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 Beach, Food, Tourist Attraction, Town/City

Biscuit/Gravy/Combo

We’re going to be home for a few days helping out Bishop but decided to take a small road trip today. Bishop insisted! He even gave us food money and told us to go find biscuits or gravy or a combo of both of them stuck together. Bishop needed a break from teaching Mr. C. Cow the difference between a screwdriver and a banana. I needed a break from all of the paperwork I’ve been doing. Mr. C. Cow just wanted food.

We drove about an hour away from the equipment company and stopped at a lovely seaside rest stop to attempt to get directions to the closest coffee shop. Mr. C. tried asking a bird eating pizza where we could also find food but the bird was having none of it. I think the bird thought that Mr. C. Cow was there to steal his pizza. Nobody wants to steal your pizza birdy! It looks like it was fresh in the 17th century. We’ll go find our own food thank you very much!

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I thought the Dodo bird was extinct….

We did, finally, find a place to use that biscuit/gravy/combo money that Bishop had given us. The place looked a little shady to me. Mr. C. said it was just one of those themed restaurant things to look “hip”. I don’t think most themed restaurants go for GIANT GUNS on their roof to add to the ambience.

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Protection against zombie invasion?

We were greeted by a lovely robot behind the counter named “Sir Cuit” . He ended up being well versed in the biscuit/gravy/combo making arts. On top of that Sir Cuit also doubled as a coffee machine. When one decides to open up a coffee shop it’s a great idea to be able to multitask your work. If you can percolate some coffee while making biscuits at the same time I say you win a multitasking gold star!

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I can also make donuts!

It seemed that the area we were in was completely built out of recycled material. Brilliant idea in a world that is too into the “throw it away and get a shiny new one” lifestyle. I didn’t see any non-robot entities coming around this recycled town so I’m assuming they were all sleeping in that day. I started to ask Sir Cuit about this but then I remembered the GIANT GUN on the roof of his coffee shop. I’ll just leave that one alone….

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That sign just called me short!!!!!!

Time to start heading back to the equipment shop. Bishop has probably had enough down time to get back to the whole “screwdriver vs. banana” conversation. (The biscuit/gravy/combo I’m bringing back to him will sure make him feel ready to go!) I should get all of my paperwork done today but you know what they say. They say something about “a mountain of paperwork multiplies into two birds in a basket so don’t count them…” or something like that. I never could get that right.

Mr. C. Cow looks like he’s had enough to eat this morning. I bought a little extra food because I know he’ll be moo-ing for more as soon as Bishop moves on to teach him the difference between a wrench and a cocktail napkin.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life at: Junktown (M)

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

When You Give A Shrub A Sandwich

Mr. C. Cow and I stopped the other day to picnic. While I was picking up after we had finished our dining I caught Mr. C. trying to feed a sandwich to a bear shaped shrub.

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Shrub Bear’s Model Pose. 

Why in the world was Mr. C. Cow trying to feed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to a shrub? I know it’s shaped like a bear but it’s not like the shrub actually needed a sandwich. When I asked him I was informed that he felt it got tired of always being on the “photosynthesis diet” and needed a bit of variety. That both makes sense and no sense at the same time. I got Mr. C. to stop attempting to stuff a pb&j into a bear shrub and finish his lunch.

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At least Mr. C. Cow didn’t notice this statue and try to feed it!

The attempt at feeding a plant a sandwich got me thinking about how, sometimes, our brains go to silly places when we look at certain things. Take this train warning sign for example:

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Beware!

Do trains bite? Do they sneak up behind you and attempt to steal your purse if you’re not careful? Are the trains hanging out with the “bad crowd” and throwing dice in back alleys? 

Thinking about trains in the sense of being criminals instead of the obvious “don’t play on train tracks or you’ll get squished” is kinda fun. Not as much fun as feeding plants picnic food (according to Mr. C. Cow) but fun anyways.

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Beautiful View By Our Picnic Spot!

I never know what Mr. C. Cow is going to do when we stop the camper sometimes. One moment he might be spouting philosophy to passing ducks than attempting to use a sled on a playground slide for “maximum speed” the next.

I must say he is NEVER boring and does, on occasion, get my imagination pumped up as well!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Hodby Village (M)

I want to give a shout-out to my friend Ramblingal Bun for pointing out this location for us to visit! She owns a store called “Classic Accessories” that is located at the Hodby Village. Check it out if you’re passing by!

(Not a paid endorsement for the store. Just want to give some love for sharing this nice location for postcards!)

Posted in Beach, Nature, Tourist Attraction

Boople Suncrash

Mr. C. Cow and I drove the camper to someplace warm and sunny the other day. Since winter officially started a while back we weren’t too willing to say goodbye to sand and surf. At some point we’ll greet the snow with enthusiasm but for right now it can stay as far away from us as possible.

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Hello Sunny Day!

While spending a day dipping our toes (or I should say hoofs and paws) in the sand, we ran into a bunny couple playing music and collecting coins in their guitar case. They had a tropical harmony going on and were singing about famous bunny surfers. I never knew there were any famous bunny surfers out there but I guess there is one named “Boople Suncrash” or something like that. I really need to brush up on my bunny sports players.

The Carrot Tops, as they referred to themselves, had a couple of bucks in their guitar case from kind tippers and they weren’t bad singers. I asked them why they hadn’t been discovered by any major record labels yet. The issue isn’t do to any lack of talent but more on the lines of lack of bunny representation in the music industry. In simple terms, no one seems to think that bunnies can play guitar. If an otter can drive a camper and a cow can rock climb then no one should doubt the guitar playing skills of a bunny.

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Introducing…The Carrot Tops!!

Maybe Bishop could help them record a demo of their tropical bunny tunes. I know he can do it and they have more than enough talent to whip something up. I left them one of Bishops business cards, made them promise to call him, and went back to lying around in the sun.

This got me thinking……..

Mr. C. Cow and I should consider starting a band. He can play a mean xylophone and I can blow on a big jug. We could call ourselves “The Camptabulous Two”.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Fire Beach (M)

Posted in Beach, Tourist Attraction

Wiggly Eyes

Mr. C. Cow wanted to stop at some random beach the other day to collect seashells. He was watching some crafty show on television the other day so he’s been into multiple different types of crafts. One day we were hiking so he could find pretty rocks to turn into various rocky woodland creature statues complete with wiggly eyes. Another day we were looking for different fall leaves so that he could make holiday centerpieces. Today it was the need to look for seashells so that he could make them into necklaces.  I’m really glad that Mr. C. Cow has gotten into the whole arts and crafts thing. It’s good to see him making something beautiful with his own two (counts…four) hoofs.

While searching the beach for the perfect shells we happened upon two animals holding up a sign pointing to where the party was. What party you ask? Well…we have absolutely no clue what party they were talking about. Beach party? Birthday party? When they told us we were more then welcome to come to the party it didn’t matter what kind it was. Free cake!

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I’m always up for the random party. It’s one of the main reasons I keep party hats in the glove box in case of emergency. I also cannot deny Mr. C. Cow (Who was standing there with this bucket of shells moo-ing about free food) the opportunity to get his party on. Following their sign directions we went in search of the party party.

It ended up being more of a fall festival party then a party that involved cake. Mr. C. Cow was a tad bit upset at first since he believes that all parties should involve cake. Doesn’t matter if it’s a cocktail party or beach party, there should always be a cake.

We did run into a humorous chipmunk who was eating apples while laying in a hammock. Mr. C. Cow took their picture then made it into an advertisement trying to sell hammocks.

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I see that his current love of arts and crafts combined with his newfound talent for taking postcards has morphed into making fake advertisements. Everyone needs a hobby I guess.

After eating multiple bushels of apples we took Mr. C. Cows bucket of shells back to the camper and were on our way. I can’t wait to see what his necklaces will look like when he’s done. Life is funny sometimes as we went from shell hunting to party guests to hammock sales people then back to making shell necklaces. Can’t say we’re boring.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL Location: Balamb Garden (M) 

 

Posted in Beach, Nature, Tourist Attraction

Shells Optional

Today I let Mr. C. Cow do most of the driving.  I was feeling a tad bit under the weather and needed to take a nap. When I awoke I noticed that we had turned off the major highway and were driving the camper on a beach. I’m amazed he didn’t get us stuck in the sand!! Or drive into the water! I don’t really want to find out if we would float or not. Maybe I should let him drive more often when I’m awake. Just in case he thinks a camper can fly.

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I’m not saying he’s not a good driver. He just…get’s a little distracted at times. Sometimes he’s too busy playing air guitar to pay attention to road signs. One time he was trying to eat noodles and drive with his back hoofs. Funny to watch but not so funny when you can’t really see the road driving this way.

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Can you image if I had to teach him how to drive a stick?

Your Friend,
“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Da Vinci Gardens (G)

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

Summer Pizza

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Since it’s Summer Mr. C. Cow and I decided that we needed to find a beach to plant our tushes on and provided us with the essential items like sun, drinks, and pizza. Ok. Pizza was not on our list of things the Summer needs but we actually found a beach that had a wood fired pizza oven. Mr. C. Cow thought it would be a good idea to take the idea of Summer and put it onto a pizza. His idea of a Pizza Summer consists of pineapple, fresh grass clippings, and squash. I’m not too partial to the idea of a freshly mowed lawn on my pizza so I picked zucchini, tomato, and basil.

After our pizzas we decided to wait an hour before venturing out into the water. Is this really a thing? Do you actually have to wait an hour after eating to go swimming? As an otter most of us kinda eat while swimming. We’ll just be on the safe side and wait. I don’t want to have to rescue a cow because he got cramps while swimming. I’m also a little leery of getting into water that has a sign informing me that it’s really deep. I’m not that tall so water that might go up to most peoples waist kinda goes over my head. Yes. I know. I’m an otter. I just don’t like to get my beehive wet.

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Mr. C. Cow now wants me to put a pizza oven in the camper. I’m thinking we can just come back here for a bit of the beach pizza. I don’t think a stone oven rolling around with us in a camper is a safe idea.

Tipsy Cerulean

Location: Tranquil Tiki Island (M)