How Now Brown Cow

After many months of the caring and feeding of Boy George (I have no clue why TBC named him that. Does he look like a "Boy George" to you?), we recently had him sent to the er, well, you know and he has morphed into tasty steaks, roasts and hamburger. Yum! Thankfully, I did not get to know him on a personal basis and am able to partake of his bovine goodness with nary a tear. He was an attractive steer--part Texas longhorn and part Mexican longhorn--as you can see in the pic. This was taken not long after we purchased him though I did not snap anymore to show his growth and downright ornyness. And he was quite orny! If you recall, he and I had one run-in last summer when I was on the riding mower in his pasture and he came trotting up to check me out. I was terrified and screamed bloody murder thus sending our neighbors on both sides scurrying out to see if TBC was beating the crap out of me. I think I may have blogged about it. TBC kept telling me to just keep going and Mr Steer would run away. He did NOT. However, he did slowly saunter out of my way but not in a scared manner whatsoever. I continued my mowing but kept a watchful eye on him and never did attempt mowing in his territory again. Anyway, TBC bought him for the sole purpose of future meat in our freezer and frankly my dears, this is Oklahoma and we eat meat out here in the wild west. Circe Carnivore!

My fav cousin, Ron, is coming to visit this weekend from California and sis and I could not be more excited. He will only stay from Sat-Thurs but hopefully it will be a wonderful visit. Two cookouts complete with extra relatives are planned not to mention a boat ride on the lake thanks to "K". He'll also get the Grand Toure of Podunkville though I'm scratching my head what that will entail. There just ain't that much to see 'round these here parts. Oil wells? Flat plains? Um, the place they filmed the movie Twister (which is very close to us)? Guess we'll play that by ear.

Our main bathroom renovation is thankfully 95% complete. It's got a brand new bathtub, tile, walls, paint, floor, window, fixtures, etc. The toilet was replaced not that long ago and for now the vanity was just repainted though that will eventually need replacement. I plan on a beach theme (shock there, eh?) so I just need to pick up a few extra touches. He'll be staying in sis' gorgeous log house so I don't have to gussy up the guest bedroom. I still need to do some major cleaning in the next few days and I'm working on a menu for his gastronomic pleasure. Oh, did I tell you I totally cleaned and rearranged the bedroom? Yeah, Sat morning I was attempting to watch one of my fav shows, Property Ladder, when thanks to pouring rain, lightning and thunder, the satellite dish went out. This prompted me to get off my lazy arse and do something I considered doing months ago. There is alot more room with the changes but it's funny how you can clean something thoroughly and no one but you can really tell the work that went into it. I've also got new drapes ordered from Penneys so it should really look pretty when they arrive.

I would be remiss not to mention July 6th was our BLOGAVERSARY! Funny I remember the date but not the year. I'm thinking it's our 4th or 5th but I'll need a ruling on that from Mz Kerbear.

smooches,
circe

The Gloved One

I have to admit that I was a proud owner of Michael Jackson's Thriller album. I watched his videos over and over on Night Flicks and even cheered on my classmates as the guys moonwalked and tried to dance and move like MJ. Over the years I fell out of such deep like/love for Michael and it became more of fascination. I was fascinated by the way he changed appearances and his odd/freaky sense of style and hair and makeup and girl voice and the "friends" he chose to keep. Just all so odd. Then all the allegations came out. I watched some of the news during that time and kind of kept up with his story...enough to know he was not convicted. Showing up to court in his PJ's was just so freakin' weird!!! Then dancing on the tops of cars. What is up with that!?

Since his death I have become more fascinated with him. His lack of childhood and desire to recreate one for himself; his brothers and sisters; his drive and desire yet he seemed to not have common sense or awareness. I dont know... but its a sad sad story. Its heartbreaking that he seemed like such a kind heart, but just going in an entirely wrong direction. May he rest in peace.

and may his Father STOP seeing all this as a money making opportunity!

A Dark Heart

awww. How sad! Farrah Fawcett passed away.

Even sadder is that Rosie O'Donnell is going to have a talk show again! A radio show on Sirius XM. I have never been a Rosie fan, but I grew to despise her on The View and if I never see or hear from her again... thats too soon!

Sunday

Happy Fathers Day!!!

Mutt and Jeff

There is this couple at the gym who absolutely drive me nuts. I detest seeing them walk in the front door. Thank God I am a good 45 minutes into my workout by the time they arrive, so I only have to spend about 15 or 30 minutes scooting around the gym in the opposite direction they are working. This only works if you are NOT upstairs though. If you're upstairs (where all the ab work is done or any floor exercise routines) there is no place to run...except back downstairs.

It never fails every time I go upstairs, these two nimrods come upstairs to do pullups using the steel support beams. Why the heck they can't use the specially designed equipment downstairs purchased for that very reason, is beyond me! They come bee-bopping up the stairs giggling like two little school girls (every morning and its too early to be giggling!). Their love pats and banter make you want to barf. "someone is looking pumped this morning" or "give me your all... go!" GAG! Even worse... its an old geezer... about middle 50's and an emotionally weak and def lacking in personality mid to late 40's dude. Yeah, they are both guys

This morning, I was leaving (OH THANKS HEAVENS BEFORE THEY GOT THERE) to see a ginormous Ford F-350 pull up next to my vehicle. Well try to pull up, back out, try to pull in, back out, try again, etc. Cram that dang thing into a spot the size of a Mini just so he could get a closer parking spot (HELLO! you're going to the gym!) Who opens the door!? Old Geezer. What a doofus. I saw his butt buddy inside so Geezer was late for his sweat session.

Now, if you're going to they gym... why the heck must you battle to park so close? Why can't you just freakin' walk!!! Park that thing in BFE where there is room! I'm just saying.

Dear Mother Nature,

Just what have you got against poor, defenseless Kansas? For countless evenings, I have checked the weather and every single time I view the radar map, Kansas is getting severely pounded by hail, wind, tornados, and pestilence. It's like they never catch a break! Night after night its 'head for the cellar' time for its weather weary residents. As I type, there are no less than three tornado watch boxes which pretty much covers the entire Sunflower State and one of them dips waaaaaay down into Oklahoma's (and Texas') Panhandle. I realize this is Tornado Alley and its late spring but just what kind of dumbass, bone-headed stunt did flat, boring, rectangular Kansas pull to deserve this repeated ass-kicking? You can tell me. I can keep a secret. ; )

your friend,
circe

Catching My Breath

Yeah, yeah, I’ve been bad about posting and I humbly apologize. Summer has kicked into full swing and health problems or no, it means busy busy busy! Treatment kicked my butt this past week so I haven’t felt real whoop but I’m coming around and should feel better for the next couple weeks. In the meantime, last weekend I attended Relay for Life on Friday evening and then an all out anniversary bash on Saturday for my sweet niece and her absent hubby. Here’s a pic of the cake her talented mom-in-law made. Half was orange cake and half strawberry and all of it was delicious. Needless to say, I was pooped by the end of the fete.

This whole week has been crazy beginning Monday morning with TBC finally going under the knife and getting his rotator cuff operated on. He's needed to have this done for ages. I wanted to outfit the cats (not that they were in any way helpful) in nurse’s uniforms but settled for a hankie wrapped around their fuzzy little heads. Stubbly looks more like a chef than charitable healer and BW doesn't look all that happy in his new role. I didn’t even attempt to tackle The Witch Queen, Spikey, for her prerequisite headdress.

Between TBC’s understandable crankiness and my undertheweatherness, it’s been pretty chaotic in Circeland. I finally rallied somewhat yesterday enough to make it to Podunkville’s annual Draggin Grand. Our group staked out our usual corner and watched the wheels go round and round. Surprisingly, I didn’t partake of my usual refreshing repast from my favorite nippy bottle but stuck to soft beverages therefore averting the inevitable brazen flashing and flirty ass-wiggling at the startled drivers. I’m KIDDING! Mz Circe would never behave in such an improper and flagrantly unsuitable manner. *takes ladylike sip of brewed English tea*

Sis, hub, TBC and I had tickets to see the Eagles cover band, Hotel California, following the car promenade but since TBC was not up to all the festivities and stayed home, I recruited “S” to be my date for the show. Though they looked rode hard and put up wet, (I imagine the real Eagles do too) the group sang and played with remarkable likeness and the colorful lighting used was first rate. My only complaint (and I’ve remarked on this problem before) is Podunkville just doesn’t know how to let their hair down and get up and BOOGIE. Come on, people! Beer was prominently for sale (admittedly, pedestrian Bud and Bud Light), so open those pinched wallets, down a few (bunch) and let your thinning, graying hair down! Let’s par-tee! *sigh* Anywho, I’d definitely go see them again but a livelier bunch of fellow concertgoers would be much appreciated. Must I make my own bracing hooch and generously dole it out to get some positive results? Okay then...

So today is TBC’s company picnic and he was to receive a service pin but considering its several hours drive away and TBC’s physical status remains ouchy, we are not attending. And you know those wild hellions will be a-partying hearty. Que sera sera.