Posted in Holiday, Nature, Tourist Attraction

Cheering Team

Dear Mr. Claus,

Another year has gone by and I still think about the day that you invited me to be a part of your official crew. I am, eternally, grateful for the opportunity to be your friend as well as take on some holiday responsibility.  I am writing to you with my gift list this year but I only ask for one thing. My friends are my family and they mean the world to me. I would like to ask you to bring them presents because, although I have stopped chewing on curtains, want to use my good throughout the year to bring those I love gifts. This would mean the world to me.

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I’ve Been To The North Pole!

For Bishop: Please bring him a new set of work gloves as his polar bear paws get cold when he has to work on equipment when it’s snowing out. If you can add a hat, scarf, and no snow when he’s trying to fix a forklift I ran into a tree that would be awesome. (Thank you for giving him the patience to put up with my forklift into various stuff last year. Maybe I need the gift of forklift lessons.)

To Marslean: Please bring her a helmet for when she’s practicing her flying. She is a marvelous flyer but I can be a distraction at times. I don’t want her to crash into the equipment company roof while I’m trying to show her how I can juggle candy canes AND sugar cookies AT THE SAME TIME! (Maybe I need the gift of not trying to get attention while others are trying to concentrate.)

To Tipsy: She is my best friend and the gift she has for watching over all of us has made us a real family. She’s short foot short inches but has the grace of someone who isn’t the height of a sack of potatoes. I would say platform heels but Tipsy is pretty ok with having to use a step stool, ladder scaffolding, and a box to reach the top kitchen cabinet shelves. Maybe some hair spray to replace all of the stuff I used trying to make my rainbow wig reach new (spectacular) heights. (Maybe I need to learn to ask before using someones stuff up.)

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I hope that I have been a good enough part of your team this year to receive gifts for my friends. Thank you for being a great holly jolly friend. Hope to see you in the off-season again for a bit of surfing.

Mr. C. Cow

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(A Note From Tipsy)

Mr. C. Cow doesn’t realize a few things this holiday season. it’s not in any bad way but it shows that he, as always, is never thinking about just himself. Mr. C. is concerned with the presents his friends are going to receive and this makes him want to make sure that they get what he feels they deserve. This is at the sacrifice of his own holiday gift receiving cheer. When he says that he feels bad for the various things he did in 2018 (accidentally crashing the forklift which was, not mentioned, on an icy pavement) this makes me want to explain why he shouldn’t feel bad for the actions that he couldn’t control.

*Bishop: The forklift was on an icy surface in bad weather. It skidded out and hit a port-a-potty. Disgusting? Yes! The deal is that it wasn’t Mr. C. Cow’s fault. He was just there.

*Marslean: I don’t need a helmet because I crash every time you make a joke Mr. C. Cow. Your jokes make me laugh, feel relaxed, and want to try harder. Without you I wouldn’t have a cheering team that owns their own pom poms.

*Tipsy: You are family Mr. C. Cow. You’ve been a permanent member of this family since I first met you. I don’t care if you use up all of my volumizing hair spray because you are considerate enough to go to the store and buy more. Even if you didn’t I would still love you. Santa Claus doesn’t need to bring any of us presents because we have you. And you deserve everything on your list.

Love,

Tipsy

Second Life Location: Christmas At The North Pole Village & Santa’s Workshop (M)

All photos edited and taken by….you guessed it….me!

 

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Posted in Holiday, Nature, Park, Tourist Attraction

Peppermint Obsession

When the holiday season starts to creep up upon us, Mr. C. Cow starts to get a craving for anything peppermint related. Hot chocolate. Candy canes. Brussel sprouts in a creamy peppermint sauce. (Yeah….I don’t get it either…). One year he treated us with a dish that involved his craving along with peppers, onions, and black beans. Mr. C. is now banned from mixing peppermint into a fajita.

 

This year, Mr. C. Cow had a specific recipe in mind when it came to his idea of a “mint fusion”. When asked what it was and, hoping, that it wasn’t anything involving Brussel sprouts, we were informed that we would have to wait. To not knock us over (in a scary way) with his flavors, he assembled a panel of judges to critic his dish in a food show style. When you start putting together a panel of culinary judges in preparation of serving your family a dish I’m already concerned.

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Our (Not So Secret) Ingredient Is…..Peppermint!!!

My concerned deepened when, while shopping for our weekly supplies, Mr. C. had a cart of the following ingredients:

Candy Canes

Paprika

Toothpaste

Kale

Peppermint Extract

Sushi Rice

Grapefruit Juice

Almond Milk

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Peppermint Judge #1

I’m worried about how a dish can involve the health of my teeth, candy, and spices. In the history of any cooking show I’ve ever seen there has never been a time where tooth decay has been combated while throwing candy and some sort of rice into the mix. If this has happened then I am both amazed and slightly nauseated at the thought.

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Not Happy To Be Awake Judge #2

I’m worried about how a dish can involve the health of my teeth, candy, and spices. In the history of any cooking show I’ve ever seen there has never been a time where tooth decay has been combated while throwing candy and some sort of rice into the mix. If this has happened then I am both amazed and slightly nauseated at the thought.

With all of the food shows, competitions and secret ingredients, Mr. C. Cow did not put peppermint into a fajita. No stew. No lasagna. Not even a salad that he claimed was “healthy”. This year….we got…..cookies!

Shock!

Awe!

Cookies???!!!??????

I think that Mr. C. Cow realized that, for all of our culinary food show watching, peppermint was not made to put into mashed potatoes. Or a breakfast casserole. I’m in love with his experimentation with flavors but I’m glad that he’s realized that one should know what works together and not throw it into hummus.

Seriously….

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Todays’ photos were taken (by me) in the virtual world of Second Life

Second Life Location; Winter Holiday Village (G) 

(I take and write about various places in real life or on those crazy inter-webbings. I try to go everywhere! If you’re not on Second Life then you can check it out here. The “G” is a rating which means “General”. Not adult. Safe for all. If you’re not watching cooking shows then you’re just crazy.)

Posted in Food, Holiday, Tourist Attraction

Free Candy Month

Mr. C. Cow likes to refer to the month of October as “Free Candy Month”. Halloween only lasts one day but Mr. C. likes to dress up every day of the month and search out complimentary confections. So far he’s dressed up as a cheerleader, an astronaut, and a hoof model. (He just went around showing people his hoofs. I call it “costume cheating” he calls it “hoof model”.)

When one searches out freebie sweets it takes a lot of reading local newspapers and checking out social media for Halloween festivals, parties, and shindigs. While sipping his coffee, Mr. C. Cow found a haunted neighborhood trick or treat to check out. I, barely, got to drink a half a cup before he was mooing about how we needed “To get on the road and get that candy!”. I offered to buy him a candy bar at a gas station but was informed that was “missing the whole point of “Free Candy Month”!!! Can’t argue with that logic.

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Excuse me tiny skeleton but can you point me in the direction of free candy?

I have to admit that his zest for not paying for sweets isn’t without its hard work. Not only does he have to do the research to find candy locations there is much costume planning. (Today Mr. C. is dressed as a “Produce Stand Proprietor”.) If he was to apply this zest in other aspects of his life (sweeping the camper, finish his one cow play, etc.) then he would be unstoppable.

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Thank you for the complimentary sweets pumpkin head skeleton dude!

I’m hopeful that I can get him to only eat one free candy a day instead of an entire bag of candy corn. (Candy corn is not real corn!) Meh…what can you do? He’s happy, I’m happy to watch his happiness, and the costumes he comes up with are, admittedly, creative. Can’t wait to see what he wears tomorrow!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by…..me!

Second Life Location: Halloween Haunted House (M)

Posted in Holiday, Tourist Attraction

Structural Integrity Gum

One of the worst situations one can run into while driving a camper is a bridge out. What makes it worse is a bridge out while it’s foggy. Even worse than that is a cow driving the camper while his hoofs are sticky because he decided to blow a giant bubble with his gum. The structural integrity of his bubble was on the shady side so, of course, it exploded everywhere.  Pure anxiety nightmare fuel.

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Well this isn’t good……

Before allowing Mr. C. Cow to attempt to turn an enormous camper around, in the fog, next to a bridge out, we had to pull over and deal with this tacky gum situation. Did you know that wet wipes aren’t ideal cleaning tools for gummy hoofs? They don’t work optimally unless you use an entire container of them.

(*Note To Self* Pick up more wet wipes and less gum.)

After we got Mr. C. all cleaned up it was time to maneuver a humongous recreation vehicle in a space the size of a compact car parking spot. I closed my eyes when he started backing up, turning a tiny bit, moving forward, and so forth for thirty minutes. I might have sweated out of my eyes a little due to how hot it was in the camper. (It wasn’t tears of fear! It was sweat I tell ya! SWEAT!!) Backwards. Turn a little bit. Forward then back again. When was this camper going to get turned around? Will we survive and not fall off the edge?

We survived. There would be no postcard if we hadn’t gotten turned around and went over the edge. Huzzah for living! Mr. C. Cow is an excellent backer upper who, after many years of practice (and a few run over fences) has excelled in his driving skills.

Thankfully, we were on our way down the road, away from the broken bridge and spooky fog. I’m grateful to Mr. C. for his driving but not too grateful for his bubble blowing skills. Maybe he should work on that.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo Taken By Yours Truly In Second Life

Second Life Location: Silent Hill Experience Halloween Hunt (M)

The hunt is going on from now till November 1st.

 

Posted in Nature, Real Life

Do Spiders Like Tea?

Mr. C. Cow has gotten into knowing everything he can about bugs. I’m not talking about identification, collecting, or even reading a book on the subject. He’s decided to get to know them on a first name basis. Their likes and dislikes. If they prefer coffee to tea. Who does that? Who takes the time to get to know if a spider prefers two lumps or one in their tea? Apparently it’s Mr. C. Cow.

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We’ve gotten to a point where I’ve made cookies for a butterfly, gave directions to a beetle as to where the closest gas station is, and discussed the importance of fabric softener use to a caterpillar. Do they even use fabric softener? I understand that they are furry but do they wear sweaters in the fall if it’s chilly out? Do they need to make sure it’s extra soft? I should ask Mr. C. Cow since he is now an expert on this subject.

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You know….if you think about it….Mr. C. Cow is the ultimate expert on everything buggy related. Most individuals spend their time studying the science when Mr. C. spends his time studying the individual. Think about how it must feel to a phantom crane fly when they are just trying to say hello but you misunderstand and try to swat them. Or the lady bug that was just trying to take a nap on your bathroom sink but you get freaked out because “OMG! BUG IN MY BATHROOM!!!”. She may have asked permission to be there but you didn’t hear her because she has a tiny voice and you weren’t listening.

We all need to take a page out of Mr. C. Cow’s buggy book and stop judging by looks. Not all spiders want to bite your face. (Face bite bad!!) There is good and bad everywhere. Maybe we need to stop looking for the bad all the time when it comes to the bug world, carefully shake hands…paws…legs…with a spider and ask them how they take their tea.

Yeah….I’ve learned that spiders enjoy a small cup of tea…as long as they don’t fall into it. (Bonus Lesson: Life jackets are needed if you give them a regular sized mug.) 

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Photos taken by…ME!!! Go Me!

Found this really great website to help you identify awesome insects, bugs, and spiders in your area. Check out Insect Identification!

 

 

Posted in Bar/Pub, Tourist Attraction

Ten Gallon Hat

We dig living in the country. Rolling hills. Dirt roads. Mr. C. Cow owns a pick up truck. What we’re not into is country music. I’m not a big fan of singing about our dirt roads or how my pick up truck makes me slightly more attractive to others. Mr. C. might be, slightly, more interested than my non-interest because I have heard him singing about dirt roads while in the shower. With this said, we just visited a country-western bar.

It wasn’t a planned trip. More like a stop at a gas station next to the bar trip. As I’m pumping gas, I lost track of Mr. C. Cow. When I finished paying, I noticed a cow wearing spurs walk into the bar. I don’t know how many cows own spurs (I didn’t even know Mr. C. had any!) so I had to chase after him.

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Mr. C. Didn’t Do It!!!!

Having stubby little otter legs, chasing isn’t a quick thing to do. It’s more of a creeping movement rather than a rapid follow. By the time I made it in through the saloon doors, Mr. C. Cow was country line dancing with a duck. If you’ve never seen a duck country line dance with a cow then you haven’t really lived!

I wasn’t too surprised that Mr. C. Cow knew how to country line dance. I’ve seen him shimmy, electric slide, electric boogie, and boogie electric woogie. Country line dancing was right up his alley. The surprising thing was the fact that Mr. C. owned spurs. I didn’t even know he knew what spurs were. We’re talking about someone who thought a ten gallon hat had to hold that many gallons in liquids to earn the name.  It doesn’t and my living room rug can show you just where all of the liquid goes. A cow who thought the phrase “Hold Your Horses” was a literal thing. Country line dancing….not a surprise. Spurs….super (and dangerously sharp) surprise.

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One, STRONG, Drink Kind Sir!

I’m gong to let Mr. C. Cow have some fun dancing. I’ll just get a drink from the bartender, take a deep breath, and make a mental list of spur rules if he’s going to wear them around. My living room rugs can’t take anymore abuse.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by moi in Second Life.

Second Life Location: The Rusty Spur (M)

 

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!