in some sort of voodoo transe), but those despicable vines contained some sort of sticky white liquid substance that got all over my hands. Since it was already there, though, I just kept on working, figuring that I could just wash it all off after I was done.

WRONG!! The sticky stuff was so sticky that it did not come off with soap and water like I had expected. Since I was washing my hands at the sink, I tried using the scrubbing side of the sponge to scrub it off. That sort of worked, but there are still a few small spots that I have to scrub some more.

Oh, and even better than getting that sticky stuff all over my hands, was running my fingers through my hair and finding that some of it had gotten into my hair, too. So, now I have to go wash my hair and pray that it will all come out. Please say a little prayer for me.

2 comments:

Stacy said...

That Goo Gone stuff works wonders!! try it

Mom said...

I agree with Stacy about the Goo Gone. It is the best in the world. It even works on Tar ! ! ! A guy where I use to work was literally covered from head to toe. Goo Gone was the ONLY thing that save that man from an embarrassing trip to the hospital. Not anyone at that place of emplyment had any ideal how to get the tar off of him. I drove home (1 mile down the road) and brought back Goo Gone. The next thing you hear is every machanic had a bottle of Goo Gone in the toolbox ! ! ! Yeah, for Goo Gone.