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Saturday, August 07, 2004
Realizing What I Already Knew
Yesterday I went out to my grandma's house with Job to help her muck. Now I'm sure almost everyone who read that sentence just asked themselves what that means. Simple you go in a lake with rakes and buckets and rake and pull out water weeds and well muck. It's really hard work seen as everything is water logged and when you pull weeds you hurt your back because you're bending over the whole time and when you rake the muck is extremely heavy so you give your entire abdomens a complete workout as well as your neck, shoulders, and arms.
So we went out in the morning in our thigh-high waiters with my grandma and we mucked and mucked some more until 2 hours had passed and then we took a break, cleaned our equipment off (waiters, rakes, buckets, and such), took showers, and ate lunch at 1. Job and I were joking around about my cousin and his wife because she's 6'1" and he's 5'10". Job got on his knees like he was a midget and I stood next to him with my arm around him and said hey hunny and my grandpa laughed so hard. Then I looked at an imaginary person to my right and said 'hey, what are you looking at, my husband will beat you up' and Job said in a high voice with his fist up 'I'm gonna get you!' and then my grandpa laughed even harder.
After lunch Job and I went out in the canoe and I was being a bitch because it was his first time and we were running into bogs and stranding the canoe and I was telling Job no, don't do that. A few times in there I just stopped paddling and I didn't know why but I was in the worst mood. Finally we got to the lake lot and I showed him the place and we took a break and then hopped back in the canoe and made our way back and on the way back my mood was better. I'm sorry I took out my frustration on you hunny. Then we immediately started mucking again because as everyone in my family knows 'she waits for no one' and she was already making her way back down to the lake to muck alone. Job and I ran inside and got dressed in our crappy clothes again and we hurried back down there because we felt horrible she was going to do it alone. It was kind of funny though because when we were coming back Job said 'Wouldn't we feel horrible if your grandma was out there by herself?' and we came back just in time.
Then we mucked another hour and a half. While I was water weeding I stared at Job while he raked the heavy loads of caitail and muck with a pitch fork (earlier he'd broken a different fork because he was towing too heavy a load and the fork just busted where the wood meet the metal fork but it wasn't his fault). Finally after about half an hour of staring at him he asked me what I was staring at. I kind of laughed and looked down and he kept asking if he had muck all over his face or something distracting and funny but it wasn't that at all. All I could say was I loved him and that's why I was staring. When I looked at him I was just so overwhelmed with my love for him I couldn't help but stand there and be all goofy. Some times I'll look at Job and my heart will skip a beat and I really have to stop and wonder why he's with me. He's so amazing and I hope he realizes how much I truely love him and I always will. I'm his baby and he's mine and I'm never letting go.
Sorry if my insesant rambling bothered anyone who read this but I just couldn't stand another second without professing my love. Until another time...
Yesterday I went out to my grandma's house with Job to help her muck. Now I'm sure almost everyone who read that sentence just asked themselves what that means. Simple you go in a lake with rakes and buckets and rake and pull out water weeds and well muck. It's really hard work seen as everything is water logged and when you pull weeds you hurt your back because you're bending over the whole time and when you rake the muck is extremely heavy so you give your entire abdomens a complete workout as well as your neck, shoulders, and arms.
So we went out in the morning in our thigh-high waiters with my grandma and we mucked and mucked some more until 2 hours had passed and then we took a break, cleaned our equipment off (waiters, rakes, buckets, and such), took showers, and ate lunch at 1. Job and I were joking around about my cousin and his wife because she's 6'1" and he's 5'10". Job got on his knees like he was a midget and I stood next to him with my arm around him and said hey hunny and my grandpa laughed so hard. Then I looked at an imaginary person to my right and said 'hey, what are you looking at, my husband will beat you up' and Job said in a high voice with his fist up 'I'm gonna get you!' and then my grandpa laughed even harder.
After lunch Job and I went out in the canoe and I was being a bitch because it was his first time and we were running into bogs and stranding the canoe and I was telling Job no, don't do that. A few times in there I just stopped paddling and I didn't know why but I was in the worst mood. Finally we got to the lake lot and I showed him the place and we took a break and then hopped back in the canoe and made our way back and on the way back my mood was better. I'm sorry I took out my frustration on you hunny. Then we immediately started mucking again because as everyone in my family knows 'she waits for no one' and she was already making her way back down to the lake to muck alone. Job and I ran inside and got dressed in our crappy clothes again and we hurried back down there because we felt horrible she was going to do it alone. It was kind of funny though because when we were coming back Job said 'Wouldn't we feel horrible if your grandma was out there by herself?' and we came back just in time.
Then we mucked another hour and a half. While I was water weeding I stared at Job while he raked the heavy loads of caitail and muck with a pitch fork (earlier he'd broken a different fork because he was towing too heavy a load and the fork just busted where the wood meet the metal fork but it wasn't his fault). Finally after about half an hour of staring at him he asked me what I was staring at. I kind of laughed and looked down and he kept asking if he had muck all over his face or something distracting and funny but it wasn't that at all. All I could say was I loved him and that's why I was staring. When I looked at him I was just so overwhelmed with my love for him I couldn't help but stand there and be all goofy. Some times I'll look at Job and my heart will skip a beat and I really have to stop and wonder why he's with me. He's so amazing and I hope he realizes how much I truely love him and I always will. I'm his baby and he's mine and I'm never letting go.
Sorry if my insesant rambling bothered anyone who read this but I just couldn't stand another second without professing my love. Until another time...
Mandy ~ 12:09 PM