Monday Moos

 

Monday again. More work, more money. Is that what life is all about? Sore muscles, swollen ankle, and heat that could burn a monkey out of a shade tree added to the day. It was really a decent day, after all was said and done. 

Once again I had a call come through to deliver to one of the best places I've been. Delivering a burger to many places around Roseburg and other hilariously-named burgs mostly seem pointless, except the person on the receiving end is feeding themselves with more food. I have picked up burger meals from one place and delivered it three streets away. Yee haw. It's what we, as Americans do, right? Plus, sticking with the American way, I make money too, I guess. These lazy days do create job security.

Well today I was called to deliver to a farm area that I genuinely loved the last time I went. I do believe it was last week. Anyway, horses butts and cows were the topics of the delivery the other day and once again, cows are the focus. This time the horses butts were not seen, but the cows were in the middle of a squabble. I guess the acres of farmland aren't big enough for the two of them. 

Up on the hill I'm delivering to is land that hosts three or four homes. With those houses and all the land between, there are several cows and about three horses. I do love the expansive plots on this hill. Looks like plenty of room, doesn't it? 

Well Bessy and Bossy do not believe it is. They began to push against each other as I was driving down the hill toward the main road. The cow on the right in the photo seemed to have the attitude. Bessy, on the left, appeared to be defending herself, as she should. 

Bossy was being a real bull-y. Excuse the pun. She was being a bitch to be blunt. I'll put it that way. She would not let "it" go and move onward toward her stall or the hay she could be eating. Maybe a nice shade tree to lie under. The thought did occur to me that maybe she was in heat. Ladies, we all know how we can become a bit more irritated at life and those around us during that time. Heh? 

Excuse the reflection of the windshield in the pic, but there was no way I was stepping out of the car to photograph these two for blog sake. Bossy would have come toward me, I'm sure. It's my luck and that cow was pissy.

 Not sure why, but she was lusting for some flesh to be taken off of something or someone. So, I figure dealing with the reflection in a windshield of a car is much safer than my ass getting trampled by a bitch cow. Take it or leave it. I kind of like my body in one piece, thank you very much. Love the blog, but let's be sensible here. 

As it was, she looked at the car several times and began to walk toward me. I backed up a bit, then began my descent down that hill again, slowly but surely, praying the entire way, "Please don't hit my pretty new car. Please don't hit my pretty new car." Had three tries under my belt before they moved far enough off the road to let me through. All I can say is God help me if that car had been red in color. Being a cow though, I'm not so sure what it is she would butt me with, but I still didn't want to chance it. I did not need any dents in the form of a cow head in the side of my vehicle. 

Even the other cows were looking and wondering what Bitchy ... er, I mean Bossy's issue was. She was sure on a roll. I even looked at the top of her head as she had it down to butt into Bessy, to see if maybe there was a nub of a bull horn that hadn't grown in or something. Nothing was showing. Nope, just a bitchy cow, on the side of a hill, pissed off at the world.

No apparent reason why she was being so grouchy toward another cow and my car. Unless she didn't feel good, was too hot, or was on a period from hell. Either way, I needed to get the heck off the land. She can have it. Not worth the fight. You win, woman. You win. I'm not going to fight you over hay. 

Poor Bessy's eyes were looking sad, but she needed to protect herself. It would not do any good to avoid Bossy's eyes, as she was definitely in the fight until the end. Bossy kept coming. It was apparent there was not enough chocolate in the world to soothe the PMS flare up of this animal. She was determined to move everything around her off of this land. There were some birds in nearby trees that had better look out! 

While the livestock moved off the road and then on it again, I wasn't sure I would ever get out of here safely. The thought that the battling bovines could damage my car frightened me (and my husband would have come back for steak that night), and Bossy was relentless in her efforts to finish the fight. Finally, they fought their way to the side of the road again. I inched past the two girls and threw gravel to get off that road once I was far enough away. It was an insane trip today!

I looked in my rear view as I was leaving. The ladies were still at it. Hair pulling, slapping, head butting, and just plain old whooping the crap out of each other. A good, old fashioned school yard fight. 

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Today was interesting, to say the least. Mallory stopped by while I was waiting for another call. She had a very cute pirate rope gift for Togo. He snagged it immediately and it went with the milk jug, platy and fish taco cat toy he had collected from the cat during the day. It was claimed as his and nobody could intrude on his territory. Yes, the cat's toy became his property. Togo is the head of the household of animals. If Kit gets into something, the dog runs to the rescue. He makes things right again by moving the cat's toy to his collection. 

He definitely claimed his new toy with joy. 

One would think the feathers would be torn out of the toy immediately. Most dogs would rip up the toys or in the case of my last group of babies, the entire toy would have been shredded in a matter of moments.

 But this is not Togo's way. He cherishes his emotional support stuffies. They become a part of his life, remaining whole and stuffed. The feathers will remain in this toy, at least until he accidentally pulls them out. He doesn't chew on any toy. Toys are merely carried from place to place with him, to lie beside him, to be loved by him. Hey, the dog needs emotional support stuffies and milk cartons. The pizza boxes are the best in providing endless comfort for the goofy boy. 

I thought the gift from Mal was adorable. So did he.

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Now, being diabetic, Terry and I are not supposed to eat sugar or at least a ton of sugar, correct? But there is nothing at all wrong with looking at things made with sugar. We eat zero sugar products all the time and wow, they have gotten better at making foods and fluids that don't have that nasty tasting after taste they used to carry. Most of the food they have on the market now boasting the "zero sugar" label are actually good. Not the same as sucking down a soda with all that real cane sugar, but non-sugar products are better than they used to be. They are at least edible.  

But, like I said, there is nothing wrong with looking. Delivery from Dairy Queen today and I was reminded of those lovely ice cream cakes I have been missing ...

Ah, behold those beautiful cakes, filled with ice cream and covered with a chocolate glaze. Mmm. Although this is easily replaced with a zero sugar chocolate cake and frosting, with a scoop of Breyer's Carb Smart chocolate or vanilla ice cream. The sugar in Breyer's is so low a bit of this ice cream is okay to eat and safe in terms of diabetic standards. Well, that's if your diabetes is under control, which both of us have it at that point. 

But this diabetic can dream. I sat in front of the freezer, staring in at the cakes designed to send people into a sugar coma. Ah, but the taste! The coldness of the ice cream with that outside coating of cake is the perfect match. Now that I'm not a Thai virgin any longer though, I find the mango sticky rice dessert a heavenly delight. Yes, even over an ice cream cake. Sugar free? Oh, no it's not. But the blend of flavors of a mango sticky rice dessert is worth every little gram of sugar it holds. Every gram. Once again, not advisable if your diabetes is not under control. 

As I drive around town, I see this. The hillside is burned, obviously, but I'm guessing probably a controlled burn. Maybe just to get it out of the way so it won't catch fire later? Or maybe to prep it for something to be grown there?

 I don't know the techniques farmers or the city uses, but it's the one side of the hill, not the entire thing. It seems to have touches of yellow hay-like grass still in the mix. I would think an out of control fire would have taken it all, including those trees. I'm assuming it's a controlled burn because of these factors. Makes the hill look like it's been painted. 

Anyway, that was our Monday. Hubby Mac was at work all day too, but he said nothing much occurred except for being kept somewhat busy. Monthly reports and all the heavier work will be done on Tuesday instead of his first day back to work. 

My day is reported here. Nothing much to report either, as you can see. When ice cream cakes, bitchy cows, and burned hills around town becomes news, that's an indication we have a relaxed life. One could say boring, but I consider it a blessing to be this boring" I wouldn't even call it boring as much as it is just a nice, quiet, blissful life and we have each other. That alone dresses up our life. 

Until tomorrow when we share our trip to the park for the concert featuring Paul McDonald. Stewart Park is tonight's concert. Sutherlin's Community Playground and Park is for Thursday night's concert when Wild Rumours will be the featured music of the night. As one might guess from the title of the band, this will be a night of Fleetwood Mac music. 

Have an awesome week! We will be posting videos from the concerts as they happen. 

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Until our next post, know that you are loved. You are loveable. You are enough. You are blessed.

Taken a few years ago by Vicki Macrae. Florence on the Oregon Coast.