Friday, September 21, 2012

[ Mouse meets Farm Girl ]

Being a farm girl has it's perks. Such as, having space to grow a vegetable and flower garden. Having a huge yard for a dog to run around. Looking out my kitchen window at a beautiful pasture & old rustic barn every morning. I also get to decorate an old farmhouse, which has so much character that I really just feel like I add to the story.

There are also come downsides, one of which I had the chance to experience last night. I have a sensitive sense of smell. I enjoy candles and anything that smells clean. But there are certain smells that just get me, every time. Dead animals are one of them. Mice in particular. Mice are naturally kind of gross little guys, scurrying around and showing up when you least expect it.

For the past couple days, I kept on thinking I was smelling a dead mouse. It's happened before, but was in the wall so there was nothing we could do. Kind of gross, but comes with the territory of living in an old farmhouse. But the Hubs never smelt it. But I knew it. I just did. There was a dead mouse.

Finally, last night, Remington and I were holding down the fort at home- in other words- I was cleaning and doing laundry. I could not handle the smell any longer. Determined to find the source of the smell, I decided to look in a grate that goes to the underbelly of the farmhouse and is an excellent storage place for dust bunnies and spiders. After vacuuming out the grate, pulling up the screen that keeps mice from coming out of the grate and onto the main floor (not that it's ever happened), I found the source of stench. A dead mouse. That had fallen prey to peanut butter and a mouse trap.

I had found it and hadn't really planned what to do next. Maybe I didn't think that I'd actually find anything, but now that I had, I couldn't just leave it there! So, being the brave wannabe-farm girl that I am, I got one of the Hubs' work gloves (the padded kind so that I hopefully wouldn't feel what I was picking up). Coaching myself with deep breathes and words of encouragement like: "you got this," "ok, here we go," "don't think about it." I started to reach in and for no logical reason completely lost all nerve and may have let out a little scream.

Remington of course wanted in on the action at this point and came over to make sure I wasn't dying or being eaten alive by spiders (oh, did I mention I saw 4? Yup, 4.). The smell was so bad, he just laid down behind me and I'm sure he was silently laughing at my pitiful attempt to dispose of a small field mouse.

Not able to simply reach in the grate and grab the little guy, I did the next logical thing. I grabbed my kitchen tongs (yes, the same ones I use to flip my chicken), and decided that would be the best solution. Looking back, it may not have been my most sane moment. Looking back, I realize that was super gross and am mowing considering skipping the cleaning with bleach and just throwing them out. Regardless, the tongs worked great. I got that little mouse, almost threw up when I moved it and quickly put it in the trash bag.

Yup, I am successfully turning into a country girl. Just don't tell anyone how many times I gagged. It's embarrassing.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

[ My Men ]

These are my men. They have a special bond. 
They run, they play, they snuggle, they wrestle. 

I love my men.

Lately, Remington has been running across the road in front of our house. Normally, it's scary because of the amount of traffic that we have. It's a semi-busy road and the speed limit is 45 (and most go about 10 miles over). Normally, those are the only two scary things. BUT the farmer the rents out the land around us is starting to harvest the corn and soy beans. That means awesome new places for Remington to sniff out and run around. AND really fun tractors to run around. Tractors that would squash him like a bug. SO, it's been a bit stressful with him outside. It's like we have a small kid and we have to watch him all the time when he's outside with us. Which is fine, when it's a child. But he's a dog! So. we're still working on this one and figuring this out. I'm hoping once the tractors are put away for the winter. Until then, if anyone has suggestions- let me know, please!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

[ The Cleaning Lady ]

This past weekend, I have a very to do list of things I wanted to accomplish.
It looked like this:
Try a new recipe
Have some friends over
Edit more photos
Sleep in
Weed my garden

I woke up Saturday, early, and wasn't really in any type of mood to get things done but something possessed me and somehow I cleaned for the next 8 hours. I mean cleaned. Windows got washed, baseboards got dusted, cobwebs were conquered and couches met with the vacuum. My to-do list just kept growing and more and more things kept getting checked off.

I got to 4 o'clock and it felt good. Laundry was folded, light bulbs changed, yard picked up... I accomplished way more than my little 5 items I had anticipated doing.I felt like I could conquer the world, which obviously was not true when I sat down and completely crashed afterwards. But, the house is clean and I got to start off my week with no pending laundry or dirty dishes. That's almost like a mini Christmas present to myself!

Saturday, September 8, 2012

[ Pinterest Dreaming ]

Here are my top picks from Pinterest for this fall:

1. Do you have old candle jars but you're sure what to do with them? 
Check this out... paper + tea light candle = genious.

2. Pumpkin Cream Cheese Bread. Honestly, there isn't much more to say than that. It sounds amazing. Looks amazing. And probably IS amazing. I'm thinking I'm going to try this one in my crockpot too, just like my Pumpkin Bread.
3. I am exploring new color themes. I hope to repaint the kitchen at some point this fall/winter and want something fun. I love yellow and grey, but since that's a bit drab for a kitchen, I just might try to work up something fun using yellow

4. Boots + high socks... especially when the socks are super cute, like these red ones or something with a bit of lace popping out of the top. There are loads of patterns of how to make them yourself on Pinterest, some of which I'm hoping to make this fall.

Friday, September 7, 2012

[ Friday Love ]

I love Fridays. I love feeling of waking up knowing that I'll get to sleep in the next morning. I love waking up to birds singing, soft golden rays and a purring cat laying on top of me. While I enjoy my job, there is just something special about the 2 days put together that we call the Weekend. No agendas, no hours sitting in front of a computer, no meetings or answering the phone. I enjoy my job, but cannot honestly say that I love it more than enjoying time working outside in my garden or drinking a cup of coffee on the back patio.

On the agenda for this weekend:
  1. Try a new recipe.
  2. Have some friends over.
  3. Edit some more photos.
  4. Sleep In.
  5. Weed my garden. 
I know, a crazy busy & jam packed weekend... NOT! It's going to be awesome!

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

A quick hello

Someone just wanted to say a quick hello....

Hope your day is going well! 
Happy Hump Day!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

[ Weekend Highlights ]

I spent the entire weekend with my husband. His new job & everything else exciting in his life means that he sometimes works odd hours, like the complete opposite of mine. This is not a complaint, as neither of us would trade this for the world. Even when we don't see each other during day, instead only when he crawls into bed at night- we still refuse to complain or wish it was any other way. We both know he's doing what he's wired to do and are so thankful for that. Working different hours does cause both of us to appreciate the time that we are together just that much more. So this weekend, we soaked up as much time as we could. Most of which was spent around our little farmhouse.

 Last week we emptied out the shed where we park our cars so we could put down some crushed up asphalt. That means, we had to put it all away. BUT everything is much more orangized and pretty. While we were cleaning, I found a little treasure. A robin built its nest on hope of our Christmas decoration sled.

I also got some photos from around our gardens, even though I did absolutely nothing to help with the weeds or water them. Oh well, maybe today....


And last but not least, Remington did everything with us. As always, he is adorable and wonderful. Not that I'm biased, but he is just an exceptional pup. We played, we ran, we chased and eventually we crashed...

All in all, it was a good weekend. We had time with family, time with each other, time to work around the house (we even painted a door!), and time to just enjoy not being apart. 

How was your long weekend?

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Being A Wifey

When I got married, I thought that somehow things would be easy. I mean, I was raised in an incredible family where my mum taught us gals how to do the housework stuff like clean bathrooms, not to wash pink undies with whites and how to cook for a multitude of people. I had a dad that vacuum and was an active part of my growing up through hanging out with us girls, showing us how men should treat us and washing dishes after dinner. How is it that after the wedding ceremony, I just magically thought that things would meld together into something beautiful like it had been with my parents growing up? How did I somehow think that growing up in different countries, different families and different cultures would magically just work as one? I was out of my mind. 

So. It’s two years later. Part of me wants to jump for joy. Don’t get me wrong, reading this makes it sound like the first couple years were the worst. Ever. Which is totally and completely not true. A large part of my not only wants to jump for joy, it does jump for joy. I am so proud of the ways that the Hubs and I have learned to communicate. The ways that we have learned to love. The ways that we have learned to work together, as a team, with nothing holding us back. 

But let’s be realistic too. While there’s a part of me that does jump for joy, another part of me wants to keep my head down and keep working. We’re on a role and we’ve got another 60+ years to learn how to do life together. Marriage, love, commitment- is all hard work. I don’t ever want to lose sight of where we are going. Some say that the first couple years is the hardest. It’s a crazy statistic, that when I first kissed the Hubs on our wedding day and cut the cake together, I never thought we’d fall into that category. Well, we’re not invincible. We had to learn who’d do the dishes after dinner. Who would pay the bills. Who would mow the lawn or pay the bills. We learned who turns the off the lights, who is crazy about rinsing dishes after a meal (you’ll never guess who!). 

This was originally meant to be an anniversary post, celebrating something awesome as the Hubs and I reached our 2 year mark. But, then life happened and a month later, I’m finally getting this out. Did something finally click like I expected on our wedding day? Something magical that made us always be on the same page? Heck no. But something did happen: Life. We learned, we struggled, we loved, we forgave. Life is a beautiful thing and I am so thankful for the opportunity to do it with my husband.
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