I learned how to use the weed-eater in that past week. I don't know why I feel so accomplished because of that fact, but I do! Weed-eating is a guy thing! My brother was taught how to use it when he was young, but I was skipped over. McBone was always told to go and weed-eat and although I didn't really want to go do that chore, I did want to be included. My time has finally come...we just bought a house with .80 acres of land and it has been a wetter-than-normal season; the weeds are out of control. I felt that it was time to do something about them. I borrowed the weed-eater from my mom and Husby taught me how to start it. The first time I used it I was hit in the face more times than I care to admit and it was much harder then I thought. It jammed and Husby had to help again. After that I was cooking!
I have spent about 7 hours weed-eating at this point and I feel pretty proficient. My hand hurts from the vibrations and my clothes are caked with plant shrapnel, but the yard is looking better. I mean it looks like I have given the yard a very uneven buzz cut, but I did it myself! I plan on passing the responsibility off on Husby, but at least I know I can do it myself and I don't have to wait for him to come home. I love the feeling of learning a new skill and being self-reliant!
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