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Every time I entertain the thought of typing up a quick update, one of three things happens:
1) My funny anecdotal stories don't seem so amusing one I read them,
2) I realize I don't really have anything to say, or
3) I quickly push the thought of updating out of my head and consider taking a nap.

Nothing much to report really. Just helping out around here. Cleaning up the junk in the woods, mowing the lawn (with the BEAST!), and cooking and cleaning. Boring, boring, bor.... *snore*

Yeah, the beast. I used to be slightly afraid of the rather large yellow riding mower grandpa bought a few years ago. Mowing the lawn has never been pleasant for me. First, there are the allergies. Second, our little John Deer riding mower was such a bumpy ride that I always walked away with bruises on my knees (which hit the corners of the mower under the steering wheel). And did I mention the allergies?

Well the allergies have not magically disappeared. But the bruising issue has been fixed. And I've conquered my fear of the beast. And, might I actually say this... I can't wait to mow again! The beast is one of those mowers that has 2 levers instead of a steering wheel. Once you get used to it, it's quite fun! Plus the seat is cushy. Can't complain there. And as long as you go slow, the bumps aren't too bad. Let's just say that it's a good thing I have made friends with the beast. Mowing the lawns using the push mower would take forever. I'm not even kidding.

Another bonus to mowing the lawn, you can work on your tan.

Since it didn't rain today, I made sure to spend a bit of time outside. In the larger pond, there is a plethora of frogs/toads. And you know spring has arrive when you witness a froggy orgy. Seriously. There was this one poor froggy, I am guessing his hormones were raging. He kept trying to break up a froggy couple, but kept getting rejected with loud "clucks" (I don't even know how to describe the noise they made. It must have been some good lovin'') and kicks to the gut. But he was not deterred. He kept checking in every 10-15 minutes to see if perhaps the froggy couple had changed their mind. They never did.

Meanwhile, another froggy couple remained in a trance-like state. Even when I walked over next to them, they didn't move a millimeter. All the other froggies kept blowing up their chests and belting out their calls to one another. It was kind of neat to see the Discovery Channel in your back yard.

Yeah, I warned you that I didn't have much to talk about! I've resorted to talking about frog sex!

Next time, I promise to refrain from talking about frogs.