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 Food, Holiday, Tourist Attraction

Edible Push Mower

Over the weekend Mr. C. Cow was able to talk Bishop into letting him throw the biggest barnyard bash this side of the universe. Ok…so it wasn’t the biggest barnyard bash but Bishop did let him plan his birthday party. A small affair with just the family and cake. Mr. C. Cow was adamant that there was going to be high-kicking, can-can dancing chickens for entertainment. He had to settle for the radio playing in the background.

You win some, you lose some Mr. C. Cow!

The party was, in all honesty, very nice. The cake was delicious when you looked past the strange decorations Mr. C. added to it.

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Bishop Pondering The Thing On Top Of The Cake.

The decor on the top of the cake was supposed to be a push lawn mower but it looked more like some of weird red wagon. Bishop thought it looked like a red wooden block with chunky wheels. Mr. C. Cow was so proud of his edible mower that we didn’t have the heart to tell him we thought it was funny. We did, however, let him eat the mower.

The presents? Presents! Bishop made out like a boss in the present department. Mr. C. Cow, despite my trying to explain that any sparkly safety gear wasn’t needed, went ahead and bought some anyways. Bishop was very appreciative of the thought and said he would wear them on special occasions. (Notice the glitter bombed hard hat he is wearing compliments of Mr. C.). I asked Bishop what those special occasions would be but he shushed me.

I gave him a new set of hammers and a giant can of coffee. Marslean gave him a “polar bear friendly” tool bag. I never knew they made anything “polar bear friendly”! I’m glad they do because Bishop does have a habit of, somehow, destroying anything made of cloth. Tool bags. Sweaters. Neckties. Big paws don’t do delicate things I guess!

I’m glad everything worked out. Bishop had a great birthday. Mr. C. Cow got to plan a party. Marslean got to eat cake. I got to giggle at an edible lawn mower. I can’t wait to see what kind of party Mr. C. plans for next.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photo taken in SL at our equipment company by me!

Artwork also by me.

Posted in Food, Holiday, Real Life

Master Party Planner

Bishop has a birthday coming up early next week and Mr. C. Cow is over the moon at the thought of being the one to throw him a party. You can’t say no to Mr. C. when he has decided that he will be your official party planner. It doesn’t matter if it’s for a birthday or a non-major holiday he is prepared to bring the fun. Last President’s Day he made a cake in the shape of Mount Rushmore. When Marslean had her birthday last year Mr. C. Cow not only made a cake in the shape of her favorite comic book character he also made her a costume to match the cake. I think he has some sort of secret party planning closet full of supplies somewhere that I haven’t found yet.

To prepare for Bishop’s birthday he woke me up early (9am…that’s pretty early for a cow…) with a visual presentation of ideas pertaining to a birthday party. Being the type of friend that cannot pass up a good presentation I was more than happy to discuss party ideas with him. (After a cup of coffee.)

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That’s A Mighty Long Title!

He first started out by discussing locations to have the party:

*The Shop

*The Moon

*Underwater

*The North Pole

*Inside A GIANT Pancake

Inside a giant pancake? How do you have a party inside of a pancake?  It’s not like a pancake is a watermelon you can hollow out. I think Mr. C. Cow was starting to get distracted by the thought of breakfast. One should never have a party planning meeting before eating breakfast. I think we’ll just have the party at the shop.

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Poor Eyeless Fish!

While I approve of baby chickens I don’t think that they would be a great idea for Bishop’s birthday. Even if they can do a chorus line, like Mr. C. Cow says, I still don’t think having something that tiny doing high kicks is a good idea. Baby chickens around big machinery is not a safe idea. Everything else he said a birthday must have I agree with. Can’t have a birthday without cake!

Ahh….cake. Cake…Cake…Cake. Mr. C. Cow had QUITE A FEW ideas for what the cake should be shaped like. Of course he did. He is a party planning master.

*Lawnmower

*Bulldozer

*Mermaid

*A Life-Sized Cake In The Shape Of Bishop

*Coffee Pot

I was thinking more on the lines of having a normal looking cake. Something that could be round or square. Easy to frost and put candles on. Mr. C. Cow, on the other hoof, felt that the cake needed to reflect Bishop. I don’t think a mermaid reflects Bishop and making a life-sized polar bear cake would take a lot of frosting. We’ll have to come back to the cake.

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Sparkly?

I don’t think that Bishop would wear anything sparkly. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in anything sparkly, shiny, or remotely glossy. As for the bulldozer sunglasses I don’t even know where you would purchase them. Mr. C. Cow would know because he always seems to figure out where to find weirdly shaped objects. I also feel that Bishop wouldn’t want a milk can.

I’m glad we have a few days to hash out a birthday party plan. The most important part of throwing a party is, actually, asking the birthday bear if he even wants a party. Mr. C. Cow almost passed out at the thought of someone not wanting a big bash. He’s on his way now to ask Bishop if he can be his master party planner.

This should be interesting……

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All artwork/Presentation/Stuff Done By Us. Tada! 

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

Toothpaste Or Bust

Do to an incident in the camper involving a certain little cow and a wee bit of tie-dye I was in desperate need of toothpaste. (Mine got dyed and ruined!) After a rough nights sleep we hit the closest town to replace my dental hygiene product. This otter right here cannot take one day without having clean teeth and minty fresh breath. It’s right up there on the importance scale around the need to wash your hands and not putting sad-looking, cheap olives in a good martini.

When we had arrived in town we were greeted by a deserted storefront with nothing to offer except for a few cockroaches and dust balls. No toothpaste to be found amongst their inventory! Mr. C. Cow offered to ask the cockroaches where we could purchase our much-needed item but I rejected this idea. They looked a little busy scurrying around the dust balls.

As we left the building to regroup and come up with a dental game plan Mr. C. wanted to ride on the sorriest looking mechanical horse I have ever seen.

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Why has no one ever bothered to clean you Ms. Mechanical Horsey?

I was lucky that the horse was out-of-order as I wasn’t carrying any quarters on me. The horse also looked like no one had bothered to sanitize it in, around, a million years. Who knows what could be attached to the reins????

We looked around town and started to realize that there were no other souls to be found. It felt like the whole place had been through an explosion of filth wrapped up in a post-apocalyptic bow. Not a soul was to be seen for miles. This had me worried. If the place looked like it had been through the muck blender of life then there was no way we were going to find toothpaste. I don’t even think we could find a tissue if we needed to blow our nose.

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Well…that’s a tad bit macabre….

Mr. C. Cow, the eternally optimistic cow, was determined to find me a replacement toothpaste. Something that was full of breath freshening, teeth cleaning goodness. I was starting to think that we might need to high-tail it back to the camper and just drive to the next town. The idea was starting to sound better and better by the moment until Mr. C. found a small cafe to stop and grab a bite to eat. The place looked like the health department condemned it but he thought it looked “charismatic”.

Before I could say “salmonella” Mr. C. Cow was in full gallop to see what this “charismatic” cafe had to offer. Before you could say “stomach virus” he galloping back out of the cafe moo-crying and shaking. What had scared my little cow so? I, carefully, peeked into the building to see why he was galloping for his life. I found….THIS!

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What!!?? No Napkins!!!!??

My teeth could wait to be brushed. My dentist would understand if I skipped one brushing today. That cafe that scared Mr. C. Cow moo-less was the last straw. We quickly ran back to the camper and sped out of there like our lives depended on it. Maybe it did! No people. No toothpaste. Skeletons eating skeletons. Dental hygiene can wait fifty miles to the next town.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken in Second Life by yours truly.

All photos taken at Ironwood Hills (M) in Second Life

If you’re wondering why I needed toothpaste and how it could possibly be ruined by tie-dye then check out our previous postcard “Furry Popcorn Treats”

Posted in Food, Tourist Attraction

Fake Fruit Is NOT For Licking

Mr. C. Cow, due to the fact that I had to spend an entire day at a festival looking for a “food wand”, decided to treat me to a fancy dinner. I was slightly confused as to why he would take me out to a fancy restaurant instead of just using his new magical wand that produces food. Mr. C. said that it was the wands night off. I didn’t know that wands got nights off! I’m still leery that a stick with a blue string tied to it can even produce food out of thin air.

A lot of you are probably thinking that Mr. C. Cow’s idea of a fancy dinner would involve eating vegan tacos out of a food truck. While we both enjoy a good vegan taco truck that’s not his idea of taking someone to a fancy dinner. Fancy dinner, in his mind, must include nice table cloths, a full bar that makes old fashion cocktails, and real plates. None of those plastic things they try to pass off as a plate. Real, honest to cows, plates. I tend to agree with him on that. If you’re eating off of something paper or plastic then you are probably not at a fancy restaurant.

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OMG! This fancy tablecloth is covered in champagne!

I bet you didn’t know this little fun fact about Mr. C. Cow and fancy dining. A couple of years ago he went to a class on dining manners. He felt he needed some help after he was kicked out of a restaurant for thinking the fake fruit bowl on the table was for licking. It’s also excessively hard for a cow to hold silverware. You try cutting into a lasagna when you have hoofs. See! Not too easy!

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Fancy Restaurant = Fancy Table Stuff!

I’m, truly, impressed that Mr. C. took etiquette classes to improve his dining manners. He was so proud of himself that he has a certificate of completion hanging up in our kitchen back home. Because of these classes no one has kicked him out of a restaurant for licking non-lickable items. Mr. C. Cow has even stopped putting his hoofs on the table when he’s finished a meal. I’ve never put my feet on a dining table before. I’m too short and it is rude.

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I would LOVE a set of those magnetic spice organizers!

The meal was exquisite and the polite cow company was charming. I still don’t understand why a magical wand that can make food out of thin air gets a night off. Does it have a date? Needs to wash its, umm, bark? I’m still skeptical over a stick with a blue string tied to it being enchanted.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Photos taken by myself in Second Life.

Second Life Location: Bella Bistro (M)

If you’re wondering about the “food wand”, how we just happen to have one, and where it came from then check out our last postcard “Quest Of The Food Wand”.

 

Posted in Food, Tourist Attraction

Quest Of The “Food Wand”

Mr. C. Cow heard about a special Fantasy Fair that was going on for this week only. As soon as he saw the words “Fantasy” he instantly thought he would be able to buy a “food wand”.

Food wand? What the heck is a food wand?

I wondered the same thing. Maybe it was a wand made out of food. It could be a fancy hand mixer of some sort. The type that sliced, diced, chopped, and do-si-do spun your partner round and round. I was, naturally, wrong with all of my guesses. Mr. C. explained to me that a “Food wand” was a special, magical wand that would make any food you wanted to appear out of thin air. A stick that can magically make food appear is very hard for me to believe. Mr. C. Cow was adamant that they existed. This is how we ended up going to the Fantasy Fair this week.

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Excuse me…which way are the “food wands”?

Supposedly “food wands” are a thing (according to Mr. C. Cow) so we spent HOURS trying to find one. Tent to tent. Building to building. From one bewildered shopkeeper to another trying to find this wand food thing. After hour six I was tired. I was ready to throw in the towel and call it a day. Not Mr. C. Cow! He was determined to find a decent “food wand” even if he had to visit every single merchant at the fair.

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Hey…any of you birds seen a “food wand” around here?

My little legs were starting to hurt. I was hungry. I wanted a drink. Maybe a nap. Did I get any of the things I wanted? Nope! Mr. C. just kept going like the little cow engine that could. At one point I completely lost him because, I guess, four legs are faster (and less likely to get tired) then two. It was starting to get dark so I couldn’t let him get super lost. Especially when (I say when) he gets disappointed to find that no one carries, has heard of, or makes a magical “food wand”.

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Where did you go Mr. C. Cow???

I ran into Mr. C. at the last stall. The last one of the entire fair. The last tent fourteen hours after we started this “Gotta find a food wand!!” quest.

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Oh PLEASE tell me you have a  “food wand”!!!

Out came Mr. C. Cow triumphantly holding a stick with a piece of blue string tied to it. A stick?!!?? With string??!!!?? You’ve got to be joking. This has to be a joke. This cannot be the magical “food wand” that Mr. C. has been looking for. By the look on the little cows face this was, indeed, the magical wand by which food could be made out of thin air. A stick. With a blue string tied to it.

At this point I didn’t care if it was a twig with a bead glued to it. I was tired. I was hungry. I was ready to go back to the camper. Mr. C. Cow promised me that, when we got back to the camper, I could have any food that I wanted. I said I wanted falafel because I knew we didn’t have the ingredients to make any. Mr. C. swore up and down that I would have them.

Strangely enough, after a drink and a sit down to rest my little legs Mr. C. Cow brought me a HUGE plate full of falafel. Maybe this stick with the blue string tied to it was actually a magical “food wand”. Only time will tell.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

All photos taken by me in Second Life.

Second Life Location: Fantasy Fair 2017 (M) Starting location.

The Fantasy Fair is going on from now till April 30th. To learn more about the Fantasy Fair as well as their work to raise money for Relay for Life please check out their website HERE!