I want to start by assuring you that I was talking about gardening and, more specifically, about the importance of mowing the lawn correctly.

See, it was Sunday night dinner following the Packers-Redskins game. Captain, my brother-in-law, who is currently pulling duty at the Pentagon in some PowerPoint intensive job, traveled out here to the country to help Harry and Ben shout at the television. While they watched football, I did the following:

1) Made homemade pretzels for their halftime snack

2) Chopped herbs and mixed it into my homemade Neufchatel cheese, packaged it and put it into the frig so they could have cheese and crackers later

3) Washed, folded and put away approximately 50 loads of laundry

4) Mowed the lawn

5) Hand watered the drought-starved plants, including toting buckets of water to the far reaches of the lawn

6) Started dinner, which, to be fair, Harry finished. He can now make spanakopita. (Smart man!)

Well, Captain, being Captain, started giving a hard time to Harry and Ben about the fact that I was the one who was doing all the heavy lifting associated with the lawn.

Their response?

“Pheethhhhhhttt. She wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Although I appreciate, nay ENCOURAGE, anyone to be on my side in nudging anyone (anyone, please!) to pitch in around this labor-intensive household, I had to admit that they were right on this one.

I do not like for my husband and son to mow the lawn. In fact, I had been trying to figure out how to give my lawn that nice checkerboard pattern, but from my research it involves some sort of press device, which is too far to go even for me.

“Precision is important in lawn mowing,” I explained. “I like all the lines the mower makes to be straight and even. When Harry or Ben mow the lawn, there are always crooked lines and bits and pieces that are missed. It ends up looking like a $2 Navy haircut.”

Well, that was Captain needed.

“OHHHHHHH. That’s the worst!!!!” exclaimed Captain with great feeling.

Turns out he was talking about cheap haircuts, not sloppy lawn mowing.

“I can’t believe how hard it is to get a good haircut. And don’t even GET me started about coloring!” he went on.

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Well, I knew that Captain was a devotee of all things related to hair since he started showing up at Christmas holidays with blond highlights. OBVIOUS blond highlights. This provided no end of amusement among me and the other sisters-in-law (of which there are many) because at nearly 6’7 and 265 pounds, there is nothing at all girly about Captain.

“I like to be a little different and go for the blond surfer look—that Coco Beach look. But it’s really hard to get it right at these salons with their foils and their caps. I have been brunette, blond with highlights, even RED. RED!!!! I had to call in sick when that happened until I could get it fixed.”

He went on…

“In the military, all these guys like to go for that high and tight look,” he said mocking the military bearing and stiff posture you see of Army generals in the newspaper. “But that’s what gets you promoted.

“That’s why when I was up for promotion for this Pentagon job I got a ‘high and tight’ cut and had my portrait re-touched to give me some grey hair at the temples.”

Well, of course, I was roaring with laughter. And Captain, always loving an audience, played up the hand gestures and stories.

Harry piped in with the importance of regular pedicures, which, of course, Captain also had opinions about.

Later, as he was getting ready to leave Ben asked about the bag that Captain had carried in with him. I thought perhaps he had planned to stay the night or had something inside he wanted to show us.

Well, no. Turns out it’s his “man bag.”

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“But I’m no metero-sexual,” he said, meaning, of course, metrosexual.

He can’t bring himself to carry a leather satchel, so he carries this “man bag.”

Good grief. Man hair. Pedicures. Man bags.

Here I am worrying about straight lines on a lawn when there are such many more weighty subjects to worry about!

Tomorrow on Bumblebee…

More on the slowing down lifestyle.

Amused and Dismayed,

Robin

8 Responses to “From Lawn Mowing to Man Hair”

  1. Angela (Cottage Magpie) Says:

    Goodness, that’s hilarious! But I hear you on the lawn, My parents call the missed bits "mow-hawks." Ha. ~A :-)

  2. RuthieJ Says:

    Oh My God, Robin, that was so funny! Captain and his man bag–he looks like an "action figure."

    The other totally freaky thing is that I’m the same way as you about the lawn! A couple weeks ago my husband decided to help me by doing some trimming around trees…he mowed off a bunch of milkweed plants and some cherry bushes that I have been trying to grow for years! "What the F were you doing?" I shrieked. "Why don’t you just let me take care of the yard stuff myself?" (I tend to overreact when stuff gets mowed off–I know it will grow back–hopefully!)

  3. Carol Says:

    Is that an Indianapolis Colts Peyton Manning No. 18 jersey that Captain is wearing? Way out there on the east coast?

  4. Yolanda Elizabet Says:

    LOL now that was a very amusing story. Highlights, man bags, and straight mowing. The mind boggles! ;-)

  5. Robin (Bumblebee) Says:

    Angela – I am going to add "mow-hawks" to my garden vocabulary. Love it!

    Ruthie – I just hope Captain doesn’t hear that you thi he looks like an action figure. That’s JUST what we need! More fuel for his "image."

    And Carol, yes, that’s a Colts Manning jersey. Some people cannot be redeemed. As for who my guys were rooting for on Sunday, it was NOT the Redskins. Harry has been a long-time Packers fan because they are only NFL team owned by the "people"–the state of Wisconsin. (And we really do not like Dan Snyder, who thumbs his nose at environmental regulations to mow down trees.)

    Hi Yolanda, the mind boggles indeed!

    –Robin (Bumblebee)

  6. Kim Says:

    I am still giggling about all of this… maybe when you’re all zen’d out from your slower living, you’ll relax a bit on the straight mowing lines?

    Ruthie J is so right. Captain looks like he should be an action hero–maybe what he has in that "man bag" is his cape and boots, just in case he has to fly off and save the world?

  7. Robin (Bumblebee) Says:

    Oh kriminy, Kim. You haven’t MET Captain. If you guys keep saying things like this, he will start winging his way to holiday dinners and we will NEVER hear the end of his supposed superhero powers.

    Robin (Bumblebee)

  8. Bumblebee Blog » Blog Archive » People Google the Strangest Things Says:

    [...] hair highlights,” and another searching “blond man hair” found the story about my otherwise uber-masculine brother-in-law’s preoccupation with his hair style. I am QUITE sure that Captain and his “man bag” is not what they had in [...]

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February 6th, 2012

Another Monday.

Harry and I spent the better part of the weekend painting the master bedroom. We traded off between rolling and detail work and we both made our fair share of messes. For a while Sophie perched on top of a chaise to supervise our work. Sarah was distraught. She does not like change.

Today we get back to normal. I will have to do something about my manicure. Speckled fingernails in Benjamin Moore Light Pewter is not really a good look.

Here’s wishing you a happy, calm and productive week.

Robin

February 3rd, 2012

If you’re in the neighborhood and just happen to have your paintbrush and paint clothes with you, stop on by. Harry and I are taking the day off from work to start painting the master bedroom. We figure it’ll take until Sunday. Harry does most of the rolling—no small chore with high ceilings—and I do all the tedious detail work. You, of course, can pitch in wherever you like.

We’re painting it a dove grey. So if you see some grey in my hair in the next few days, it’s paint. Got it? The grey is paint.

Robin

February 2nd, 2012

Happy Groundhog Day! What are you doing to celebrate?

We’ll have a special dinner of NOT groundhog. Dinner will be a special pasta (TBD) and some yummy homemade yeast rolls. Then we’ll pull out the photo album of past Groundhog Days and reminisce. We will toast Puxatawny Phil by opening the first bottle of my homemade apfelwein, which I hope is sparkly by now. If it’s any good, you’ll hear more about it.

Cheers!

Robin

February 1st, 2012

Working from a home office is not always what it’s cracked up to be. I have a lousy IT department (me). Interruptions range from barking dogs to crowing roosters. I hear my business phone ring during non-business hours.

But there is a lot good about a 15 step commute. Such as today. It’s cloudy and a bit drizzly, but the temps will climb into the mid 60s for the second day in a row. I will turn off the heat, throw open the windows and give the house—and office—a good airing. Ahhh!

Robin

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