Posted in Tourist Attraction, Food

The Donut Whisperer

There are many signs that all of us should never ignore. Stop signs. Signs of a major health issue. A sign telling you which way the restrooms are. One of the most important signs in particular is a sign telling you where to find donuts.

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Houston…we have found donuts….

Mr. C. Cow has a particular nose that can sniff out a donut (or a sign stating there are donuts) from, at least, six miles away. Once, I swear this is true, he led me up and down multiple winding roads because he said there were donuts. He was correct. There were many donuts. I always thought that dogs had a better sense of smell then a cow. Sorry dogs.

I’ve never really tested my sense of smell, but, I do have a great sense of knowing when Mr. C. Cow is doing something he probably shouldn’t. When I used a sign informing me of where the restrooms were I sensed that he was overindulging in the desert department. After successfully returning from my sign following he was found with a pie and two crepes. After eating three donuts it was a bit much.

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A pie AND a crepe?!!?? Come on!!!

To distract Mr. C. Cow from eating all that and, possibly, a cookie he saw in a display case, I sent him off to do a bit of exploring. A distraction cleverly disguised as a scavenger hunt. Pretty smart huh? While he was safely away from getting a few of his stomachs in trouble I got to eat a crepe. Win win for both of us.

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Why you got no peepers Mr. Bear?

I wonder if Bishop has some weird coffee sense that tells him where coffee is at all times. He does have a sense to know when Mr. C. Cow is driving a bulldozer when he shouldn’t. It’s saved a few walls so it’s been tested. Marslean can probably sense when I’m punting paper footballs into the garbage can instead of doing office work when we’re at the shop. She always seems to catch me and give me this “disapproving head shake face things”. I guess all of us, in our own way, can sense something special.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos taken in Second Life by me!

Second Life Location: Bobtail Bakery & Friends (M)

I looked up how well a cow can smell just to see if he was really that good. According to this place called “the internet”, a cow can smell things up to six miles away. See! Mr. C. Cow wasn’t lying. Look it up!

Posted in Tourist Attraction

Space Octopus

Mr. C. Cow started talking about aliens the other night. The strange thing about his alien chat was the fact that we were eating cookies while driving to a gas station. This wasn’t some sort of staring at the stars and wondering what’s out there moment. It was a chocolate chip cookie and fuel up moment. I thought it very odd that Mr. C. Cow would want to talk about aliens just then.

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Take me to your nearest cocktail bar…please….

Ends up that he had a bizarre dream involving aliens wanting to know where the nearest cocktail bar was. Who doesn’t want to know that important information? I could sure use those directions right now. I started to make one of those typical “cow abduction” jokes but he shot me a look that said “Seriously??”. I put that joke on the back burner for a later date.

This got us thinking about what a real life space alien would look like. We asked Bishop what he thought they would look like when we returned from our gas excursion (gas-cursion?).  He mumbled something about a “Space Octopus”, filled up his coffee mug, and went off to change the oil on a forklift. Marlsean started to get into the whole scientific thing about single cells and “the building blocks of life” but we started to get lost when she got into the whole thing. Marslean is WAY too smart for us!

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Are you hiding space octopus?

Mr. C. Cow said he likes to picture aliens as tourists to our planet that are just looking for a fun place to hang out. Maybe get a donut or roller skate. I like to picture a blob of intelligent light that’s looking down at us and going “Meh. At least they invented the martini”.

After our discussion I told him to go and draw me a picture of how he feels an extraterrestrial would look. I sat down and thought hard about not being alone in the universe. Is there something else out there? Is it friendly? What does it look like? Did it ever find the nearest cocktail bar?

Hopefully, one day, we’ll have some answers.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by…you guessed it….Me!

Second Life Location: Space Port Paradise City (M) 

Posted in Musuem, Tourist Attraction

Chicken Jailbreak

Mr. C. Cow and I LOVE roadside attractions. The ones where you can take your picture with a giant ball of yarn or trout. Every year it seems harder to find any to stop at. It’s like people are no longer impressed with a six-story block of cheese. We don’t understand why this is happening. To us it’s a nostalgic dip into our childhood.

When Mr. C. Cow was just a wee little calf his parents took him to a roadside attraction that had a chicken in a machine that played you in tic-tac-toe. Instead of just playing the chicken they became friends when he “liberated” Ms. Clucks from her machine prison. The guy who owned the machine was not pleased with this so there was a bit of running while yelling “Flee! Flee!!!!”. I’ve never had the pleasure of jailbreaking a chicken out of a machine but I did save a duck from a soda pack ring. Dwayne the duck was forever grateful to get rid of his “trashy fashion piece”. (Cut the rings people! Think of Dwayne!)

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I Wonder Where The Giant Pad Of Paper Is….

Maybe, if Bishop is ok with it, we could have our own giant roadside attraction at the shop. Mr. C. Cow is rooting for a giant milk can (of course). I was thinking of getting the worlds largest bulldozer. Or…..a building shaped like a bulldozer! We decided to do a bit of brainstorming and made a list of what we want to build as an attraction to give to Bishop:

Building shaped like a drum set

Worlds largest potato salad

Gigantic lava lamp

Fully drinkable, LARGE martini

HUGE statue of Mr. C. Cow (Yes….Mr. C. came up with this one….)

Hopefully Bishop likes at least one of our ideas. 

If you had a roadside attraction what would it be?

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo taken by myself in Second Life

Second Life Location: Sploland (G)

Chicken tic-tac-toe machines were an actual thing in the 70s and 80s. (Poor chickens!) Look it up!!

 

 

Posted in Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Cocktail Deck

There are a few things in life that Mr. C. Cow knows more about then I do. Collecting antique milk cans. How to make stripes and plaid go together. Boating lingo. While I might be able to “natter like a pirate”, boat parts and whatnot are confusing. When Mr. C. Cow starts talking about the “stern of the boat” I keep thinking that it means the boat is really strict. I was told that stern means “the after part of the boat” I still don’t know what that means. What’s an “after part”? Once he showed me the fluke of an anchor and I thought he was talking about the anchor having some strange stroke of luck. I don’t think Mr. C. Cow was very impressed with my boat knowledge.

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Where’s The Poop Deck?

We have been sailing a few times together. While I’m under the impression that I’ll get to wear a pirate hat while sipping cocktails on whatever part of the boat is the cocktail deck, Mr. C. Cow is more into practicing his square knots on the starboard bow.

Wow! We have a star on board? Neato!

Maybe I should brush up on my terms because  Mr. C. Cow keeps shaking his head every time I giggle at the word “Bulkhead”. Come on! It sounds like someone with a really large (and heavy) head. Who wouldn’t giggle at that? I also should probably tone down my pirate talk on our next trip together. Mr. C. doesn’t appreciate it when I keep yelling “Watch out fer sharks ‘n jellyfish Sailor Cow! Pass me th’ rum! Yarr!”.

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Beautiful Day For Sailing!

We all like to get a bit goofy at times. I actually do know where the starboard is on a ship. (It’s the right side of the ship when looking forward.) Mr. C. Cow knows that I really don’t think a bulkhead is a large-headed individual. Being best friends we sometimes like to pick on each other. Even so, I do insisted that I get to wear a pirate hat and drink cocktails on our next boat trip. Maybe this time I can figure out where the cocktail deck is.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Pictures taken in Second Life by…Me!

Second Life Location: Sister’s Cove (M) 

 

 

Posted in Beach, Food, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Peeper Enhancer

Mr. C. Cow has never had the opportunity to use one of those coin operated binoculars before. You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones that you sometimes see on the boardwalk where you can throw a few coins in to look out at the ocean. He thought it was funny that he had to pay money to use something he referred to as a “peeper enhancer”. I told Mr. C. that it beats carrying his big binoculars around the boardwalk.

Before using any “peeper enhancers” we stopped for a bite to eat.

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EAT!

While waiting for his alfalfa burger and hay shake, Mr. C. Cow decided to use the back of his place mat to draw a picture of what he thought we would see through the coin operated binoculars. I’m thinking he’s going to draw a picture of a ship or a dolphin. I was so completely off the mark that it’s not even funny. What do you think Mr. C. Cow would draw? A shark? A shark riding a whale? A dolphin riding a shark riding a whale? Not even close! Mr. C. thought that we might see….THIS…..

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Punk Octo-Beach Ball?

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s…I’m totally joking! I think it’s a punk rocking octopus who just happens to be shaped like a beach ball. But…it has like…six eyes! Would that make it a punk octo-beach-bug? A mohawk wearing jelly roll of the sea? I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of these floating around the ocean.

Mr. C. Cow explained to me that it was a sea monster, although it preferred to be called “sea awesome” rather than “monster”. I doubted we would see one through a coin operated set of binoculars but what do I know? There are a lot of things in the ocean that are yet to be discovered.

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Where are you octo-punk-tapus?

Alas, we did not see a giant octopus bug squid beach ball with great hair. We did, however, see a shark riding a whale. I’m not sure if I’m really all that surprised to see a shark on a whale because I was, in all honesty, half expecting the octo-buggy-tapus-punk rocker. When it comes to the imagination of Mr. C. Cow it’s hard to not get carried away by it. My mind now wonders if there might be such a thing as an opera singing turtle with a pompadour. There could even be a dolphin wearing hipster glasses and telling us he was jumping out of the water doing flips before it was cool.

When I grow up (HAHAHA!)  I want to explore the ocean. Or at least find the punk-tapus. 

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Pictures taken by myself in Second Life

Second Life Location: 50s Housewife Community (M)

Thank you to Marslean from “Marslean’s World” for her help with Mr. C. Cows sea creature drawing. You can check out her website HERE. 

 

 

Posted in Food, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Prescription Pie

Mr. C. Cow is off to theater camp this week. I was under the impression that he wanted to go to camp because they had an open juice bar for snacking but he swears that he’s all about acting.

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I still think he’s more interested in the free juice then acting.

I think that Mr. C. would make a wonderful actor. When I’ve caught him eating an entire pie without sharing he’s told me that it was for medical purposes. It was a very convincing performance. His wardrobe alone, with his numerous colorful wigs and platform shoes, would fit into just about any play. If Mr. C. Cow can stay away from the free juice bar long enough to participate I think he’ll do great.

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Mr. C. sent me a picture of love from camp. Awww!

While Mr. C. Cow is working on his acting chops I’m working on overhauling the camper. Total detailing, cleaning of the cupboards, and a new set of tires is much easier to do when he’s off doing something else. I’m not saying that Mr. C. isn’t helpful but his idea of cleaning the cupboards is rearrange our pots and pans by size and not actually cleaning anything. Marslean is helping me with the detailing duties and Bishop said that he was more than happy to change the oil. I’ve learned from past mistakes that olive oil is not the same as motor oil. I don’t think Bishop will ever let me touch another engine again.

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Mr. C. Cow is having a blast at camp!

On the last day of theater camp the campers put on a play that they had written during the week. It was something about woodland creatures, a candy shop owner, and involved intricate dance numbers. A tad bit confusing when a giant candy corn sang a love song to a squirrel but I do give them an A+ for creativity.

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Lights…Camera…ACTION!

Mr. C. Cow (Of Course) played the part of the candy shop owner. I was so proud of him because he did an excellent job and restrained himself from eating any of the props. He managed to not wipe out an entire camp juice bar and learned all of his lines. I think that’s a big deal! Maybe he’ll stop using the medical pie excuse and start letting me have a slice.

*See’s Mr. C. Cow eating a pie in the camper after the show.*

Ok….maybe not…

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos taken in Second Life by me.

Second Life Location: Light Of A Thousand Stars (M) 

 

Posted in Guest, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Origami Turtle

Mr. C. Cow and Marslean went to the park today. I stayed behind to catch up on paperwork. When I say “catching up on paperwork” it’s usually me trying to do something constructive but making origami turtles instead. Today I, actually, did important paperwork for Bishop. I’m hoping that, if I finish all of the desk jockey work, he’ll tell me where he keeps buying all of his giant travel coffee mugs.

Marslean has been wanting to travel with us on occasion and has been practicing her postcard writing skills. To get a bit of practice in she decided to write me a postcard describing their trip to the park.

Dear Tipsy, 

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Greetings From The Park!

Mr. C. Cow and I went to the park the other day so I could practice my flying. It was “interesting” to say the least. I thought that the park would be a good practice spot and Mr. C. wanted to be there for moral flying support. While I was doing my amazing feats of aerial spins without hitting any trees, Mr. C. Cow kept sneaking off. I’m yelling “Did you see that incredible barrel roll?!!??” and he’s nowhere to be found. Moments later he would appear with a veggie dog or a cookie in his mouth.

“See my loop-de-loop? Mr. C.? Hey…Where are you!!??”

Moments Later….

“Wooo..get a load of my birdlike diving skills!!!”

“Munch…Munch…Munch…..Neato!”. (Eating a bag of popcorn)

This went on for well over an hour. After I was done with my practice I realized that Mr. C. Cow was nowhere to be found….again! Where was he wandering off to? Where was he getting all of the food? Why wasn’t I offered a snack? So many questions that I wanted answered! Flying high into the air I was on the lookout for a cow carrying snack foods.

After ten or so minutes I spotted him outside of a park refreshments stand buying lemonade. While I’m practicing my soaring skills he’s busy stuffing his face full of peanuts and french fries. This doesn’t seem fair and it kinda hurt my feelings. I needed to tell him how I felt but didn’t want him to get all upset. A cow crying in his cotton candy is not only sticky but sad.

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Is this where Mr. C. Cow found all of those nachos?

I sat him down and explained that he said he would cheer me on while I practiced but I felt that he thought food was more important than friendship. Mr. C. Cow started to tear up (I moved the cotton candy a cry-safe distance from his face) and apologized for his behavior. His stomachs got the best of him! We hugged and I explained that it was ok. Sometimes our stomach wins when we’re very hungry. In a surprising move, Mr. C. Cow pulled out a snack bag of food he had been buying me the entire time. He knew I would be starving when I was finished and had thought of me. Apples. Sticks of gum. A salad with extra cucumbers. Mr. C. Cow might seem like he’s not paying attention at times but he always means the best. No one could ask for a better friend.

Your ponycorn friend, 

Marslean

I am so glad that Marslean and Mr. C. Cow worked out their differences. He is always thinking with his stomachs and sometimes doesn’t realize that he’s being a tad bit rude. At least he shared!

I should be getting back to my paperwork. One cannot ask Bishop where he gets his travel mugs if one does not finish their work.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos Taken In Second Life By Me

Second Life Location: Hardwood Park (M)

A big thank you to Marslean for helping out with this weeks postcard. Please show her some love and check out her website Marslean’s World”.