Because I aspire to be a crazy cat Lady...

Today, I feel like writing a post on someone who has been a very big support in my life: Cat.

Cat is our lovely tabby feline. She was adopted from a Petsmart charity and is eight years old.



 Originally, her name was Tasha, but Jon dubbed her Cat and that is the only thing she responds to, now. Her records indicate that she is half maincoon, which is why she is so large and wonderful.

Now, those of you who know Jon know that he is by no means a friend of cats; in fact, he is what I would even call a cat terrorizer. However, when I had my surgery and was down for a time, Jon didn't want me to be alone all day, so that is how I got Cat.

I also may have agreed to call our firstborn daughter after a pokemon. Eevee to be exact.

Eevee Ellen Kirkland.

EEK!

The ironic thing is that Cat absolutely adores Jon.

She lounges on his dirty clothes.

steps on his pillow.

sleeps on his side of the bed....





Jon won't admit it to other people, but methinks he has a soft spot for Cat.

I mean, really, look at that face; how could you not?

She plays fetch, supervises paintings, talks to you....

She is a complete snuggle buddy.



She also makes you feel so loved with her constant snuggling and her waiting by the door.

One of her favorite passtimes is to help me with homework and stalk people on facebook.

She also has an orange belly, I'm not sure why that should make you happy.... but it should....

Whedding, Smedding

I knew I was going to have a white dress.... and that is about all.

When I was younger, I wanted a zebra print wedding, then I wanted it to be a fall wedding so I could look like the goddess Demeter.

I want to steal everything about her.

As it turns out, neither of these plans worked; but that is okay~ if you look at the reception, it was still very me.

So, my family was in Snowflake, but everyone I knew were in Mesa/Tempe while everyone Jon knew were in Yuma. It was a bit of a debacle. I let Jon's family take care of the Yuma reception; but I had no idea what to do here, without the support of my family.

ADVICE I WISH I HAD: (srsly, if you are engaged/planning a wedding... read this)

1. you have to be able to move around and be in your wedding dress for longer than 5 minutes, plan accordingly. My dress was SO beautiful, but I couldn't breathe, I couldn't eat, it was stifling hot, and it weighed as much as a lead suit.

2. your wedding day will never be how you envisioned, just realize this and be prepared for it. Besides, what is really important is really the fact you are married.

3. no matter what a perfectionist you are, do not be in charge. If you are in charge, your wedding will be so ridiculously stressful

4. the biggest complaint I here is how people they had wished they spent a little more on a photographer, make sure it isn't something you regret.

5. make sure that your invitations don't get lost in the mail........... like mine............. whoops.

Alright, all seriousness aside, lets just look at my pictures, I already know that is your favorite.
Sooo, my colors were orange and cobalt blue~ sound odd? well, its not. it's FUNKY FRESH.

why those colors?

Well, I told you I had always wanted a fall wedding, so I get the one color that allowed a little more leadway on season that hardly anyone else used. Also, many of you don't know this, but Jon and I are really big science geeks and Cobalt just so happens to be our element.

It's my favorite color, the name of our first fish, my favorite element... etc. PLUS, it just so happens to be the complimentary color of orange. PERFECT.

I wanted to take the nerdy a step farther by getting married on a 27th, the atomic number of Cobalt, but none of the days were really working for us.... oh well.

Now, the Yuma reception was much different than the one in Mesa. The Yuma reception had a shabby chique style.

For centerpieces we cut strips of burlap and laid them out across the white table cloth, then we had a white pitcher that had a branch from a cumquat tree as well as vintage cobalt blue glass bottles.

Isnt it fabulous?

ps. if anyone wants the butterflies on my cake, I have extra I'm trying to get rid of.

also, there is no method to the posting of pictures.... I just know you like to look at my photography genius

Honeymoon: where you moon your honey

Everyone is nosy, don't even try to deny it.

Even the title of this triggers the thought, how was Kylie's honeymoon? was it awkward?
you bet your nosy ass it was.

BUT, I will spare you details; because as much as I want to share my life with you, I actually don't.

However, there is a phenomenon in today's society where we love to look at pictures. It is for this reason that facebook was so successful.

LOOK, LOOK AT MY PICTURES.

First we went to the beach, it is just something you have to do when you go to San Diego. There is this lovely little wildlife perserve called La Jolla Cove. I got close enough to Sea Lions to pet them, but I didn't, because I don't want my high-five to become a high-three.

I took lots of pictures of Jon with trees; because he considers himself "an amature arborist." Isn't that just so darling?

Then we went to Julian, because we had a cabin to ourselves for a whole week.

On the way there, the roads began to ice up (it had rained on our wedding and the higher altitudes were expecting a devastating snow store) and there were a few car accidents. It was "exciting."

We got snowed in.

We ate pie.

We watched Hercules and made lemon poppy seed muffins.

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We made anotomically correct Adam and Eve Snowmen.

We downloaded Zombie slasher films.

We sat by the wood burning stove.

It was rather lovely, actually.
Because of the zombie movies, there were a few times that I made Jon get out of bed around two in the morning to turn on the lights so no living dead would get me whilst I tinkled. I also made Jon promise that we would never own a doberman because of Resident Evil; I'm not sure I could handle waking up in the middle of the night with one of those standing in the doorway.

Chlellasea. or chelsea. chels. whatevs.

I'm going to do something disgusting, I'm going to emotionally vomit words all over this blog about one of my absolute best friends, Chelsea Breinholt.

Chelsea is going to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints. If you'd like to know more, click here. If you want to know my personal account, just shoot me a message.

Now Chelsea has always been a good example to me, even though we hated each other when we first met. We were sophomores in HighSchool and a certain boy had captured our interest... at the same time.... it was problematic in the way that most teenage romances are. However, by our senior year, we were inseparable.

We went to prom together, we watched zombie movies together, we did stupid things as highschool graduates together (the most notorious of which is when we durastically altered our hair; she went red and I lost 15 inches), we went to california together, we lived in a confined space together (AND WE BOTH SURVIVED).

Chelsea was even my maid of honor, and I love her. Ps. Thanks for sacrificing so much.

She leaves this month to go to Chicago, where she is convinced she will freeze to death. I have prepared for this event for months, even buying a large supply of zebra print paper for our mail correspondance. I'm a little selfish, but it is going to be hard to let her go. I want to follow her.

Chelsea, I am so proud of you and you are amazing. You also will be the best sister missionary in the universe. Godspeed, my sister