Posted in Nature, Real Life

Plus One

Mr. C. Cow went on a reunion tour this weekend. When I think of a reunion tour I, usually, think about rock bands who inform us that they this will be their last “Hurrah!” but continue it on for the next thirty plus years. When I asked Marslean she stated that “Didn’t (insert band here) do a whole final tour thing for the past twenty plus years?”. When Mr. C. Cow says the word “reunion”, it just involves a bunch of his cow friends hanging out in a field, listening to the music of their generation, and talking about their jobs.

Mr. C. Cow took me to his friend reunion as his plus one. Had a lovely conversation with an accountant who told me I need to “plan for my future”. Mr. C. told him that our future included a stop at the candy store after the party. I don’t think that’s the kind of future the accountant was talking about.

Have you planned for your future?

I’ve never been to a party in a muddy field before. It had rained the night before so I had issues with my footwear. If I took more than three steps in a row my shoe would stay in the mud and I would keep on going. A delightful bovine retrieved my shoes for me on multiple occasions. They even had to pull me out of the mud when I got stuck. Being short in a field full of muck is hard work. It sure was a lot of work for my retrieving bovine buddy.

It seems that I have to fetch your footwear again!

I’m glad that Mr. C. Cow got to hang out with old pals. Get to see what everyone is up to these days, eat lots of food, dance, and have a great time. Next time I’m invited to a party in a muddy field I’ll be sure to wear the proper foot gear.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by me of a few of my neighborhood cows. They were polite enough to pose for pictures.

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Posted in Real Life

Comical Large Feather Duster

Mr. C. Cow decided, since it was Monday, that Bishop needed a bit of help around the shop. This is surprising as Mr. C. usually likes to begin the day with a banana smoothie, a long bath, and a nap. Not only was I surprised but so was Bishop as he was planning a normal workday. When it comes to working in the shop with Mr. C. Cow the words “normal workday” are never uttered.

The first order of business was to dust the shop. Mr. C. was not asked to dust but he felt it needed it. I’ve never seen anyone attempt to dust equipment with a comically large feather duster. After an hour of vigorous cleaning, we were no better off in the dust department then when we started. Mr. C. gave up on his attempt and wandered around for an hour looking for another area he would be useful at.

Dusting this was not successful.

After a quick sandwich and a few laps around the shop, Mr. C. Cow came back ready to test all of the emergency buttons. Bishop did something I’ve never seen a polar bear in a hard hat do in all of history. There was a slow-mo “noooooooooo” as he body blocked the emergency stop button. I wish I would have had a camera as I feel we could have made an industrial safety video just from that footage. Emergency button testing was a no go.

Do not touch unless it is a REAL emergency!

For the next two hours, Mr. C. Cow sat next to my desk “moo sighing” while I was trying to do paperwork. Bishop, knowing that Mr. C. Cow just wanted to help, gave him the perfect job of sorting hardware into their proper bins.

Separate those things Mr. C. Cow!

Happy to be of use (and tired of “moo-sighing”), Mr. C. got right to work. If you’ve ever needed anyone to organize hardware in your life then you need to hire him. He was made for separating things. (Once saw him separate lettuce from a BLT without removing the bread…different story…different day….).

Important Lesson Of The Day:

Not everyone was made to do everything. I’m too short to dunk a basketball. Bishop was not made to fit into tiny spaces. Mr. C. Cow was not cut out to be left alone around heavy machinery. The good thing is that we were all made to do something great. I’m good at retrieving things from underneath a camper seat. Bishop is great at drinking coffee while working on machinery. Mr. C. Cow is wonderful at organizing. We all have something we are spectacular at. Sometimes it just takes us a while to find out what it is.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by yours truly!

Posted in Nature, Real Life

Do Spiders Like Tea?

Mr. C. Cow has gotten into knowing everything he can about bugs. I’m not talking about identification, collecting, or even reading a book on the subject. He’s decided to get to know them on a first name basis. Their likes and dislikes. If they prefer coffee to tea. Who does that? Who takes the time to get to know if a spider prefers two lumps or one in their tea? Apparently it’s Mr. C. Cow.

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We’ve gotten to a point where I’ve made cookies for a butterfly, gave directions to a beetle as to where the closest gas station is, and discussed the importance of fabric softener use to a caterpillar. Do they even use fabric softener? I understand that they are furry but do they wear sweaters in the fall if it’s chilly out? Do they need to make sure it’s extra soft? I should ask Mr. C. Cow since he is now an expert on this subject.

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You know….if you think about it….Mr. C. Cow is the ultimate expert on everything buggy related. Most individuals spend their time studying the science when Mr. C. spends his time studying the individual. Think about how it must feel to a phantom crane fly when they are just trying to say hello but you misunderstand and try to swat them. Or the lady bug that was just trying to take a nap on your bathroom sink but you get freaked out because “OMG! BUG IN MY BATHROOM!!!”. She may have asked permission to be there but you didn’t hear her because she has a tiny voice and you weren’t listening.

We all need to take a page out of Mr. C. Cow’s buggy book and stop judging by looks. Not all spiders want to bite your face. (Face bite bad!!) There is good and bad everywhere. Maybe we need to stop looking for the bad all the time when it comes to the bug world, carefully shake hands…paws…legs…with a spider and ask them how they take their tea.

Yeah….I’ve learned that spiders enjoy a small cup of tea…as long as they don’t fall into it. (Bonus Lesson: Life jackets are needed if you give them a regular sized mug.) 

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by…ME!!! Go Me!

Found this really great website to help you identify awesome insects, bugs, and spiders in your area. Check out Insect Identification!

 

 

Posted in Food, Real Life

The Whip Cream Incident

Thirty-seven and a half days ago we were doing pretty good. The birds were singing. No one was licking food out of bowls. Life was great. Until….the whip cream incident.

The day started out as any other, normal, day. We stopped early to gas the camper up. Mr. C. Cow made chocolate chip pancakes with homemade whip cream. I had gotten in my required morning coffee intake. Breakfast was delicious, as usual. Things felt pretty marvelous until I noticed the whip cream bowl on the camper counter…..

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Gasp!!!

Someone wasn’t just putting it on top of breakfast. The majority of this whip cream was not making it onto a dish. Someone was licking it out of the bowl during breakfast. I was horrified! Had Mr. C. Cow reverted to licking food out of a bowl before serving? Were we back to wondering if our food had been cow tongue attacked before it was given to us? Had thirty-seven and a half days of restraint been destroyed by a fluffy pancake topping?

I was apprehensive at the thought of having to pull out the interrogation lamps. Making Mr. C. sweat it out under the lights while I asked him how many dishes he had licked before serving did not sound like the normal day that we had started out with. Was all of our progress back to zero?

Before I had a chance to get out the questioning chair, Mr. C. started cleaning up the dishes from breakfast. He noticed I was staring at the whip cream bowl with a mixture of horror and sadness on my face. As I opened my mouth, Mr. C. Cow produced a spoon that he had used to eat the whip cream. No one had licked the bowl. No one had used a spatula to shovel food into their mouth. A spoon, not used more than once, had been used to eat. Double dipping had not happened. Our thirty-seven and a half days were safe. So was our appetites.

Lesson learned….sometimes you need to not jump to conclusions before you know all of the facts. Trust in your friends. Even if it involves breakfast.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo taken by me.

Actual photo of whip cream that we made. No one double dipped into the bowl. Huzzah!

Posted in Art, Real Life

Pick Me Up

I have been feeling really down lately. Not exactly sure why I was all sorts of blue. We were stocked full of martini olives. The camper had a full tank of gas. Mr. C. Cow hadn’t chewed on any of our hand towels in the bathroom lately. Life has been pretty good.

Mr. C. Cow has noticed that I’ve been sad a lot. When I’m sad it makes him sad. This makes me sadder. It’s a vicious cycle of unhappiness filled with cow and otter tears. Instead of swimming around in his own cow tears, Mr. C. Cow decided that it was his job to cheer me up.

When it comes to cheering an individual up there is no one better than my best cow friend/family in the world. He knows what everyone needs when they need a bit of happiness in their life. If cotton candy makes you smile then he’ll fill an entire tractor-trailer full of the stuff just to see you do it. Music and dancing are easy to come by if that makes you grin because he’s there playing three instruments at the same time while dancing just to kick the sad out the door.

What could he do to put a little joy in my life. Worlds largest cocktail glass? One cow parade complete with a float? Pizza in the shape of a heart? Mr. C. Cow knows me better than anyone I know. He knows that the way to make me smile is when he draws me a picture.

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AWWWWW!!!!!!

A picture of our little family unit makes me smile. These are my peeps. My unit of support. I love each and every one of you guys and I love you Mr. C. Cow for picking me up out of the funk and making me happy again.

Cows and art….is there nothing they can’t do?

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Posted in Real Life, Weather

Swoodl

Today has been breezy. Not a “this wind is making my hair look great” breezy. More of a “these gusts are whipping my hair into my eyeballs” breezy. I’ve tried to go to the post office a few times to send out postcards but the wild winds keep blowing me back inside.

Sunny But Windy!

Because tree limbs keep blowing off of the trees and flying around the power has been sketchy. This has made postcards via the internet impossible. My poor computer is unplugged and looking very glum over not being used. Sorry computer! Blinking power means you’ll have to go energy hungry for a while.

How, due to the weather, am I sending this postcard to all of you? By using one of those mobile clever telephone things. Mr. C. Cow bought it for me because he was tired of me complaining about using his phone. It’s hard to use a cows mobile phone as they have a special “hoof option” that only applies to those with hoofs. Marslean, being a winged unicorn, can borrow it but my tiny otter paws are a no go.

Speaking of Marslean, she’s been sitting at our kitchen table playing one of those word making games since the computer is off limits. It’s one of those educational diversions where you are given random letters to make words out of. When I asked how it was going she wanted to know why the word “Swoodl” couldn’t be a real word.

Swoodl?

This started a great conversation as to what the definition of “Swoodl” would be:

Mr. C. Cow – “The act of swinging a noodle around.”

Marslean- “Acting crazy and wiggly at the same time.”

Me – “When you swoon when cuddling.”

Good thing we’re not in charge of new word dictionary definitions!

Hopefully the wind will die down so I can go to the post office, the computer can eat a power snack, and things will get back to normal.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Real life photo taken by me attempting to go outside without blowing over.

Sorry for the, not so neat, editing. Using a smart phone to write is a pain!

Posted in Nature, Real Life, Weather

Snow Blocked

We’ve lacked in the postcard department and it hasn’t been our fault. Not my fault. Not Mr. C. Cow’s fault. It’s not even the fault of running out of postage stamps. The one thing that decided to stop us from sending all of you greetings was…snow. Wicked, mean, evil snow!

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Snow No!!!!

We got quite a bit of snow for over 24 hours in our area. This caused the power to go out for two days. Then come back on. Then go out another day for a few hours. Kinda hard to use a computer without sweet electricity. Way to ruin things weather!

Mr. C. Cow and I were on the road, trying to get home, during part of the storm. It was slow, rough going and I’ve never been so scared to slide off of a road in my life. (Not counting the time Mr. C. Cow tried to drive backwards down a mountain.) Mr. C. spend the majority of the ride hiding under a table rather then look out at the snow. I don’t blame him. If I had a choice between driving and hiding I would loved to spend time under a table with him.

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When we did, finally, make it back to the equipment company the power had been out for a quite a long time. Marslean and Bishop had a fire going in our home fireplace so we were lucky enough to not freeze too much. Mr. C. Cow wore five pairs of fuzzy socks to combat the cold a fire couldn’t help. Marslean and Bishop wore three coats. I wore a couple of hats to keep my beehive from freezing.

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Snow coming down at the equipment company.

Things are now back to normal. The snow is almost melted completely. Mr. C. Cow has taken to riding in the front of the camper rather than under a table. My beehive has defrosted. Hopefully we’ll be able to bring you more holiday postcards without any pesky (snowy) roadblocks.

Mr. C. Cow has some more Santa search photos he’s been dying to share with all of you!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken of real life snowstorm we went through over a few days period. We did lose power for quite a while. Hopefully that’s the last we’ll see of any winter storms. At least for now.