Posted in Nature, Park, Real Life

Tree Couture

I caught Mr. C. Cow standing outside of the camper today holding a bunch of tree branches. One in his mouth, a few strapped to his middle, and a couple on his horns held together by twisty ties.

“What in the name of nature are you doing?” I, politely, inquired.

“I’m being one with the trees!” was Mr. C.’s answer.

How is wearing multiple types of tree branches make someone “one with the trees”? Pine accented with oak makes more of a wood pile than a “one with trees” fashion statement. Mixing tree types is like wearing socks with sandals. Then again, I like to wear a beehive as an outfit centerpiece. What the heck do I know?

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These Are Trees.

I wish Marslean was camping with us. She could witness Mr. C. Cow with his tree branch couture. Marslean is also the only one of us that owns an entire tree guide. I only have a half a guide as Mr. C. chewed on mine. She’s also the only one that could probably look at his wood pile of an outfit and, somehow, make it look fabulous.

While Mr. C. Cow was outside in his branch outfit singing about “Trees And Love”, I got on this amazing invention called “The Internet” and looked up a few tree facts. I thought that, since I didn’t have a branch ensemble, I could, at least, learn more than the words “bark” and “leaf”.

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These Are Also Trees….

Did you know that the indentation between the lobes of a leaf are called a “sinus”? 

I’m now staring out the window at Mr. C. Cow’s outfit trying to find ear lobes on a leaf and figure out if they get sinus infections. Nature is hard.

I think it’s time to get Mr. C. back into the camper, minus the tree garb, and back on the road. His little nature stunt has made me realize we might need to brush up on our timber knowledge.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos (taken by me!) while out and about in the wonderful, real world of nature.

Yes….I do know that trees do not have ear lobes OR sinus infections.

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Posted in Beach, Home, Real Life

Extreme Couponing

I am well versed in the fine art of coupon cutting.  When there is a sale I am more than willing to spend hours trying to find a coupon to make the sale even better. I hate spending full price on anything. It’s outrageous! One time I got a fifty pack of bottled water for a dollar. While I did a victory lap with the shopping cart, Mr. C. Cow and Bishop both stared at me like I was some sort of weirdo. Some people just don’t get it.

I am, extraordinarily, lucky that I coupon because Mr. C. Cow has…GASP….(Seriously….someone needs to gasp with me..)….started purchasing WAY TOO MANY floating things to go in a pool. I know. It’s the type of drama that makes you pass out due to excitement.  I’ve seen loungers. We’ve seen countless beach balls. Bishop has blown up giant sharks wearing saddles. I once caught Marlsean sneaking an inflatable tug boat into the house because Mr. C. Cow wanted to make a game out of it. It’s out of control!

Pools are CRAZY.  I, cannot, wrap my head around filling something full of water then throwing a bunch of chemicals in it. Not only does it make your hair smell gross but it doesn’t seem natural to me. Find a lake, an ocean, a puddle, or something! Maybe it’s the otter in me but…blah…yucky!

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The Blow Up Whale Looks Pretty Happy.

While shopping for the latest in floating pool accessories, we ran into one of the weirdest safety signs of all time. It was on a gargantuan, inflatable ice cream cone so the warning went into the realm of food weird. I don’t even know if it’s trying to tell us to be safe. Take a look:

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What the what what??!!??

The exclamation point, clearly, states that this is an important sign to pay attention to. At first glance of the directions and/or safety portion it looks like you need to fill an ice cream machine from the top to have it come out the bottom. Mr. C. Cow thought the machine was peeing (I ignored this thought). We couldn’t find anything resembling a machine anywhere on the inflatable ice cream cone. This was the best we could come up with:

“Be sure to fill your rocket ship 100% before blasting off.” – Mr. C. Cow (I don’t think a pool float is a rocket ship. Wouldn’t it melt?)

“Horses, when shot into space, have a 100% chance of exploding when hitting the ground.” – Marslean (I showed her the photo and now she scares me. Who shoots horses into space??!!?? Isn’t she a pony? Oh…My….Equine…..) 

“I think that the “+ 1″ means we are supposed to roll a die to determine who gets to use the inflatable ice cream cone.” – Me

“I think we’re suppose to roll to see how quickly the horse explodes.” – Marslean

“I still think it has something to do with pee.” – Mr. C. Cow (Who is still being ignored for his bathroom chatter.) 

After all of this chit-chat about signs, horse-splosions, and other (freaky) pool accessories chat, we went with a blow up pencil. It seemed safer and would come in handy if anyone needed to write something down.

Maybe I should get a matching inflatable notebook to have something to write on.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

1st Photo Taken In Second Life. 2nd Photo Taken While Out And About In This Place Called “The Real World”.

Second Life Photo Taken At My Personal, Virtual, Home.

Both Photos Taken By Me!

 

Posted in Real Life

Sorry

I am very sorry that I have been lacking in the postcard department. I am the type of otter that keeps to a schedule and FREAKS OUT if I don’t do what I need to do. It makes me all sort of fainting.

There has been so much going on in life (as well as being sick…which stinks…) that my body has informed me that I need a vacation. Mr. C. Cow has already built me a pillow fort to rule over. Marslean has made me so much soup that I am not sure if I can soup anymore. Bishop kissed my forehead, put his hard hat back on (after giving me a hat tip salute), and went off to do what polar bears do. I am VERY lucky to have loved ones who care about me.

So…on polar bear/cow/pony/maybe doctor orders we will be back with new postcards on (Looks at a calendar she snuck in without anyone noticing she was doing some sort of work thing)…..Tuesday Sept. 26th. 

Thank you all for reading….please come back…hahaha. No…seriously…we appreciate all of you that receive our postcards and keep coming back for more of our adventures. Mr. C. Cow told me that I need to start taking care of myself and I am going to follow his orders. He might not be a real doctor (although he does own a doctor costume for Halloween) but he’s right. Health should come first.

See you on the 26th. 

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Posted in Food, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Hay There

I apologize for the lack of a postcard last week Thursday. Mr. C. Cow has been taking typing lessons and spend the entire day practicing. He’s trying to get his “words per minute” speed up from three to ten. Typing with hoofs can’t be easy and finding out that words like “dfa;ejoiardd” and “areraeasdereeee” are not real can be frustrating. Mr. C. could use “talk to type” but he’s determined to do it on his own.  I’m glad he’s putting a little effort into it with the classes and practice.

Since Mr. C. Cow was preoccupied with his work, I spent the day at a petting zoo feeding the animals. I must say that I never thought this would be a relaxing way to pass the time. Normally this would be a stressed filled activity involving the feeding of wildlife as well as the feeding of Mr. C. I should call it “expensive and stressful”.

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“Hay” There Tiny Deer!

Being an otter, I am naturally curious as to why other animals choose the career path of professional zoo animal. A pro zoo animal is hard enough but being a pro petting zoo animal must be harder. Not only do you have to be on public display but people are always trying to pet you. I don’t even like it when someone touches my beehive. Germs is another reason why I could never take this type of work. Who knows where those hands have been!

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In It For The Free Food!

I asked a lot of different animals why they decided to get into the professional petting zoo field. The chipmunks were all about the free food. A llama told me it was for the great dental benefits. One goat told me she was doing it to help pay for her liberal arts degree. I can understand the need to make a living. More power to all you zoo animals out there!

When I returned from my educational excursion, Mr. C. Cow was eating a peanut butter banana sandwich and watching old reruns of “As The Cowbell Tings”. Sneaking a peek at his timed typing practice quizzes, I noticed he increased his word count from three to a solid twelve. In celebration of his mastery over a keyboard I should take him to the petting zoo sometime. With extra food to keep the costs down and a cocktail to calm my nerves.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by….Me!

Second Life Location: Halcyon Romantic Gardens And Ballroom (M) 

Posted in Bar/Pub, Beach, Food, Park, Tourist Attraction

Nacho Problem

I’ve been to a lot of different kinds of bars before. Cocktail bars. Salad bars. I’ve even tasted a candy bar at the risk of losing my girlish otter figure. Mr. C. Cow has decided to “raise the bar” by finding us one that involves nachos.

When I think of a nacho bar, I keep picturing a bunch of cheesy tortilla chips kicking back, having a beer, discussing the pros and cons of jalapeños. I know this can’t be true as tortilla chips prefer to discuss the market price of tomatoes.

Mr. C. Cow, being smart in the food department, knows I’m just being silly and informs me that a nacho bar just involves the opportunity to make as many nachos as possible. If you want to eat fifty plates of nachos that are only covered in lettuce and salsa then knock yourself out. I don’t know how one could eat fifty plates but Mr. C. has goals.

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So many choices!

I do have a bit of a nacho problem as I want to try all of the toppings but can’t seem to fit them onto one plate. Mr. C. Cow suggested I skip the tiny plates and use a hubcap from the camper instead. I don’t feel like washing cheese off of a hubcap so I’ll just skip the whole process. He can partake in the all you can eat while I find the type of bar that serves craft beers.

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I like crafts!

After I had a few libations, I felt it was time to call it a day. The camper was parked for the evening and I just wanted to go to bed. Mr. C. Cow wasn’t done making nachos so he decided to use a surfboard to carry his creations back to the camper. A surfboard is almost as ridiculous as a hubcap plate but a little more awkward due to length. How was he going to get it in the camper? How many nachos does it take to fill a surfboard? Is it safe to try to walk down stairs with a nacho surfboard?

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Watch Your Step!!!!

To combat the stairs he kinda nacho surfed the board down, carefully, not losing a single jalapeño or chip. We should start a nacho surfing competition. Give out prizes for style. Points lost if you lose a topping.

On that note, I bid you all a good day but before I finish today’s postcard I want to leave you with a joke.

What do you call cheese that isn’t yours? Nacho cheese!

Hey…at least it was a good attempt!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by me in Second Life.

Second Life Location: Eclipse Tiny Place (M) 

Posted in Nature, Tourist Attraction

Hindquarters

There is a right way and a wrong way to sit on a bench covered in flowers. The right way is to not sit directly on them. Bench flowers are for looking not for sitting. The wrong way is to sit directly on them and get a thorn stuck in your butt. A massive thorn in your booty is no laughing matter.

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It’s For Looking Not Sitting!

It’s no laughing matter when the rump in question just happens to belong to Mr. C. Cow. You can’t explain to a cow how a seat might not actually be a seat but more like a nature art piece. Mr. C. does not grasp this concept and this is how we ended up with a thorn in his backside.

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Random Bystander Witnessing “The Sitting”.

Don’t worry about his bum. After the initial “OMG! I’VE BEEN HIT!”, followed by the process of chasing him around to get it out, we were pretty cool about the whole thing. Mr. C. Cow now has a flower seat war story to tell and I just got to say “fanny” in different ways already in this postcard.

Hehehe!

I like the concept of individuals taking items that are not usually thought to be gardening pots and just going with it. An old boot with a cactus in it. A mason jar growing herbs for the kitchen. Mr. C. Cow once grew a potato plant in a hula hoop. Ok. So the potatoes weren’t exactly in the hoop. It was more like he threw the hoop around it and called it a day.

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Would you like a floral arrangement with your classical piano music?

We’re not too bad in the container gardening department. I’m not saying that my paws are green. Quite the contrary. They are more furry brown and small. Mr. C. Cow only has green hoofs when he wear shoes. We once, as a team, accidentally grew too much mint and it made Bishop quite upset. So we grew it in the bucket of a bulldozer. Big deal? Yeah…it’s a big deal!  While we thought it was a good place for a plant, Bishop was not happy when he tried to bulldoze things. He could have, at least, appreciated the aroma and cocktail possibilities we had created. Bishop was not amused or appreciative.

I think that we can say that we’ve learned a few valuable life lessons with today’s postcard. Don’t sit on nature or you’ll hurt your keister. If you’re going to do some container gardening ask before using something that doesn’t belong to you. Disapproving polar bears are no laughing matter.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos were taken by me in the virtual world of Second Life.

Second Life Location: The Pavilion (M)

As I said on our last postcard, the area we went to had three distinct areas for us to explore. We thought we would share all of them. Here are the links to the past two postcards if you would like to check it out:

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Secret Karate And Tater Tots?

 

 

Posted in Tourist Attraction

Secret Karate & Tater Tots?

What does “S.K.A.T.E”? stand for exactly? “Secret Karate And Tater Tot Enterprises” was the answer that Mr. C. Cow came up with. I think he just wants to eat tots while doing his “sweet karate moves”. I’m thinking more on the lines of “Selling Kale At The Emporium”. Since there doesn’t seem to be any tater tots or kale around we’re just going to assume they want us to roller skate and not ask too many questions.

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Some Kraken Allowed Tasty Eels?

Mr. C. Cow is the master of roller skating. I chalk this up to being able to find skates for hoofs. I have a hard time finding any for weeny otter feet and usually end up sitting inside one giant skate. It is pretty comical because all you can see is the top of my beehive as I wheel myself around.

This roller skating rink was pretty funky because there was a colossal tube of lipstick just, randomly, sitting next to some storage lockers. It didn’t look used, but I told Mr. C. Cow that he was not allowed to put any one. You don’t know where it’s been. For all we know it could belong to a giant retro 80’s skate princess with a cold. If a regular cold is bad enough I’m afraid to know what a giant’s retro cold would be like.

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Don’t Touch It Mr. C.!!!!

The plus side to all of this wheeling myself around in one roller skate and blocking Mr. C. Cow from a grave lipstick error, was the entertainment.  As DJ Bass Bear spun a set of 80’s tunes (that felt like you were in some sort of weird film), Mr. C. spun around beautifully in a helicopter whirlwind of flare. At least that is what others told me. When you’re stuck in one roller skate trying to do your thing it’s kinda hard to see. I hope someone at least took a video or a picture for later viewing!

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DJ Bass Bear bringing you all of the neon tunes.

This was a lovely, yet short, excursion from traveling on the road. Mr. C. Cow could have went on skate dancing all night but I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable in my roller skate. I hadn’t packed my personal one so I had to rent one from the rink. Fear of foot odors past and a feeling that I needed a good shower cut our visit short. Next time I’ll remember to pack my own skate. One that fits well enough so I can watch Mr. C. and his helicopter whirlwind flare moves.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos taken in Second Life by me!

Second Life Location: The Deaf Leopard (M) 

We found that this place has three different areas that are completely different and interesting to visit. We wrote about the first one last week. On Thursday I’ll share the last one with you.