Last Days

Time to get my mush on. Mush as in mushy, lovey dovey shit.

I get married in 20 days.

I am very excited to celebrate my marriage with everyone and throw a big shindig.

I have been with T for at least 10 years and it seems like we are already married. That is what make everything so exciting. We will be "official" and I won't have a boyfriend anymore.

I am still not 100% keen on changing my last name though. However, I will be changing it. I want the same last name as my children. Kids with hyphenated names sound snobby. My bachelorette party will not only celebrate ladies but it will also celebrate my last days of being a Herold. I will send Herold off with a bang and put him in the corner to be reserved for later use.

Anyway, what led this on all this wedding talk is that I really appreciate T and all he is doing. I may have over booked and exerted myself in the weeks leading up to the wedding (granted, I don't regret it at all. I am doing things that I really want to do) but things are keeping me very busy and the house and garden have been somewhat neglected by muah. T has stepped up his hours outside though and is doing so.much.work! to make our land beautiful of our wedding. (shout out to my sweet mother who came and cleaned my house this weekend.) T has been very understanding in all the things I am doing and I so appreciate that. Honestly, I was anticipating some crankiness and frustration because I am doing things that don't include him but he is being so supportive and I couldn't ask for a better boy.

I am so glad that T will be my husband and all his love will make being a flat out Marrs worth it.

Ch, Ch, Ch, Cherries

It's the time of year (well maybe a couple weeks late, due to the wicked rain) for my Bing cherry tree to produce some awesome cherries!
I LOVE LOVE LOVE Bing cherries! I don't even need a recipe to enjoy these sweet fruits. A recipe would just ruin it. Even canning ruins them, in my opinion. I just pick, eat, poop, and eat. It's a beautiful thing.

My Babies

I shouldn't have sweet babies out here in the county. Whenever one doesn't come home for the night, I flip thinking he was run over by a car, eaten by a cougar, or decapitated by a hay tractor (I know, it's bad, huh?). Now, I do have a valid reason be somewhat worried; one baby, Sam, was gone for 3 weeks last year trapped under a house. I was sure he was dead and cried about it for a week but he is safe and sound at home after someone finally found him (not the actual owner's of the house mind you).
Recently, Stanley was gone for 24 hours. Totally unlike him. I got up at 6am and searched all the ditches near our house on the road and cried all morning at work. I went home during the middle of the day to see if he returned. Turns out the little bastard was waiting for me at the back door. I spanked him soundly and put him inside.
So obviously I get a little too attached and want everyone (even animals) to be safe so that is why my children have rules. They have to be inside by 8p. I do this because I don't want them to be outside at night. There are coyotes, skunks, spiders, vampires, and cougars (there was a cougar sighting at our neighbors house 2 weeks ago) that hunt at night and I would feel better just having everyone in the house at night time. It works pretty well and we have a good routine going. That is until this guy came along and everyone was thrown out of whack (although Sam and Stanley are not hissing quite as much today and still did come home by curfew last night).

Meet Simon. Okay, so Simon isn't 100% ours yet, I still feel like someone will come looking for him in this upcoming week. But here is the story, I was on a run Friday when I was passing someone's overgrown field. I heard a kitty meowing and I stopped (because I always stop when I hear a kitty because I assume that it is lonely and just needs some love, what can I say, I am a sucker for sweet friendly cats). Anywho, this little orange kitten comes running across the street to me crying with some nice scratches and blood on his face. I scooped him up and looked around amazed that this tiny kitten just come running out of the bushes to me. And...he wasn't scared of Buk at all, he just wanted some major attention! The house I was near has a locked fence so I couldn't go ask them about this cat. So.....of course, I took the kitten home. I didn't want to leave him by himself, he obviously needed some help. I flagged down a car to call T who was at home so he could come pick me up (I still had a mile left to go until I made it home). But, T didn't get the message and I ran/walked home with this kitten crying in my shirt.
Later that day, I went to the houses around where he came out of the brush and no one claimed him, I even left a note on the house with the locked gate. They never called. So, it looks like we might have ourselves a new kitty. (Plus, if you know me, you know I love orange cats and wanted one next anyway.) I keep wondering where Simon came from though. Was he a barn cat? A feral cat? I don't know but he is VERY sweet and friendly and wanted to be found bad!
Here are some pics and a video of the new addition (although again, someone might claim him, I don't know and if someone does, he goes home because I know how awful it feels to think you lost your babe). If no one claims him, off to the vet he goes next week for his baby shots.

this one was after a bath in the sink

Oh, and Stanley got a new collar, he asked me to take a picture to post because he thinks he looks amazing!