There were four nights in a row last week that at 9:05 p.m. a little mouse (named Ralph) ran from the kitchen into the living room, around the corner, and hopefully down the cold air return.  I never saw him so I’m assuming that’s where he went.  If he went into the bathroom or bedroom I wouldn’t have slept for days.  So, that’s what I’m telling myself he certainly went down the cold air return. 

My hard working farmer was in the fields late every night so it was up to me to put more poison out, and even traps if I could figure out how.  I texted my dad begging him for help.  His reply, “Scream a lot during the night and M will get the point to do something about the mice.”

That didn’t help. 

No one wanted to help a poor girl out and come set some dang traps.  

Problem with traps.  I could probably set them….but who is gonna come and get them when it actually catches something?  He’s working in the fields so it’s up to me.  And plain and simple….I ain’t got NOTHIN to do with a mouse. 

In fact the second night Ralph entered the living room I was frozen on the couch for 2 hours until I told myself if I screamed loudly and ran straight to bed he would surely be too scared to make another appearance. 

I stressed.  I nagged.  I complained.  None of which worked, by the way.  My man was too dang tired by the time he got home to give a second thought to the fact that I was even in tears at one point thinking mice were taking over my life. 

So…solution.  Poison adds up to a lot of mice poo.  Which tells me, they are still alive.  At this point.  Or, they died taking a crap.  One of the two. 

Either way, I haven’t seen Ralph since last week on Thursday and I’m hoping that was the last of him.  He better have told his little friends to be afraid.  Be very afraid. 

I do want to point out, however, that no matter how much complaining, nagging, and groaning I did…when harvest is going on there’s only one thing this man is concerned about.  Workin in the field and sleep.  I’m trying to be very considerate of this. 

I’m not gonna lie though……harvest can put a huge strain on a relationship. 

Almost done though!  I think I can I think I can…..

Got my iPhone in the mail yesterday.

iFell in love on an instant. How did I ever live before?

And there is an App for Blogger so I should have more posts for my 2 fans.

So, I got a glimpse into the life of a mother with a scared and sleepless child last night.  I have to admit, not the most exciting adventure of my life.  About 4 am this morning coyotes were attacking and eating the life out of something or someone and I think they were right outside my bedroom window.  I mean I’m not 100% sure, but I’m pretty sure they were.  Where ever they were, they had Shiloh scared and whining like a baby.  She sat next to my side of the bed licking my hand consistently until I recognized she was there.  I let her into bed with us but that didn’t cure her problem either.  Shiloh and I laid awake from 4 to about 6:30 a.m. watching early morning news shows.  Finally, she fell back asleep and so did I. 

What do you think her dad was doing this whole time? 

Snoring like he’s never snored before. 

I bet in our later years I get up more than he does for the children.  What do you think?

Thsi morning when he finally woke up I told him what happened last night.  He had no idea. 

Men. 

One year ago tomorrow (well…less than 3 hours) M and I will have met at a tractor pull.  I would have to be honest and say, that we have been together ever since.  We tried to take things slow the first month or two but really it was hard to be apart.  The biggest challenge we faced was harvest and the lack of time and my lack of patience.

I remember coming over one evening after he was done in the fields and we sat on the porch looking out in the backyard and at the barns.  He told me in the nicest and sweetest way possible that we couldn’t spend every waking moment together and that we needed to still do things with friends.  I understood what he meant but at that very moment I wanted so badly to tell him I loved him.  But, I felt it was too soon and I didn’t want to scare him off so I nodded my head and agreed. 

Even though we had that conversation we still spent at least a part of every other day together and it was very rare that we went two or three days without seeing one another.  There was my heart telling me I didn’t need to take it slow.  This was the real deal.  There’s nothing slow about real love.  It just happens…and it happens fast.  Not long after….Romeo told me he loved me and I, of course, told him I loved him too. 

This guy was made for me.  We get each other in every way possible. 

I’ve never in my life been treated the way that M does.  He leaves me love notes.  He pours me a glass of wine when I’m just about out.  He stops at random garage sales and buys things he knows I will love.  He fills up my car just before it gets empty.   He texts me that he misses immediately after I leave the house.  I must admit, sometimes I roll my eyes.  But deep down…I love it. 

And, I love him.    Happy one year baby.  I see at least 50 more in our future 🙂

10. Seeing my Redneck Romeo off to work each day and getting to lay in bed longer than him 🙂
9. Late nights with my Redneck Romeo.
8. Lunch dates with my Redneck Romeo.
7. Vacations with my Redneck Romeo.

6. Pool time.

5. The 4-H Fair and all the peeps that go with it. 

4. Reading until 1 or 2 am because I don’t have to be up any certain time. 
3. Sleeping in past 9 am with Shiloh.
2. Seeing my niece and nephews so often and doing lots of fun activities. 

1. Doing whatever I want and when I want to do it and loving every minute….especially if it’s with my Redneck Romeo!

But, it’s now back to the real world with a real schedule and getting up before the sun rises.  If only Romeo could hit the lottery then this chic would have it made!

Our dog, Shiloh, loves to sleep in like her momma.  Shiloh was actually M’s dog before we met, but when we fell in love Shiloh also fell in love with me….at least I think so!  I make her scrambled eggs quite often to keep her black coat shiny.  I give her too many bacon treats.  Most importantly, I love to sleep in with her and cuddle in bed. 

I think Shiloh is realizing that our time of sleeping in til 10 am or later is quickly coming to a halt.  It took me forever to get her out of this position this morning…

I received a text while on vacation with this photo and the message said….”Do you miss me Addie?”

My mom’s cousin Pam use to tell me over and over again…..”Love will find you when you least expect it.”  I thought she was insane and quite frankly, after the fourth or fifth time she told me I would get a little irritated and annoyed with her.  She always had ideas of guys to set me up with.  Doctors she worked with, farmers she knew, friends of her step-sons.  Nothing every panned out. 

Pam died a year ago and shortly after her death I stumbled upon my Redneck Romeo.  I look back on this last year and think dang…..she was right!  SHE WAS RIGHT!  I’m sure glad she was right.  I miss her terribly and wish I could introduce her to M, but I know she sees me and is probably smiling down saying, “I told you so!” 

We spent the last week on the beach and I thought about Pam and my mom a lot.  Both of their birthdays are in July.  Pam passed away a year ago.  So many things that make me sad, make me smile when I think of happier times, but most of all make me always shed a tear.  It’s been 10 years since I lost my mom but there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think, man I wish she was hear so I could show her this.  Or, man I wish she was here so I could call her to tell her what a great guy M is.  Or, man I wish she was here so I could call her to bitch about the mice in our house because we share the same fear.  Or, man I just wish she was here so I could ask her if she is proud of me.  I think worst of all I just wish she was here because she is missing out on so much.  I’m a firm believer in God and I know she isn’t missing anything.  But, she is missing this life with us…..me, her grandkids, her kids….

I hope that there comes a point in my life where I can stop wishing and just be ok with knowing she sees it all and knows it all.  For now I will take in the beauty of a sunset and the glow of the sun on my skin and just remember that although I can’t see her….she’s definitely here. 

I’ve never seen hair on a baby quite like WD.  That explains all the heart burn Red had when she was pregnant!

There is something about holding a baby, the smell of a newborn baby, and the softness of their skin that makes me just crave to have one of my own. Even M agreed after seeing WD’s newborn photos on my phone that we “needed one of those.”  He quickly added “later” to that statement. 

Well, later we will….for sure.  And we will be the best parents in the world.  But, for now we shall pack our bags for two and head to the beach in a few days.  We’ll pack light and sip lots of cocktails while we’re there and enjoy this kidless stage of our life.  But don’t worry WD, niece, and nephews….we’ll be sure to bring back lots of goodies for all the little ones in our lives!