3 years.

November 1st marked 3 years that Kyle & I have been dating. I kind of love him a lot and I don’t know what I’d do without him. 🙂

It’s been quite the ride, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.

Here’s to many, many more years.

I love you.

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The Countdown.

The countdown has begun. The weeks are ticking down. Soon it will be here. Harvest. The corn and beans are still green enough they can’t be harvested but you can tell by them getting browner everyday that harvest is near. This is a bittersweet time of year. It’s great weather, perfect for being outside and having bonfires. But it’s SO busy. It makes for some long days, early mornings and late nights.  And my boyfriend is basically nonexistent. Some days I don’t accept farming very gracefully. Sometimes I just want to spend time with Kyle without him having to leave on a service call or to drive a tractor/semi.  It’s gets lonely, I won’t lie. Meals get delayed. And I get jealous of those girls who can go out to a dinner and movie with their boyfriend without delay, interruptions, or ending the night early. There’s a lot of nights were it’s just me & Jules (our dog) until pretty late.  But I get over it, it’s just a  part of life. No farmers = no food. I knew what I was getting into when I started dating Kyle, but some days that doesn’t make it any easier. You have to learn to be flexible, like really flexible.

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Tips to Survive Harvest:
1. Find a hobby. Hello, blog.
2. Learn to be flexible. This is probably the most important.
3. Help out in the field or just ride around.
4. Spend time with family & friends.
5. Get a pet. Black labs make pretty good buddies.
6. Acceptance. This is happening whether you want it to or not.
7. Finish up those crafts and unfinished projects you have laying around.
8. Relax and have some “me” time. Catch up on that book or favorite TV show of yours.
9. Preparedness. Get things finished before harvest starts if you can, plan appointments, parties, etc. at slow times (I don’t think that really exists), make casseroles or cook-ahead freezer meals, and keep in mind what needs to get done other than fieldwork.
10. Take.a.deep.breath.

Wedding fever.

Man, is it just me or is everyone getting engaged? Kyle’s best friend from high school called last week to say he was buying a ring and then proposed a couple days later. I also have so many friends from nursing school and several from high school that have become engaged within the last several months. I’m like getting wedding fever. I wouldn’t mind a nice shiny ring for my left finger:) Oh well, I suppose he’s worth waiting for ;).

What it is really like to date a farm boy.

So you want to know what it’s like to date a farm boy?
Well here it is, the cold hard truth.
And my farm boy also happens to be a diesel mechanic.

Plans change every day. You’re going to have to be flexible. Very flexible.
There are no 8-5 jobs or 40 hours work weeks. It’s basically 24/7/365.
He’ll track dirt all over the kitchen floor & wash his greasy hands in the bathroom sink.
You’ll be recruited for parts runs, moving equipment, picking up & dropping people off at different fields, and moving trucks around.
They’ll say “what is that?” when you wear a new dress or blouse.
Be ready for some late nights and early mornings.
Carrying around sockets or wrenches in your purse will become totally normal.
You’ll have to get used to being home alone a lot.
They are still men, they are still human. They make mistakes, they’ll make you mad.
Supper will be delayed on a regular basis. You’ll starve until 9pm or eat by yourself.
On the somewhat rare occasion when you get dressed up and go out you may want to bring a set of normal clothes along because you’ll never know what the night will bring. And I don’t mean any sexual. I mean like pulling a friend’s truck out of the ditch and having to drag it home.
They think you look sexiest in your work clothes, not that expensive outfit you just bought.
His idea of a date is working on a truck in the shop.

If I haven’t scared you off yet, there are many great things about dating this type:

He’s a handyman. He can fix anything & everything
They’re manly. They aren’t prissy and aren’t afraid to get dirty.
Unlike most men they will try not to repeat past mistakes.
This life makes for some unique dates. Tractor ride, anyone?
They like to take care of their girl.
They are good with their hands.
He knows how to use all sorts of equipment.
They are traditionally loyal and protective.
They will teach you so much.
He’ll know how to make you laugh.
They’ll make you feel like you’ve never felt before.
Life in the country is best.
They aren’t afraid of putting down roots.
He’ll have muscles you can’t get anywhere but a farm.
There’s something sexy about working the land.
Most farmers want to keep the farm in the family. Thus, they want children.
He will work hard every single day of the year without complaint.
Fresh air, starry skies, and cornfields as far as you can see.
They will hold you closer and tighter and with more affection than any other man you’ve ever known.

Even though it’s not the easiest job in the world, I wouldn’t give up my country man for anything in the world.

The woman with you.

I got Kenny Chesney 2004 comin’ out my radiooo. No but really.

If there’s a song I’d have to pick that I relate too most right now it would be ‘The Woman With You’ by Kenny Chesney.

There’s a verse in the song that I feel relates to me perfectly.
She said, the girl I was with a business degree
Probably wouldn’t recognize me
I was gonna run the bank, I was gonna run the math
Now all I wanna run is a bubble bath
Back then, ya know, I had this plan
Before all this reality set in
Here come life, boy, ready or not
Hey, I wanted it all and that’s what I got

If I think back it’s crazy how much has changed since I was in high school. All throughout high school I had this plan. I was going to nursing school first to get my LPN, then RN, then BSN, then MSN. I was going to be a nurse practitioner. I was going to be the best. I was going to have it all.

I suppose you could call it a quarter-life crisis even though I’m only 22. Ha. I think though that this is something that happens to a lot of people. Or at least nurses because I’ve had many people I went to school with express the same concerns to me. Is it worth it? Yes and no, and that’s what makes it hard. I supposed I just need to tough it out for awhile until I can experience different settings besides a nursing home.

After high school I did go straight to college and received a diploma in Practical Nursing and then continued and got my Associate Degree in Nursing. I was dedicated, I worked hard, I was the top student in all my clinicals, I was the youngest graduate in my class. I loved class and clinicals. I loved feeling that rush of experiencing so much. After graduating from nursing school I passed boards and got my first job. I hated it. I stuck with that job until I found another. I like the job where I’m at but don’t get enough hours, but I’m kind of glad it’s only part-time. I try to explain my feelings to Kyle and my mom, they get it but I think it’s hard for them to truly grasp how I feel. I am looking into other career options. I am radiologist technician, diagnostic assistant, or diagnostic sonography. I’m going to do some research this week and look into different programs and jobs around the area. This is something that I have had a growing career interest in so we shall see.

If I decide to stick with nursing I would like to find a clinic job. Even though there is a shortage of nurses there isn’t exactly an abundance of jobs. They want what current nurses to do more in the same time for the same pay. And I don’t know if this is the case everywhere but the hospitals own almost all of the clinics around here and they don’t like to hire to new nurse, they just shift PRN/floats nurses around to fill vacancies. It’s really quite frustrating.

This is something I haven’t really admitted to many people; even though I was certain I wanted to be a nurse sometimes I feel it’s not for me. It’s one of the only jobs where you’re basically “on-call” for any shift on any day. That you have to work weekends & that you have to work holidays.

And the best line in the song:
Just when it feels like I can’t make it through
She said, it sure is nice to just be the woman with you.

I don’t know what I’d do without Kyle. He’s always there for me and keeps his patience. Even though he makes me mad sometimes about telling me I need to get a full-time nursing job regardless of the shift/hours. But he really is supportive and I love him for that. And it’s just really nice when I can relax and just be the woman with him.

Rural Route 44.

The post office wants to shut down and not deliver out here anymore but there’s sure been some important things happen on rural-route 44. Grandpa drove his first new tractor home on this road, that was quite a few years back. Now we’ve shined that tractor up for parades and we keep it in the old wood shack.

Down this road my dad first drove his two toned, ’63 Datsun pickup truck, he was going to take his future wife on a date so he had it all cleaned up. Within’ 10 years from that very day there were five little kids under foot, so Mama would send us out to ride bikes, she knew we were safe on that route.

She’d remind us to be back for supper as we’d run out the screen door. Some afternoons we’d just spend lookin’ for the best skippin’ rocks on rural route 44. That road served many purposes, it was our wagon trail when we played cowboys and Indians. We’d play all day and come in with dust coverin’ us from boots to grin.

When thinkin’ back on all those memories as I stand here and look down the long dirt road, we learned a lot of life’s lessons from time spent out there and I can’t help but feel some sorrow. So if it’s because of finances or just because things can’t stay the way they were before, don’t worry about bringin’ me mail but please always treasure the memories, times and character developed on rural-route 44.
– Trinity Lewis

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This was just posted by Analyzing from the Airwaves and I just had to pass it on. It has such a beautiful message that I feel so many of us can relate to. I can picture my grandpa driving his dad’s old Ford truck or driving my grandma around in the Mustang convertible he bought new. I can see my mom getting ready in the same bedroom I grew up in (until I was 7-8). I can picture the large tree that my sister and I would play under and grandpa would tell us stories. They sold that farm going on 15 years ago. But in the last 15 years we’ve made plenty more memories. And in the last year, since I have moved out with Kyle, we have made many memories. And I know there will be so many to come here on rural route 1.