Lawn mowing at its finest.

I don't own a lawn mower yet, but I haphazardly started planting grass seed as soon as I moved in.

Well, with planted seed comes lawn, and soon that lawn needs a mowing. A week ago, I borrowed my father's lawnmower since my lawn needed mowing desperately. Well, there was a catch.

My car's trunk would and could not possible fit my father's Lawn-Boy. So, I had to place the mower in my trunk, partially shut the trunk door, and use bungee cords to strap the sucker down. Securing the mower was like a brain teaser. My trunk has few places to secure a bungee cord strap, and at the bottom of my car there is only a plastic bumper to latch onto. It took four cords and some twisting and turning, but finally my dad and I secured the mower down.

We even tied a red scarf to the end of the mower to make it legal for me to drive.

I maneuvered my way up from Eagan to St. Paul on 149 North. That road eventually turns into Smith Avenue, which is the High Bridge in St. Paul.

When I returned to my home, I kicked the mower into gear and mowed like a mad man. Eventually, I filled three lawn bags full of grass clippings. You should find this remarkable, since I have a small lawn. The grass was JUST THAT LONG.

Which leaves (no lawn bag filler pun intended) me my last problem, one in which I have found a solution. Our lawn was not well kept before we moved in. There seemed to be several autumns worth of leaves on the ground. After picking it all up, we literally filled our art house full of lawn bags. Roughly 20, to be exact (a sentence that should make your head spin).

Turns out, our garbage company, Veolia, has year-round lawn bag pick up for roughly $85 for the year. They dropped off a huge lawn waste container, and I'm set to mow my lawn time after time after time.

Problem is, now I need a own a mower.