Lawn Mowing Barbie

When one is a 13-year old girl with a lawn-mowing job, the execution of your duties presents the possibility for sartiorial splendor. 

Unlike her brothers before her, who quickly wilted in the heat of the day, my Buttercup decided to give the sun a run for its money in the brightness category, all the while, maximizing the potential for a little bit of a tan. 

I tell you, despite the fact that she's now lived more than half her life in Eastern Washington, this young lady is definitely a Southern California girl.

An hour and a half later, she had pink cheeks and her shoulders and arms had definitely been kissed by the sun.  Mission accomplished in style.  Between you and me, I think she got lucky that she didn't end up with a tan line from her knee socks!

Shoot Me - 29 of 52...Lawn mowing again...my life is exciting!

Last week I cheated and had Buttercup take my pictures for the garden meme I do on Fridays.  While she was at it, I decided she should take my Shoot Me picture for this week.  I just told her to get me something I could use this week.   After seeing the shot she got, I think I'm going to have her do it every week!

You know how some pictures of yourself you see and think, "Huh? I never thought I looked like that? I never realized." Well, Buttercup know how to take pictures that I look at and think, "Wow!  That's me?!  Cool!"  Even in the midst of lawn-mowing, the girl knows how to get a good shot. 

Now, the girl is not responsible for my wardrobe...notice my overalls and my gloves...I look cool when I'm mowing, don't I?

Head over to Carin's place to see what everyone else is doing this week.  Shoot Me is simple you taking the opportunity to get in the shot rather than being the one holding the camera.  Your kids/husband/friends/ see you every day and love you just the way you are, so saying that you want to wait until you "look better" doesn't work, now does it?

Shoot Me - 18 of 52 (Very Late Post)

I'm doing my best to keep up with Shoot Me, so here is the post I owed on Thursday. I was ready with it, but I've been having trouble finding time to sit down to post. As I threatened earlier, I finally handed the camera to one of the kids to get proof that I am, in fact, mowing the lawns.

Buttercup took these pictures for me Monday. As you can see, the weather is gorgeous.

The lawn mower holds many mysteries for me. This was the first year I bagged rather than mulched and figuring out when the catcher was full enough to be dumped without being too full for me to lift was a bit of a challenge.


There was a crispness in the air, so I took a sweatshirt that Mr. R had given me when I realized I had no "icky" clothes. I cut out the collar and cut off the sleeves, then I cut up the middle and made a grungy cardigan for yard work. The outfit was stellar! Baggy overalls, a pink t-shirt, the grungy cardigan, my leather work gloves, and my beloved boots from Big R.

Why are my boots beloved? I bought them for turning the compost and digging in the garden. Then I discovered another added benefit. These magical boots make it become a non-issue when my young son fails to do a thorough job handling the dog messes. Yep...non-issue. I just hose them off and I'm good to go. No swearing, no frustration, no stress.

All from a pair of $10 rubber boots. What a deal!