Posted in Food, Real Life

The Whip Cream Incident

Thirty-seven and a half days ago we were doing pretty good. The birds were singing. No one was licking food out of bowls. Life was great. Until….the whip cream incident.

The day started out as any other, normal, day. We stopped early to gas the camper up. Mr. C. Cow made chocolate chip pancakes with homemade whip cream. I had gotten in my required morning coffee intake. Breakfast was delicious, as usual. Things felt pretty marvelous until I noticed the whip cream bowl on the camper counter…..

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Gasp!!!

Someone wasn’t just putting it on top of breakfast. The majority of this whip cream was not making it onto a dish. Someone was licking it out of the bowl during breakfast. I was horrified! Had Mr. C. Cow reverted to licking food out of a bowl before serving? Were we back to wondering if our food had been cow tongue attacked before it was given to us? Had thirty-seven and a half days of restraint been destroyed by a fluffy pancake topping?

I was apprehensive at the thought of having to pull out the interrogation lamps. Making Mr. C. sweat it out under the lights while I asked him how many dishes he had licked before serving did not sound like the normal day that we had started out with. Was all of our progress back to zero?

Before I had a chance to get out the questioning chair, Mr. C. started cleaning up the dishes from breakfast. He noticed I was staring at the whip cream bowl with a mixture of horror and sadness on my face. As I opened my mouth, Mr. C. Cow produced a spoon that he had used to eat the whip cream. No one had licked the bowl. No one had used a spatula to shovel food into their mouth. A spoon, not used more than once, had been used to eat. Double dipping had not happened. Our thirty-seven and a half days were safe. So was our appetites.

Lesson learned….sometimes you need to not jump to conclusions before you know all of the facts. Trust in your friends. Even if it involves breakfast.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo taken by me.

Actual photo of whip cream that we made. No one double dipped into the bowl. Huzzah!

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Posted in Home, Nature

Field Tested Carrot Approved

We’ve been super busy around the house as of late. Mr. C. Cow has been redecorating the kitchen as well as helping Marslean study for her pony school tests. His idea of studying involves asking questions like “How many carrots can you eat in one minute if you’re unquestionably starving because you skipped breakfast?”. While I do not feel that this is a legitimate math question, Mr. C. feels that it is an important answer to know. To humor him, Marslean challenged him to field test the problem. Our current solution is six.

While Mr. C. Cow and Marslean have been studying, I’ve been dealing with a peacock problem named “Ervin”. Ervin has been staying with us, with permission from Marslean, while his condo is being remodeled. I’m all for helping out a friend in need but Ervin hasn’t learned how to pick up his towels from the floor after showering. I’ve also had a problem with him leaving feathers all over the living room. Hopefully his remodeling will not drag on much longer. There are only so many times I can pick feathers out of a decorative bowl of hard candy before it will drive me to insanity.

Speaking of insanity, just last week while I was grocery shopping, I watched someone buy an entire cart full of kale. As I waited patiently to buy some, they took every last piece they could get their hands out and wiped out the entire supply. When the produce stock guy came back he stood in the way, calmly waited for the kale stock to be refilled, then took all of that as well. Who fills an entire cart full of kale? Who needs that much kale? I only wanted a pound of the stuff and I felt that I was muscled out of my greens. The world is a strange place!

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Nope…..not kale!!!!!

 

Strange shopping aside, we have a long, three-day weekend coming up! Bishop is planning on BBQ-ing some of those math problem carrots, Marslean is going to take a break from studying, and Mr. C. Cow (hopefully) will have our kitchen remodel finished.

We hope you all have an amazing weekend!

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

 

Posted in Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Jelly Blanket

Spring has sprung. I’m not sure if it sprung a leak or sprung into action but it had arrived. With the new season landing it has brought along nicer weather and a hint of buds among the trees. Spring has also brought along the required cleaning of the camper. This task lies, mostly, on my shoulders as Mr. C. Cow is more of a mess maker and not a mess cleaner. I don’t mind because it beats having to tell a cow that a pair of cowboy boots do not go in a dishwasher.

To keep Mr. C. occupied, I sent him off to take pictures to share with all of you for todays postcard. I know that I can always trust him to take wonderful photos to share with all of you.

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Mr. C. Cow resisted the temptation to jump on the balloons.

While he was gallivanting around nature, I was elbows deep in soapy water. I was tackling the task of washing five tons of cups I found under Mr. C. Cow’s bed. I’m not exactly sure how they ended up there or how they all fit but it was a monstrous activity. Having a glass of water next to your bed at night is a wonderful idea but forgetting about it after it rolls under your bed is not so great. This explains why I could never find any in the cupboard.

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He remembered to look both ways before crossing the street.

My next undertaking was something I like to call “How many empty orange juice containers can you fit in a fridge crisper drawer?”. If you guessed “fifteen” then you should get a prize. I was guessing only two but I was WAY OFF. I’m not sure why Mr. C. Cow feels the need to throw empty containers in a fridge drawer but he must have some sort of reasoning. Maybe he thinks it’s an empty container drawer that magically empties itself. Who knows!!

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He laid down on his cow belly to get the perfect “angle shot”. Professional!

When I got to the laundry, I was expecting a pile of blankets with hoof prints and jelly all over them. (Mr. C. has a habit of eating jelly sandwiches in bed). To my surprise there was no laundry to do. All of our clothes were hung up in the closets. The blankets were nicely folded and placed on top of the dryer. Mr. C. Cow even washed his oversized floppy hat and hung it up to dry. I was floored! No…literally….I was so shocked I had to lay down on the floor while feelings of excitement passed. There were no bubbles covering the floor due to the overuse of soap. The jelly stains on Mr. C.’s blankets were eradicated. I was so happy I had little tears of joy!

When Mr. C. Cow came back I gave him the biggest hug one of my size can give a cow. He moo’d in confusion until I explained how important he was to me. It’s not just the laundry nor the postcard photo taking that makes Mr. C. important. What makes him an important part of my life is the fact that, jelly stains aside, he’s always there to help without anyone asking. That’s what friendship is all about. Helping each other out.

Maybe next Spring I’ll have him help me with the dishes. Only if he’s the one to clean all the cups out from under his bed.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by me in Second Life

Second Life Location: Spring Sim – Orchard Heights (M) 

Posted in Art, Real Life

Pick Me Up

I have been feeling really down lately. Not exactly sure why I was all sorts of blue. We were stocked full of martini olives. The camper had a full tank of gas. Mr. C. Cow hadn’t chewed on any of our hand towels in the bathroom lately. Life has been pretty good.

Mr. C. Cow has noticed that I’ve been sad a lot. When I’m sad it makes him sad. This makes me sadder. It’s a vicious cycle of unhappiness filled with cow and otter tears. Instead of swimming around in his own cow tears, Mr. C. Cow decided that it was his job to cheer me up.

When it comes to cheering an individual up there is no one better than my best cow friend/family in the world. He knows what everyone needs when they need a bit of happiness in their life. If cotton candy makes you smile then he’ll fill an entire tractor-trailer full of the stuff just to see you do it. Music and dancing are easy to come by if that makes you grin because he’s there playing three instruments at the same time while dancing just to kick the sad out the door.

What could he do to put a little joy in my life. Worlds largest cocktail glass? One cow parade complete with a float? Pizza in the shape of a heart? Mr. C. Cow knows me better than anyone I know. He knows that the way to make me smile is when he draws me a picture.

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AWWWWW!!!!!!

A picture of our little family unit makes me smile. These are my peeps. My unit of support. I love each and every one of you guys and I love you Mr. C. Cow for picking me up out of the funk and making me happy again.

Cows and art….is there nothing they can’t do?

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Love Achieved

I know that many of you are asking “Well…what happened on Valentine’s Day?”. Another question is “Did Mr. C. Cow achieve a successful showing of love without making things explode?”. I would like to inform all of you that nothing exploded. For those of you that are disappointed in no detonations I would like to educate you with the knowledge that a marshmallow exploded in a microwave will not only increase in size but catch on fire. I would fill you in on the details of this mishap but it’s for another day. (Also…Mr. C. Cow is not over the trauma of combustible marshmallows.)

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No explosions here!

Everything went exceedingly well this year. I was majorly distressed that he might go overboard with such items as paper heart drops from the sky (paper cut danger zone), hiring a professional flame baton dancing ostrich (seriously….fire hazard), or going low-key (in his mind) and covering our equipment companies scissor lift in chocolate. My anxiety was not (finally) needed and things were fantastic.

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Beautiful Valentine’s Day Picnic Location!

There was a real picnic blanket that was not the sheet taken off of one of our beds. The only thing that was on fire was the spicy jalapeño appetizer Mr. C. Cow created. Instead of anything involving mayhem, explosions, and general confusion we were treated to wine, cheese, and an amazing view. Mr. C. Cow not only showed his love but he managed to show it successfully without any injury to individual or property. I call this a love win!

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Amazing View!

We shouldn’t take one day to show the love we have to others. As a family unit we tell each other each day that we care. Mr. C. Cow lets us know he is devoted to his clan by showing us an incredible day. No fires. No explosions to put out. No mess.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by moi in Second Life

Second Life Location: Rustic Retreat (M)

If you’re wondering the whole back story on how we got to this safe holiday point then please check out the two previous postcards: 

Mission: Love

It’s Go Time

 

Posted in Food, Holiday, Nature

It’s Go Time

Happy Valentine’s Day From All Of Us At “Postcards From Tipsy”!!

It’s almost time for Mr. C. Cow to pull off his “love mission” to show his family appreciation. As he was decorating a picnic area I started to worry when he started pulling out the balloons. Visions of a billion balloons popping in harmony over dinner started going through my mind. Before I could cower at the thought he only used a few to set the “mood”. Your entire families ear drums thank you Mr. C.!

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Less is more!

It’s almost time for our Valentine party so I must go and get ready for his picnic (not too many balloons) love party. I’ll let you all know how it goes tomorrow.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL photo taken by me

If you would like to read about why balloons are a sore spot then please check out yesterday’s postcard “Mission: Love” for all of the (loud) details. 

Posted in Beach, Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Mission: Love

Valentine’s day is tomorrow and Mr. C. Cow is on a “mission of love”. When I say “mission of love”, I’m talking about showering friends and family with over-the-top gifts of fondness. Last year he set up a million heart-shaped balloon drop from the equipment company ceiling when Bishop walked into work. This proved to be less of an emotional showcase of caring and more of a loud balloon popping mess. Not only were there not nearly a million heart shaped balloons, they started exploding into a fury of noise when they would hit the equipment.

Bulldozer + Balloon = Kerplow

Forklift + Balloon = Kablooooeee

After the melee was over we only had to calm Bishop down, clean up popped balloons, and fix the forklift. If you don’t understand how a balloon can screw up a forklift then you’ve never had one pop in an engine compartment.

This year I’m helping Mr. C. Cow scale down his appreciation display into something more manageable. After debating the pros and cons of a million doves holding Valentine’s in their beaks, we settled on a family picnic. We’ll take the camper out to an enchanting location, pack something delicious, and have fun together. No loud, exploding decorations, no broken forklifts, no angry polar bears named Bishop.

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Hiring a dolphin to do intricate jumps while whistling loves songs is not keeping things simple….

Mr. C. Cow is attempting to pack an entire fifty layer red velvet cake in the picnic basket. I’m trying to explain that this is something we like to call “overkill” but he’s not buying it. He keeps mumbling something about “not killing a cake” and “How does one overkill cake?”. I’ll let you know on Valentine’s day if our plan of keeping it amour simple goes off without a hitch.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo taken in Second Life by moi.

Second Life Location: Etosha Romantic Dance Paradise (M)