Cats vs. the Tree Frogs

Every morning I wake up and go outside with my first cup of coffee. My back porch is screened in, but there are gaps. During the night, I swear every tree frog in the vicinity comes onto the porch. Well, I love the little buggers because they are so cute. There little green legs with there long toes are enchanting. To me anyway. To my cats, they're a snack. And so, the race is on. I go onto the porch, and my animals follow me. Well, in the past few days, I've had to race my cats to get to the cute little green hoppers before pumpkin, snickers and pixie do. I lost the battle this morning. Pumpkin killed one before I could get them all in safe places. I scan the windows, the ground, the cracks in the walls looking for frogs and at the same time, my cat's are as well. Unfortunately, cats are better stalkers than I am. This morning, I went to rescue a little green man from Pixie and Snickers and in the process made him jump, right onto Pixie's face! She scrunched her nose up and shook her head but the frog hung on. I finally extracted him and placed him outside before they could gulp him up. Only one frog lost his life this morning, and I feel terrible. Happily, I rescued three before the gobblers got him. Tomorrow, it will start all over again.

The cats away and the mice will play...NOT

Sean is in the field for nine days, starting today. So, as you may guess, it will be a long night for me. I keep waiting for him to come home. Bah. I finally got to write again, though. And will probably be up all night for crits. Anyhow, I wanted to talk about The Distance. This poor story has gone through the wringer and back only to find out in the final stretch, it lost it's second wind. Damn, don't you hate when that happens? Well, I'm putting that story to bed. I've started chapter 14 on Axel, and am excited to start on Luke and Sara's story, which at themoment, it untitled.

Back to spending nine days alone, God, I pray the storms stop. It's one thing to be alone in the middle of nowhere, but something else entirely to be in the middle of nowhere on a dark, stormy ngiht...sounds like the beginning of a bad horror story. At least I've got Sean's 1911, now, if I can just cock the sucker I'll be good to go. Here's to hoping I don't need to use my home protection!

By the way, baby medeiros is giving me heartburn on top of all day morning sickness. I HATE being pregnant (so far).

I sit here alone tonight

As I sit here alone tonight as my hubby is out with his guy friends celebrating a troops 21st birthday, I'm thinking to myself what about me? Okay, so yeah, I'm pregnant, can't drink, probably shouldn't be up all night, but I want to have fun, too. So here's my question to you, is it wrong to feel left out on 'guys night out'. For a single moment in my mind, I'm thinking to myself, I'm pregnant, and these bars they are going to will be full of young, beautiful single women. now, not that I'm not young and pretty, but it was the pregnancy blip in my mind. Lol...I'm not upset at him for going, and I infact encourage him to. At least he'll have a good time. In the hours between though, I find myself with a dilemma: What do I do with all the extra time on my hands now? Watch my dog chase around the cats? Play with the gerbils? I've already updated my website and promoed my butt off for as much as I can do on a Thursday. I'm fresh out of brain cells having written 3k today. Movies are alright, but when I want to sit down and watch a movie, I've already seen everything on or I don't care for whatever they are showing .Okay, so I'm picky. Here's the romance part: This would make a great comical relief for one of my stories. The pregnant wife gets left behind in favor of beer and women. Sheesh. I feel so cliche at the moment. Then again, Sean always makes up for these moments with double the love. It's why I encourage him to go. Okay, so I'm playing the guilt card, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. Lol...I love my husband dearly, but sometimes men are just buttheads.