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I've been busy. Two weddings and a crazy cat escapade. Too much to write at the moment but I'll try. My cousin JP got married on June 27. It was a lovely wedding and thankfully we made it to see her get married- we took back roads. The 400 was plugged up due to a motorcycle accident, so a lot of the family ended up missing the vows because of it. JP looked stunning and I am so happy for her. It was nice to see family as well, and my Dad came to the wedding too which was especially nice as I hadn't seen him in months (Parents are still in Mexico).

The week-end after that was a bachelorette thing for my brother-in-law's fiancee KT. We went to the spa during the day and then out for supper that evening, then the other girls went out drinking but C and I went home. C was in the wedding party as well and a very thoughtful KT planned for her to be included in the spa and dinner. C had a great time, and oh my god, she is growing by leaps and bounds. I don't know what else to say except that my heart leaps into my throat when I look at her now.

During the week I managed to sneak in a breakfast with my dear friend Sir T. He brought me up to date on his shenanigans (as usual, they were numerous and equal parts tragic and funny) and I gave him a briefing on all that was going on in my life. The event was a short one but as always, a good one. I've missed talking with him - it's nice having a male perspective on things. Plus it's good having someone to talk to that I don't have to explain myself much - he "gets it".

The week-end after that was of course, M & KT's wedding. As my hubby S, the kids and I were all in it, it made for a very long day, but let me tell you something - I have not had that much fun while still being in the wedding party, in a very very long time. C, oh my god, she grew by leaps and bounds and she looked so much older than she is. KT's aunt wanted to hook her up with this 18 year old boy, S just about had a cow when he heard it and reminded the aunt that our daughter is ELEVEN.

The ceremony was moving, the dinner was fabulous, the speeches were a riot (highlights: my kids teasing the bride and groom in their speeches about getting them some more cousins; one of the groomsmen sang "500 miles" and oh my god, hilarious! The best speech ever), and the dancing, fantastic. They had a really great DJ that worked the crowd and knew when to pick things up and calm them down again. I was exhausted but exuberant. Of all things, I wished this day would be a happy and memorable one for them, and the wish came true. SS was very happy for his brother, and also had a great time.

This week-end is my brother's Buck & Doe, I get to take care of the twins during the day while MW does her running around and R goes to a golf tournament. C will also be helping me take care of my little turkeys. That night we will go and help out as we can, and have another good time. My brother asked me to be the MC for his wedding and I couldn't be happier, but now I have the difficult task of putting together a speech that won't make me burst into tears. I love R so much and we have been through so many difficult things, and I am so happy and proud of him, I'm tearing up just thinking about it. Happy tears, happy tears, but tears nontheless.

There's more in between all that but this will do for now.

Oh wait - the cat episode. Right. So mischief got free from the backyard, the neighbor's kid came knocking at our door asking to get her. S had to go out and rescue her, but she was hissing, spitting, shitting, biting, everything possible - she was very very scared and agitated. We managed to get her into her carry cage but not without S getting multiple scratch and bite wounds. We took her to the vet and him to the hospital. The vet had to sedate her to check her out - her shots were up to date, no broken bones (thank god), no visible signs of getting hurt - the vet said "whatever happened, it spooked her something awful". S went on heavy meds to prevent cat scratch fever or whatever, mischief is under quarantine for the next 10 days (side note: the health unit quarantines animals 7-10 days because by then THEY DIE IF THEY HAVE RABIES. They just don't tell you that.) the first day or so, she growled at everyone but me, would only let me near her, feed her, etc. We were worried something fierce and I think I cried for about an hour one night at the thought of having to let her go if she didn't get better. She has finally come around though and is actually downright friendly with everyone (something she never really was before - she would tolerate your presence if you weren't one of her family but that would be about it). Whooboy. What a month it's been.