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.
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.
Mr. C. Cow wanted to stop at some random beach the other day to collect seashells. He was watching some crafty show on television the other day so he’s been into multiple different types of crafts. One day we were hiking so he could find pretty rocks to turn into various rocky woodland creature statues complete with wiggly eyes. Another day we were looking for different fall leaves so that he could make holiday centerpieces. Today it was the need to look for seashells so that he could make them into necklaces. I’m really glad that Mr. C. Cow has gotten into the whole arts and crafts thing. It’s good to see him making something beautiful with his own two (counts…four) hoofs.
While searching the beach for the perfect shells we happened upon two animals holding up a sign pointing to where the party was. What party you ask? Well…we have absolutely no clue what party they were talking about. Beach party? Birthday party? When they told us we were more then welcome to come to the party it didn’t matter what kind it was. Free cake!
I’m always up for the random party. It’s one of the main reasons I keep party hats in the glove box in case of emergency. I also cannot deny Mr. C. Cow (Who was standing there with this bucket of shells moo-ing about free food) the opportunity to get his party on. Following their sign directions we went in search of the party party.
It ended up being more of a fall festival party then a party that involved cake. Mr. C. Cow was a tad bit upset at first since he believes that all parties should involve cake. Doesn’t matter if it’s a cocktail party or beach party, there should always be a cake.
We did run into a humorous chipmunk who was eating apples while laying in a hammock. Mr. C. Cow took their picture then made it into an advertisement trying to sell hammocks.
I see that his current love of arts and crafts combined with his newfound talent for taking postcards has morphed into making fake advertisements. Everyone needs a hobby I guess.
After eating multiple bushels of apples we took Mr. C. Cows bucket of shells back to the camper and were on our way. I can’t wait to see what his necklaces will look like when he’s done. Life is funny sometimes as we went from shell hunting to party guests to hammock sales people then back to making shell necklaces. Can’t say we’re boring.
Met a narwal named Nancy the other day while at a cafe. I was having a bit of trouble seeing over the counter to order something sweet and she was more then willing to help me look at all of the delicious deserts. I can understand the need to make a display case large enough to hold your product but it’s hard to look over when you’re short. It feels a little awkward looking through the glass at the person behind it. A step stool or wooden box to stand on would be nice.
Nancy wasn’t the neatest narwal in the world as you can see by the postcard. Her horn was covered by an ice cream cone and her entire head was covered in melted ice cream. Mr. C. Cow wanted to know if he could help by licking her but I said it wasn’t a polite thing to do. Personal boundaries and all. I asked Nancy if she needed a napkin but she politely declined. Some people just enjoy wearing their ice cream I guess.
The cafe itself was pretty peaceful. There were many pillows on the floor so Mr. C. Cow built a pillow fort to eat his snack. The fort itself wasn’t big enough so his butt was sticking out of the back. It was, however, big enough to put all of the food he ordered. I don’t know how someone can eat so much watermelon ice cream cake and not regret it later. Maybe it’s all of the stomaches he has?
After some tea and a few mini cakes we bid a fond farewell to Nancy. I hope that, be it fashion or mess, that the ice cream accessory she is wearing doesn’t attract flies.
I enjoy art. Mr. C. Cow enjoys art and thinks it’s a part of a complete breakfast. I, personally, think that art should only be eaten at cocktail parties. We might not agree on the proper meal with which to dine on fine art but we both agree that art is awesome.
Today we made a stop at an art gallery to feel a little more refined and artsy. My little cow thought I said another word besides “artsy” so I had to inform him that rude noises and smells were not proper in an art gallery. He was a tad bit embarrassed but quickly got over it when we found cake.
I’ve never been to an art museum that features it’s own “Cakery”. It makes sense because thinking about lines, colors, and artistic expression kinda makes you hungry. I was able to stop Mr. C. Cow from eating all of the cake at the Cakery. He kept mooing “But it’s free cake!!! Eat…It…All….”. Sometimes it’s hard to explain to a cow that we need to leave food for other people.
Both our stomachs and our minds full we felt satisfied in many ways as we pulled out and onto the road.