Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Country Mouse....

My mom asked me today if I had completely given up my blog for Facebook (to which I have become addicted and is another story for another day). Actually, I told her I'd given up my blog for reading. So far I'm on track for my book a week goal, though I had to give up on The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen. It was too wordy and too-self aware. I kept getting the feeling that he thought he was wowing me with his verbosity, but really he was just turning me off. I rarely give up on a book, but this one just wasn't doing it for me.

So, anyway, last weekend the kids and I went to visit my best friend from high school, Dee, and her kids. Her sister, also a good friend of mine, was also there and we had a blast. I'm ashamed to say that I haven't seen Dee in almost two years. I know, I'm a really bad friend. It's just that sometimes when things aren't going exactly right in my life, I like to just tuck into my shell. It's hard enough to admit to myself that my life hasn't turned out exactly like I expected, so I'm not all that keen sometimes to expose my failures to other people.

But the great thing about Dee and her sister is their easy friendship. We just dropped back into our friendship as though no time had passed.

When it came time to leave we were standing by our cars when one of Dee's cows mooed loudly. Punkin's eyes lit up and she yelled out "COW!" You would have thought she'd heard an elephant. Dee made everybody's day by offering a quick jaunt into the pasture to see the cows. Both Bubba and Punkin were thrilled and acted as though cows are exotic animals. I found this highly amusing, yet also slightly shameful that they've never had any more contact with cows than that. I guess not everybody grew up on their grandfather's dairy farm like I did. It was hard not to be affected by their delight and I ended up being just as excited about the cows as they did.

But do you know what sent them absolutely over the moon? Cow poop. Yes, I said cow poop. Bubba spotted it first. "Is that cow poop?" he asked.

"Yep," I replied. "Also known as a cow patty or a cow pie."

"Look!" Punkin yelled. "There's more poop over there! Let's go see it!"

We went from cow pie to cow pie, marveling anew over every pile. Bubba's fascination with all things butt and poop related is well documented, but what you don't know is that Punkin has followed in her Bubba's footsteps. She too is a fan, and is well....um...a gassy girl. Let's just leave it at that. And also? She is easily amused. We should be probably be discouraging her, but she takes such delight in making us laugh at her, um, offerings, that she's probably ruined for life.

Yeah, that what happens with country folk go to the...country? Obviously, we need to get out more.

11 comments:

calicobebop said...

So glad to see that you haven't given up on your blog entirely! I miss you!

Poop is fun, I'm not sure when the attraction starts to wear off but so far it's still pretty hilarious for my five-year-old. :)

ImpostorMom said...

I love those types of friendships and i must admit I only have one or two in my life.

Boog thinks every field should have some sort of livestock in it thanks to the Ag fields around the botanical gardens. :P

Meg said...

Oh I am addicted to Facebook. I may need an intervention.

Love they're appreciation for poop. It's gross but precious at the same time. And some day you can pull out all the poop stories for potential boyfriends and girlfriends.

Laurel said...

Oh, dear. You're doing facebook, too. My brother is giving all kinds of grief to get on there. Is it terrible to say that there are a number of people from my past that I don't care to reconnect with? :0)

Katie in MA said...

Ha ha ha ha! Oh, I love it!! I just know that at random points during the day, I'm going to say "Cow poop" to myself and just picture you guys and I'm going to bust out laughing again. (Hopefully my co-workers are not around when that happens.)

Good on you for keeping up with your reading! I'm keeping up, too. I finished my second book the other night (just an Agatha Christie so I didn't review it on the blog), and I'm 75 from the end of Eyre Affair. I'm also re-reading Eat, Pray, Love. All excellent reads!

Lauren said...

C and M are bigtime into poop and the rest of the potty talk. In fact sometimes I still find myself laughing...One more indication that Im not yet an adult :) Poor hubby...he spends a lot of time rolling his eyes-

HalfAsstic.com said...

BWAHAHAHA! I too was raised in the country and when my two girls were little we would go to visit my parents and they were amazed with all things outside. Now, they are 17 and 19 and city girls to the teeth.
Apparently we didn't spend enough time at my parents?

Laura said...

I get this...the old friends that are so easy to reconnect with...and the tucking yourself away. Curious...what DID you expect from your life? (I'll tell you my failures if you'll tell me yours!!!)

funny...I think I am tucked away this month...from everyone, but my blog!

Dysd Housewife said...

I personally find poop totally entertaining. :)

Queen Mother said...

I have to tell this story...the poop bit may be genetic in this case. When MQ was quite small she came running inside, "Mamma, Mamma, a cow has been in our yard!" We lived on a very busy corner where a residential street intersects with an artery leading out of our small town. I'm thinking...a cow?! but I go out to see and sure enough, there are these perfect cow patties leading across our back yard. I'm completely mystified where this cow came from and where it went, when this 5 to 6 year old starts laughing. She had mixed dirt and water to make mud the right consistency and dropped it from some height so they appeared exactly that...cow patties. She got me good!!!

Colleen said...

Go Punkin!!!

dude...poop and gas and burps and all those things are THE BEST! I had a lot more fun on dates and watching stupid-humor movies than some of my friends who tried to pretend like they were so aghast about those sorts of things. ;)