Thelma, Louise, and the Crazy Cat Ladies!

So yeah. It has been a while since we made an update. Basically, all of us (apart from Emily) are really awful at doing the whole blog thing. I mean geez! In the last like month both Katelyn and Sarah Guinn have moved in (yay!) and there have been plenty of shenanigans. But of all this one of the most exciting (and definitely most cute) things that happened occurred on the eve of Sarah Guinn’s arrival. Sara, Emily, Katelyn and I were all getting back from Frisco at about dusk when we saw two little kittens in our yard! Naturally we went to play with them. One was cream and the other black, but both were so stinkin adorable. I was holding the cream one when it tried to climb on me, which did not turn out well due to the razor sharp claws. I yell out “GEEZ LOUISE!”, and realize that is a perfect name for this kitten. Louise. Katelyn and Emily agreed this was a wonderful name, a name made better when they decided to call the black kitten Thelma. How perfect! We held, played with, and took pictures of Thelma and Louise for a while, and then decided it was time to get them back home. We know they belong to our next door neighbor, so no big deal. We just walked over and dropped the dynamic duo off at home, then headed back to our own. In typical Thelma and Louise style, they raced off after us and met us by the back door. Naturally we had to play with them some more. And take more pictures. In typical kitten fashion they were extremely curious and adventurous, but at the same time soft and sweet. It was really hard not to fall in love with the little tykes! This lasted about an hour and included several attempts to return the kittens to their rightful owners, but every time we took them home they followed us back to the Cherry House. They just like us better apparently. Eventually we set them on their porch next to their cute little cat bed and ran inside our house before we could see them following us. It was so much fun! In other news, we learned all four of us are allergic to cats. Worth it. Emily took close to a hundred pictures, I kid you not, and if we are facebook friends you were bound to see several. Here are some of our favorites:

Emily and Thelma. Looking adorable.

Awww the four of us are amazing. 

Oh Hey Louise, just popping out of Katelyn's shirt. 

And then also a cute one of these two together!

I tried to hold both, but their endearing spunk made it difficult. 

Sara showing off the kitty...

And also letting them roam free when they wished. 

The next evening Sarah Guinn moved in, and may I just say living here has been everything we imagined and more.  There is so much fun in our future.

First Pinterest Fail

So, in case you don't know about the Cherry House (why are you reading our blog, then?), we really love Pinterest. If you don't know what that is, well, we'll recommend you go to pinterest.com immediately. And by immediately, I mean after you finish reading this. :) Honestly, we've had a lot of successes - our house wouldn't be as cute as it is nor would our tummies be as happy without said successes. However, I suppose all good things must come to an end. And last week, our Pinterest success streak came to a burnt, smelly end.

We were all chillin' in the kitchen when we, well mostly me, decided that we needed something sweet. Not just any kind of sweet, though. Something chocolatey and gooey and warm and sweet. Where do we turn? Pinterest obviously. This is what we found:

Looks delicious, right? We liked it firstly because that looks like heaven in a bowl. After following the original link, we saw that it only required four ingredients and a crock pot. Done! We followed the instructions and awaited the deliciousness that was sure to come.

Within half the time of what the directions said, we noticed a slight burning smell. We opened the crock pot and discovered this:

 Notice, the middle is super gooey (first picture) and the edges were burnt to a crisp (second picture). Not really what the recipe was going for. We rescued what we could - the gooey stuff, we put in coffee mugs and then garnished with the cooked (but not burnt) portions of our fail.

Correctly cooked part of our fail.

Sad, burnt cookie/brownie disaster.

Sad me, transferring cookie/brownie goop into coffee mugs.

Despite our Pinterest fail, we are still continuing to do Pinterest activities; there's no stopping us. Needless to say, we have had many a success since this debacle, and I'm sure there will be many more to come; however, we'll keep you updated on our fails to give you fair warning that it won't actually work. Although, in retrospect, I think the main problem with this one was that our crock pot was much larger than what the recipe called for. At least, that's what we're chalking it up to.

Jill vs The Blinds

Let me forewarn you that the story of this blog post isn't really all that thrilling; in fact, it's pretty mundane. That being said, you should stick around for the pictures because, like smiling, it's worth it. (Click here if you don't get the reference.)

So far this summer, it's been just me and Sara, but as of Thursday, Jill has joined us, too! We're really excited to have another room mate. Last night, we were all sitting in the kitchen just hanging out and whatnot when we began to discuss the blind situation in our kitchen. You see, we have blinds on the windows and then curtains that were here from previous owners over the blinds. The blinds have always been all the way up and the curtains all the way down. See? Mundane. But wait! Here comes intrigue...the curtains don't work! Ooo. Ex. Cite. Ing.

As the three of us were sitting there, we decided that we should figure out how to fix them. We began working on them, and before too long, we had them fixed. They're still a little janky, but they work considerably better than they did before. We also, in this process, started playing with the blinds. I think we were maybe trying to get them all the way up, or all the way down...one of them.

"Milking" the blinds, as Jill so coined it.

At some point, the blinds weren't really responding like they ought to and then this happened:

Notice that the blinds are at the bottom of the window, not the top.

Oops.

Upon observing the blinds further, it's not just that they fell, but they actually broke in half.

Super human strength but still sad Jill.

Maybe this was one of those stories that you had to witness, but we were all dying of laughter while precariously balancing on chairs, of course. We're hoping our land lord will be nice and supply us with a new set of blinds, but if not, we'll somehow manage to scrounge up the four bucks and buy a new set.

Sneaky Zucchini Day

According to this website, today is National Sneak Some Zucchini on Your Neighbor's Porch Day. That being said, we have already established a Cherry House tradition in which random/obscure holidays are recognized (only if we approve them AND nothing more important is happening that day). For example, if there is someone we know who has a birthday that day, that wins. A roommate moving in? Wins. We do our best to celebrate these holidays, as well. And today, we went all out.

Sara and I with zucchinis ready to be sneaked.

For whatever reason, this was much funnier than we anticipated. I mean, let's face it. Zucchini's are weird vegetables. They look weird, their name is weird...they even have a weird texture (maybe that last one's just me). Then there's the whole idea of sneaking them, at night, onto a friend's porch. Oh yes. We amended the rules slightly for our safety. You see, we live in the ghetto and, although a zucchini on your porch is probably considered a nice gesture in the world in general, I have a feeling that people in this neighborhood might not take as kindly to it. Our first stop? Good friend number one. (We're protecting the innocent, here.) As we pull up to the house, I turned my lights out a few houses early and we quietly got out of the truck and giggled all the way to the porch. After we took a picture of us in the act, we dropped the zucchini and ran. Literally. Well, after taking another picture, of course.

Obligatory duck face, on my part.

Just a zucchini, you know, chillin'.

We sped off, giggling and feeling like we'd really accomplished something borderline illegal. Not that it is, but it kind of felt like it. Our next house was going to be a bit trickier, however. We know the occupants well and know that the front door has a tendency to remain slightly, if not completely, open. Obviously, that could provide some potential issues in the sneaky part of this adventure. Upon arrival, we drove past to see that, although the door was ajar, we would still be likely to complete our mission. Circling around and coming back, the same routine occurred. Turn off lights, quietly get out of car, sneak up to the house, take pictures.

We're proud of our sneakiness.

Welcome, zucchini.

We managed to keep the giggling to a minimum on this one because the door was indeed ajar, and getting caught in the act was simply not an option. We couldn't fail! The last house was also a tricky one because, not only did we know that the occupants were home, but we also knew that one would soon be leaving. We were afraid that we'd be in the middle of capturing our adventure and the front door would open, ruining our otherwise flawless zucchini sneaking record. In true sneaky zucchini style, however, we were completely successful, yet again.

We were apparently super excited about this particular zucchini drop.

Merry 'Sneak Some Zucchini On Your Neighbor's Porch Day'?

I must admit, we were a bit creepy and drove back by the first house to see if our present had been discovered. Alas, it had not, but we're hoping to hear some rumblings in the near future. For now, though, we'll lock this one away as one of our favorite holidays to celebrate and continue to revel in our success of an adventure.

"I'm Not From the Country!"

"Just because I own a gun doesn't mean I can't be afraid of roaches!"

Bang, bang, bang. Squish.

The end.





Oh, you wanted the rest of the story? I suppose I'll oblige.



The other night, I walked into the laundry room to get some clothes out of the dryer, and when I turned on the light, there was a HUGE cockroach just hanging out in the middle of the floor. I was under the impression that most roaches will run away when the light gets turned on, so, with that impression in mind, I assumed he was dead. I continued toward the dryer and THEN IT MOVED. And, naturally, I screamed bloody murder.



I picked up my shoe, which I conveniently left in the laundry room and started swatting at this roach like a crazy person (I mean, I suppose I am a little on the crazy side). BUT IT WOULDN'T DIE.



AND IT STARTED FLYING.



TOWARDS ME.



So, of course, I ran away screaming to Sara because I, for some strange reason, assumed that she'd come and save the day and get rid of this terrifying bug. I convinced her to come to the laundry room where we were both standing in the doorway yelling at one another, trying to decide who was going to kill this thing that I don't understand why they were created. Nobody likes them; at least, nobody who is sane. Hahaha. Anyway! As we're standing there yelling back and forth, the stupid thing starts flying again, and we, being the mature college seniors that we are, run away screaming like Freddy Krueger was standing at the window.



I attempted to convince Sara that I'd already tried twice to kill this roach and that it is now officially her turn. She didn't go for it. Upon me telling...well, it was more along the lines of yelling at her that it was only fair (See? We totally act our age all the time), she retorted that she was not from the country, and I suppose by her logic, that made her exempt from killing a bug. Lies.



I did end up manning up and beating that roach into smithereens without anymore attempts by said roach to attack me, though. Yay for happy endings.

And. Here. We. Go...

While I had planned on having at least an introductory post that possibly included all the wonderful Pinterest crafts that have occurred already in this house, the latest news in the Cherry House supersedes that by far. Unfortunately, though, that plan I had isn't being superseded by something exciting or great...okay, maybe it's exciting, albeit slightly terrifying.

Up until today, I've been the only one living in this house because three of my other roommates have been off gallivanting around foreign countries (they know that my bitter jealousy comes from a place of love :] ) and the fifth roommate couldn't move in until today. Anyway. This house is old and it definitely has it's quirks, but I have yet to have any major problems.

And jumping a little bit...I promise all these random thoughts will come together into a cohesive story...at least, that's the plan. For the last few days, I've been in my hometown because my cousin got married (yay!). The wedding was last night, and I left first thing this morning to come back to good old Sherman. After nearly four hours on the road, my parents dog and I pulled into the driveway that was no longer empty (yay for roommates moving in!). I immediately ran into the house to let Sara know that I was home and to go to the bathroom (hey, a route44 soda + no stops = emergency). Next step? Take the dog for a walk because he's been in a kennel for the past two hundred and something miles. I put on his leash and take a lap around the house. When I get to the back, I see glass on the ground and am immediately perplexed. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the screen had been cut and ripped off and the glass had been broken. I ran into the house and screamed at Sara "What happened to our house?!" Since she hadn't been living here, she had no idea what was going on either. I walked into Jill's room to see the damage on the inside. Glass everywhere. Blinds ripped down. Heart sinking. And here's a picture so you can get a better idea...

Like I said, heart sinking. And beating quite a bit faster than normal. My next thought was something along the lines of "Oh no, someone broke in and stole stuff" (although, let's be real...it wasn't that G-rated). I ran to my room and noticed that if there was a thief involved, they were incredibly stupid because nothing was missing. And if it is, it is so insignificant that I have to yet to notice it's absence.

We called our landlord immediately and he'll be over later today to fix it. The next call was to the parents, who told me to call the police. (My mother also wanted me to ask the police for a special favor in that they come by the house at night to make sure we're all safe since we're a bunch of college girls living on our own; thanks, Mom, but no. We'll be fine.) I did, however, call the police and they told me that since nothing was stolen, it would only be criminal mischief and the chances of anything worth it coming out of were slim to none.

And, somewhat surprisingly, I'm not really freaked out nor do I feel unsafe being here. It just annoys me more than anything. Hopefully, this will be the first and the last time anything of this nature happens. If it does happen again, the chances of this house being empty are not very good and well, they really don't want to see the five of us mad and defensive.