Warmer weather meanderings
"Bug kickers" is the name Reece gives to those ultra high heeled, ultra pointy pumps. In his 6 year old little brain, a woman would wear such shoes for one thing and one thing only. Squashing bugs.
Well let me tell you, the warm weather seems to have brought with it a pair of similar shoes. Butt kickers, if you will. And it seems they're just my size (if you know what I mean).
Last week, for example, it was gorgeous so I worked in the yard all afternoon. Things were busy at work and Carl was getting home a bit later than scheduled, which meant the yard work was piling on. We have a new mower and I figured it would start up pretty easily for me. And really, how long could it take to mow a city lot with a self propelled mower anyway, right? RIGHT???
Yeah, well. I fired that baby up and she shot off like a bat out of Hell. Nearly twisted my ankle and I was barely out of the gate. Add to that the many fumes inhaled from the weed wacker (which took 3 rounds of priming and pull starting before she kicked over) and a follow up with the leaf blower (not to mention bagging 3½ mega bags of grass clippings), and let. me. tell. you. I it was not a pretty sight.
"How not pretty?" you ask.
Well, let's just say that Carl stared at me strangely during our workout that evening. At first I had no idea why. Then I realized my upper lip was (I kid you not) curled up like a German Shepherd poised to attack. See, my potassium level at that point had to be, what, NIL? Yes, nil would be accurate. So my nerves were shot, my lip was curled, and I was hurting like nobody's business. Attractive, I know.
On a lighter note, we recently ran into Cierah's "best friend", Clara, from A.W.A.N.A.. Now, we'd heard about dear Clara all year and there were only a few weeks left (before AWANA ended for the summer) on the day we bumped into her. So I was telling Clara we heard she's a good friend to Cierah when Clara's grandmother called her to go.
"Claire!"
Claire? Who the heck is Claire?
Um,...is it Clara or Claire?
Claire.
It's Claire and Cierah has been calling her Clara all year. Swell. So anyway, Claire obediently ran off to grandma, but not before saying goodbye to her best friend from AWANA.
"Bye, Sarah."
Sarah???
Did she just say Sarah???
It's Cierah, not Sarah.
And so it was.
"Clara" and "Sarah".
Best friends for a whole year, each clueless that together they were the duo of Claire and Cierah, not Clara and Sarah.
Ba hahahahahaha!
Toni
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The pastor of First Baptist Smalltown was riding his bike down a neighborhood street when he came across a young boy putting a For Sale sign on a push mower. The pastor commented on the fact that he'd been needing a new mower and the boy asked if he'd like to trade the bike for the mower. The pastor said that he would and they made the trade.
The next week the little boy was riding the bike when he came upon the pastor, all red faced and sweaty, veins popping out of his forehead as he repeatedly pulled the lawnmower chord. Out of breath, the pastor looked up at the boy and said, "Son, you've traded me a broken lawnmower." The little boy answered, "No, it's not broke. It just needs a good cussing." Shocked by the little boys comment, the pastor raised up and said, "Why I've been a Baptist preacher for 25 years now. I wouldn't even remember how to cuss!" and the little boy said, "Keep pullin' that chord, preacher. It'll come back to you."
THAT is too cute! If only us adults could function that way. Feel close enough to call another our VERY BESTEST FRIEND, even if we don't know their name. Ahhhhh! Sweet innocence. And - those are some SWEET bug kickers you have pictured there!
Oh how funny! What cute best of friends they are!!!
The shoe story reminds me of an old bit by Steve Martin called, "The Cruel Shoes."
Thats so funny! Kids are cute. I have had people mispronounce my name many a time and I'll admit I just let it go some of the time rather than trying to correct them. Its just not that important sometimes!
HAHAHA! Toni, my dear, you have SUCH a way with words! Our mower is self propelled too and I had to learn when to use that feature and when to not because when it's on, it waits for no man and could care less where YOU want it to go. It has it's own agenda and has to get to it fast, doesn't it?
Sarah and Clara? Too, too funny! Now that Awana is done, we should get together some Wednesday nights! Especially since it stays dark so late!
I had been thinking you got back from your trip Sunday night. My bad. I'm glad you had so much fun! We had a blast at the hotel. But my stupid back has been pretty bad. I think it's getting better, but slowly. We were going to paint last weekend, then this weekend, but now we're going to be lucky to paint next weekend. The kids start swimming lessons next week. Can you believe it?
Snizzers
Oh yeah...how'd you get a picture of my shoe? Did you raid my closet? I was going to wear those to church next Sunday, but now that Reece has dubbed them bug kickers, I'd be kinda embarrassed. Maybe I'll just kick them off whenever he's around.
Those are just their pet names for each other.
Oh my gosh that was so funny. I just did yard work the other day and for two days I could hardley walk. I was laughing at myself for being out of shape or maybe it is because I am 6 months pregnant. Oh well you made me laugh and it also makes me feel better to know i am not the only one who gets their butt kicked by the yard.
This cracked me up!!! It is so like something my 9 year old would do, not knowing the best friends name exactly. For so many years she identified friends by their clothes or hair...'the blue shirt girl' or the 'blond curly hair girl' things like that. Even now she'll say 'I THINK her name is...'
Love the story of the girls and their names - so sweet.
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