What's That Lassie? Toe's Down a Well?

Call off the search parties! I'm here! I know I've been missing but, I have a perfectly good excuse. I worked out last week. As you may remember this isn't something I do often. I think my body is just now recovering from it. I thought about going back last night and doing it again. I am paying for the membership now. I should use it. Don't want to waste good money in today's economy. My co-workers forced me to go to happy hour though. I'm new. I can't argue with my co-workers while still being new. I have to keep them happy, so off to the bar with them I went and out the window went my workout plans. I thought about going tonight but, an arctic front blew in from the north and the rains from Gustav arrived making it cold and rainy. Everyone knows that you don't workout when it's cold and rainy. Besides, I was afraid that you all might be worrying about me and I needed to let you know that I was okay. I can't be worrying my friends so here I sit and out the window went my workout plans. Maybe tomorrow. It's supposed to be warmer and I don't think anyone I know is going to a bar. Looks good so far.

I also went to Oklahoma to attend a rodeo view the scenery. I took pictures of the cowboys beautiful scenery to enjoy when it's cold and lonely at my house. Oklahoma scenery really warms my heart! Although I didn't make it all the way to Tulsa I did get to see a good part of the country side and let me just say, it was beautiful.





That one there is my favorite. He has red hair and it matched his shirt in just the right way. He was a bronc rider and he showed that bronc who was boss. If that's your kind of thing I guess it would have been pretty sexy......ok, who am I kidding? It was all kinds of hot.

These two were bull riders and got injured pretty badly. The one on the left got his chest stepped on by a bull and had to be taken out of the arena on a stretcher. He was promptly loaded into an ambulance and hauled off. Not before I was able to see his bare chest which would have been nice if it hadn't been for that huge contusion. The one on the right got hit in the delicate area by the bulls horn while he was in mid-air and then got his head stepped on by the bull. He was able to walk off by himself but was then loaded into an ambulance and hauled away. Unfortunately they didn't undress him to look at his injuries. Damn the luck!

Oh and look there he is again! I don't have any pictures of the actual rodeo because it got too dark and I don't have the right equipment to shoot in those conditions. Someday when I marry a rodeo star he can buy me all of that fancy equipment so I can photograph him properly.

Not only did I enjoy the local scenery, I also enjoyed the local cuisine. I love Oklahoma. They chicken fry everything in that state and how can that be a bad thing. I had lunch at Clantons. They aren't lying when they say they have the best chicken fried steak. It was amazing. The mashed potatoes and green beans were delish also. If you are ever in the area be sure to stop in. Then on the way home I found heaven in Miami, OK. We stopped at a little joint called Buttered Bunns (I can't believe this place doesn't have a website.) for breakfast. You know a place called Buttered Bunns has to be good. It had the cheesy diner decor and excitement started running through my veins. Then I opened the menu and at the bottom I read the greatest words I have ever seen in print.......chicken fried bacon! CHICKEN FRIED BACON! Did you catch that? Chicken fried bacon! I actually heard angels sing Hallelujah, the heavens opened and I saw a bright shining light. It was beautiful. I instantly started texting people about what I had found. The waiter took my order and I think slipped a tranquilizer in my water so I would stop squealing. And in another attempt to shut me up quickly he promptly brought out my food. There it was on my plate. I now know what Moses felt like when God reached down and gave him the stone tablets. It was golden and crispy and beautiful. I inhaled it like nobodies business. Slopping it around in the dipping gravy. That's right it had it's own dipping gravy. It was the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. I think I might have actually moaned out loud at one point. Then from across the room I spotted a little dry erase board with the words bread pudding written on it. I summed the waiter again, who by now was frightened of me to inquire about this bread pudding. Even though it was early on Sunday morning they did indeed have fresh bread pudding. Well who can say no to homemade bread pudding even though you have just inhaled chicken fried bacon, gravy, hash browns and toast? I ordered up dessert. To go! Didn't want to seem like too big of a pig. The poor waiter gently laid the box on my table along with my check then said a silent prayer that I would leave without injuring or eating him. I paid my bill, made my way to the car and ate my warm homemade bread pudding. It was amazing. I'm looking into getting the cook at that restaurant a Nobel Prize of some sort. In my book that place was nothing short of perfection. I think I now have a bowel obstruction from all of the chicken fried crap that I ate over the weekend but, damn it was worth it. Now you see why blowing off the gym two days in a row was probably not the wisest decision. I feel gross just writing about all that food. I'm going to go pack my gym bag right now.