Mr. C. Cow is holiday OBSESSED when it comes to Christmas. As soon as Thanksgiving leftovers are put away he’s already putting up the holiday tree. He’s baked five dozen sugar cookies before breakfast the next morning. By lunchtime he’s somehow managed to wrap his cow horns in wrapping paper. I’m cool with his need to start decorating but it drives Marslean a tad bit nuts. Especially when she comes home to find the pillows on her bed neatly wrapped.
On top of his holiday enthusiasm, we always go through the entire month of December camper traveling to find Santa Claus. It was done last year and the year before that. Searching for Ol’ Saint Nick is just something that Mr. C. Cow feels he has to do. A letter or email won’t do when he wants to discuss how he’s behaved (mostly) the entire year. This also drives Marslean crazy. She’s attempted to explain to him that an email is perfectly fine. Nope. Emailing is not going to happen. (Does Mr. C. Cow have an email?) We’re on the lookout for the jolly guy in the red suit once again.
Maybe we can get Marslean to go with us on a few of our Santa hunting adventures. It might make her appreciate Mr. C. Cows fascination with the red suited man. It would help me out because there would be two of us trying to chase after him as he’s running after a sleigh.
It’s almost Thanksgiving in the states and we’ve been busy baking pies and tracing hand turkeys. Making a hand turkey is tough when you’ve got hooves or otter hands. Bishop makes a pretty wicked looking turkey with his giant polar bear paws. You have to lay out four pieces of paper just to make his whole hand fit.
Since Thanksgiving is all about giving thanks I asked everyone to share three things that they are thankful for.
Low wind days when you have to fly to the grocery store
Decent WiFi signals
Mr. C. Cow is thankful for…
Free snack vendors
We are all thankful for so many different things but have one thing in common. Each other. We are thankful to have each other. We’re also thankful for all of you that read our postcards every week. Without friendship, love, and all of you none of this would be possible.
Fall is in the air and it’s one of the best seasons of the year to hit up a farmers market.
I know that Summer is also a good time. Spring isn’t bad either. Autumn markets are the prime time for buying if you’re into the squash, pumpkins, and brussels sprouts. They are also great for those of us who have to plan a unique and enormous Thanksgiving holiday menu. When you have guests that don’t eat meat, are usually considered the “main entrée”, and won’t eat asparagus (Who doesn’t like asparagus??!!??) it can be a challenge.
Mr. C. Cow went with me on what he called my “squash quest” to start planning the holiday feast. I think he only wanted to come along because it involves food and questing. Anything that he considers a “quest” always needs a heroic cow sidekick. I don’t know how much protection I need on a “squash quest” but I’ll take the extra set of helping hoofs to carry groceries.
As luck has it I was able to get a good idea on what to serve this year without it involving meat or (sigh) asparagus. No warlocks tried to block my way to the market. Not a single booby trap was tripped while walking from the camper. We didn’t even see any forbidding signs telling us to “beware”. I think the quest protection was not needed but Mr. C. Cow said his being there was working.
Speaking of Mr. C. Cow, he seemed to find the whole farmers market thing amusing. Before you could say “But I like asparagus!” he was standing next to a cart juggling gourds. I don’t think the gourd seller appreciated it until I gave him a few dollars for the juggled produce. When Mr. C. attempted to trade an old shoestring he found in his pocket for an apple from an agitated orchard grower, I was able to distract him with snacks.
Holiday meal planning takes a lot of time and effort when you’re trying to do the best you can for all of your family and friends. I’m glad I have enough time to get a menu all planned out. Maybe Mr. C. Cow can resist the urge to haggle or juggle the next time we’re at a market and help me out. At least he kept me safe from warlocks.
Marslean is the one that asked that we not serve any asparagus at this years meal. I don’t think we’ve ever served it for Thanksgiving but she insisted it not be on the table. After explaining that it wasn’t even in season, she was still adamant that we not serve it. I’m going to have to find out if this is a taste thing or a fear thing. If it’s fear then would it be “asparagaphobia”?
We’ve official made it to the 4th Of July! The picnic table is set. The grill is doing it’s grill thing. I put together a wonderful bar and Mr. C. Cow made a very patriotic looking cake with edible sparkles. Marslean’s firework spectacular is about ready to start and the party guests are full of the veggies Bishop grilled.
We all hope that you have a wonderful (and firework safe) holiday with all of your family and friends! To those that are not in the states, we hope that you all have a great (and firework safe…seriously….fire explosions!) day!
Hopefully I can get a piece of cake before Mr. C. Cow decides to start licking it.
The 4th of July is coming up in the states next week and it’s going to be a busy one. We’ll all be at home and Mr. C. Cow and I plan on doing a lot of cooking. He’s been pouring over cookbooks for the perfect deserts to go with grilled veggies while I’m trying to figure out how to light the grill. I’ve used a gas grill before but it’s been YEARS since I’ve attempted to use charcoal. Bishop might have to be in charge of the grill lighting. I’m afraid I’ll catch my giant beehive on fire.
Speaking of fire, we’re planning on letting Marslean handle the fireworks this year. Last year Mr. C. Cow was holding a sparkler and got a teeny tiny little burn on his hoof. It was so tiny that it probably hurt for a second. Despite the small injury, Mr. C. acted like his entire leg had caught on fire. We had to wrap all of his legs in gauze just to get him to stop crying. Marslean said there will be no sparklers this year. I think that’s a wise decision.
Since everyone seems to have a job to do to get ready for the holiday I’m at a loss as to where I am needed. I tried to move the picnic table in the shade but it was too big and heavy. Bishop and Mr. C. Cow had to move them around. I was going to get the nice tablecloth and place mats out but Marslean beat me to it. The only thing I’ve done so far is that awesome table centerpiece.
Mr. C. Cow sensed the lost look on my face and offered to let me help him do a bit of baking. I would but he’s really good at it. He can lay down a good fondant on a cake while I find myself tangled up in it like some sort of sugary trap. After a few minutes of sitting under a tree with a therapeutic martini, I decided that I am taking on the appetizers. I can crostini like a boss.
Sometimes we feel left out because we think our skills aren’t useful. It might take a martini rest under a tree before we find out that we are useful. All of us have something to offer.
All photos taken in Second Life at my personal home by me.
Over the weekend Mr. C. Cow was able to talk Bishop into letting him throw the biggest barnyard bash this side of the universe. Ok…so it wasn’t the biggest barnyard bash but Bishop did let him plan his birthday party. A small affair with just the family and cake. Mr. C. Cow was adamant that there was going to be high-kicking, can-can dancing chickens for entertainment. He had to settle for the radio playing in the background.
You win some, you lose some Mr. C. Cow!
The party was, in all honesty, very nice. The cake was delicious when you looked past the strange decorations Mr. C. added to it.
The decor on the top of the cake was supposed to be a push lawn mower but it looked more like some of weird red wagon. Bishop thought it looked like a red wooden block with chunky wheels. Mr. C. Cow was so proud of his edible mower that we didn’t have the heart to tell him we thought it was funny. We did, however, let him eat the mower.
The presents? Presents! Bishop made out like a boss in the present department. Mr. C. Cow, despite my trying to explain that any sparkly safety gear wasn’t needed, went ahead and bought some anyways. Bishop was very appreciative of the thought and said he would wear them on special occasions. (Notice the glitter bombed hard hat he is wearing compliments of Mr. C.). I asked Bishop what those special occasions would be but he shushed me.
I gave him a new set of hammers and a giant can of coffee. Marslean gave him a “polar bear friendly” tool bag. I never knew they made anything “polar bear friendly”! I’m glad they do because Bishop does have a habit of, somehow, destroying anything made of cloth. Tool bags. Sweaters. Neckties. Big paws don’t do delicate things I guess!
I’m glad everything worked out. Bishop had a great birthday. Mr. C. Cow got to plan a party. Marslean got to eat cake. I got to giggle at an edible lawn mower. I can’t wait to see what kind of party Mr. C. plans for next.
Bishop has a birthday coming up early next week and Mr. C. Cow is over the moon at the thought of being the one to throw him a party. You can’t say no to Mr. C. when he has decided that he will be your official party planner. It doesn’t matter if it’s for a birthday or a non-major holiday he is prepared to bring the fun. Last President’s Day he made a cake in the shape of Mount Rushmore. When Marslean had her birthday last year Mr. C. Cow not only made a cake in the shape of her favorite comic book character he also made her a costume to match the cake. I think he has some sort of secret party planning closet full of supplies somewhere that I haven’t found yet.
To prepare for Bishop’s birthday he woke me up early (9am…that’s pretty early for a cow…) with a visual presentation of ideas pertaining to a birthday party. Being the type of friend that cannot pass up a good presentation I was more than happy to discuss party ideas with him. (After a cup of coffee.)
He first started out by discussing locations to have the party:
*The North Pole
*Inside A GIANT Pancake
Inside a giant pancake? How do you have a party inside of a pancake? It’s not like a pancake is a watermelon you can hollow out. I think Mr. C. Cow was starting to get distracted by the thought of breakfast. One should never have a party planning meeting before eating breakfast. I think we’ll just have the party at the shop.
While I approve of baby chickens I don’t think that they would be a great idea for Bishop’s birthday. Even if they can do a chorus line, like Mr. C. Cow says, I still don’t think having something that tiny doing high kicks is a good idea. Baby chickens around big machinery is not a safe idea. Everything else he said a birthday must have I agree with. Can’t have a birthday without cake!
Ahh….cake. Cake…Cake…Cake. Mr. C. Cow had QUITE A FEW ideas for what the cake should be shaped like. Of course he did. He is a party planning master.
*A Life-Sized Cake In The Shape Of Bishop
I was thinking more on the lines of having a normal looking cake. Something that could be round or square. Easy to frost and put candles on. Mr. C. Cow, on the other hoof, felt that the cake needed to reflect Bishop. I don’t think a mermaid reflects Bishop and making a life-sized polar bear cake would take a lot of frosting. We’ll have to come back to the cake.
I don’t think that Bishop would wear anything sparkly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in anything sparkly, shiny, or remotely glossy. As for the bulldozer sunglasses I don’t even know where you would purchase them. Mr. C. Cow would know because he always seems to figure out where to find weirdly shaped objects. I also feel that Bishop wouldn’t want a milk can.
I’m glad we have a few days to hash out a birthday party plan. The most important part of throwing a party is, actually, asking the birthday bear if he even wants a party. Mr. C. Cow almost passed out at the thought of someone not wanting a big bash. He’s on his way now to ask Bishop if he can be his master party planner.
Spring has sprung! We’re not sure if it sprung a leak or sprung out of nowhere but here it is! With it has come spring cleaning, new buds on the trees, and birds doing their chirping thing. Spring also brings us the holiday they call “Easter”. It involves a giant bunny who somehow took over an egg empire that was started by chickens and paints them different colors. I am assuming that this was a hostile takeover as I have never met a chicken who would ever let a bunny tell them how to lay an egg. There’s also candy and special family holiday meals.
For Easter this year each of us is in charge of one aspect of the dinner. For example, Marslean is bringing her special “carrot dogs” for us to snack on. She, like Mr. C. and I, is a vegetarian so she replaced the meat in a hot dog with a carrot. I think it’s brilliant. Mr. C. Cow thinks it’s brilliant because it’s food. It’s a win-win for Easter family dinners everywhere.
I’m planning on bringing a cake shaped like a bunny. I am thinking that, by shaping the cake like a bunny, it shall appease the great giant one that brings candy. In all honesty I should say I am bringing a cake that I hope looks like a bunny and not like a blob with ears. If I screw up the bunny cake shape I’m afraid I will incur the wraith of the rabbit. Whatever that is.
Mr. C. Cow has been FORBIDDEN to bring anything with cud in it this year. Last Easter he brought cud casserole. For Thanksgiving he brought a cud salad. One time he brought cud dip to a party. Bishop put his foot down and asked (nicely) that Mr. C. think of a dish that did not utilize cud as an ingredient. He’s bringing a veggie tray instead.
Bishop has been busy cleaning up his shop so that I can put out a place for us to all eat. I wanted a nicely decorated table for us all to sit around. Bishop felt we should just put a piece of plywood on the saw horses and throw a tarp on it. When I asked Bishop if he thought the pink bunny placemats matched the easter egg table cloth I wanted to use he went to make a pot of coffee. I’m thinking he’s not into cordinating table settings or decorating the shop. I do know that he makes great coffee!
I hope that, whatever you do, this upcoming Easter you do it with the ones you love. Family isn’t just about blood. It’s about those you care about the most. We hope you spend the day surrounded by your loved ones. From all of us here we wanted to say….
Our Easter card to you was made from a photo I took in Second Life then used a photo editing program to make it look all festive.
If you don’t know what Second Life is then check them out HERE.
We also wanted to mention that we have been sending you all postcards for over a year now! (Our anniversary was last month and we totally spaced on it!) Thank you all for sticking around and enjoying this as much as we do!
Mr. C. Cow and I traveled home for the luv day so that we could spend it with those that we cared about. Bishop and I decided to spend the day watching old movies while Mr. C. went on a fancy, heart filled, mushy date.
Ooooo…..Mr. C. Cow………
Yes. Mr. C. Cow is a heart throb among his friends and had no problem finding a date for the most important of amorous days. He was going out on a very special date with a young lady named Linda the Llama. He was extremely nervous about his serious date and spent twenty minutes trying to figure out what tie he should wear. I recommended he go with something tasteful that showed off his spots. Mr. C. ended up going with a flashy tie full of neon hearts. To each his own fashion.
I am so proud of how thoughtful Mr. C. Cow is when he goes on a date. Especially a date that is on the utmost important day of affection. Not only did he give Linda chocolates, a teddy bear, and a greeting card but he also showered her with flowers. No…seriously….he picked her up and made flower petals rain down upon her. Who does that? Mr. C. Cow I guess. I hope she doesn’t have some sort of pollen/flower allergy.
I would share more about Mr. C. Cow’s date with the lovely Linda but that is about all I know that happened. He blushed and said something about not “Kissing and moo-ing”. You sly bovine you! I like Linda the Llama and hope to see her around again soon. Mr. C. deserves s omeone who loves him for who he is. We love him so we know someone else will love him just as much as we do.
Mr. C. Cow and I always try to come up with some sort of New Years resolution every year. I was able to keep my promise of never diving off a cliff into any sort of body of water. Mr. C. didn’t eat any strange donuts he found on the ground. Hey…at least it’s something!
This year we have each come up with a new set of resolutions to try to keep for 2017.
Mr. C. Cow’s Five Resolutions For 2017
To stop, accidentally, kicking floor mats out of the camper without noticing. We estimate that we have spent at least $100 this year from him kicking one when getting in/out of the camper and not noticing. There is probably some lucky person out there with a mismatched set of floor mats they have never had to pay for. You’re welcome!
If the camper informs us that the door is “ajar” Mr. C. Cow will no longer get confused and wonder what it is a jar of. Peanut butter? Jelly? “Ajar” is not the same as “a jar” and he promises he will try to remember that.
Chewing gum cannot be used as a handyman fix-it-all. It cannot fill cracks in walls. It cannot glue wood together. It cannot be used on paper in place of a post-it note. Gum is for chewing. Not for fixing.
Don’t sweat the small stuff. If you do then just put more deodorant on. Don’t be stinky!
These boots are made for walking. They are not made for eating. They are also not made for chewing. They are definitely not made to be used as a rolling-pin. Mr. C. Cow promises to use boots the proper way this year. (Even if he has to wear them.)
Cerulean’s Five Resolutions For 2017
I shall not be so hard on Mr. C. Cow when he “taste tests” a place mat, “accidentally” chews on a door mat, or even licks someone named “Matt”. We all make mistakes!
NEVER walk into a gas station again (even if it is 3am) to buy toilet paper because SOMEONE ate the last roll WITHOUT doing your hair properly. I don’t want to talk about it.
Restock the “first aid kit” with more tiny booze bottles. We always seem to run out of medical help.
Hug everyone more. I need hugs. You need hugs. Everyone needs a hug. Why don’t we hug enough?
Drink more martini’s. I’m not sure if this is possible but DANG IT I am willing to find out!
Happy New Year To You All! May 2017 not suck as much as 2016!