Little Fucker.

So there is a genius mouse living in my garage. (Or at least there was. Muahaha) For MONTHS now, I have been trying to catch the fucking thing, and it takes the bait off the trap and MOVES the trap. The first few times he moved it in front of the stairs leading into the garage, thankfully I was momentarily smarter than the rodent and stepped safely over the trap. (phew)
Usually when I come into the garage to do laundry, the mouse scurries away from the mess he makes with my trash, and hides until the next day. Well this past week the little fucker just stares me down! I would walk in (jerking the door loudly, as usual, hoping to scare him) and he would just stare at me with those little black mischievous eyes. Well my laundry had been sitting in the dryer for about a week because the mouse was not allowing me to enter "his domain", so I decided enough was enough and I wasn't going to put up with this mouse's shit anymore. So I called my dad and told him I had some "manly things" for him to come do at my house. He set a badass trap for the little fucker, including a plate of honey and a giant bucket. Well what do ya know, an hour later the mouse was caught in a pool of thick honey suffocating and freaking the fuck out. He woke me up last night flipping out trying to get out of the bucket. I'm 90% sure he was dead this morning, but I was too big of a chicken to go and look! I made my dad promise me the mouse wouldn't attack me out of anger at my actions against him, before I would go grab some clean panties out of the dryer. I stood at the door, staring at the bucket for a good 10 minutes before I sprinted to the dryer, grabbed a hand full of clothes (hoping some panties were in there) and sprinted back to the door and up the steps. So I'm not certain that the little fucker is dead, or even IN the bucket still. I wouldn't be surprised if he had gotten out without knocking over the bucket. Wouldn't be surprised at all.
Needless to say, I had horrifying dreams about mice. Little mice, big mice, beds full of mice... *shudders*

Fucking hate mice.
Little fucker better be dead when I get home, or his ass is getting bleached.


PS. Yes, there WERE clean panties in the hand full of laundry I recovered from the mouse's lair, or else I would be going commando today.

EDIT!!!

Went home today, and asked my brave lesbian mommies to take care of the mouse. Well Ha! There were TWO of them in there! Little fuckerSSS.

Missing my man...

Grades came in from last semester. 4.0!! I'm so excited! Nice to see that all my hard work paid off. One of my teachers sent me an e-mail and said that I was a "joy to have in class"... Sweet.

Taylor's hubby is coming home tomorrow for the weekend before he ships off to Afghanistan. I'm so happy for them! He is so excited to see baby Hayden. It will a tough day when he has to leave again so soon though. Then Tommy comes home memorial day weekend. I can't wait, I'm SO EXCITED!! It will be amazing to hold his hand again, even if it's only for a few days. Every second counts. It's crazy thinking about how long he will be gone for. One day at a time though. And I honestly feel like my heart grows for him every single day. When we finally get through this, I think my heart will be on the verge of combustion. It will be worth it in the end, to have my family back together, and an amazing man lying next to me every night. He will have such a great job after all this too, which is huge. A job he loves, makes a ton of dough, and he will be SO good at. 3 years from now we will all be settled in at home, our family complete once again. Tommy must be something special. I couldn't go through this for just anyone.

It's so exciting to have my body almost where I want it. I met my goal weight recently, and even though I didn't have TOO much to lose, I smile when I look in the mirror now. I love the way my stomach looks. I am definitely going to be buying a new bikini within the month :)

Me today.

My name is Catt, and I am the mother to an amazing little boy named Kieran. He is 10 months old and just started walking. Daddy, Tommy, is on a deployment, but we talk about him every day and I tell Kieran bedtime stories starring his hero. Every week, every day, sometimes even every hour is a struggle to play the part of a single, working, school-attending parent while still trying to maintain a long distance relationship. It's been tough but so far things are going as good as can be expected, and I feel closer and closer to Tommy every day even though we are so far apart. If we can make it through these next couple years, we can make it through anything!

I feel like a high school kid when I say this, but I have a "new best friend" now-a-days. Taylor is a girl I knew from High School that I just happened to cross paths with when she was pregnant with her daughter and Kieran was a few months old. Her husband was recently deployed as well, and she lives about a mile away from my house. The four of us (Me and Kieran, and Taylor and her daughter Hayden) make quite the little group. The kids amaze us every day, and we're doing our best to provide as much support and stability to them as possible even though their lives were so suddenly changed recently. Hayden has just started smiling and cooing, she's obsessed with her Mama. We are convinced she and Kieran will be married someday ;)

I guess part of the reason I decided to do this is for Tommy. He feels like he is missing out on what is going on at home, and I want him to feel as involved as possible. I feel like I'm falling in love with him all over again, I can't even imagine how I'll feel when I finally get to see him playing with Kieran again. It will be amazing!!!!